Shu Ziti pulled a chair, sat in front of the husband and wife, and said neatly: "Lengbeicheng, do you know why I want you? It's been six years, I've been working as a cow and a horse for you, and I've been working hard for you for six years, and at least half of the foundation of this 'Liangcheng' has been laid down by me! But what have I gained now? In terms of wisdom, martial arts, and talent, which point is worse than you in Lengbeicheng? But you are a high master! I am a grovelling minion! Why? What you can do in Lengbeicheng, I can do it in the same way! I don't want to go back to the streets to be a white-eyed, self-inflicted flower child!"

In the last few words, Shu Ziti shouted out, very hard.

Leng Beicheng said: "Even if what you say is right, you shouldn't kill Leng Leng!"

Shu Ziti smiled nervously, and suddenly leaned over half of his face covered by his long hair: "Am I talking too much tonight?"

Leng Beicheng said: "It's more than your words in the past six years combined." ”

Shu Ziti is usually restrained and taciturn, so that only when facing the dead, he will not be stingy with his eloquence.

In his eyes, Leng Beicheng and Lei Xiaoya, who had lost the ability to resist, were now dead.

The red candle is coming to an end, and the lives of Leng Beicheng and Lei Xiaoya should also come to an end, right?

Shu Ziti put away his smile without warning, and said, "City Lord, madam, it's late, you should rest in peace, right?"

- Shu Zi is tired and ready to kill!

Leng Beicheng looked at Lei Xiaoya, whose face was full of tears, whistled, and said with a wry smile: "After I die, please don't approach my corpse, because I have no strength, raise my hand and help you dry your tears." ”

The candle burst again, and the room was full of wind and ghosts.

Lei Xiaoya's eyes widened, and she suddenly pointed at Shu Ziti's back, and shouted: "Lengleng! Lenglen-"

Shu Ziti, who was about to kill Leng Beicheng, was startled by Lei Xiaoya's exclamation, and suddenly felt a slight coldness on the back of his neck-

There's a little cold hand - gently caressing the back of his neck!

Shu Ziti felt someone put his cold lips close to his ear, exhaled yin qi, and called him softly: "Uncle Steward - Uncle Steward - can you play marbles with Leng Leng?"

How could the person behind him be Leng Leng? Shu Zi was tired and his heart was beating wildly, how could this be? Leng Leng was already dead, and he watched Leng Leng cut him off with his own hands, could it be-

Could it be a ghost?!

Shu Ziti forced himself to turn his head "ho", and a lightning bolt passed outside the window at the right time, and a thunderclap sounded, and when he turned around, he was taken aback, and his soul flew out of the sky-

Standing behind him was a cold face with a pale face!!

Frightened! Shocked!!

What Leng Beicheng is waiting for is this moment, Leng Beicheng is out of the knife, the knife is as light as snow, lonely snow.

This may be his last chance.

Outside the "Accord", lightning and thunder roared, and wind and rain intertwined; inside the "Accord", there was a bleak, poignant, beautiful, and beautiful snow, which was so poignant that it made people cry.

It's March and there shouldn't be snow.

That was the last killer move of Cold North City: lonely as snow.

Shu Ziti violently pushed away the stiff Leng Leng behind him, his tentacles were cold; Leng Leng was really dead, but how could he lie behind him for no reason? What was wrong?

In the midst of the electric light, Shu Ziti suddenly remembered the abrupt whistle blown by Leng Beicheng.

He had figured out what was going on, and he jerked back, only to be faced with a vast expanse of snow—

He suddenly realized that there was wind in the snow, and there was a knife in the wind, and there was a sharp edge on the knife, and there was blood on the edge—

Shu Ziti slowly fell, his eyes were full of great horror and unwillingness, and he muttered in his mouth: "March 13th, could it be the will of heaven-"

The master has made a move, and life and death are only a matter of millimeters. So, Shu Zizi died of exhaustion.

