Ye Feng calmly looked at the woman in his arms, and his white fingers that made the woman jealous gently stroked the woman's delicate face, gently wiping away the blood stains left on the corners of the woman's lips. As the top killer in the world, Ye Feng's hands were stained with the blood of countless big people. Once, as a top killer, he believed that women were just tools to release the pressure of killing, and he had relationships with countless women, many of whom were stunningly beautiful, but no woman became his fetters until the appearance of the woman in his arms. As an orphan, Ye Feng did not have a happy childhood, and after being adopted by his own master, Ye Feng came into contact with ancient Chinese martial arts, and his master was the top killer in the world, so his apprentice must also become a top killer, so Ye Feng seemed to live in purgatory every day. However, the master's concern for him made Ye Feng, who had experienced the heat and coldness of the world since he was a child, be happy with his current life. Ye Feng's talent in martial arts is amazing, he has cultivated his true qi at the age of twenty, and his flying knife in one hand is even more superb. However, as he became successful in martial arts, the bloodshed of the killer world world was also revealed in his world world, and Ye Feng's human emotions also wore out little by little with the completion of tasks one after another, and his feelings for his master became his only bond. And the death of the master in a mission made the most difficult emotional connection in Ye Feng's heart disappear, and it took five years for Ye Feng to kill the organization that killed his master. After that, he became a legend in the killer world for a full decade.

Perhaps, if it weren't for the appearance of Lingyun, he would have kept killing, from the first sight of Lingyun, Ye Feng's heart, which had been emotionless since the death of his master, was revitalized again, and in the next three years, Ye Feng ended his career as a killer and lived an incognito life with Lingyun. However, the world is impermanent, just yesterday, Ye Feng and Lingyun talked about their past experiences, and Ye Feng, who was immersed in memories, did not notice the discoloration and pain in Lingyun's eyes. And today, Lingyun made a sumptuous dinner, and the two drank a glass of red wine in the candlelight, and Lingyun calmly recounted a little-known identity of hers. It turned out that she was the daughter of the boss of the organization who killed Master Ye Feng, and because she didn't want her daughter to get involved in the gangster business, Lingyun was hidden by her father Xue at the beginning, let her live like an ordinary person, and loved her very much. However, the death of Ye Feng's master wiped out his father and his organization. Lingyun has never had the luxury of revenge, because she is just an ordinary person, and she doesn't even know who the enemy is, not to mention that she doesn't have the ability to kill a ** who can destroy an international-level gangster. But now she fell in love with the enemy who killed her father, and lived with him for three years, and finally, Lingyun poisoned the red wine and drank the poisoned wine with Ye Feng.

Ye Feng hugged Lingyun, and recalled Lingyun's last words in his mind: "Feng, I love you, but I can't live with the enemy who killed my father, so I choose to die with you, I will accompany you on the Huangquan Road, and we will be husband and wife again in the next life." There were bursts of colic in his abdomen, with Ye Feng's current cultivation in the innate realm, he could completely force the poison out of his body, but Ye Feng allowed the toxin to erode his internal organs. With the death of Lingyun, Ye Feng's heart is also dead, and there is nothing in the world that is worthy of his nostalgia. Perhaps, it's not bad to be a flowery person in the next life, Ye Feng laughed at himself.

The blackened blood flowed down the corners of Ye Feng's mouth and dripped onto Ye Feng's chest, and the blood stains on Ye Feng's chest slowly expanded, soaking the inky gourd pendant hanging on his chest, Ye Feng was an orphan, and this gourd pendant was the only relic left to him by his parents. When Ye Feng's blood stained the gourd pendant, the pendant emitted bursts of brilliance, but Ye Feng didn't notice it, because his consciousness had slowly faded.