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The cold wind was like a knife, as if it was about to tear the thick window paper.

Lin Yuhan stood in front of the window, quietly listening to Kong Yanshu slowly tell the story of the sunset in the snow valley, his heart was completely tightened, and his expression was even more worried.

After such a change, is he okay?

She didn't know.

It stands to reason that there was an accident at Yang Xiaofeng and Luo Qingxue's wedding, and she should have been happy.

But why, she didn't even feel a trace of joy. Not only was she not happy, but her mood at the moment was simply terrible, and she only felt like a mess and had an inexplicable anxiety.

At this moment, what should she do?

Lin Yuhan was originally an extremely smart woman, but the moment she heard that Yang Xiaofeng had an accident, she was already in a mess, so much so that she kept pacing back and forth in the house.

Suddenly, she stared straight at Kong Yanshu and said anxiously: "You say, what should I do now?"

Kong Yanshu's expression was gloomy, and he was silent for a while, and said: "Holy Maiden, don't worry, I have already arranged for someone to follow Yang Xiaofeng, and we can know all his movements at any time."

Lin Yuhan immediately asked, "Then how is he now?"

Looking at Lin Yuhan's worried look, Kong Yanshu felt sour, but he still replied: "Don't worry, saint, after Yang Xiaofeng came out of the Falling Snow Valley that day, he first bought a coffin on the Flying Snow Set, and then went all the way south"?

"Go south......", Lin Yuhan didn't have a trace of hesitation, almost rushed out of the door, and then, she turned back and ordered: "Gather all our men and horses and follow him immediately."

Kong Yanshu seemed to want to say something more, but Lin Yuhan's words were resolute, and there was no room for any doubt, so he had to comply.

In a moment, Lin Yuhan had already disappeared, and after standing in the room for a while, Kong Yanshu finally followed.

In the room of an inn on the Flying Snow Collection, two men stood side by side, quietly looking at the heavy snow outside.

After a long time, a man in black asked another man beside him: "It turns out that the Lord didn't want to kill Yang Xiaofeng directly, but let Luo Wenbin kill Yang Xiaoxi by mistake when he attacked Yang Xiaofeng, and then borrow Yang Xiaofeng's hand to kill Luo Wenbin, and then let Luo Qingyu kill Yang Xiaofeng, it is best for Yang Xiaofeng and Luo Qingyu to die together, this is the final arrangement of the Lord"?

"Not bad".

"It's just that I can't figure it out a little, how can the Lord be sure that Yang Xiaoxi will definitely sacrifice her life to block the sword for her eldest brother. You must know that in that case, no one would have thought that Luo Wenbin would suddenly kill Yang Xiaofeng"?

"Indeed, in that case, it was never expected that Luo Wenbin would kill Xiaofeng, but Xiaoxi was an exception."

"Why"?

The Lord was silent for a while before he said, "Because Xiaoxi is a killer, she can sense the faintest killing intent, which is the most basic and important instinct of a killer."

"Definitely. It seems that everything was expected by the Lord."

"It's just that I didn't expect that in that case, Xiaofeng would actually be able to let Luo Wenbin go."

"Now it seems that our plan has failed".

"It's not a failure, at least there is a mortal enmity between Xiaofeng and Luoxue Valley."

"So what do we do now"?

"Give up the pursuit of Xiaofeng, I want to keep him alive. Only when he is alive can he help us deal with the Luo family father and son."

"But our people have been chasing and killing all the way, and they may have all arrived at Qingshui Villa."

"Oh......".

"I immediately sent a message to them to withdraw."

"Not necessarily".

"Not necessarily"?

"Yes, it doesn't have to."

"But what if...... , didn't the Lord say that he wanted to let Yang Xiaofeng live"?

The Lord was silent, and after a moment, he said, "If Xiaofeng can't even deal with a few ordinary killers, how can he deal with Falling Snow Valley?"

"That's just as well."

The Lord didn't want to linger any longer, so he turned around and said lightly: "Let's go back, there is another person to deal with next."

"Yang Xiaoling"?

"Yes".

"What is the Lord going to do with him"?

"It's not that I'm going to deal with him, it's about how he wants to deal with me."

The howling cold wind is like a sigh, which makes people sigh.

Thousands of miles of snow, dissolving everything into quicksilver, has dyed the heavens and the earth white.

In my memory, it seems that Qingshui Villa has never had such a heavy snowfall.

The dead leaves of late autumn were blown by the wind, and the ruined ones fell all over the ground.

On the bare treetops, a few jackdaws seemed to be unable to endure the biting cold any longer, and flew away with a mournful cry.

Back in the mountains, the ground is frozen a little harder than steel.

The snow has stopped, but the wind has not stopped.

Yang Xiaofeng was half-kneeling between the thick snowdrifts, digging the soil in front of him with a spade after spade, and the cold coffin was placed not far from him at the moment.

A few steps behind him, Yang Xiaoxi was lying quietly in the carriage he had rented from the Flying Snow Set.

I don't know how long it took to dig, and a big pit was finally dug in front of Yang Xiaofeng. Then, with great difficulty, he dragged the coffin into the pit.

Then, he got up and walked to the carriage, washed his hands carefully in the clean snow on the ground, and slowly took his sister's body out of the carriage.

Yang Xiaoxi's face had begun to turn blue, but there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, looking peaceful and peaceful.

I don't know if she regretted the moment she was stabbed into the heart with a sharp blade?

Unconsciously, the tears in Yang Xiaofeng's eyes fell again, and the hot tears were blown by the cold wind, and immediately became extremely cold, drop by drop, all falling on Yang Xiaoxi's face.

He once again seriously combed Xiaoxi's hair with his fingers, and after rearranging his sister's clothes, he carried her body to the pit he had just dug with heavy steps, and gently put it into the coffin.

After a little hesitation, a little reluctance, and after hesitating for a while, he closed the lid of the coffin heavily.

Then, he knelt beside his sister's coffin in a daze. This kneeling actually knelt for a whole hour.

Yang Xiaofeng knelt motionless, as if he was in a trance, even his eyes were closed, and as time went by, his breathing became weaker and weaker.

Not to mention today, it has been seven days, and he has not even drunk a sip of water.

His body has reached the critical point of collapse, is he also dying silently.

But he clearly knew that he couldn't die yet, because his life no longer belonged to him alone.

He also has the lives of his mother Mei Luoyun and sister Yang Xiaoxi. Even though his own heart is dead, he still has to live for his mother and sister, so he must live.