The hand of the silkworm lady holding the ghost door needle had just been raised an inch, no, even lower, and her hand had not even begun to be raised, only to feel a light suddenly flash in front of her.

This is a very dazzling light, as faint and solid as the autumn sun, like those dry reeds on the river in autumn, slowly floating in the breeze.

And these tidbits slowly, gently, slowly landed on her throat.

She even felt that the white light had a temperature colder than blood, like the autumn sun shining on her neck, like the autumn wind unintentionally, cold and unguarded blowing on her neck, there was no pain, no fear, not even the feeling of death.

Then, she just felt like she had been bitten by a mosquito on her throat, and she didn't even feel any pain yet, she just felt numb, and then she was already slowly dying.

When she stopped breathing, when she slowly closed her eyes, her mind was still reminiscing about the autumn feeling she had just felt, faint, sad.

And then, died.

However, her body did not fall.

She even held the ghost door needle in her hand, and outside of her, there was even a layer of heaven and earth net cocoons that she thought were safety barriers.

Still, she died.

And the sword of the require was still at his waist, as if it had never been pulled out.

Li Cunxiao was still looking at his hand, still looking at the sword in his hand, as if he didn't know what was happening in front of him, as if he had been looking at his hand and looking at his sword.

And the layer of Tianluo net Tiansi cocoon wrapped outside was like a stone shattered by the wind, and suddenly scattered, and the silkworm lady was still standing there.

However, the silkworm lady is dead.

She still had her ghost needle in her hand, and she even had a smile on her face, which was a convincing smile.

Now, she finally believes that in this world, no one dares to doubt the sword of Tsing Yi, and no matter who doubts, there is only one end, death.

So, she died.

However, both are still alive.

The Silkworm Lady's ghost needle was only as close as a piece of paper to her throat, and she could still feel the heavy fishy smell emanating from the ghost needle.

Everyone was stunned.

All of them are doubting their eyes.

After about a cup of tea, the corpse of the silkworm lady suddenly fell down slowly, like a cocoon that had been dried by the air.

At this time, Shuangshuang finally came back to his senses, "wow", cried, and then, like flying, immediately threw himself into the arms of Feng Yifei, like a long-adrift ship finally docked.

Lei Tingen stood in place, his eyes gloomy.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, he laughed, and then, with an arrow step, rushed to Jiang Chen's face, pinched his neck vigorously, and shouted:

Shuangshuang, Shuangshuang, don't go, you are your father's baby daughter, you are the only bloodline of the Lei family, you still have to help your father avenge his hatred, you can't go, Shuangshuang, why don't you speak, are you still blaming your father?

Jiang Chen struggled hard, but he couldn't do anything.

He desperately pulled Lei Tingen's hand, trying to take his hand away from his neck, but Lei Tingen's hand seemed to have taken root in his neck, and no matter how he pulled it, it would be useless.

While struggling, he wailed desperately: Master, master, I'm not Miss, I'm Jiang Chen, Miss is opposite you.

Later, however, his voice became quieter and softer......

Eventually, he couldn't hear anything anymore, and he stopped struggling.

When Lei Tingen let go of his hand, Jiang Chen fell to the ground, and he had been dead for a long time, with a pair of eyes like dead fish, staring at Lei Tingen, who had gone crazy.

Looking at Jiang Chen, who was lying motionless on the ground, Lei Tingen squatted down, touched his face, completely restored his original appearance as a loving father, and muttered:

Shuangshuang, do you know, in fact, Dad loves you very much, you forget, when you were a child, Dad often took you to the river to play, catch loaches and rabbits for you,

Also, I also helped you catch a bird, didn't you feed it up, Shuangshuang, why don't you speak, are you still angry with your father?

Dad is only your daughter, don't you leave Daddy, okay? Oh, are you tired and want to sleep, then let's go home and sleep, Dad will sing to you and put you to sleep.

As he spoke, he picked up Jiang Chen's body from the ground, and said as he walked: Shuangshuang, listen to Dad, let's go home, our revenge will not be avenged, Dad, as long as you follow Dad, go home.

After this upheaval, Lei Tingen has gone crazy.

Both eyes suddenly became hot, and all the hatred and resentment dissipated at this moment.

He broke free from the embrace of Feng Yifei, rushed to Lei Tingen's face, fell to his knees with a "plop", hugged his legs, and cried:

Dad, Shuangshuang will not leave you, Dad, I will always be your good daughter, Dad, I am Shuangshuang, look at me, I am your daughter.

