[The cold and irritable senior brother attacks x the cold and aloof junior brother suffers]
Almost instantly, the green hair of the man in green turned to white hair.
It's like white snow falling in the hair, and like a tree full of Tangli trees in full bloom.
Mu Ziyi looked at the old man with some amusement, looking at the man kneeling on the ground with his body hunched over as if to atone for his sins.
"The devil..."
When the man spoke, his voice was like a pool of stagnant water.
"Devil, have you ever promised others any wishes?" He raised his head, his eyes empty. Those eyes have long been dry and tearless, and they cry silently after the great sorrow.
The snow in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, and soon it was all on my shoulders.
The man in green picked up the long sword on the ground and pointed it at his heart.
Seeing that Mu Ziyi didn't answer, he continued talking to himself. I don't know whether to tell myself or others.
He said, "Xuanfeng, I will accompany you... If you live, I will accompany you to live well. If you leave, I will accompany you. I will not break my promise."
(Tongshi world literature "Qingjiang Stained with Blood")
[The gentle and gentle gentleman attacks x the evil, evil and evil scum]
"Shen Qingwen, what are you doing?" Jiang Yanshu panicked as he vaguely discovered something. He wanted to look at the man's face several times to confirm that the choice he had just made was correct. But his eyes were covered by the man's outstretched hand, and he couldn't see the expression on the man's face.
"I don't want to be a stumbling block for Xiao Shu..." There was a smile in the man's voice, and his voice was still as gentle as before, "I... I want to... Be a... Stepping stone for Xiao Shu... Now Xiao Shu... Is finally willing to use my spiritual... Power..."
At that moment, Jiang Yanshu was stunned. He wanted to ask something more, but the hand covering his eyes had already fallen down.
He should have understood long ago that Shen Qingwen is such a cunning person and such a cruel person.
The person who knew that even if he killed Zhao Chunwen, he chose to hide it for himself, the person who chose to follow him even if he knew that all the spiritual power of the martial arts masters had been deprived of him. How could he possibly be thinking of killing himself?
He deceived himself into killing him with his own hands, and even forced himself to use his spiritual power with his own hands.
"Shen Qingwen, you idiot..." He cursed, but as soon as he opened his mouth, tears rolled down from his eyes and hit the man's hair.
The last trace of spiritual power flowed into Jiang Yanshu's Dantian, and the long knife in Jiang Yanshu's hand immediately turned into several pieces. But Jiang Yanshu still clutched the pieces in his hands tightly as if he wanted to grab something, but they didn't have time to fall. Even though the fragments scratched his palm, he still held it firmly.
That day, I was sitting in the martial arts field, hugging the man's body tightly, as if I had lost my soul, letting the snow on their heads turn white.
The white snow on the ground was dyed bright red by maple leaves, spreading on the ground like red makeup.
Jiang Yanshu laughed out loud, thinking that life could be so short.
It's so short that your clothes are red and your hair is white for a moment.
Intention: At that time, his black hair was hanging down, but his hair turned gray overnight