The mountain breeze blew through the flowers, and the fresh scent of grass and trees mixed with the soil passed through the scattered sunlight.

The blue sky also looks very interesting at this moment.

Jiang Niannian was carrying a small hoe and reclaiming a few acres of land, and then Shen Yu came over.

Shen Yu asked: "Why did you come so early today?"

Jiang Niannian didn't look up and continued to work hard: "It's easy to have wild thoughts when lying in bed, and it's too uncomfortable to sleep. It's better to go out and plant some flowers and plants or something."

Shen Yu blinked his eyelashes when he heard that, and looked down at her. Then he heard Jiang Niannian ask, "I've been too comfortable these days, either eating or sleeping. Is there any better way to lose weight? The kind that doesn't involve exercise or dieting?"

“Oh, yes.”

"What?"

"Amputation."

"..." Jiang Niannian glared at him, slowly buried the precious herbs in the basket into the soil, and asked calmly, "Have you discovered that I love you very much?"

Shen Yu was stunned for a moment. After listening to her words, he was a little uncertain. Finally, he said, "What do you mean?"

On the other side of the mirror, Yin Buqi felt a sharp pain in his chest. He frowned and looked at the picture in the mirror silently. His aura became colder and colder.

Jiang Nian Nian said: "It means literally."

Shen Yu was silent for a while, clenched and unclenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, shook his head and said, "No..."

"That's right." Jiang Niannian said with a smile: "After all..."

"What after all?"

Shen Yu looked at Jiang Niannian seriously. He had never expected anything like this before. He hoped that Jiang Niannian could continue talking.

"Father's love is silent."

Shen Yu: “…”

Yin Buqi: “…”

Shen Yu looked at her coldly and said with gritted teeth: "Jiang Niannian, do you believe that I will beat you to death with a hoe?"

"Oh." Jiang Niannian.

"Stop right there!"

Jiang Niannian ran while smiling and said, "Hey, be careful, don't step on the grass I just planted!"

As soon as the words fell, a breeze began to blow.

Yin Buqi was so fascinated by the scene that his heart skipped a beat.

In all his memories, he had never seen Jiang Niannian like this, so playful, so smart, like a carefree elf.

She is small in the floating mirror, with a small face and a small body.

She is so small, as if she will disappear soon.

Is she so happy without him?

But he couldn't bear to let go, couldn't bear to let go...

Yin Buqi raised his eyes coldly and waved his sleeves. The floating mirror was shaken by the majestic spiritual power and instantly turned into a pile of mist and dissipated.

His expression was gloomy, and the words "I want to kill people" were written all over his body.

"Someone come."

Even these two simple words can reveal the arrogance that disregards the worldly affairs and the coldness that keeps people at a distance.

"Young Master, what do you want?"

"Gather everyone to kill Liu Xichuan."

The assassin hesitated for a moment: "Young Master, there is still one month left until the day we planned..."

"I've changed my mind." Yin Buqi's eyes revealed a blood-red madness: "Liu Xichuan... has lived long enough."

…

At dusk.

There were long mountains in the distance, and the night wind was cold and blew up the dead leaves, which swirled to the ground.

The sky was dark, without a single star in sight, and a faint smell of blood could be smelled in the air.

"Strange, why is it so cold tonight in June?"

"I don't know." Another person rubbed the goose bumps on his hands and shuddered, "Let's finish our patrol and go back. I feel something is strange."

When the wind blows, there seems to be a sad and mournful sound, the remaining sound is few and endless -

"It's time to pay back the life I owe to others."

There was a flash of white light, and the heads of those people fell to the ground.

Liu Xichuan walked into a secret room in a bedroom and placed the jade token into the center of the forbidden formation.

A white light flashed, and the barrier quickly formed, sealing the outer door of the secret room.

He was just about to meditate to heal his wounds when suddenly a flash of cold light came by, extremely sharp, and broke the silence with a whistling sword wind.

Liu Xichuan was greatly shocked and dodged to the side swiftly. He picked up his sword, poured all his spiritual power into it, and chopped at the long sword. Like lightning, he hit the sword hard, but he was blown away and hit the wall.

Liu Xichuan's face turned pale, and cold sweats streamed down his face. He touched his neck with a lingering fear and asked, "Who is coming?"

The barrier of the secret room was forcibly broken, and a person walked out from the darkness.

The man was wearing a black robe with gold thread. The red mark between his eyebrows looked even more dazzling in the darkness. His pupils were red, as if he was a different person.

He stretched out his hand, and the scarlet black iron sword returned to his hand.

"It's you?!" Liu Xichuan's pupils shrank sharply, and then he revealed a malicious expression: "Well, it saves me from looking for you."

Yin Buqi didn't take it seriously and played with the long sword in his hand: "Really?"

As he spoke, his eyes flashed and the scarlet sword stabbed forward like lightning.

It was difficult to fight in the secret room. After dozens of rounds, Liu Xichuan and Yin Buqi were both injured, but Liu Xichuan was clearly at a disadvantage.

He took a few steps back, unable to suppress his anger and spitting out blood: "It's only been a month, how come you've already reached the Mahayana stage?!"

"You are indeed a nuisance."

"Only disaster can improve one's cultivation so quickly!"

Yin Buqi smiled wickedly and said, "I know you are stalling for time, but unfortunately, no one will come to help you."

Liu Xichuan cast a hateful gaze at Yin Buqi, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to spit out all the dirt in his body: "What... do you mean?"

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a loud explosion, and broken stones and tiles flew everywhere. Yin Buqi quickly raised his sword and flew into the air, turning over like a crane.

"Young Master, I am late in coming to your rescue."

Countless Nine-Tailed Fox tribe members stood in the sky.

"Hahahahaha! Not late! Not late at all!" Yin Buqi laughed loudly, looking down at the river of blood below, his black hair and black clothes fluttering. He pointed at Liu Xichuan, whose eyes were bloodshot, and said, "Liu Xichuan, do you know why I killed you last?"

Liu Xichuan looked at the corpses lying all around him on the ground.

The surrendered monks were standing on the opposite side and looking at him with pity, but most of them were killed before they could surrender. Blood flowed like a river and the land was filled with grief.

"Yin Buqi, you lunatic!" Liu Xichuan's robes were already soaked in blood. He roared, "You actually bloodbathed Rimu Li! You will not die a good death!"

Yin Buqi asked him coldly, "Where are the bodies of Yin Ci and Wen Shili? I want to take them back."

Yin Buqi's smile was full of malice, which made Liu Xichuan feel cold all over. He kept repeating the same thought in his mind: It's over, it's really over this time.

Suddenly, he laughed, and his laughter was evil: "If I don't tell you, Yin Buqi, you dare not kill me. If you kill me, no one in the world will tell you anymore!"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Yin Buqi only raised his eyebrows and said, "Master Liu, have you forgotten that there is a magic in this world called soul searching?"

Liu Xichuan's voice became extremely shrill because of anger: "Yin Buqi, you are so cruel! I curse you, everyone you care about died because of you hahahaha... ugh!"

Yin Buqi's hand, which was playing with the long sword, paused for a moment, and the sharp blade cut his finger, and a drop of bright red blood slid down the sword.

The next second, the long sword in his hand pierced Liu Xichuan's throat. He was caught off guard and died with his eyes open.

"Noisy."