However, Lei Tingen didn't even look at her, just took away her hand holding her leg, and then, still looking at Jiang Chen's corpse in his arms, muttered:

Shuangshuang, are you tired, why did you fall asleep, let's go home and sleep, it's windy outside, it's easy to catch a cold, Dad takes you to find your mother, okay?

His figure suddenly aged a lot, as if he had suddenly aged many years, like a tree whose leaves had been blown off by the autumn wind, swaying.

Looking at his back, Li Cunxiao suddenly sighed, as if he remembered something, but he didn't say anything, just returned to the car, and the eldest grandson Wujian followed him.

Slowly, the carriage started again.

Such an old carriage, such a thin horse, slowly drove out of the Feng family.

Walking far away, Bai Muyun, who was sitting in front of the carriage, heard a burst of sobbing from Shuangshuang, and this cry was immediately collected by those bleak autumn moods.

The eldest grandson Wujian also sighed, but then laughed again, looked at Bai Muyun, and said lightly: They seem to be afraid of you?

Bai Muyun pointed at his nose with a horsewhip, looked very surprised, and said: "Afraid of me? What am I afraid of? I am not a devil?

The eldest grandson's innocent smile was very pure, just like the sunshine in the air that was still wandering and faint, and said: Because you are the eldest young master of the Golden Villa, the famous iris son of the rivers and lakes.

Bai Muyun didn't laugh.

When he heard the words "Throwing Gold Villa", he even showed a very uncomfortable expression on his face, as if he had been poked in the sore spot, and said in a deep voice:

In fact, the Golden Villa is not terrible, because the Golden Villa is just a casino, and the casino seems to be nothing terrible except for the smell of copper.

The eldest grandson Wujian didn't seem to notice his expression, and still said unrelentingly: The Golden Throwing Villa may not be terrible, maybe the eldest young master of the Golden Throwing Villa may not be terrible, but when it comes to Ling Shubai's light clothes, there are few people in the rivers and lakes who are not afraid.

Bai Muyun looked at her, the expression on her face became more and more complicated, and she didn't know whether it was embarrassment or pride, she looked at her and said: You also know Uncle Jia?

The eldest grandson laughed even harder.

She immediately pretended to be an old man in the rivers and lakes, like a storyteller, and said: If I don't know Bai Qingyi, then I am really in vain in the rivers and lakes.

I heard that Bai Qingyi also defeated Jian Thirty in the twentieth year, and became a rising star in the rivers and lakes, and your Bai Gongzi's martial arts seem to come from his true inheritance, when you shot just now, although you did not use a sword, but your body shape and footwork are undoubtedly made by Bai Qingyi's moves.

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but sigh, and continued: However, in recent years, I don't know why he suddenly disappeared, so his name was gradually snatched away by Lingzun Bai Qinghou.

Now, the people who come out to walk the rivers and lakes may have forgotten who Bai Qingyi is, but they know that they must know the name of Lingzun Bai Qinghou, no matter what, the rivers and lakes in twenty years will still belong to your Bai family.

Hearing this, Bai Gongzi's face suddenly darkened, and he said in a deep voice: If Sword Thirty hadn't been greatly injured after the battle with Burial Sword Island twenty years ago, Uncle Jia might not have been able to win.

Therefore, Jian Thirty was not defeated, and Uncle Jia did not win, when Uncle Jia knew the truth, he always felt that he was not victorious, so he left the Golden Villa in shame, and there is no news of him so far.

At this time, Li Cunxiao, who had been closing his eyes as if he had fallen asleep, suddenly spoke, and said: Actually, Uncle Ling doesn't need to feel guilty at all, if he wins, he wins, and if he loses, he loses.

For that duel, my father often mentioned it to me, saying that Ling Shubai Qingyi was indeed a rare young swordsman in the rivers and lakes, just practicing swords for the sake of practicing swords, and definitely not for those false names.

At that time, even if my father didn't duel with Burial Sword Island, he might not be able to win, and Uncle Ling's sword and character were the best in the rivers and lakes.

As for his departure, perhaps, it was to show his father that he defeated Sword Thirty, not for the sake of the false name of the first sword in the world, but for the sword for the sake of the sword.

Hearing this, Bai Muyun's originally gloomy expression suddenly expanded, and he said loudly: If Uncle Jia hears your words, he will definitely be pleased, and if possible, maybe you can also become friends.

Li Cunxiao muttered: "Maybe, but I would like to see the famous place of the Golden Throwing Villa for a long time, so what kind of magic can make my father praise?12910