After hundreds of years in the world, Wu Xizhong met Qin Zhen again.
He wondered whether Tan Zhen could still remember him and his words of blessing.
It was a winter night, on the top of the green snow outside the boundary of the mist and cloud domain, a man with a clear body and clear bones, turned around and unsheathed his long sword, piercing Wu Xi's chest, his eyes were like ancient pools, and his bones were sharpened.
When he was in danger, the remaining soul of his late friend Wen Cen, who had been by Wu Xi's side since childhood, died for him in vain, and his blood soaked a large piece of white snow red.
After being stunned for several lifetimes, he suddenly realized that Wen Cen had died without leaving anything behind...
Wu Xi looked at Qin Zhen angrily, but smiled and wished
"Wu Mou... I will give you a few words: I only hope that all your relatives and friends will be separated, that everyone will rebel against you, that your brothers will become discordant and even turn against you, that you will die without being able to live in the right place, and that you will not be able to love you for the rest of your life."
Unexpectedly, what he said that day became a motto.
Now he has been reduced to a prisoner, his brothers, relatives and friends are all dispersed. This upright ice flower has been crushed to pieces and crushed into the mud. It has lost its luster and is extremely miserable and dejected.
This is very good, but Tan Zhen still looks indifferent, as if the matter has nothing to do with him.
Wu Xi hated Tan Zhen to the core. He wanted to punish him severely and see what kind of true nature he would reveal under that bright white face.
Let him pay with blood! Ask him to kneel down and repent in front of Wen Cen's grave! He was asked to kill himself with one sword, in front of a little demon that he thought had low spiritual power!
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