Lu Huxiao said lightly: "I thought you would always learn to be stronger, but I didn't expect that it would still be so disappointing."

Cymbal!

The knife in Lu Qianji's hand was instantly knocked away, and Lu Hu's roaring long sword hit Lu Qianji's throat: "To this day, you still can't even hold your own sword."

Lu Qianji remembered it.

In the winter of that year, in the back garden, his father's majestic expression and cold eyes, he threw his sword into the lake, and the sword penetrated the ice layer and sank to the bottom of the lake.

He said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to say that you are a swordsman who can't even hold a swordsman?"

Then he turned around, left a figure for himself, and left a sentence: "If you can't catch the sword, you are not allowed to eat, and no one is allowed to help her."

She sneaked into the lake and was almost frozen to death. She couldn't bear to recall how she touched her sword in the cold lake water; she couldn't bear to recall that she was crying while looking for her sword in the cold lake water; she couldn't bear to recall that after climbing up, she curled up in the snow with her sword until she was frozen and fainted...

She cried.

The skin on her face was shaking and her tears were flowing. She walked forward, pushing her father's sword with her throat.

"You hate me, right?" Her voice was low and fierce.

Lu Huxiao frowned and carefully controlled the sword. He found that his daughter really wanted to die.

"So you have to take revenge on me, right?" Lu Qianji was still walking forward.

Lu Huxiao pulled back the sword and shouted angrily: "Kneel down for me!"

Lu Qianji suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs: "If I die, you will be happy, right!? Tell me, right!"

"You are arrogant!" Lu Huxiao was furious and slapped Lu Qianji in the face.

The whole audience was quiet.

Lu Qianji slowly turned her head, the blood at the corner of her mouth was still flowing, her face was full of tears, her eyes were full of stubbornness, and she cried and shouted, "What should you do if you want me!"

She had completely collapsed. She no longer cared about her image as a female hero. She screamed at the top of her lungs like a crazy patient: "Tell me! What do you want me to do? That day, if it was me who died, would you be happier? Isn't it? I also hope that the one who died that day is me! I think every day, how good it would be if it was me, but I can't do it, and I can't go back that day!"

Zhao Yu lay on the ground and coughed up a mouthful of blood: "What happened that day... what happened?"

Lu Huxiao's face turned pale.

"shut up."

"Kill me!" Lu Qianji roared: "If you have a little bit of father-daughter affection for me, my daughter, I beg you to kill me! Let me atone for my sins and let me accompany him, okay?"

"Stop it!" Lu Hu roared angrily.

His whole body was shaking, the scars of the past were uncovered, and huge grief, irrepressible anger appeared on his face, and...the pain that was so profound that the eyes stretched out.

"I said you will never mention this again!"

"Then you kill me! Kill me! Isn't your swordsmanship very powerful? Isn't it easy to kill a family like me? How can the glory of the Lu family be defiled by a broom star like me!? You kill me!"

Lu Qianji suddenly rushed over, pulled out the sword that Lu Huyao had already been sheathed, and rushed to his neck.

Lu Hu roared and pointed at Lu Qianji's shoulder and grabbed the sword: "You...rebel girl!"

Lu Qianji smiled. She knelt on the ground weakly, covered her face and cried again: "I...I...I regret it too. I killed him, I killed his brother, wuwu...I killed him..."

Lu Huxiao took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Lu Qianji, he was not the one you killed, it was me who killed him."

Lu Qianji opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at Lu Huyao.

Lu Huxiao's eyes were covered with a layer of mist: "At that time, you didn't listen to your advice and went to Xiushui Lake to play. It fell down. Your brother died to save you."

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

It suddenly started to snow in the sky, and the snow was floating, which surprised everyone. They raised their heads and stretched out their hands.

"It's snowing!?"

"Why...it will snow in such a season?"

Lu Huxiao looked at Xuehua with a tragic look: "He is talented and a genius in the Lu family once in a century. I think he can surpass my fortune before he is forty and become the new generation of the Lu family. If he is still alive, he will take over my mantle in a few years and become the most prestigious young captain of the 12th Team, right?"

Lu Qianji looked at Lu Huxiao and suddenly felt that this person was so pitiful. Her father had never talked about this for so many years. He didn't say it himself, nor was anyone allowed to talk about it, but she knew that the blow to him was devastating.

Since that day, Lu Huxiao has never laughed again, never.

Lu Huxiao squatted down and stared at Lu Qianji: "Do you think you killed him? It was me who killed him."

Lu Qianji didn't understand: "What, how could it be..."

Lu Huxiao said, "It was me who told him that you are his sister. I told him that no matter what happens, I must protect you. Even if I have to give my life, I must protect my sister. Because..."

Lu Huxiao choked a little. He stopped his emotions from flooding in pain and gritted his teeth and said, "Because that is the most glorious and greatest thing a brother can do."

Lu Huxiao's voice was low and fierce: "He is good! He fulfilled his oath, he listened to his father's words, he saved his sister and used his life!"

Lu Qianji looked at her father in disbelief, she couldn't believe it, nor could she believe it. She suddenly remembered that those memories, those memories that were covered by her, had completely forgotten them for so many years. From that day on, she had forgotten, such as selective amnesia, she forgot her father's favor and favoritism for herself.

He was so kind and friendly at that time. In front of outsiders, he was the powerful captain of the Third Team and was supported by thousands of people everywhere he went. But he could act coquettishly in front of him, ride on his back and play, take advantage of his sleep to pull his beard, and use his treasured antiques as toys to play...

She was never blamed or scolded. She was once spoiled by her father!

Lu Huxiao twisted his beauty and stared at his eyes: "So, he did the right thing, and it was me who killed him. It was me who should not be forgiven. As for you..."

Lu Qianji looked at Lu Huxiao, and she could no longer tell whether her father was sad or scolding him at this time.

"I should hate me because I took away the brother who could die for you."
Chapter completed!