That night, many people only knew that Sword Immortal visited Princess Qinghe, and the seven thousand white horses stopped. Only a few people knew that on that night, Princess Qinghe followed Gu Qingci and returned to Yecheng overnight.

The next morning, the sky was hazy outside, the sun was born, and Yecheng was still sleeping. The fiery red light fell into the world through the faint mist. A green leaf broke away from the branches, and continued to float with the faint wind, falling, and reached the window.

When he fell to the handsome man in front of the window, he gently poked his hand out. It was a withered hand that should not have appeared on such a young man in his prime. However, when the morning light fell on the pale face as pale as rice paper, everything was explained. This was a person who had almost no breath of life.

With a cough, Mu Feng spread out the silk squid covering his mouth, and a pool of dark brown blood also declared that he was about to die. However, he seemed to be very calm and threw away the silk squid and stood up slowly. However, he was shaking, as if a gust of wind could blow down.

He held the edge of the wall with only a layer of skin, without alarming anyone, slowly walked out the door and walked slowly through the corridor. A girl holding him happily appeared in front of him.

He caressed the bench, and at some point he liked to sit here and read some classics when the sun was shining. At that time, there was always a silly girl watching him quietly, her eyes rumbling, and she didn't know what other ideas to do.

Walking through the garden, many flowers have withered and have changed into the branches and leaves of green. There seems to be a face smiling in the green. At that time, she always liked to hide in the same place and sulk, but she didn't dare to go too far. She was afraid that the person in her heart would not find her.

There is no figure in front of the house, inside and outside the wall.

At the beginning, maybe it was a purposeful approach, but...

"But human hearts are all flesh. I was not interested in it, but I was just lying to myself. Ganoderma lucidum. Perhaps, the most right thing in my life is to be moved by you. The most wrong thing is that I am the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who

In the mourning hall, the eternal lights were flashing, and the candles were swaying slightly. Mu Feng was wearing a blue shirt, a little thin, slowly burning paper money into the brazier. The fire light seemed to be that face, whether it was a smile or a hatred. Mu Feng couldn't figure it out, just staring at it quietly.

"How great would it be if I didn't have this deep blood hatred? If you say you like scholars, I will take the exam for the top scorer. Then, just like in the book you like, the young top scorer fell in love with the princess at first sight, gave up her official position and became a relative. From then on, the husband and wife will follow her, and she will be happy."

"I remember Gu Qingci once wrote a poem called "The Brocade Seal for no reason": One string and one pillar of the Chinese New Year, how similar is it to now, but it is, but it is very different."

"Lingzhi, you said you envy Qin Keqing, and envy Gu Qingci once wrote a sentence for Qin Keqing, how can you get the law of both worlds in the world? I would rather bear the Tathagata than let you down. If... if there is a next life, I would rather bear the Tathagata than let you down!"

A gust of wind blew, and the door of the mourning hall was pushed open, and the red dawn shone in, shining on the coffin, shining on Mu Feng's pale face, adding a little blood to him and a little angry.

Two people came in, one was Gu Qingci and the other was Princess Qinghe.

Gu Qingci looked at Mu Feng, and the heavy rain suddenly appeared in his mind that day. In the outskirts of Yecheng, the couple who met him and Qin Keqing by chance.

"Mr. Mu, we're meeting again."

Gu Qingci slowly picked up three incense sticks, reached into the burning brazier, lit it, then bowed to the coffin, gently inserted the incense, squatted down, and looked at Mu Feng, while Princess Qinghe held the spear, her eyes were covered with blood, and blue veins bulged on her fair hands.

Mu Feng slowly looked up, looked at Gu Qingci, and whispered: "Mr. Gu, we're meeting again."

"Oh, Brother Mu knows me." Gu Qingci asked.

"How many people don't know the sword immortals who are famous all over the world?" Mu Feng asked back.

Gu Qingci raised his eyebrows and said, "So, Brother Mu is not ready to make a case? Or, fight for something for himself?"

"Ahem"

Mu Feng suddenly let out a violent cough, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out, sprayed on the ground, sprayed into the brazier. He lowered his head and gently stroked his chest, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth slightly, and said calmly: "Since you and Your Highness and Princess have both returned, it means that my plan has been exposed, what is the point of quibbling?"

"Okay," Gu Qingci said: "Since that's the case, Brother Mu, please help me. I have seen you and Princess Ganoderma. I don't believe that your relationship is fake. Why do you do this?"

"There is no reason," Mu Feng said: "I just want to blame Su Beisheng, and I know that you will save him and then lead the war to the world alliance, because I have a deep blood hatred, and the enemy is Chen Tongxuan. As for any hatred, there is nothing special. Brother Gu, you are from the Jianghu. You must know that Chen Tongxuan can have his current status. I don't know how many corpses I have stepped on to get to power, and I am a survivor."

Princess Qinghe suddenly spoke, her tone was a little terrible and said, "So, aren't you Chen Zhiming at all?"

"No," Mu Feng shook his head and said, "Chen Zhiming had already died long ago. He had died before saving Princess Lingzhi. In order to get close to Princess Lingzhi, I replaced my face with Chen Zhiming's. Therefore, I have always been sick. This is not a disease, but the price of my changing face, and my whole body of skills has also disappeared."

Gu Qingci took a deep breath. He felt that Princess Ganoderma lucidum was pitiful, but also hateful. The only person who should not die was the innocent Chen family, a complete family, disappeared like this, and no splashes were splashed.

"Another question," Gu Qingci said: "Peach Blossom Bee, I know you are the descendant of Peach Blossom Bee, but I don't understand, shouldn't the real enemy of Peach Blossom Bee be Dong Tianfang? Why do you have to deal with Chen Tongxuan? This is unreasonable!"

Mu Feng whispered: "Peach Blossom Bee, who knows what is a peach Blossom Bee? It's just some means. Otherwise, how can those Buddhists attack the World Alliance? Just a princess's mansion is not enough to completely destroy the World Alliance."

Mu Feng's explanation seemed very reasonable, but Gu Qingci always felt something was wrong. He pondered for a moment and asked: "There is another last question. I don't believe that all this layout can be done with you and Zhongyuan Yihong. Tell me, who is behind you? Who is Zhongyuan Yihong... Hum?"
Chapter completed!