What he complained about was Qin Qianqiu, the young master of the Qin family who was so superior that he forced his husband to die. The cunning rabbit died and the lackeys cooked him. The husband had lost his value and was abandoned like a worn-out shoe.

An Le said nothing. All this was Zhushan's choice, but in fact, Zhushan had no choice. Qin Qianqiu asked him to kill An Le. How could such a noble man have any choice for such a little man?

The bamboo sword returned, the ink pool was slowly drawn out, and it returned to Sui Anle's side. Neither sword was stained with blood.

Zhushan was covered in blood, and his will began to blur.

Holding the knife, he stood there, the stars were shining brightly, and the moon was like frost.

Zhushan raised his head and looked towards the end of the long street.

In the night, there was a mist and gray mist, as if there was no hope for the way forward.

In front of my eyes, the past seemed to emerge like a painting.

He saw that he once killed his enemies with a sword and was thrown into the Black Prison Prison. When there was no hope, the teacher came like a starlight and rescued him with a smile.

He saw that he once drove his husband with him to Qingzhou to challenge the talented people from all sides, and won ten battles. When he saw his teacher rise from the building, the genius was as high as a thunderbolt.

He saw the chariot leaving Qingzhou for Lin'an, passing through the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth. The master was playing the sword and singing, and he was singing along with it.

He saw the gentleman in the car smiling, and he was also smiling when he was sitting on the shaft.

He saw...

He will never be seen again.

The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.

A sigh of regret came from the mouth of the burly coachman.

"Sir, Zhushan cannot drive you back to Qingzhou."

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The flowing water flows through the small pavilion.

Luo Qingchen had a small silver sword suspended in front of him, his mind was like the sea, and his sword energy was like frost, washing away the dust in his heart.

Suddenly, his heart trembled.

There seemed to be a sigh, wrapped in the cold spring night wind, floating in the air.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, like ink-colored halo.

He stood up suddenly, looked towards the long street, and clenched his fists fiercely.

The small silver sword wrapped around his body like a snake.
Chapter completed!