"What do you mean?" Situ Fang's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a murderous aura, and even she didn't understand why she was so irritable.

Huangfu Shang rushed in, closed the door with his backhand, and said in his heart that the matter had come to this point, and he had to cut through the chaos quickly.

"Master, you still don't understand? You are possessed by the demon of your heart, and I came here after your demon, but unfortunately I am a step late?"

"So, what do you want?" Situ Fang raised his eyebrows, thinking of the destruction of the sect and the change of heart of the disciple for no reason.

I hate this Huangfu Shangna even more, and I just want to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

However, monks should not be like this, why am I so irritable, am I really enchanted?

Situ Fang hesitated in his heart, but Huangfu Shang had already stepped forward quickly, raised his palm and condensed a ball of aura, which instantly materialized into a dagger and stabbed out.

Poof, it should have been stabbed at the position of Situ Fang's forehead, but she didn't want her to raise her head suddenly, and suddenly her neck showed out.

This blow directly cut off her neck, and blood splattered on the spot.

Huangfu Shang's face sank, and his heart said You have nothing to do with anything, isn't this looking for death?

No, we have to clean up the scene quickly.

On the one hand, with supreme mana, he wanted to erase the traces of the scene, and on the other hand, he was about to retreat and leave, but the door was pushed open.

Murong Blizzard appeared nervously in front of him, looked at them and said, "You, finally did it?"

Huangfu Shang held a bloody dagger in his hand, and he knew that this situation was really nonsense, and the damn Heavenly Dao was good at abusing the master.

But he didn't have the heart to distinguish it, so he only said, "Your master has responded to the murder, and she wants to attack me." I can't stop it, that's all. Blizzard. Don't hate me!"

"I don't hate, I just want an explanation. Murong Blizzard looked at him. Suddenly, it was stained with a blood-red color.

It turned out that she was the real killer of Huangfu Shang, and Situ Fang was just an introduction.

What a hateful catastrophe, how can you do this?

Huangfu Shang silently greeted a few words in his heart, and suddenly his body was longitudinal, but he had already come to Murong Blizzard.

The two of them attacked each other almost at the same time, but Murong Blizzard's sword didn't have time to stab Huangfu Shang's chest, but he snapped his fingers. His eyelids sank, and he fainted in the arms of the emperor.

A game, begin!

In his sleep, Murong Blizzard felt as if he was adrift on the sea, floating and sinking, with no one to dock.

The body is too weak to imagine.

She felt that someone was always beating herself, as if she was infusing her with some essence?

It's a dream, right?

opened her eyes slightly, as if she saw her husband lying in front of her, and the emperor still hugged her and said lovingly: "Xue'er." You're losing your mind again. Am I being intense?"

Murong Blizzard shook his head, held the other party with his hand, and said with a smile: "No, I'm just dreaming." It's as if you and I are both immortals who have ascended to the Divine Dao, and then love and kill each other. ”

"How is that possible?" said Huangfu Shang as he got dressed and put his arm around her gently. "Cher, you must have been too bored staying at home. Or another day. Let the maid take you out for a walk, and it's good to take a break on weekdays. ”

Is it. Going out for a walk?

Murong Blizzard seemed to remember something, she was a young lady from a large family, married to Lang Jun, who was both talented and beautiful, and lived an ordinary life.

Perhaps, life is so ordinary.

Suddenly, she looked at a sword hanging by the bedside, and said strangely, "Husband, have you started practicing swords too?"

"No, someone sent it yesterday. She said that she was destined for me, and she wanted to help me through what calamity?

I don't like these liars very much.

But you are afraid, and say what you say, keep it. ”

The emperor was still in person, sorting out his clothes, as if he was going out.

He went to the yamen to deal with some official business.

Murong Blizzard remembered that Fujun was the eldest lord in the yamen, and he could be regarded as the local blue sky.

She sent her husband away without permission, but she wandered around the yard, such a leisurely life is really boring.

Is this my Murong Blizzard's life?

No, you're going to avenge me!

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, as if it was coming from all directions, and Murong Blizzard suddenly knelt down, covering his ears and crying unspeakably.

This can't be, this can't be, I'm not clear, I'm not clear about anything.

Go ahead, pull out your sword, and you'll know everything.

"I ......" Murong Blizzard raised her head suddenly, her eyes were bloodshot, and then a small hand was placed on top of her head, and she touched it lightly and said, "Mother, what's wrong with you?"

But she was a child, touching her with her hands, and she felt warm and comfortable.

This...... Is it my child, and the child of Huang Fushang?

Murong Blizzard thought lightly, she couldn't help but hug her child tightly, very hard, as if she didn't want to give up.

"Mother, you hurt me!"

Listening to the child's call, Blizzard reacted, couldn't help but let go of his hand, touched the child's forehead, and said with a smile: "Silly child, my mother is reluctant to you." ”

"Why are you reluctant, what does my mother want to do?"

The child asked innocently, and Murong Blizzard's head began to hurt again, so painful that she couldn't think about it.

She began to be reluctant to do this, reluctant to live in front of her, but wanted to live numbly.

As the days passed, her husband took good care of her, and the children were on her knees, as if she had no regrets in life.

Blizzard gradually seemed to forget the past, and she began to blend in and stop thinking about it.

In her spare time, she will go to the street with her children and go around, and from time to time she will buy a cargo, Huangfu Shang has no restraint on her, but she just told her not to talk to people easily on the road.

Liar, is that powerful?

Blizzard was walking on the street on this day, strolling around as if he saw a wandering Taoist priest, holding a strange banner, selling something along the street.

She seemed to hear it, but she didn't seem to understand, so she couldn't help but chase after it, caught up with the back of the Taoist priest and listened to what he said, until she heard the words clearly from the other party's mouth: "Why don't you avenge me, disciple!"

It's Master, it's Master!

Murong Blizzard's head hurt again, and she was suddenly pleasantly surprised from her sleep, she was still lying on the bed, next to her husband who cared for her, and got up and asked her what was wrong?

"Nothing, another nightmare!" wiped a cold sweat and slowly leaned down to lie down, unexpectedly biased by the sword hanging at the head of the bed.

Why, this sword is so dazzling, so it makes her remember it vividly, and she always has the idea of going up and pulling it out.

What kind of sword is this?

Murong Blizzard's heart was deeply puzzled, and she began to make a planned arrangement.

When her husband was there, she didn't dare to take off the sword, so she had to use her disguise to look forward to others.

When the day sent her husband away, and the child was in the next room, she was asleep under the watchful eye of the servant, and she was finally carefree.

Then he had the courage to go to the bedside and take off the sword.

Holding it in my hand, I trembled inexplicably, suffered inexplicably, and remembered the past inexplicably......

I am Murong Blizzard, I am the senior sister of the Tianya Sword Sect, and my enemy is Huangfu Shang, who killed the master with his own hands.

This hatred, I ......

After groaning, someone behind pushed the door open: "Blizzard, you finally woke up." I can't avoid this one after all. ”

Huang Fushang stood there, no longer the ordinary old man, but an immortal with a radiant spirit in his hand.

"What are you going to do, give me a death?" Murong Blizzard wordlessly drew his sword, but there were cold tears in the corners of his eyes.

Her tears are still cold.

"Your Flying Snow Sword is back?" Huangfu Shang sighed, "So, I'm also a fair fight." ”

The blade of the sword flashed with a cold light, and the sword intent had pierced through the last barrier through the diaphragm between the two.

A sword, light cold!(To be continued.) )