My nemesis begged me after my death

The tip of the sword rolled up ice and snow, wrapped in an extremely cold and sharp edge, and chopped down head-on.

Muturanya protected the people behind her, and an invisible barrier opened behind her. The edge of the sword energy swept over the thick snow and ice under her feet, cutting out a bottomless crack, which spread rapidly.

The barrier shattered.

It was just brushed by the sword wind.

When did Beihuang have such a powerful person? !Her icy vertical pupils stared fixedly at Xue Zhaowei, the young man sculpted from ice and snow was expressionless, with a kind of stern indifference.

Countless long snakes came out of the snow and surrounded her. Her throat made a low hoarse "hissing" sound, with a pause of three or five syllables, like some kind of mysterious and ancient language.

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This is the snake control language passed down by the "Spirit Snake" tribe.

Muturanya, as a high-status saint in the clan, learned how to control snakes on the snowy field since she was a child.They are the most loyal partners and the sharpest weapons on the snow field.

The long snakes twisted their bodies, walked on the snow, and approached Xue Zhaowei. They ignored the sword wind, like puppets without pain, allowing their bodies to be cut off, and continued to rush towards Xue Zhaowei one after another.

The violent wind blew up the hair of the snow-white saintess, and her snow-white hair fluttered in the wind. She raised her head to meet the falling sword's edge again.

"stop!"

A hurried voice sounded from far away, and within a moment, Xie Guici floated from far to near, and landed in the middle of the two people, slid back a few steps, and settled down with the edge of Xue Zhaowei's sword energy.

"It's all my own, don't fight."

Xue Zhaowei saw the person coming clearly, his eyes moved, and he withdrew his sword.

Xie Guici smiled wryly, he never thought that it would be such a coincidence that before it took much time, he ran into Xue Zhaowei fighting with someone, and the other party was also an acquaintance.

He turned his head to look at the saint of the spirit snake clan, Muturanya, who had deep eyebrows and a fairer complexion than ordinary people, looked at him.

"I recognize your breath, you have the breath of an acquaintance."

This time she switched to the common language of the Central Plains, but because she was not familiar enough, it was a bit difficult to speak.

Xue Zhaowei looked at Xie Guici.

Muturanya frowned and thought for a while, then called out a name in the language of the "Spirit Snake" tribe, which sounded like "Milanluo" in the syllables of the Central Plains.

Xie Guici knew that this name meant "moon". The customs of the Spirit Snake clan were too different from those of the Central Plains. They couldn't understand the name of Heyuejun Jiangdengnian, so they called him with the syllables of their own tribe.

Relying on Xue Zhaowei's incomprehension, Beihuang Shangtian Dao couldn't spy on and control him.Besides, it is difficult to find a suitable reason for denying it at this moment, Xie Guici nodded with a smile.

"Lan Ya, long time no see."

It is the language of the "Spirit Snake" family.

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I'm afraid that if he comes to Beihuang, his identity will not be concealed.

The Spirit Snake Clan recognizes people without looking at their appearance, and only uses their own secret method to identify breath.Therefore, neither Mutulanya nor the people behind her expressed any strangeness to Xie Guici's new face.

Mutulanya's expression relaxed a lot. She didn't know what Heyuejun Jiangdeng year meant, but "Milanluo" was a good friend of the "Spirit Snake" clan.For friends, the "Spirit Snake" family gives enough friendliness and enthusiasm.

"I heard from the original people that something happened to you—but the traces of life you left behind have not dissipated. I guessed that you didn't die. It just so happened that someone from my clan told me that I found your weapon at the end of the Moon River." She said and handed Xie Guici the box that she had been holding tightly, "I brought someone out to find it."

"Too bad it's broken."

Xie Guici opened it and saw that the sword body in the box was cold and clear, and it was broken into countless pieces. I don't know how the Spirit Snake Clan found it and put it back together again.

After the sword body was shattered, the spiritual power sealed in the sword overflowed everywhere, and it had all been disintegrated. Up to now, the whole sword looks dull.

He touched the blade of the sword, and when he touched those cracks, his mood suddenly dawned.

Xue Zhaowei kept watching his expression.

After explaining the important things, Muturanya looked at Xue Zhaowei again with a pair of orange-yellow snake-like vertical pupils.

Xie Guici explained aloud: "This is my friend. He saw you holding my sword in your hand, and thought you were the enemies who snatched my sword."

Hearing the explanation, Muturanya said: "Your friend acted too impulsively." But seeing that he couldn't tell who did it first, Muturanya decided not to care about it .

Her people were not harmed. Although many of the long snakes she raised had died because of Xue Zhaowei, these snakes could grow back soon.

But if one of her clansmen dies here today, even if Xue Zhaowei is Xie Guici's friend, it won't help.

Xie Guici also knew this in his heart, but fortunately there was no official fight, otherwise he really didn't know how it would end.He looked at Xue Zhaowei before explaining to him: "This one is a saint from the Spirit Snake Tribe. She and Heyue-jun are good friends. Mr. Cangxue must have misunderstood something earlier, right?"

Xue Zhao lowered his eyes slightly, and said to Mutulanya, "I'm sorry."

Mutulanya could understand some simple lingua franca of the Central Plains, nodded when she heard the words, and said something to Xie Guici.

Xie Guici showed a little surprised expression after hearing this.

"It's okay." Xie Guici translated Mutulanya's words to Xue Zhaowei, "She said it doesn't matter, you are a very powerful monk, she asked if you would like to be a guest in the clan?"

