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Pink petals scattered all over the ground.

The peach branches are thin and curved, like a simple landscape painting with one or two strokes, and the branches are thin.

The burly man covered his chest with his hands, blood gurgling and staining the ground.

He had a ferocious look on his face: "Swordsman, no matter how talented you are in swordsmanship, you will never be able to find the murderer who destroyed the Hou Mansion, and you will never be able to take revenge in your lifetime."

After the burly man finished speaking, he breathed his last and died.

But before he died, he still had a sarcastic look on his face.

Next to him, Princess Anyang saw this with a look of unbearability on her face: "Senior Swordsman, the clue has been broken again."

Obviously the swordsman was a few years younger than her, but when she was next to the swordsman, she felt like she was following a big piece of ice.

Although his face was so handsome and his body was so strong, she couldn't bring up any desire for fear of being killed by a sword.

The swordsman remained silent.

Upon seeing this, Princess Anyang continued: "Could it be that...the murderer is from another country?"

She could only guess so.

"I'm leaving." After the swordsman finished speaking, he disappeared.

Princess Anyang looked at the swordsman's back, pursed her lips, and wanted to catch up, but finally gave up.

Next to him, the guard said: "Princess, do you want to keep the swordsman? If you have his help, why worry about failing to achieve your great cause?"

Princess Anyang shook her head: "Feilai country... is not the place he should stay."

Princess Anyang spoke quickly. In the following days, the swordsman measured Feilaiguo with his feet.

Continue to look for the murderer of the original massacre, and look for his sister.

It's a pity that he traveled all over the Feilai Kingdom, even to the Aoji Kingdom, to the Tianhai Desert in the south, and to the Dixue Mountains in the north, but still found no trace of his enemy.

Those enemies seemed to appear out of thin air, and after killing the people in the Marquis Mansion, they disappeared again.

The cold wind blew hard, biting to the bone.

The swordsman carried the broken sword on his back and walked alone in the vast snow.

The world is vast and I am alone.

At this moment, the swordsman suddenly stopped and looked towards the southwest.

Five hundred meters away, orange-red flames danced, accompanied by a faint smoke.

A woman in fox fur is sitting on the snow, with picturesque black eyebrows and white breath blowing out of her lips.

The red cloak was tied outside. The woman rubbed her slender white hands and raised her eyebrows at the swordsman: "Would you like to come and warm yourself by the fire?"

The swordsman looked at the woman and felt an inexplicable meaning.

"What's your name?" the fox-fur woman asked.

"Swordsman." Swordsman cherishes words like gold.

"A person is just like his name, what a good name." The fox-fur woman smiled, like a charming girl, "Would you like to become your teacher? I can give you what you want."

The swordsman was silent for a while.

He seemed to be thinking.

However, without emotions, it becomes difficult for him to think.

Only the sword in his hand is the thing he trusts most.

"Revenge, and... find your sister." The fox-furred woman chuckled, as if she was cold, and rubbed her hands again, "You will wander around here and you will never find them in your life."

"Okay." The swordsman agreed, "Meet the master."

Although he has no emotions, it does not mean he is a fool.

The smile on the fox-fur woman's face was even bigger. She looked at the handsome young man and said softly: "I feel... you are a little familiar."

The swordsman remained silent.

"Have we... met before?" the fox-furred woman continued.

She seems to be a chatterbox.

It's also possible that she's used to being lonely and rarely sees anyone, so she talks more.

The swordsman said nothing.

Silence represents the answer.

At this time, the fox-furred woman stood up.

The snowflakes piled on the clothes scattered and fell to the ground one after another.

Her figure is quite thin, somewhat like a slender jade bamboo shoot, but she has flesh everywhere, giving her the feeling of a royal sister.

She clapped her hands and snowflakes scattered: "Introduce yourself, Wu Shi."

When the swordsman heard this, he silently remembered the name in his heart.

Wu Shi.

For some reason, he also felt that the name was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it from there.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that I, Wu Shi, also have a disciple. I have to manage him well." Wu Shi looked at the swordsman with a foxy look of joy, "Come, disciple, cook a meal for me.

Master, I haven’t had a full meal for a long time."

It's been a long time indeed.

She didn't remember how long it had been since she had eaten anything.

"What to eat?" the swordsman asked in a deep voice.

"Hmm... fish." Wu Shi replied, seeming to be lost in memories, her eyes dazed.

"Okay." After the swordsman finished speaking, he left without looking back.

"Hey!" Wu Shi shouted into the air, "You shouldn't ask your master why you want to reminisce and why you eat fish. Don't you want to hear the story behind it?"

"In no mood."

The swordsman's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Hmph." Wu Shi snorted coldly, but was not angry either. She put her white and tender palms on the flames.

Perhaps his skin was too white, and his palms were a little red and translucent when reflected by the flames.

The fish was caught quickly, and the swordsman was grilling the fish. From time to time, the smell of fish could be heard.

Although there were no condiments, Wu Shi didn't smell the fishy smell. After a long time, her taste buds were twitching.

Putting her palms on her face, she looked at the swordsman blankly, seeming to be lost in memories again: "You are so good at your craft."

Her foxy peach blossom eyes look affectionate to everyone she looks at.

It's a pity that the swordsman has no emotions.

I don’t know what deep affection is.

"As my master, I will appoint you as...the chief cook and the royal chef."

Wu Shi said, picked up the fish and ate it with relish.

"Yes, your craftsmanship is very good."

“It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten so deliciously and felt so full.”

“But I can’t eat it anymore, I’ll develop a belly.

Although Wu Shi is greedy, she pays attention to propriety.

The swordsman watched Wu Shi finish eating and then said: "Revenge, sister."

His voice was as stiff and cold as ever.

Wu Shi looked at the handsome face of the swordsman: "It's too cold, smile?"

The swordsman was silent for a while, and finally managed to smile.

"Forget it, it's better to stop laughing." Wu Shi spoke and let out a sigh of relief, "The Hou Mansion was assassinated twice in total. The first assassination... When you were born, you were born with an abnormality, and all those people died.

.

Later, there was a second assassination."

Wu Shi kept watching the swordsman's reaction.

Unfortunately, the swordsman was silent and did not respond.

"Identity." The swordsman cherishes words like gold.
To be continued...