Chapter 191 Farewell
The first update...
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"Xiao Ma, where are we going now?" Xie Yun gently stared at Ma Xiaolong.
After coming down from Chiyan Peak, Ma Xiaolong and the two of them went north and walked aimlessly on the mountain road. Xie Yun also followed step by step, and finally couldn't help asking.
"I don't know!" Ma Xiaolong said blankly. Ma Xiaolong is very confused now. He doesn't know how to face Xie Yun, who has a deep affection for him. His heart has never been able to accept the fact that Xie Yun used to be a cold Qiuwu woman.
Women's intuition is often keen. Xie Yun bit his cherry lips, his eyes were covered with a layer of fog, and he stopped walking. Ma Xiaolong took more than ten steps before he found that Xie Yun did not keep up. He turned his head curiously and saw Xie Yun staring at his toes with his head down without saying a word.
Ma Xiaolong patted his forehead and came back: "What's wrong? If you don't go, I'll go!"
Xie Yun suddenly looked up and looked at Ma Xiaolong with tears in his eyes. Ma Xiaolong's heart trembled, he had a big headache, and he was a little at a loss.
"Xiao Ma, do you look down on others?" Xie Yun bit his lip and whispered. Ma Xiaolong was very contradictory. He looked sideways into the distance and didn't know how to answer. Xie Yun turned pale and slowly lowered his head: "I see, Xiao Ma, I'm leaving! Take care of yourself!" After saying that, he turned around silently and walked the way.
Ma Xiaolong's heart trembled and blurted out, "Where are you going?" Xie Yun turned around and smiled and shook his head: "I don't know where to go!"
Ma Xiaolong only felt as uncomfortable as an egg stuffed in his chest and wanted to say, "If there is no place to go, follow me!" The words came to his mouth and swallowed again. The last trace of hope in Xie Yun's eyes disappeared. He slowly turned his head and forced himself not to let the tears fall. He quickly ran along the mountain road. His figure quickly disappeared in the mountain pass, and tears finally came down one after another.
"Ouch! Twelfth sister, you are looking for so hard. What's wrong? Bullied by men! Cry like this!" A delicate and weak voice sounded.
Xie Yun suddenly looked up and saw ten women in white and snow standing in front of him. A straight man was facing this side, carrying his hands on his back to enjoy the scenery under the cliff. Xie Yun's whole body trembled, and his eyes stared at the man's back in horror.
"Hee hee, twelve sisters, I don't know each other! Isn't the seventh sister with you? Ksss! The twelve sisters are so good that they hooked the wild man to elope!" A tall woman joked.
Leng Qiuwu slowly turned around, and his eyes were still as gentle as water with a warm smile on his face, but Xie Yun was like falling into an ice cellar. His knees were soft and he knelt on the ground.
A trace of pleasure rose in Leng Qiuwu's heart and smiled, "Twelve, do you regret it?"
Xie Yun nodded blankly and shook his head again. Leng Qiuwu frowned gently and said softly, "Go back to the young master!"
This time, Xie Yun shook his head affirmatively and said in a trembling voice, "Young master, for the sake of the maidservant who has served you for so many years, you let the maidservant go!" The slave maidservant will find a place where there is no one to live and don't be a stand-in for the eldest lady."
Leng Qiuwu's face changed, and the other swordsmen also changed, and the atmosphere became strange. Leng Qiuwu suppressed his anger: "Didn't Ma Xiaolong touch you?"
Xie Yun shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "Women like us don't deserve to pursue love and happiness. I'm too naive! Ha ha..." Tears slid down the smooth cheeks, and the ten sword attendants lowered their heads silently.
Leng Qiuwu's face became extremely ugly, and he said coldly, "B bitch, it's good to know! Everything of you belongs to the young master, the person who lives and dies the young master. Death is the ghost of the young master. Do you understand?
The sword's eyes flashed and he hurriedly lowered his head. Xie Yun suddenly looked up at Leng Qiuwu and shook his head gently and said, "No, I'm not! From the day I killed Jianqi and left the snowfield, I decided to be myself again. I don't belong to anyone. There is no Jian Twelve in the world, only Xie Yun!"
Leng Qiuwu had a murderous look on his face and said coldly, "There will be no Xie Yun in this world soon!" The light in his hand was shining together, and a palm patted on Xie Yun's forehead.
