Shanshui was wearing a bright red wedding dress. The breeze blew across her cheeks, blew the phoenix crown tassels hanging from her forehead, and the silver sword shining with cold light reflected her pale face.

Her arms were trembling, but her fingers holding the hilt of the sword were knocked tightly, without any intention of letting go.

Xiang Feng's smile froze, and he turned his back to her body and slowly turned his side.

No matter what, he never expected that Shanshui would stab him in the back.

Obviously, he hugged Shanshui excitedly, and she did not struggle or move at all.

However, it was when he turned around and talked to An Ning that Shanshui pierced his body with a sword.

Shanshui poked the heart, she wanted him to die.

But she didn't know that his heart was different from that of an ordinary person, and he was tilted one inch to the right, and her sword could not kill him at all.

His facial muscles twitched twice, and his voice trembled slightly: "Why?"

Shanshui smiled. She clearly had tears in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were smiling: "This is what you owe me."

Yes, this is what he owes her.

It was just because she had selfish intentions and wanted to save Xiang Feng overestimate her ability, which caused her father to die tragically at the hands of Xiang Feng's enemy.

She and her father, together with the coffin shop, were burned to ashes, and Xiang Feng, who was rescued, didn't even know her name.

She couldn't blame others for the incident back then. She voluntarily saved Xiang Feng, and she knelt down and begged Xue Xi to take Xiang Feng away. Even if Xiang Feng didn't remember her, she had nothing to say.

But after living for a lifetime, why did she have something to do with Xiang Feng and become a victim of Xiang Feng and Xue Xi?

What did she do wrong? She would be slapped by him, be called a bitch, be forced by him... In the end, he would use her to get the protective jade of the immortal king Hengwu to drain the last trace of her value?

If Xiang Feng wants to save Xuexi regardless of everything, because he owe Xuexi, how should he pay back all the things he owe her?

Obviously, Xiang Feng didn't understand what she meant.

He only thought that what she said, "What you owe me" was the case that he forced her after he was demented.

Xiang Feng was silent.

Although he did not do it on purpose, he was wrong or wrong. If she could only relieve the hatred in her heart by stabbing him with one sword, then he would admit it.

She was right, he did owe her in this matter.

Xiang Feng raised his hand to cut off the long sword in front of his chest. The half blade broke into his body, but it was so painful that he could not breathe.

He endured the pain and said sincerely: "Shanshui, I'm sorry..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed by Shanshui and fell to the ground crookedly.

Xiang Feng fell and covered in blood and mud. The pain of tearing his chest made his breathing solemn. He frowned tightly, and a hint of displeasure appeared in his eyes.

He was sorry for Shanshui, but he was also plotted against that day, and he was just unintentional.

If it weren't for his heart being slightly off, he would have died on the sword of Shanshui. Isn't this enough for him to repay her chastity with his life?

Although he was unhappy, he did not show anything. He wanted to settle the matter with Shanshui.

If Shanshui feels that this can vent it, then she can vent it.

Xiang Feng was thinking this way, and just about to say something, he saw Shanshui running straight towards the direction behind him.

Before he could even react, when he turned around, Shanshui had already stabbed the half-broken sword into An Ning's heart.

An Ning's face was pale, her dry lips were trembling, and the delicate blood slid down from her lips, one drop...and another.

She finally couldn't hold on and slowly fell down.

Xiang Feng's pupils tightened, and the blue veins in his temples pounded, and bloodshots spread throughout his eyes. His face gradually twisted and gradually became ferocious.

After he refines his soul into pills, he can hold An Ning's life. When he finds the Soul Condensation Pearl, Xue Xi will be saved.

Just a little bit short...

The next moment, his trembling arm was already raised high.

"landscape--"

Accompanied by the heart-wrenching cry of the Immortal Lord Hengwu, he heard a "puff" sound, which was the sound of the sword blade piercing his body.

Xiang Feng widened his eyes and his breathing stopped at this moment.

His sword pierced Shanshui's body, entered from his back and came out from his chest.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, so quiet that he could clearly hear his heartbeat.

The sticky blood winds down the sword body, and her blood flows into his palms, flowing between his skin textures, like a blooming red shore flower.

So charming and beautiful, so shocking.

The mountains and rivers were laughing, and there was a hint of pleasure in her eyes that was about to be liberated, and she smiled so happily.