The Spirit Snake Clan respects power, and Xue Zhaowei's strength has clearly convinced them.

Xue Zhaowei looked at him, nodded, and agreed.

What a misunderstanding.

But it's not a stranger.

Xie Guici thought dumbfoundingly.When Shen Huaizhi said that Xue Zhaowei wanted to find out the cause of He Yuejun's death, he had already guessed that something would happen.

Instead of fighting with the Snowy Phoenix, they ran into the Spirit Snake Clan first.

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The Spirit Snake Clan lives on the banks of the Moon River. There are not many people in this clan, but there are only a few hundred people. A sect with a name that can be named in the Central Plains Immortal Sect probably has more people than them.

But this family can survive in the harsh northern wilderness for many years, and its excellence should not be underestimated.For example, the aura of the saints in their clan is strong enough to support a barrier against wind and snow, and to circle a piece of land on the frozen soil of the northern wilderness that is not dared to be invaded by icy wind, snow and rain. Although it is still cold, for the monks Not unbearable anymore.The clansmen set up felt tents here and lit the flames—they used a branch that was shining with blue color to light the flames.

Xie Guici took a sip of hot soup from the pottery bowl, and said to Xue Zhaowei who was sitting beside him: "That is the phoenix fire ignited by the phoenix tree. Even in the cold snow field, it will not go out."

Only then did Xue Zhaowei look away from the jumping bonfire: "... Are you familiar with the people of the Spirit Snake Clan?"

Xie Guici said "Well", "There is a relationship."

"I've never heard that you have been to the Northern Wilderness." Xue Zhaowei said plainly.Xie Guici looked sideways and saw half of his face illuminated by the fire, with smooth and delicate facial lines, eyelashes drooping, half covering the black pupils.Xie Guici couldn't tell whether he said it casually or a deliberate temptation.

"Mr. Zangxue didn't pay attention to me before, so how do you know if I have been to Beihuang?" Xie Guici laughed casually.

"..." Xue Zhaowei went to look at him, Xie Guici's eyes had not turned away, his eyes met for a moment, Xie Guici was stunned for a moment, if nothing else, he took a step to avoid his eyes, and looked at the crowd around the campfire Next to the Spirit Snake tribe, the saint Muturanya was wearing a soft red gauze, with a row of golden bells hanging on the edge, which echoed the golden decorations on the tips of her hair. The woman has a different and gorgeous appearance. A child from the clan ran over and hung a garland of ice and snow, long snakes, weeds, and frost flowers condensed with spiritual power around her neck.

——In the wasteland and frozen soil where plants are difficult to survive, such a garland woven with grass is the most noble praise.

Xie Guici flicked a smile at the end of his eyes, watching the people of the Spirit Snake Clan dance around the bonfire, singing ancient, obscure and ethereal songs in the language of the Spirit Snake Clan.

With this scene reflected in his eyes, what he said was to Xue Zhaowei: "I came through Tianjing City, City Lord Shen told me that Mr. Cangxue came to Beihuang to find out the cause of Mr. Heyue's death—" He dragged his tone It was a little long, mixed with the singing of the spirit snake clan and the sound of crackling flames, "If it is for this, there is no need for Mr. Zangxue to continue the investigation."

"Why?" Xue Zhaowei asked in a low voice.His voice is very nice, but no matter when and where it is like unmelted ice and snow, it is dauntingly cold. Only in such a severe and cold northern wild land, his voice has a little warmth.

——No matter how cold he is, it is still snow in the Central Plains.

Xie Guici took another sip of boiling hot soup, and felt his stiff body and limbs come alive again. He squinted his eyes and spoke very softly.

"Because it doesn't make sense."

"What's more, what does Jiang Dengnian's death have to do with you?" Xie Guici added some indescribable tenderness at the end, "Mr. Zangxue, some things are best for everyone. "

"You put it that way—" Xue Zhaowei spoke slowly, and his eyes, which were as dark as glass, clearly reflected half of Xie Guici's profile, which was hard to describe with fine brushwork by everyone in the Central Plains.

"Is it because He Yuejun is not dead at all?"

Although it was a question, his expression was inexplicably determined - he had already determined the result in his heart.

Xie Guici was solidly surprised, he never thought that Xue Zhaowei would be so blatantly provocative, it was so unexpected that Xie Guici's face was blank for a moment.This moment of blankness seems to justify Xue Zhaowei's question.

Cang Xuejun provoked a little genuine smile on his lips.

Xie Guici hadn't found the right words to alleviate the predicament. Mutulanya suddenly left the crowd and walked in front of them. The arrival of the saintess of the Spirit Snake Tribe brought the originally turbulent atmosphere back to a tacit calm .

It was only then that Xie Guici noticed that there was another wreath in her hand, which was different from the one hanging around her neck. This one was decorated with real flowers, green leaves, exquisitely polished ores, and colorful silk ribbons. made.

He didn't know what kind of flower it was, so he was curious for a moment—it turned out that there are flowers in the Northern Wilderness that can survive. Before the thought passed, he saw Mutulanya bent down deeply, and put the wreath on Xie Guici's head. A long snake was quietly wrapped around her wrist bones like a bracelet, hissing and spitting out a letter, staring at Xie Guici.

Putting his hands on his chest, Muturanya lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you for bringing us the flame."

In order to show her sincerity, she did not use the language of the Spirit Snake tribe, but the common language of the Central Plains that she had practiced repeatedly for a long time.

Because of this, Xue Zhaowei could hear clearly.

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