——When I debuted at the age of thirteen, I met the first girl in my life in the back alley of the "Central Plains Dart Bureau", she was Wen Xiang'er, the daughter of the Wen family in Lingnan, she taught me the peerless magic weapon "Broken Intestine Flute" and "Exorcism and Beast Taming" techniques, and then Yaya appeared, I left, Xiang'er did not stay, and I did not look back. In this way, the relationship that I thought was shattering the sky, no wind, no rain and no sunshine, ended without illness. once said that they wanted to go to the end of the world together, but later settled in their respective cities.

Leng Beicheng used the exorcism technique to pull Leng Leng's corpse, so that Shu Ziti was distracted, and then exhausted all his energy and killed him with a move "Lonely as Snow"!

When Shu Ziti was leaving the palace, he once said to his senior brother Jin Mengzhen, the imperial doctor: "I know that I am about to do a great bad deed, but so what? I am a bad person by birth, if I don't do bad things, will I let me go to eat fasting and pray Buddha? I can't do something that I am not interested in." ”

Now that Shu Zizi is tired of dying, what does he mean by mentioning the phrase "March 13" inexplicably before he died? A time, a secret, a character, an organization, or a plan? No one knows.

The medicinal power of "Forgetfulness Water" gradually dissipated, and Lei Xiaoya had a bleak smile on her lips, and said: "I'm sorry, I lost you, I know you, you won't forgive me, and I don't dare, unworthy, and don't expect to get your forgiveness." I'm gone, and in the days to come, you take care of yourself-"

In fact, Leng Beicheng still has a lot to ask Yaya in his heart: "Why did you betray me? Why did my best friend Shu Zitiao? Why didn't you protect Leng Leng? What kind of bright future made you leave without hesitation?"

However, Leng Beicheng didn't ask a word. She made his eyes red, but he still smiled and chose to forgive.

- Everything is my fault, in order to revitalize Liangcheng, I forgot to sleep and eat, and traveled all over the world, so I neglected to take care of Yaya, so Shu Ziti seduced her when she was empty and lonely, and indirectly killed Leng Leng.

He said in a low voice: "In the future, when I am not there, you must also take care of yourself, don't lose your temper and drop things, you don't have to dress beautifully but you must be warm, remember to cover the quilt at night and don't catch a cold, don't get up and open the quilt all at once, it's easy to catch a cold, eat less too spicy food is not good for the stomach, look left and right when you go through the market, and find a way not to cry when you encounter something." In the future, I'm not here, if you want to cry, you have to laugh, do you hear? ”

Lei Xiaoya squeezed out an ugly smile, remembering the absurd spring night two years ago, Shu Ziti held her soft fingers, soft and soft, she closed her eyes intoxicated, and listened, the wind chimes on the eaves of "Accord" sounded in the spring breeze-

- Everyone has a dream, and when the dream is broken, it is the beginning of resignation.

Lei Xiaoya put a strand of severed green silk in Leng Beicheng's palm, smiled bitterly, and said softly: "Remember not to forgive me, please continue to hate me, goodbye-"

- Yaya still left, and suddenly seven years were like dust. I never knew that every night with you was a bitter short. Later, I found out that every night I was separated from you was a long night. If I were asked what I could hold in my palm right now, I would think it would be rain, long nights, and loneliness.

The sky was bright, and Leng Beicheng sat in place with the wisp of green silk left by Yaya in his palm, looking lonely, with long hair better than snow, and white hair all night. (End of volume)

PS: "Silk Silk", a simple story about the seven-year itch. The first draft of Lei Xiaoya is the end of death, many readers privately message that Yaya is not guilty of death, which made Dongye change his original intention; there are too many words in the book review area and book friend groups "cold and pitiful", "distressed and cold", "return me cold", please forgive Dongye's cruelty, I wish Leng Leng was reincarnated, and someone will be gentle after all. Merry Christmas.