After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

He turned around and took out his spear from the weapon rack, pointing it directly to the east:

"When the previous dynasty was in turmoil, my late husband once held the sword to protect our country from being invaded by foreign tribes. When this sword is drawn again, what I am thinking is that no one has ever protected my late husband."

"My husband has passed away, and now there is no one to take care of me."

Looking in the direction of the spear, Shen Jinmo understood Wu Cixiu's last wish.

As a woman, no matter how outstanding Han Shu was, she could not escape the imperial decree of marriage and eventually married into the royal family.

Now, the young general who has distinguished himself on the border may become a source of anxiety for the king because of his background, his abilities, and his prestige in the army.

Daxia is a land of vast mountains and rivers with abundant resources and a prosperous people. There are many small and poor countries around it. If we lose this person who protects the family, the country will be afraid of falling apart?

A thousand troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find.

Wu Cixiu wanted to protect the young general who still could not handle power with ease and thus save his life in the conspiracy and intrigue of power.

The sword, which was not in his hand, and Wu Cixiu's spear overlapped again in the air, hitting from the main courtyard to the eaves, and then from the eaves back to the study.

Shen Jinmo was injured, and Wu Cixiu's white shirt had already been soaked into bright red by the tiny wounds.

The moment the spear stabbed towards Shen Jinmo's neck, Shen Jinmo quickly took out his sword to block it.

The spear sunk into the ground, but the sword had already broken open Wu Cixiu's chest.

Using his last breath of strength to move the sword out of his body, the old man smiled with tears in his eyes, telling his disciple:

Don't be afraid.

No matter how bleak the road ahead is, don't be afraid.

The posture of falling was not awkward. Wu Cixiu looked at Zhong Qingshan through the window.

The voice was very soft, so soft that only Shen Jinmo could hear it clearly.

"As for my late husband's last wish, I can only wait until the day of Xiao Mo's family sacrifice to inform me."

At this moment, Shen Jinmo had lost all five senses. His fragility overwhelmed his fierceness. He stared at the place where blood was constantly gushing out of Wu Cixiu's chest.

Obviously, there was not even a bloody hole left.

However, it was too late to save the situation.

Wu Cixiu used up his last bit of strength to stop the gushing blood with his hands.

He knows it.

His disciples have always hated blood.

The old man couldn't let his blood stain every step his little Mo took forward.

Shen Jinmo closed his eyes and his black boots turned red.

Masochistically following the increasingly faint sound of blood gushing out, he carried the old man on the ground to the couch, placing him where he could see Zhongqing Mountain when he opened his eyes.

The jewel on his waist turned red, the silver bamboo on his shoulders turned red, and every part of Shen Jinmo that was hidden from the public had already been soaked in Wu Cixiu's blood.

The face that Shen Jinmo showed in front of people was so clean that there was not a single blush on it.

But the bright red flowing in his body from then on was half of Wu Cixiu's.

Shen Jinmo is getting further away from being himself.

Wu Cixiu lay in Shen Jinmo's arms and stretched his hands forward. When the corners of his mouth showed the last curve, his hands dropped heavily.

His husband came to take him home.

The door of the study was kicked open from the outside. Ah Shun, covered in blood, was holding a spear, and his eyes could only see the little ball nestled in Shen Jinmo's arms.

The spear pointed directly at Shen Jinmo, and the moment he saw the sword in Shen Jinmo's hand clearly, the spear fell to the ground.

After taking Wu Cixiu away from Shen Jinmo's arms, Ah Shun hugged his little master tightly.

He was unable to bring the living young master to Zhongqing Mountain where the master was guarding him.

He is Ah Shun and useless.

A suppressed and suffocated cry sounded behind Shen Jinmo, and Shen Jinmo picked up the long whip on the table with a cold expression.

Holding the sword pulled out from Wu Cixiu's chest in one hand and the snake-skin whip in the other, he walked forward alone on the long street before the morning light.

There is no one beside me, no one behind me, and no one in front of me.

But the noisy sound inside Shen Jinmo's head was as if thousands of troops were coming towards him.

Those people all died because of him, Shen Jinmo.

And today, one more person died for Shen Jinmo.

Looking up at where the morning star was, Shen Jinmo walked towards that bright place, but could not see a single light.

The meridians in the body were surging, but when they gathered at the chest, they stagnated.

Shen Jinmo is so tired.

This road is so desperate and suffocating.

Shen Jinmo wanted to turn back.

But Shen Jinmo had no chance to turn back.

A lantern flashed in front, and a thin figure came towards Shen Jinmo.

Life appeared in his withered eyes, and Shen Jinmo pounced towards the figure, but missed.

Xie Nanxing did not come to pick him up home.

Because not only did he fail to keep the people Xie Nanxing wanted to keep, he also killed the people Xie Nanxing wanted to keep with his own hands.

Shen Jinmo killed Wu Cixiu with his own hands.

Shen Jinmo wants to go home.

Shen Jinmo was afraid that he would not be able to return home.

The sun rose from the horizon, and Shen Jinmo stood a hundred feet away from the main gate of Xie Mansion with a sword in hand.

His whole body was burning hot and frozen by the winter. Every inch of the texture of Shen Jinmo's clothes recorded every moment of Wu Cixiu's last breath in his arms.

Before Shen Jinmo could hesitate, the door of the mansion was opened from the inside, and Xie Nanxing, wearing a cloak and holding a lantern in his hand, ran towards Shen Jinmo.

Although the morning light was bright, it was not pleasing to Shen Jinmo's eyes.

The lantern seemed to be nothing, but it was the only light in Shen Jinmo's eyes.

Putting his hand into Shen Jinmo's blood-stained palm, Xie Nanxing shook Shen Jinmo's hand.

"Shen Jinmo, I'm here to take you home."

"Xie Nanxing, do you still want me?"

Xie Nanxing stood in front of Shen Jinmo and raised her head, holding Shen Jinmo's face with both hands: "Shen Jinmo, I want you."

"Xie Nanxing, the master is dead, do you still want me?"

"Shen Jinmo, I want you."

"Xie Nanxing, I killed the master myself, do you still want me?"

The hand holding Shen Jinmo's cheek suddenly tightened.

Xie Nanxing's tears were sour and bitter.

Tick-tick-tick.

This imperial power is so cruel to her husband.

Shen Jinmo raised the blood-stained sword in his hand and stared into Xie Nanxing's eyes: "Xie Nanxing, I killed the master with this sword."

"Xie Nanxing, the man holding the sword was trying to protect the Master."

"Xie Nanxing, I, holding this sword, killed the master."

"Xie Nanxing, do you still want me?"

"need."

Raising his hand, he smoothed the wrinkles between Shen Jinmo's brows one by one. Xie Nanxing spoke in a very gentle and firm manner.

"Shen Jinmo, I want yours, and I will always want yours."

"Even if you destroy the world, I will still want you."

"Even if you hold a sword and kill me one day, I will still want you."

Xie Nanxing will shoulder the blood debt that comes from the pressure of imperial power together with Shen Jinmo.

He said again: "Husband, go home!"

"will not."

I finally felt a little relieved, but the issue was brought up again.

Shen Jinmo picked up Xie Nanxing and walked towards home.

As long as Xie Nanxing still wants him, he will have a home.

"Good boy, no."

"Don't be so cruel to me, dear."