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(Thanks to Aoyu, Hongmo, Tiandong Eight Hundred Clans for their support and monthly tickets.)

Three years ago, since the Luo family in Luohe County was destroyed, and the country and the mountains and rivers map disappeared for a flash in the pan, the whole world, including the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong, believed that the map had already fallen into the hands of Yan Bailou, the supreme emperor of the Great Yan Empire.

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Therefore, when Yan Bailou sent his pearl in his hand to Bodhi Academy and worshipped him under the Dean Zhuang to study and practice, Yan Ningxue became a world-renowned object.

Jiang Manlou, Jun Zeyu and other talents gathered together by chance.

Until something happened in the peach blossom forest.

The White Tower God General of the Great Yan Empire and the 12 Stars of the Tiandong Eight Hundred Sects of the Heavenly Heaven are willing to commit crimes, and the scene of the mantis stalking the cicada oriole behind them is staged, and Luo Changfeng is taken away or even put to death.

The origin of the matter is that Jiang Manlou and others have never witnessed it with their own eyes, but afterwards, they calmed down and calculated it for a while and guessed the facts.

Luo Changfeng's identity is about to emerge!

Jiang Manlou knew it well. He believed that the comrades who were supporting him in the peach blossom forest and blocked Luo Changfeng's body were all tacitly aware of each other at this moment.

Li Xingyun sighed helplessly behind him.

Jiang Manlou looked at the night sky where the snow covered the mountain silently from afar.

Where is the meaning of a comrade?

He was also thinking about this problem that he couldn't solve because he was searching hard.

Whether for Jiang Manlou or Yuezhi brothers, this is a choice, and a hesitation between a position and a relationship.

But not everyone will hesitate.

Among the ten comrades, at least the scholar Li Xingyun would not hesitate, nor would Xueer.

Perhaps Xueer will be shocked and unbelievable after learning about Brother Changfeng’s true identity in the Peach Blossom Forest.

At that time, she might be at a loss and wonder how to face the person who regards the Yan clan of the Great Yan Empire as a life-and-death enemy but she secretly believes that she can't extricate herself.

But now she doesn't think about it randomly, and she doesn't have time to think about it randomly.

She just wanted to wake up Brother Changfeng.

Even if Brother Changfeng was taken to death by the evil ghost, she had already entered the gate of hell with one kick, she would wake up Brother Changfeng.

He spared no effort to wake Brother Changfeng up!

No matter whether you are destined to be a destiny, no part, hostility, strangeness, face it, or escape... at least you should always wake up Brother Changfeng.

Even if she spends the rest of her life with the Buddha, she will wait for the whole life, escape for the whole life, miss her life, regret for the whole life... She only knows that the people who are waiting, escaped, missed, regretful, and regretful still live...

, then you are already satisfied!

Even if she can never see the tomorrow she is looking forward to!

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In the quiet lonely room in the Bodhi Garden, a lonely lamp is lit.

The lonely lamp reflected a thin figure in front of the window.

In the deserted room where Ling'er was not here, there was only Xue'er alone.

Xueer sat upright in front of the window.

She was wearing the school's costume, and the lonely lamp reflected her slender and graceful body on the ground.

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and her beautiful cheeks appeared a little pale.

Her slender little hands gently touched her slightly cool cheeks, and tears flashed in her eyes, and she felt sorry for herself!

There was snow outside the window, and through the window, you could see the cold plums and snow shadows outside the window.

Xueer looked at the cold plum snow shadow for the last time.

Her thin body trembled slightly.

She withdrew her gaze.

On the table in front of the window was a short, sharp silver dagger, next to it was a glass jade empty bowl.

She remembered the person lying in the Forgetful River, and when she mentioned her lovesickness, she was like a tide.

She smiled foolishly, a smile that was pitiful but unbearable.

She picked up the short, extremely sharp and cold dagger on the table.

She bit her red lips with her teeth.

She held the dagger and pressed the tip of the short blade against the soft chest that was slightly undulating with her breath.

She closed her eyes in pain and tightly, and crystal tears as bright as jade fell on the corners of her eyes.

Her little hand exerted a little force, and the sharp and cold dagger pierced into her heart. The bright red blood flowed out along the silver-cold blade, dyeing the little hand.

Xueer's body was trembling.

Her eyebrows were frowned deeply, and she was indescribable. Her teeth bit her red lips, and blood flowed from the corners of her lips.

She opened her pity eyes, and with her trembling hands, she picked up the empty glass bowl on the table, and gently placed it under the short-blade dagger. The blood in her heart dripped along the cold dagger's body,

Dropped into the glass jade bowl.

Xueer smiled again, which was an indescribable smile.

She seemed to see Brother Changfeng's sober face from the blood dripping into the glass jade bowl.

So the little hand holding the dagger covered with Wen Wen's blood trembled and forced again.

The dagger cut a hole in his heart. This knife stabbed very deeply, and this knife stabbed the heart.

Xueer fainted.

But her hand was still holding the glass jade bowl tightly, and the blood in her heart did not spill.

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This snowy night is very long.

Wuxiang Daozong went down the mountain alone on a snowy night and seriously injured Yan Bailou. Then he entered Tiandong at the snowy night and conferred the eight hundred sects of Tiandong. When he returned to Bodhi Academy, there was no light on this long snowy night.

So in the middle of the night, he crushed thirty-five lotus petals and waited by the medicine stove to make a bowl of soup.

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Before I knew it, an hour passed, and in front of the lonely lamp in the Bodhi Garden, the sleeping figure woke up weakly.

Xue'er's face was as pale as paper, and Xue'er's eyes were dim and dull.

But she still held a dagger in her right hand.

She was still holding the glass jade bowl in her left hand.

The blood in my heart was already full of jade bowls, and the clothes of the academy had been soaked with the pain.

Her thin body was cold.

The passion in her heart was already cold.

She woke up from heartache and fainted. After waking up, she took a heart-protecting pill prepared by Dean Zhuang for her, and then she cut her heart off with another knife.

She turned her whole heart into two halves!

She fainted again!

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This snowy night is very long.

It's almost longer than the life of some people.

Luo Changfeng lay quietly in the room.

There was a blue smoke floating in the room, which was a soul-sustaining fragrance that Dean Zhuang tried every means to get.

Wuxiang Dao Sect has finished boiling the medicine.

Huangfu Yi sat on the edge of Luo Changfeng's bed with the medicine soup made from thirty-five lotus petals.

The tightly covered door was gently pushed open by Dean Zhuang. Behind Dean Zhuang, a thin and blood-covered figure walked over.

Xueer held a warm glass jade bowl in her hands, and the jade bowl was covered.

There is not only her heart in that bowl, but half of her heart in that bowl.

She held her heart in both hands and handed her heart to the sleepy person.

She had actually given her heart to that person, when she first met and hugged each other.

She fell down.

She hopes that the person can wake up, regardless of whether she can wake up or not…