What a heavy snow.

This may be the biggest snowfall in Anjing City in decades.

The cold wind was biting on the streets, freezing everyone.

In the heavy snow, which is enough to blur the vision of ordinary people, a staggering shadow is dragging heavy steps, slowly going in one direction.

Crunch…

It's the sound of footsteps on the snow.

Tick ​​tock…

It is the sound of blood that is constantly falling and dripping on the ground.

In the courtyard.

Xu Ling'er suddenly opened her bright eyes, already aware of it, and then rushed out of the yard like flying. The strong wind brought by it made the door make a loud noise.

As soon as he came into view, he saw the staggering figure covered in blood at the end of the street.

next moment.

Xu Ling'er's body fluttered, and she had already reached the human figure, supported him, and said with tears in her eyes: "You, you..."

At this moment, Chang Hao's eyes no longer had the sharpness and spirit of the past, only the dimness of the last breath left after the war.

"I'm back."

He said this sentence softly.

A simple sentence seemed to completely release the fatigue that had been suppressed in his body and heart for decades. Without any strength in his hands and feet, he collapsed into the girl's arms.

His blood dyed the girl's red dress more vividly.

Xu Ling'er's hands and feet were trembling and she hurriedly took out the elixir from her body. Then she didn't dare to waste time and leaned Chang Hao against a wall somewhere in the street.

"Wake up..."

Her trembling voice was even more pleading, and she fed the blood-red elixir with a strong medicinal fragrance into Chang Hao's mouth.

The quality of this elixir was obviously refined by her using blood.

The powerful medicinal power spread out in Chang Hao's body, forcibly gathering a trace of energy in his body, allowing the long-dead and broken Nascent Soul to drink its first drink of water like a person dying of thirst in the desert.

Chang Hao, who spent a whole day and night killing in the Huanshen Sect, exhausted all his cultivation, destroyed all the magic weapons, and consumed all the elixirs in the storage bag. Even the Taicang Sect's Enlightenment Bead.

Broken into several pieces.

The result of this switch is...

Revenge was avenged.

Chang Hao slowly opened his blurry eyes, focused his sight again, and saw the anxious girl in front of him, who was still feeding the second pill.

He opened his dry mouth and said, "I used blood to make elixirs again."

Xu Ling'er was silent for a moment, then pursed her lips and said: "Take it quickly, everything is over."

Chang Hao did not insist anymore.

This time, Xu Linger watched Chang Hao take the elixir just like he did back then, just like a parent watching a child take medicine.

Then, Xu Ling'er took out a few more pills and watched Chang Hao take them one by one.

Chang Hao took the elixir and felt the warm medicinal power dissipate in his body, regaining his strength. He closed his eyes and felt the peace of mind at this moment.

Although it was an extremely cold and snowy day, he felt extremely at ease at this moment.

The cause and effect of hatred that has been entangled for half my life has all come to fruition.

"Vengeance is avenged."

He murmured softly.

"Everything is over..." He looked at Xu Linger, with a gentle smile on his lips, and said, "I'll be back..."

But he hadn't finished the last word yet.

He heard Xu Ling'er's voice coming out, causing him to fall into a deathly silence.

Xu Ling'er held Chang Hao in her arms at this moment, and the two leaned on the bluestone wall behind them. She gently stroked Chang Hao's hair, but looked blankly at the vast snow between the sky and the earth in front of her, and asked in a confused but self-questioning tone.

Said: "Vengeance has been avenged? Your revenge has been avenged, but what about mine?"

It's like I've been preparing for this problem for half my life, just for this last moment...

Ask out.

For a while, the only sound was the whistling of the wind and snow on the street.

It was cold and freezing, and God seemed to be looking at this couple in this world with indifferent eyes, watching their final outcome.

Chang Hao stretched out his hand and covered his heart.

There were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

A drop of blood fell on his forehead from above.

It was Xu Ling'er. She was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and her face was full of pain, but she suppressed the pain and tried to speak in a calm tone:

"Your revenge?"

Chang Hao's eyes had no focus.

There is only an empty heart, listening to the girl's somewhat painful questions that are close to my ears, but seem to be coming from the sky.

"Why are my family members dying?"

She vomited blood again, turning Chang Hao's face bright red and blurry.

Chang Hao was as motionless as a dead man, listening to these words.

A plain question, but it seems to be more powerful than the thousands of spells and weapons of the Huan Shen Sect.

There was already a hint of sad laughter in Xu Ling'er's voice: "Tell me?"

"Why?"

"If you hadn't left then..."

A picture appeared in front of Chang Hao.

Accompanied by Xu Ling'er's cry: "Tell me, what mistake did my parents make? My family of seventy-five members, what mistake did they make?"

"My brother, what mistake did he make again?"

"He was only five years old!!"

On a snowy day, Xu Ling'er cried hoarsely, venting the emotions she had hidden for half her life.

Chang Hao opened his mouth slightly, his tone was like a dead person, no one knew what he went through in these short dozen breaths.

He wanted to say something, but he never made a sound.

immediately.

He coughed loudly, looked up to the sky, and saw the vast expanse of heavy snow, and the face of Xu Ling'er next to him, which had been blended with blood and tears, and was hollow and lifeless.

This all seems very unexpected.

But it's so reasonable.

If it weren't for him, how could the girl's family be affected and wiped out?

"I still remember Xiaonan once told me that he would go out to be a swordsman in the future and do justice..."

Xu Ling'er's lips were already pale and her eyes were dim. She spoke slowly in a dreamy tone, as if that childish and cute face was reappearing in front of her eyes.

The brother she loved so much.

In the end, the scene turned into a scene of a five- or six-year-old child's head falling in front of her eyes, and the monk of the Huanshen Sect who smiled ferociously at her.

Xu Linger closed her tired eyes and said to Chang Hao:

"No matter what, it was your hands that killed those who massacred our family back then. Therefore, in order to repay your kindness in the end, I will work with you..."

There was a strange tenderness and relief in her tone, as if this was the best outcome.

But at the end, before the word "death" was uttered.

A stunning white light came from the end of the street, with incomparable anger:

"Bitch!!"

This sword was very lethal, but it was not as powerful and endless as her master's usual state, because her master's condition was also completely broken, but it was more than enough to kill Xu Ling'er with one sword.

But what this sword stabbed was a hand.

The man who had been silent all this time stretched out his hand and took hold of senior sister Murong Yan's sword.

The flesh of his palm was rolled up and bloody, and he held the sword in his palm.

"Chang Hao!!"
To be continued...