The young master has magical powers

The broken knife cut off half of his hair. If, if he raised his head a little more, his head would be chopped off.

And Xue Huan was lying on the ground, clutching his waist, bleeding a lot.

And the broken knife in the blood seemed to be some kind of bug, sucking the blood.

Xue Huan's face was very pale, that sword was not light at all, and he fell from above again, even if he survived, the blood would be sucked clean by the broken knife.

Que silently walked in front of Xuehuan: "You are not Xuehuan." He pointed it out calmly.

Now, seeing his face clearly, the Xue Huan lying in a pool of blood is still very different from the Xue Huan he has seen before, but the expression between his eyebrows and eyes is still different.

Yan Zizai hugged Que silently, and asked, "Are you that fake guy?"

Xue Huan lay on the ground: "No, I am Xue Huan, whoever takes the broken knife is Xue Huan."

Xue Huan lay on the ground, weak: "Fortunately, I will not be Xue Huan soon."

Yan Zizai wanted to pick up the broken knife.

Yan Ziruo walked over rubbing his arms, limping, although he was being carried by someone, he was always suffering.

Yan Ziruo said: "Don't touch this knife, there is blood gu on this knife, if it is stained, it will really become blood fun."

Xue Huan lay on the ground and said with a chuckle: "So that's it. Fortunately, I was relieved soon. It seems that the more I die, the more I want to say. The person who looks exactly like him has been killed by Xue Huan It's strange. When that person died, Xue Huan seemed to go crazy... Then he was killed by a broken knife..."

These words were spoken intermittently, and everyone couldn't understand them. They only knew that Xue Huan was really dead...

"Ah, by the way, do you still remember Lord Hong?"

Master Hong?Who is Lord Hong?

Several people looked at each other.

Xue Huan shook his head helplessly: "I wanted to avenge him, but I didn't expect that no one would take him seriously. Forget it, we will be together when I die." After speaking, he reached out to touch the broken knife.

Soon, the blood on Xuehuan's body was sucked dry by the broken knife...

This scene is really...

In the end, only this broken knife was left.

Que Wusheng suddenly said: "Master Hong, he is the boss of the Red Pavilion, then he is..."

It was the little boy who liked Master Hong, so he didn't die, but was taken away by Xuehuan, so he was always by Xuehuan's side, he must have suffered a lot...

Que silently said this, and Yan Zizai and his brothers seemed to remember that there seemed to be such a little boy.It's just that I didn't expect so many changes.

Yan Zizai said softly: "It should be like what Ah Ruo said, the Gu in the knife propped up the flesh and blood in the human body, and then transformed it into the shape it wants to transform... It's just that the time for this blood joy may be too short..."

Looking at the knife again: "Ah Ruo, how do you get this knife?"

"How to do what?" Yan Ziruo was still looking at the broken knife curiously, but didn't touch it with his hand.

"I repaired this knife with the Rock of the Extreme Peak. Now that the mountain is on fire, I'm afraid I won't be able to climb the mountain for a while." Magpie explained silently.

It turns out that everything is really this knife, and it should not be like this before the knife is broken.

Que silently remembered the first Xue Huan, at that time Xue Huan also looked cold and bloody, but it was never like this.

Otherwise, if Xue Huan really likes to abuse little boys, why wait for him for ten years?Wait until now to start?

Yan Ziruo said in surprise: "The rock of the extreme peak!" He was about to say something, but was stopped by Yan Zizai's eyes, fortunately Que Wusheng didn't pay attention to this.

Que Wusheng only asked, "What should we do next?"

Yan Ziruo pouted his chin: "Let me think about what to do first."

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Xue Huan died, half of the ghost faction's people died, and the mysterious left guardian did not come, and the Tongque Terrace became leaderless again.

Granny Jinhua simply entrusted these people to Yan Zizai, since they belonged to the Yan family anyway.Then he ran away inexplicably, probably because he heard about Yan Junjun again.

That's good too, so as not to disturb Yan Ziruo's medicine refining.

Ever since Yan Ziruo knew that the broken knife was the Rock of the Extreme Peak, he felt very strange, but he didn't have time to study it.

Just carefully put the broken knife on the shelf of the small stove, and then put the small pot on top of the broken knife. The strange thing is that the ice on the small pot melted and did not explode.

No, to be precise, the jar burst, but the extreme sea grass and the extreme cold ice inside the jar are fine...

Yes, nothing happened. It turned out that the extremely cold ice was not ice, it should be said to be some kind of stone.

Yan Ziruo said that as long as ninety-nine and eighty-one days pass, the grass of the extreme sea absorbs the extremely cold ice, the rock of the extreme peak on the broken knife, and the charcoal of the extreme flame in the fire, and the medicine primer will become a medicine. , plus a few other medicines, drink it every nine days for three years to ensure a complete transformation.

However, Yan Zizai was always worried, could the Gu on the broken knife be eaten?

Unexpectedly, Yan Ziruo did not speak, but Que Wusheng did: "I can drink..."

