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Lu Zhengqiu's face darkened.

His hesitation did not escape Nan Yanqi's eyes. Before he made a decision, the latter spoke first: "In the past nine years, you have missed too much news. Mr. Xia ordered us to attack Wuxi for the sake of A very important thing."

Lu Zhengqiu was silent for a moment, and asked, "What is it?"

Nan Yanqi's mouth curled into a snicker, and he said, "It's Xiyang, the treasure left by the gods, you must have heard its name."

Lu Zhengqiu showed surprise, and asked again: "Why are you looking for Xiyang?"

Nanyan Qidao: "Everything in the world will eventually decay, except for the soil of interest. It is inexhaustible and inexhaustible. A pinch of loess is worth thousands of troops. If you want to take the world from Si's hands When you come back, you need something like this."

Lu Zhengqiu was stunned, and asked again: "Since you have already succeeded, why are you still chasing Wuxi people so hard?"

Nan Yanqi said: "Unfortunately, we haven't succeeded yet."

"What does it mean?"

"It means someone has got there first."

Lu Zhengqiu kept staring at him, and finally couldn't hide his astonishment when he heard this, his hands trembled slightly.During this moment of negligence, Nan Yanqi suddenly moved his body, ignoring the threat of the blade, and bumped his shoulder directly at him.

The two sides had long risked their lives, and at the critical moment, Lu Zhengqiu was half a step too late.

Before he could turn the blade, his chest was hit hard.The injured body was overwhelmed, and he staggered back. Nan Yanqi sneered, took advantage of the situation, stepped forward, and shoved his shoulder.

He fell on his back, half of his body fell into the icy water, the back of his head hit the stone heavily, and the knife he had let go had returned to the other party's hand.

Before the dull pain caused by the impact subsided, he felt dizzy. Nan Yanqi raised his foot and stepped on his chest mercilessly.

The sudden severe pain made him almost unconscious. As soon as his throat became hot, the strong smell of blood flooded his throat, flooded his lips and teeth, and finally trickled out from the corners of his mouth.

His blood turned black, which was the result of his unhealed internal injuries.

Just now, he had already been seriously injured, but he only survived for half a moment with his willpower, but now, his remaining strength was finally exhausted, like a lamp oil burnt out, a wax torch turned to ashes.

The tide is gone.

His messy hair was scattered in the damp water, covered with mud, and he was in a mess.

And Nanyan Qiban knelt on him, pressing him with his knees, making him sink even deeper.

"My dear brother, do you know why you can't kill me?"

The long knife was raised slowly, hanging above his head like a waning moon.

"Because your biggest problem is that you think too much and do too little."

Nan Yanqi's words hit his ears mercilessly, followed by the whistling of the blade.

As the crescent moon fell, the shadow of the blade rapidly enlarged in his eyes, and the silver light on the blade made him feel an unstoppable burning pain.

He finally closed his eyes heavily, and lamented in the darkness, probably he had really become weaker, with worries, delusions, and obsessions.He was obviously born in the mud, but he wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xi Guang.This was originally impossible, his fate could not bear such a weight, so his knife slowed down.

The sun will sink.

And he will also be buried here, with all dignity lost and nothing achieved.

The cold is approaching the neck.

His lips trembled, and he finally allowed himself to throw down his helmet and armor, and called out the name buried deep in his heart with a light and inaudible voice:

"holly……"

Just saying these two words made him feel relieved, and the moment was almost permanent, and the mist in his eyes finally condensed into tears.

Tears are resentment, remorse, hard love, and unrequited love.

Hot blood splashed his face.

He opened his eyes and found that he was still alive.

Viscous blood dripped down his cheeks, with a strong fishy smell, and quickly washed away the tears.

His chest was intact, and it was Nan Yanqi's chest that was pierced by the sharp edge.

Nan Yanqi had a dagger stuck in his chest.

The dagger was dropped by him just now.

Nan Yanqi's blood flowed like a waterfall, and soon, the scarred and ugly cheeks faded away, leaving only a piece of livid.

With a stiff expression on his livid face, his body tilted and fell into the cold stream, splashing a splash of water.

Nan Yanqi is already a dead person.

The dead man's eyes were wide open, until the moment of his death, he never expected that there would be a third person appearing in this remote cave.

The third person stood by the cold stream.

Lu Zhengqiu didn't know when he came.

He held Lu Zhengqiu's dagger in his hand, and unexpectedly sent the dagger's enemy to Huangquan Road.

His face was covered with a funny mask, with colorful lines outlining the face of a tiger, like a child's plaything.

There was also some blood on the mask. He raised his hand and wiped away the remaining blood with his sleeve, so the mask returned to its innocent appearance.

A voice came from behind the mask: "You are seriously injured."

Lu Zhengqiu carefully propped up his body, looked at Nan Yanqi who fell into the mud, and murmured: "He is dead."

The visitor said: "With such an injury, even an evil ghost will die again."

He glanced briefly at the person who came before, then turned around, half-kneeled beside Nan Yanqi, raised his fingers tremblingly, and gently touched that familiar cheek.

As soon as the fingertips touched the cold skin, they quickly retracted.

Eyes behind the mask kept watching his movements, and his hands hung in the air, almost falling on his shoulders.

But at this moment, he let out a long sigh.

He said in a weak and hoarse voice: "This evil ghost is my twin brother."

His words are very short, because there are too many sorrows that cannot be expressed in words, and can only be wrapped in that sigh, like a seed wrapped in mud, trying its best to stretch out the weak branches and buds, but touching the sun Moment quickly withers, topples, curls back into the dirt.

The hanging hand retracted silently.

The mask covered all expressions, so the visitor just turned around.

Lu Zhengqiu stopped him: "Wait a minute, are you...?"

He turned his head slightly, and said with difficulty: "People from Jiangyu."

"Did you take the Wuxi people away from here?"

"Yes, they are in a safe place at the moment, and the soldiers of Bai Mansion have rushed to rescue them."

"What about you, didn't you come to bring me to justice?"

He was silent for a long time, and said: "The murderer who killed the prince is already dead, there is no need for me to arrest him."

The man behind the mask let out a soundless growl, a cry that almost burst through his throat.

He wanted to say—Master, follow me back.

He wanted to say——you are injured so badly, I will lock you in the room to recuperate until you recover, and you are not allowed to go anywhere.

He wanted to say—from now on, you will never run away, never leave my side again.

But these shouts were still swallowed by him after all.

He just said in a faint, carefully disguised voice: "Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, you don't have to be a prisoner anymore."

Lu Zhengqiu raised his eyes slightly, his delicate long hair was stained with mud and was messily scattered on his shoulders, his tired eyes were a bit dazed, staring at him blankly through the last rays of the setting sun.

He met that gaze, and continued, "You can go anywhere in the future, you are already free."