The wind in Qingjue Mountain was so cold today that it chilled me to my bones at the slightest touch.

Yu Zhao was kneeling on the ground, her lips were chapped and dull, a bit paler than the snow. Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Zhi, refusing to move.

The man looked at her condescendingly, with seemingly no emotion in his eyes.

Yu Zhaowu smiled to herself. This person was her master. The master who rescued her from the devil's cave ten years ago. The master who had personally provided her with everything she needed since she entered the mountain. He grew up with her and taught her how to practice.

's Master.

But now, the person who loved and protected her in every possible way turned against her and cut off all twelve meridians in her body, cutting off the vitality of her internal organs, regardless of her panic.

Yu Zhao was covered in blood and stared at Jiang Zhi with splitting eyes. Her voice was no longer soft as before, but full of bitterness and hoarseness: "Master, what mistake did Zhao Zhao make?"

The man was wearing a plain white robe, and his eyes fell on her with clear eyes. He turned his wrists, and the sound of skin and flesh tearing was heard. Yu Zhao clutched the cold snow with cold sweat on his head.

Her good master pierced her shoulder armor alive.

It hurts.

She gritted her teeth and looked expressionlessly at the blood flowing all over the floor, just like the peach blossoms that bloomed all over the mountains and plains when Master took her home.

So hot.

"Master... Zhaozhao has to die, right?"

The man finally opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't say it to her.

She watched helplessly as Jiang Zhi wiped away the blood-stained broken love, and a voice as cold as jade hitting each other sounded: "The criminal Yu Zhao, slaughtered thousands of spiritual lives in the world, has no repentance, and has no regard for the common people. His crime cannot be punished."

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Yu Zhao raised his head, his plain white robe rustling in the north wind.

She burst into laughter amid the fluttering clothes.

She didn't kill those more than a thousand people, she didn't commit an unforgivable crime, she didn't...

But Master won't believe it.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. She could only look at Jiang Zhi dumbly.

A man fell next to Yu Zhao, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times in the cold snow: "Uncle Jiang! I can testify! Yu Zhao has never done anything like that!"

Jiang Zhi frowned slightly, as if he didn't hear this sentence, and walked to Yu Zhao step by step, with no warmth in his eyes.

Under that gaze, Yu Zhao seemed to be in pain everywhere in her body. She reached out her hand and humbly grabbed Jiang Zhi's sleeve for the last time. Her meridians and bones were frozen, and only the warm blood was still flowing.

With her mouth watering, she said, "Master, it's not important at all, right?"

Jiang Zhi brushed her hand away and his voice became colder: "Yu Zhao."

Yu Zhao paused and looked into his eyes.

He clearly didn't say anything, but it seemed that he had said everything. His emotionless gaze froze her last warmth, and she smiled: "Zhao Zhao's life was picked up by Master from the devil's cave ten years ago.

Those who have returned, if Master wants it now, just return Zhao Zhao to Master."

She picked up the blood that had been condensed into ice on the ground. Her broken meridians were frantically urging out her spiritual power, consuming all the last bits of it. She pointed the blood ice at her heart and said, "Just treat Zhao Zhao as someone who has insulted Master's family tradition."

Bar."

As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to commit suicide.

But the bloody sword broke every inch, and Yu Zhao was stunned for a moment, hope igniting in his eyes.

Master doesn't want her to die, right?

She subconsciously looked at Jiang Zhi and smiled as softly as before: "Master..."

The second half of the words was not spoken. She lowered her head in astonishment and looked at the lifeless thing that had penetrated her heart.

She knelt down alone on Qingjue Mountain, as if she were making atonement, lying in the snow in the strong wind, covered up without a trace.

The bone-piercing pain drifted up and down along with his consciousness, seemingly floating in the sky.

Yu Zhao didn't know how much time had passed, but he only remembered that it suddenly became bright.

She opened her eyes in disbelief. The red luan curtain was inlaid with gold threads, and a big red word "Happy" was pasted on the wall. Yu Zhao's pupils shrank. The next second, all the memories poured in like a flood, hitting her.

My mind felt dizzy.

Before she could recover, a pair of arms were placed across her waist, followed by a hot breath. The hair on her body stood up, and she subconsciously opened the arm, trying to jump off the bed.

The next second, there was a pain in her wrist. Yu Zhao took a closer look and saw that there was a silver chain on her slender wrist. This chain locked her aura, making her no different from ordinary people.

Yu Zhao was so startled that he didn't even have time to digest the memory in his mind and turned his gaze to the person beside him.

The man raised his eyebrows lazily. He was dressed in red and looked sickly, but his face was surprisingly good-looking. However, the words coming out of his mouth made people upset: "What are you doing again?"

What tricks are you playing?"

Yu Zhao lowered his head and looked at himself. Sure enough, he was wearing the same wedding dress as him.

It's so pitiful that she had just been stabbed in the heart by the Master whom she trusted wholeheartedly. After opening her eyes inexplicably, she married a stranger.

Yu Zhao's mind felt tense for a while. The man seemed extremely tired and leaned on the bedside: "I'm tired. It's time for you to help me sleep."

When she heard this, Yu Zhao was furious. She had never said a few words to a boy except Jiang Zhi since she was a child. How had she ever heard such ambiguous words?

At this moment, the tips of his ears turned red. Before he could recover, the man untied the belt on his upper body, exposing a section of dazzling white skin. Yu Zhao closed his eyes suddenly.

Her actions probably pleased the man, a dull laugh sounded, and the man slightly lifted his lips: "Didn't you just beg me to come to my bed? Why are you pretending to be a chaste martyr now?"

Yu Zhao blushed fiercely, and he didn't know the details of this person. He was heartbroken. He closed his eyes and reached out his hand to help him unbutton his clothes.

But with his eyes closed and his hands unsure, he inadvertently touched the man's skin.

It's cold, not at all normal.

Yu Zhao paused his hand and subconsciously opened his eyes.

The man looked at him calmly, with no warmth in his eyes, but with a smile on his lips: "Is this how Mingyue Villa teaches you to treat your husband?"

Mingyue Villa?

Yu Zhao muttered in his heart, and the memories popped up in his mind.

The broken pictures formed an intermittent memory. The girl in the memory was always crying, kneeling on the ground and saying that she did not want to marry a sick man...

Yu Zhao raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief. Sick Yangzi... That will be easy to handle.

She showed a flattering smile, and the man's eyes paused for a moment, then smiled softly: "You know what I'm seeing."

Yu Zhao's ears were red, and she untied his clothes clumsily. The man looked at her red earlobes with great interest, and stretched out his fingers to pinch her earlobes. Yu Zhao shuddered, bit his lip tightly, and secretly cursed several times.
Chapter completed!