The snow on Xiaonan Bridge kept falling. Today's style is big, with very small snowflakes flying up from a distance, and it looks like fog. Pedestrians on the street bent their waists and covered their clothes tightly so that the wind and snow would not pour into their bodies from the neckline.

The old scholar and others have been away for a month and three days.

At this time, we had already arrived at the venue for the ten-year festival of the deserted people. The snowy field was very large and many people had gone to Xiaonan Bridge, but no news has been heard back to this day.

Sun Sheng has been patrolling the whole city for the past month, and has to stand on the city wall for a period of time every day.

The smile on Ying Song's face had disappeared for a month. He killed many people, whether it was Changlin or the underworld.

Even the Queen and Qi Qin's men killed some.

This is a storm.

The soldiers and the people of the Jianghu were privately discussing what Li Xiu had said before. This ten-year festival may be really a trap. If this happens, the army of the deserted people will soon be at the Xiaonan Bridge.

If the people who guarded here were all brave soldiers who had experienced many battles, they would have gradually lost their morale.

Sun Sheng stood on the wall and looked at Xueyuan from afar, with a faint heavy feeling in his eyes. Now it seems that what His Highness said may be the right thing.

There were more than a dozen monks from the wilderness that went there, and there was an old scholar following the army. Even if they lost in the ambush, some movement should be heard. What’s scary is that until today, there was no news, and there was no fluctuation at all. This endless snowy field.

It's so calm that it's scary.

He pressed his hands on the wall without saying a word, and the flags on the wall fluttered in the wind.

Silence is terrible.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and a soldier from the Nanqiao Army ran behind him.

Said a word.

The ice and snow were cold everywhere, but it was not as cold as this sentence.

Sun Sheng held his fingers tightly, leaving a trace on the city wall, with a complex expression and a cold look. He finally glanced deep in the snow field, looked at the direction of the Ten Year Festival, then turned around and walked down the city wall, and headed straight for the general's mansion.

A blue-robed shirt swept quickly across the street and stopped in front of Ying Song's horse.

On the side is the mansion of Zheng Zhilu, the third-rank dynasty, who is the most faithful dog in Xiaonan Bridge and is also the eyeliner placed on the surface.

After hearing what Li Xiu didn't know about life and death, he got up and rushed back. Three hundred Qingyi surrounded the general's mansion and remained vigilant at all times.

Ying Song sat on the horse's back for a long time.

A thick layer of snowflakes on their shoulders fell.

"General Ying and Song have been watching outside my Zheng Mansion for several days and nights. My master is a kind family and loyal to the king and the country. The general cannot deliberately find fault just because your prince is injured, right?"

The butler of Zheng's mansion stood at the door and whispered loudly to Ying Song who said nothing.

Somewhat sarcastic.

The people always say that the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door has a high position in this Xiaonanqiao third-rank official position, especially Zheng Zhilu is the queen's person, so few people are willing to offend him. As the housekeeper of the Zheng Mansion, he is also superior to others when walking on the street.

Ying Song glanced at him, lowered his head and thought for a while, then turned over and dismounted.

Stepping, carrying a sword.

Walked into the Zheng Mansion.

......

No one could tell what it felt when the dagger stabbed into his chest. Li Xiu's face did not change, but there was a look of disappointment and decay in his eyes.

He looked at the red eyes and stretched out a hand and placed it on her face.

Cong Xiaoxiao's palm holding the dagger was trembling and didn't say anything.

This knife was sudden and unreasonable.

Bai Luoti and Fenghe were stunned for a moment, and then two sword intents soared into the sky.

Liang Xiaodao's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and he drew his sword without hesitation and slashed at Cong Xiaoxiao's neck.

A white silk flew out of her sleeves, grew bigger in the wind and snow, wrapping her whole body in, and her whole body gradually became transparent and close to nothingness.

Two sword lights and the scimitar penetrated through her body without any stagnation.

Killed in the empty space.

The space fluctuated and a crack was cracked. The white silk wrapped around Cong's small body and floated into the crack. Then the space closed, and the gentle figure in white disappeared into the general's mansion.

Everything is quiet.

The power of not melting bones was immediately exerted, and the blood from the wound began to be suppressed.

But the seal set by the old scholar was fundamentally destroyed by this knife. The demon seeds in the body were radiating a paintblack light, and black rhizomes followed by black rhizomes crawled all over the body and the surface of the skin.

This sword cannot kill him, but the demon seed released is enough to attract the heavenly tribulation to kill him.

Li Xiu fell to the ground, pressing the snow deeper, and not melting the bones

The power of the demon seed is madly releasing and fighting against the demon seed. Every time, the demon seed is about to fully mature and break out of its body, and the two fall into a strange balance.

Liang Xiaodao clenched the handle of the knife tightly, full of anger.

Bai Luoti and Feng Heyi sat on both sides of Li Xiu, with spiritual energy rolling out from his body to help him suppress the power of the demon seed, and time passed by every minute.

Sun Sheng pushed open the door and walked in, without saying a word to the other side, and the domineering aura swept out.

Everyone realized that the potential failure of the Ten Year Festival was that Xiaonanqiao is very depressed now. Everyone is ready to die. At this time, Xiaonanqiao needs a leader, and Li Xiu's status and prestige are undoubtedly the best candidate.

So he must not fall down at this time.

......

When the sky was dark and dark, Li Xiu, who had fallen into coma, finally let out a muffled groan and gradually opened his eyes.

Bai Luoti and the other two looked pale, still moving, cross-legged to regulate their breathing, and restored their spiritual energy.

Even the Youye monk at the peak level is a bit unstoppable for the uninterrupted spiritual energy delivery throughout the day.

Li Xiu woke up, the power of not transforming bones was still continuing, and the demon seed could explode at any time, but his eyes were surprisingly calm, as if he felt nothing.

What does heartache feel like?

I used to think that it was just a mood, a very good and appropriate adjective, until the knife stabbed into the chest, the man's eyes were red without hesitation.

Saying the most beautiful love words in the world, then turning your eyes to do the most cruel things in the world.

When Li Xiu opened his eyes, he realized that his heart really hurt, and that was not a description of emotions.

It's real pain.

Liang Xiaodao was silent for a moment, then sat in front of him and asked seriously: "When the knife stabbed into your chest, I was shocked and breathed, but you didn't. This breathing time was enough for you to kill her several times, but you just touched her face."

"I know that face looks very good, those eyes are very gentle, and it should feel good to touch."

"But that shouldn't,"

Li Xiu grinned and showed a smile, with bitterness in his smile, his eyes were scary red.
Chapter completed!