The Immortal King Hengwu broke free from his shackles and ran towards her desperately, but when he was still ten steps away from her, he heard her sigh and said, "Don't come here!"

Shanshui turned his head and looked at him with a smile through the phoenix-capped tassel hanging from his forehead: "If you dare to come over, I will jump down."

The Immortal King Hengwu stopped. It was clearly within reach of the distance, but he felt that she was so far away.

He wanted to rush up and hug her in his arms regardless of the matter, chop Xiang Feng, a livestock that was worse than pigs and dogs, and to take her out of this place of failure, and from then on, he got rid of the shackles of the past and returned to the mountains and forests with her.

But he couldn't do anything.

He could only look at her like this, and he could only look at her.

Seeing that he did not move forward, Shanshui finally breathed a sigh of relief. She raised her jaw slightly and faced the dull Xiang Feng.

The smile on the corner of her mouth became stronger, but tears slid down the corners of her eyes: "Xiang Feng, the thing I have done the last regret is to save you in the coffin shop."

Xiang Feng's eyes were scarlet, and he seemed to not understand her words, his eyes were full of confusion.

Shanshui was still talking to herself, she lowered her eyes and smelled of bloody rust in her mouth.

The thrust of her body made her breathing slightly uncomfortable, but she did not stop, as if she wanted to vent her resentment for two lifetimes.

"I have saved you three times in these two lives."

The first time was in the mountains.

She was at the age of her birth, and her father was worried that she would not get married, so he invited a matchmaker to her all day long, hoping to find a good man for her.

She complained about her father's nagging, and she also felt that the matchmaker was picking up pork, and she spoke to her and pointed her fingers.

In order to escape from the matchmaker, she used the excuse of going out to beat pig grass and ran to the forest outside the city with a bamboo basket on her back.

It was spring at that time, and forsythia flowers were everywhere in the mountains. When the wind blew, the fragrance of flowers blew.

She finished cutting the pig grass with a pig grass knife, and lay down in the forsythia to take a nap. She fell asleep, but was awakened by the hasty footsteps.

She opened her eyes and saw a pale-faced boy in black. His eyebrows were filled with heroic spirit, and his thin lips tightly pursed were like peach petals. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

He had blood on his body, his steps were stumbled, and he was injured at first glance.

Seeing him fainting among the flowers, there seemed to be someone chasing him in the distance, she suddenly remembered what her father said.

Her father always said that good people will be rewarded and they must do one good job every day before they can have a good end.

So she climbed to him, covered his body with pig grass and forsythia, and stood up with the pig grass knife, pretending to look for pig grass.

Someone chased after her. When she passed by her, she stopped asking her if she had ever seen a man in black.

She smiled innocently and pointed in a direction: "You are the government, right? I said he must be the prisoner who escaped from prison."

The man was confused by her smile and chased in the direction she pointed without any doubt.

When the man walked away, she put the pig grass into a bamboo basket and carried him to a broken temple not far away.

The temple was the residence of the beggar. She could not bring him into the city, so she could only let him live in the dilapidated temple first.

Every day after that, she would get up early one morning, buy two meat buns, and then run out of the city excitedly, pick a forsythia, and secretly put the buns and forsythia next to him.

Such days lasted for more than a month.

Until he met again, he was seriously injured and rushed into her father's coffin shop.

It was the first time she talked to him, and she clearly heard her heartbeat gradually accelerating.

But he fainted soon.

She hid him in the coffin, and she thought that this time she could help him get through the difficulties.

She wanted to wait until he woke up, so she confessed her feelings to him and told him about sending flowers and buns.

But she couldn't wait for him to wake up after all. She and her father died in the coffin shop, accompanied by the raging fire, only a piece of ashes were burned.

Her body was burned down before her death, and she could not even be reincarnated. If it weren't for Rong Shang's rescue, she would have long become a lonely ghost wandering around the world.

Poor that her father had no place to die, but she forgot her previous life, followed him happily and became the apprentice of the culprit.

When Shanshui said this, her black hair had turned into pale hair, making her bright red lips look like a ghost.

Xiang Feng widened his eyes and stared at her tightly. His white lips opened and closed slightly, like a fish that was about to suffocate when he was thrown on the shore.

His teeth were trembling, as if he was in the cold snow of the twelfth lunar month, his heart was so cold that it hurt, and the cold and biting coldness penetrated deep into his bones.

No wonder every time he mentions this, Xue Xi always changes the topic in a vague way.
To be continued...