Poo! A soft sound! Xie Yun's eyes stared, and Ma Xiaolong's figure flashed in his mind. He fell to the ground with a bang and slowly formed a thin layer of ice up.
Qiu Lengwu took back his palm and snorted coldly, "B bitch, it's cheap for you!" The ten sword waiters all lowered their heads, and there was a feeling of sadness.
A figure rushed around from the side of the mountain pass: "Thank you..." The man slowly stopped, and it was Ma Xiaolong who finally couldn't help running back to find Xie Yun.
Ma Xiaolong was stunned and stared at Xie Yun, who fell on the ground. He squatted down silently and picked up Xie Yun like ice. Through the thin ice, Xie Yun's face seemed to be frozen there, his eyes were open, and there was a trace of nostalgic and relief in his eyes. Ma Xiaolong only felt that his heart hurt like a knife. His throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on Xie Yun. The ice rose wisps of cold fog in the sun.
Ma Xiaolong's spiritual power was crazy, and the ice fell down, and a spiritual power entered Xie Yun's body. Leng Qiuwu held his hands and looked at Ma Xiaolong Shiwei, with a sneer on the corners of his mouth. His heart was full of the pleasure of revenge. He decided to torture the man who made his face well and let him pay for all the pain in the world.
Xie Yun slowly opened his eyes and looked into Ma Xiaolong's tearful eyes. His eyes rose with joy like the sun. His pale lips trembled slightly. He raised his hands with a difficult time and stroked Ma Xiaolong's cheeks. He said feebly, "Pony, don't waste your effort. I... I don't All right!" Ma Xiaolong suppressed tears and increased the spiritual power input, but Xie Yun's internal organs seemed to be frozen. The spiritual power melted this side and condensed on the other side.
"Xiao Ma... Don't... Don't waste... I'm so cold... It's so cold, hold me tightly... Hold me..." Xie Yun's whole body trembled, and thin ice began to form on his body again. Ma Xiaolong finally gave up and hugged Xie Yun tightly in his arms. Tears finally dripped on Xie Yun's pale face and muttered, " Yun'er, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay!" It will be ready soon!"
Xie Yun's pretty face slowly stiffened, barely squeezed out a smile: "Xiao Ma... I'm so happy... I'm so happy... Kiss... I..." At the end of the words, he slowly lowered his voice, almost couldn't hear it, and a layer of ice slowly formed on his face.
Ma Xiaolong bowed his head and kissed Xie Yun's pale lips. The ice on it was melted by the heat sprayed by Ma Xiaolong. A happy smile surged up on Xie Yun's face and spit out three words faintly: "I don't regret it..." His eyes slowly closed. The ice on the face knotted again, and the happy smile solidified with the ice.
Leng Qiuwu's face was pale. Xie Yun's last words were obviously said to himself. The bitch did not regret his death. The ten sword attendants silently turned their heads and wiped the corners of their eyes. A trace of envy and sympathy flashed in their eyes.
"Yun'er! Wake up! Wake up, I'm going to take you home, I'm going to see my father and mother, I'm going to marry you, I'm going to marry you, do you hear me? Wake up! Yun'er..." Ma Xiaolong shouted in a low voice.
"Yun'er..." Ma Xiao stood up with Xie Yun's body in his arms and shouted up to the sky. His voice echoed on the cliff like a huge wave: "Yun'er... Yun'er... Er..." Hearing this, he was sad and cried.
The sword sighed secretly. What's the pain? When you have it, you don't know how to cherish it. When you lose it, you feel precious! Are men like this?
Ma Xiaolong suddenly closed his voice and turned back to stare coldly at Leng Qiuwu, with a cold murderous intention in his eyes. Leng Qiuwu smiled happily, and there was an extra gold folding fan in his hand.
Ma Xiaolong said coldly, "Wait, I, Ma Xiaolong, will definitely kill you to avenge Yun'er!" Leng Qiuwu smiled disdainfully and said, "I'm waiting for you at any time!"
Ma Xiaolong turned around and walked away with Xie Yun's body in his arms. Leng Qiuwu smiled, rushed to Ma Xiaolong like a phantom, and gently pressed his palm on Ma Xiaolong's body. Ma Xiaolong knew that Leng Qiuwu was so sinister that he rushed out and sprayed a mouthful of blood.