[69 Book Bar - www.] The cold wind blew in the Bingqing Pavilion. Beiming Lingyun was wearing luxurious purple clothes and flying ink hair. He put his arms around Sima Yiqing's slender waist and protected her in his arms.

"Beiming Lingyun, what do you mean?" Leng Wuxin looked directly at Beiming Lingyun, a quiet spring, with a stormy anger in his dark eyes, and asked coldly.

"I'm sorry, Wu Xin, she can't die now." Beiming Lingyun's eyes flashed slightly and he said apologetically.

"Hahaha."

Leng Wuxin raised her head and laughed wildly again, the laughter was full of sarcasm and sadness. She lowered her head slightly and looked at Beiming Lingyun again, her eyes were as cold as ice and snow, without any warmth.

"What if I must kill Sima Yiqing today to avenge Xue Wu?"

"I will protect her to the death."

Beiming Lingyun pondered for a moment and said firmly. He didn't want to be an enemy of Leng Wuxin, but there was no other way. He wanted to sit on the throne of the Crown Prince of Xianyue Kingdom as soon as possible. He needed the support of Tianlan Kingdom and Sima Yiqing.

of help.

"It's really a deep love between husband and wife."

With a cold taunt, Leng Wuxin moved and attacked as fast as lightning.

Beiming Lingyun and Sima Yiqing fluttered, and quickly retreated backwards.

Invisible murderous aura burst out, and Leng Wuxin wanted to attack again, but Feng Xiye held him back and whispered a reminder into her ear.

"Xin'er, a little impatience will ruin a big plan. Don't forget that we still need the help of Beiming Lingyun before we can enter the palace and steal the fragments of He's wall."

As soon as she said this, Leng Wuxin stopped attacking instantly. She had already lost Xue Wu. She didn't want to lose her mother again, so she had to find the four fragments of He's wall as soon as possible.

"Sima Yiqing, for the sake of Beiming Lingyun, I will let you go temporarily. I will definitely take your life in the future to sacrifice the spirit of Xue Wu in the sky." The cold words spat out, like the overlap of ice and snow, extremely cold.

Although he didn't know what Feng Xiye said to Leng Wuxin just now, which made her temporarily change her mind, Beiming Lingyun still breathed a sigh of relief and cast grateful eyes towards Feng Xiye. He really didn't want to be with Leng Wuxin.

Not interested in taking action.

The cold wind was still there. After Leng Wuxin finished speaking, with a thought, the purple light turned into a three-foot long whip. With a strong internal force, he swung the whip away, and the bronze tripod in the Bingqing Courtyard instantly cracked from the middle.

Divided into two.

The four poisons fell out one after another, crawling around in the yard and escaping.

Leng Wuxin shook her long whip, and rolled up Xuewu, who was beyond recognition and bleeding from all her orifices, and headed towards the Yixinyuan where she lived. Her shining eyes were filled with sadness.

After returning to Yixinyuan, Leng Wuxin ordered someone to fetch a bucket of water, washed Xue Wu's body with gloves, and put her into a set of clean clothes.

After everything was done, Feng Xiye, dressed in white as snow, elegant and holy, stood outside the door and knocked on the door.

"Xin'er, the carriage is ready."

Leng Wuxin opened the door, and held Xue Wu, who was cold and black and purple, with heavy steps, and walked out of the gate of Prince Yun's Mansion. Feng Xiye followed silently.

There was a carriage parked at the gate of Prince Yun's Mansion. Beiming Lingyun stood beside the carriage with a guilty look on his face. When he saw Leng Wuxin walking out with a sad face, his heart ached. He went up to greet him, wanting to say a few words of comfort.

But when he received Leng Wuxin's gaze that was as cold as ice and snow, he opened his mouth and finally uttered only two words.

"Condolences."

No one answered.

Leng Wuxin walked past Beiming Lingyun indifferently, and got into the carriage with the cold Xue Wu in his arms. Feng Xiye sat in front of the carriage and drove the carriage out of the city herself.

Along the riverside on the outskirts of Moon City, the once green grassland was now withered and yellow, and very desolate.

Bing and Hua Wuxie had already set up a long firewood pile with dry firewood by Feng Xiye's instructions.

Leng Wuxin carried the stiff Xue Wu towards the pile of firewood, which was more than half a meter high, and gently placed Xue Wu on it. Tears flashed in her eyes.

"Xin'er, don't be sad, let's send Xue Wu on her way."

Feng Xiye came over at night, holding a lit torch in her hand and comforting her softly.

Leng Wuxin raised her head, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed down her sad mood. She reached out and took the torch from Feng Xiye's hand, and threw it towards the pile of firewood.

In early winter when the weather was dry and dry, the wind howled by the river and the pile of dry firewood burned quickly. Xue Wu's body was quickly swallowed up by the fire.

The fire burned for three days and three nights before it stopped.

For three days and three nights, Leng Wuxin did not eat or drink, and stood silently by the fire. There was only peace in her eyes, and she was so calm that there was no wave. Her whole body was terrifyingly quiet. She watched the fire swallow it up bit by bit.

He held Xue Wu's body and burned it to ashes bit by bit.

The wind stopped and the fire was extinguished.

Leng Wuxin held an urn carved from ivory white jade in one hand while carefully collecting Xue Wu's ashes.

"Xue Wu, you like the water in Tianxue Pond the most. You always nag in front of me, saying that the water in Tianxue Pond is so clear and cool. It is the purest and clearest water in the world. If you can stay in Tianxue Pond every day,

Just soak it once and you'll be fine. When I take you back to the Snow Clan, I will scatter your ashes in the Tianxue Pond so that you can soak in the Tianxue Pond all the time and feel the cool water of the Tianxue Pond.

"

An hour later, the sky gradually darkened.

After collecting Xue Wu's ashes, Leng Wuxin stood up. She stood up too quickly. After not eating or drinking for three days, she suddenly felt dizzy. The surrounding scenery was spinning in front of her eyes. Her eyes were blurred, and she held Xue Wu's ashes in her hand.

The urn fell backwards.

"Xin'er."

Feng Xiye shouted anxiously. She came to Leng Wuxin's side as fast as lightning, holding her with one hand and holding the urn she was hugging tightly with the other to prevent it from falling.

"Bing." Feng Xiye looked towards Bing, who immediately came over and took the urn.

Hua Wuxie, who was dressed in Tsing Yi, also came over quickly, put three fingers on the fainted Leng Wu's heart, and said slowly: "It's okay. The saint is just tired and sad, and she added

She will faint after not eating or drinking for three days. Go back and let her have a good sleep and she will be fine."

Hua Wuxie's words made Feng Xiye and Bing feel relieved.

The cold wind whistles, and the leaves fall in the lonely wind.

The carriage ran leisurely towards the city.

When the carriage stopped outside the gate of Prince Yun's Mansion, Leng Wuxin was still asleep. Feng Xiye carried her all the way to Yixinyuan. He gently placed her on the bed, covered her with the brocade quilt, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt.

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Feng Xiye moved a chair and sat beside the bed, stroking Leng Wuxin's cheek. In just three days, her face had a tired look and she lost a lot of weight, and a trace of heartache slipped through her eyes.

"Xue Wu, Xue Wu, don't go." Leng Wuxin suddenly murmured a few words on the bed, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

Feng Xiye raised her hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, held her hand, and spoke softly into her ear.
Chapter completed!