There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Nie Bo stood silent, with uncontrollable fear in his heart.

There was a slight sound of cloth rubbing behind him, and Nie Qing had already walked slowly to the ice coffin.

She looked at Wu Feng lying in the ice coffin, a strange look flashed in her eyes, and she continued after a while, "Aren't you weird? I knew who killed him, but I never heard of it after I came back." Don't ask... I like him so much, how could I not want to avenge him?"

Nie Qing's voice was full of resentment and viciousness, and Nie Bo couldn't help trembling slightly when he heard it.

"But I can't. It's because I love him so much that I have to force myself to forget what happened, who killed him..."

Her gaze finally turned to Nie Bo's face, as if there was a sharp sword in her eyes, it seemed that she wanted to kill him thousands of times.

Without giving Nie Bo a chance to speak, Nie Qing spoke again viciously: "But I won't make it easy for you! Why is that person you? No one can hurt him except you!"

The more Nie Bo listened, the more confused he became, but some terrible thoughts were coming out of his mind, which made him tremble more and more uncontrollably.

But Nie Qing turned his head to look at the person in the ice coffin, and smiled sadly: "The Wu family has too many grievances, passed down to this generation, and only he and his younger brother are left. In order not to let the younger brother get involved in the Jianghu In the boring disputes, he decided to bear all the grievances by himself, and sent his 12-year-old brother to another family to live temporarily. In order to protect his brother, until the last moment of his life, he let me Burn everything on Feixue Rock, so that no one will know that secret again."

Nie Bo looked at her with some horror, his mind was muddled, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Nie Qing looked at Wu Feng with an obsessive look in her eyes. She gently put her hands on the ice coffin, ignoring the temperature that could freeze herself to death, and gently caressed the ice coffin.

"He didn't expect me to love him so much that I wanted to know everything about him. So I went into his log cabin and saw the diary he'd kept over the years and knew everything...he was such a fool , Before that moment, he didn't even know whether his younger brother was still alive. Because as early as nine years ago, his younger brother left the family where he was staying temporarily because he missed him, and he has never been seen since then."

Nie Bo wanted to cover his ears so that her cold voice would stop pouring in mercilessly.

Every time he saw Wu Feng, the inexplicable familiar feeling that would well up in his heart had already put the answer in front of his eyes.

However, thinking back on the terrible things he had done, he would rather never know the truth and be an ignorant person forever.

Nie Qing was right, she really didn't want him to have a hard time.

So what happened today can be said to have been premeditated.

She wished that he could break into this secret icehouse, and at the same time see through her hidden secrets, it would also cause his own heart to be severely pierced.

Nie Qing turned his gaze to Nie Bo again, his eyes were cold, with a trace of gloating malice, and he said indifferently: "Wu Feng has a unique technique created by himself, a sure-fire move. Once used, no one can stop it. He once passed it on to his younger brother, and the name of this move came from their brother. Wu Feng, his younger brother, is called Wu Bo. Sigh...he knew that if he fought back then, the one who died would die The person is definitely not him, but he still didn't make up his mind in the end. It's too stupid, isn't it?"

Nie Bo's body was chilled intermittently, and he couldn't say anything. He could only stare blankly at the handsome face of the young man in white in the ice coffin.

The name "Wu Bo" crashed into his mind suddenly, like a curse, suddenly brought back distant memories.

His head suddenly started to hurt violently again, as if he had returned to that day many years ago, when he was in a panic to see his brother earlier, he accidentally fell off a high cliff, and hit his head heavily on a big tree. On the tree, the heart aches.

He finally remembered, after so many things.

Nie Bo looked at his brother's face in shock.

His lips still seem so soft, but he can no longer speak to him; his smile is still faintly reflected on his lips, but he can no longer teach him how to practice sword.

And it was none other than himself that caused all this.

Nie Bo, no, Wu Bo, he backed away slowly, as if he wanted to escape from everything he was facing, until there was no way to retreat, his back was tightly pressed against the ice behind him, and there was a feeling of coldness piercing his heart. chill.

It was only then that he recalled his brother's faint smile when he was dying, his eyes were full of joy and sadness, but he was too stupid to see it at the time.

Nie Qing no longer paid attention to him, but gently pressed her face against the ice coffin, with a strange gentle look on her face, as if she was stroking her lover.

Nie Bo looked at them, one was his dearest person, the other was his favorite person, separated by yin and yang, this scene looked extremely weird to his eyes, he was afraid and sad in his heart, but he was powerless to go. Prevent.

In a haze, he seemed to hear the voice in the dream again: "Xiao Bo, don't use this trick unless you have to. If you use it, don't regret it."

For the first time in his life, he used this decisive move for his beloved woman.

But this one and only time was enough to make him regret it for the rest of his life.

Wu Bo felt that he could no longer see the world clearly, and it was even more difficult to face the people and things of the Nie family.

He staggered back a few steps, finally couldn't bear such a stimulus, turned around and pushed open the iron door, and fled in despair.

The dull and loud sound of the iron door slamming shut reverberated in the ice room, but Nie Qing showed a soft and infatuated smile on his face, and said softly: "Now, finally, only you and me are left..."

Maybe already insane?

Whether it is love or hate, it has long been frozen in memory, and she will spend her whole life remembering and paying homage to her.

I just hope that no one will break the tranquility she has carefully preserved.

Who played that beautiful tune in the dream again?

He stood on the bow of the boat, the snow fell like a feather in the cold wind, and the sound of the flute was clear.

Suddenly, I was surprised to see a light boat passing by, swiftly and silently, and the people in the boat were rustling in white clothes, free and easy.

At a glance, he has already deeply imprinted the figure of the people in the boat in his mind, as well as the nameless flute.

Who exactly?That handsome young man.

Why did just one glance make him so unforgettable, and why did it bring him an indescribably familiar feeling?

He looked into the distance with a sense of loss, but the figure of the boy in white had already gone away with the light boat, only the ethereal sound of the flute falling from the clouds remained.

Jun Mowen suddenly woke up from his sleep, and then he couldn't sleep again.