Now he has been listening to the broken knife crying loudly: Don't burn it, it hurts so much...

The broken knife was slowly ticking and bleeding, Yan Ziruo said that the blood gu died, and only the fire from the extreme flame charcoal could burn the blood gu.

Que Wusheng is much better, as long as he sits next to the medicine stove, nothing will happen.

Que looked at the blood ticking silently, and asked, "Ah Ruo, is this peak rock a blood gu?" Did he turn the broken knife into a murderer...

"Eh..." Yan Ziruo didn't know what to say, so he just looked at Yan Zizai.

Yan Zizai waved his hand, but Yan Ziruo left quietly without saying anything.

That's what Yan Ziruo guessed when he knew that the broken knife was repaired by the Rock of the Extreme Peak.

Yan Zizai looked at the small flame in the stove. The flame burned by the charcoal of Jiyan was very small, but it would not go out. When it rained and there was strong wind, it seemed to be gone.

But in a blink of an eye, the flames became bigger and blue. Although it was fire, it made people feel cold.

Yan Zizai didn't comfort Que Wusheng, but asked, "When you first met Xuehuan, what was he like?"

Que silently looked into the distance, and said slowly: "It's been over ten years, I can't remember clearly."

"However, when you took a look at that Xuehuan just now, you knew it wasn't the previous Xuehuan." Yan Zizai pointed out the problem at once.

Que silently looked at Yan Zizai, thought for a while, and then said, "Yes, it's different. Xuehuan didn't seem to be called Xuehuan before, and it seems to have told me, but I don't remember."

There was some guilt in the voice, "In the past, I only had weapons in my eyes, and I rarely paid attention to what people outside were like. The first impression I had of Xuehuan was probably the knife.

He is also very good with that knife.The first time I saw Broken Knife, I felt cold and murderous. It was indeed a good knife, but it would be a pity if it broke.Then I found a stone..."

Que Wusheng's voice was flat, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

Que sighed silently: "Afterwards, he came to Tongque Terrace every year, and I have a little impression of him. He is probably a serious person. Actually, I can't hear him. Maybe he talked to me from the beginning. But I didn't pay attention to it, so I stopped talking to me."

Yan Zizai held Que Wusheng's hand, Que Wusheng's hand was cold and trembling.

Que laughed softly and said, "I don't know what's wrong. Although he is a bad guy, he deserves to die, but I feel a little sad. If I hadn't repaired the knife, or I found something wrong earlier..."

In the past, Que Wusheng never cared about these things. He didn't care who lived and who died. I don't know when he started to care about the people around him...

Yan Zizai thought for a while, and said, "I think he probably knew you couldn't hear him a long time ago." Yan Zizai didn't care that Xuehuan had a special place in Que Wusheng's heart.

It is said that the dead cannot compete with the dead, but in fact the dead cannot compete with the living.

Que paused silently, and looked at Yan Zizai in surprise without saying a word.

Yan Zizai couldn't help laughing seeing him like that: "It seems that you never knew."

Que Wusheng couldn't help but clenched his fists fiercely: "I'm so slow! So he has already seen it! No wonder..." No wonder he hardly spoke, just quietly watching him repairing weapons.

Yan Zizai continued to ask: "What if, if you knew that he could see it, what would happen to you? What would happen to you at that time?"

Que silently tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally sighed: "At that time, I probably knew it, and I wouldn't do anything."

Yan Zizai nodded: "He appeared at the wrong time."

So Yan Zizai was not worried about what Que Wusheng would think, and Yan Zizai didn't feel sorry for Xue Huan. He was backlashed by his own weapon, so he was not strong enough after all.

In the end, Xue Huan might find that something was wrong with him, otherwise he wouldn't only come to Tongque Terrace once a year.

Xue Huan's character may wait for a few years to be silent, but it won't happen if he waits for more than ten years.

Yan Zizai smiled and said, "Ah Que, don't think too much. The grass of the extreme sea, the charcoal of the flames, the ice of the extreme cold and the rock of the extreme peak, these names are all misleading, saying that they are grass, charcoal, and ice, but You have also seen that they are not, maybe they are just like.

A rock is not necessarily a stone, I think it is probably a bug, or a bug nest.

In fact, the broken knife itself was covered with a lot of blood, so when the peak rock became a knife, it changed its nature.It's not clear who hurt who.Don't be a fool.This has nothing to do with you. "

Que silently thought about it carefully, and what Yan Zizai said made sense, but he had to be careful when repairing weapons in the future.

Que Wusheng also stared at the little flame in front of him, and suddenly asked: "Zi Zi, aren't you jealous?"

"Eat. But, it is me who is by your side now. Everything depends on the present and the future. Ah Que, I am happy with you, so I hope you are happy. If Xuehuan is still alive, if your heart is happy, Xuehuan , then I will..."

Que Wusheng was still a little blushing at what he said earlier, but after what he said, Que Wusheng was a little curious. If so, would Yan Zizai kill Xuehuan or what?