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Zhao Lingqiu gently shook his hand off as tears silently rolled down her cheeks. The blood on her face was like a jade bottle that had been sealed for many years, leaving a scar. Zhao Lingqiu walked forward with a blank expression on her face. Although her steps were slow, they were exceptionally firm. She had no intention of stopping.

If she couldn't be called six times in the world, then no one could stop her.

Wang Hou's pupils constricted. His entire body was trembling with fear. His teeth were uncontrollably clattering together. Wang Hou struggled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a few words. However, he didn't say them to Zhao Lingqiu, but to Liu'er who was behind her, "I know … Where is Xiao Lan! Don't kill me! " Liu'er's body trembled as she suddenly flashed to Zhao Lingqiu's side and tightly held her hand.

Zhao Lingqiu smiled bitterly as her blood-red eyes stared at Liu'er and asked, "If I said he was lying to you, would you believe me?" Liu'er hesitated and thought, "Xiao Lan disappeared at the Treasure House. According to common sense, Wang pigeon should not know about it. However … What if he happens to bump into it? " He didn't want to miss a chance to find Xiao Lan, so he stammered, "But... "But …" Zhao Lingqiu said, "But you are afraid that if he finds out, you will never be able to see Xiao Lan again after I kill him? He was the one who killed the poor Elementary Scholar, don't you want to take revenge for the poor Elementary Scholar? Where did your earlier ruthlessness go? The moment you heard about Xiao Lan, you forgot about everything, right? "

Liu'er abruptly shook off her arm, saying, "No! I didn't forget! I want revenge for Zhang Xiushi! However … But I also want to know where Xiao Lan went. So... "So …" Zhao Lingqiu sneered and said, "So you went to find her without regard for your feelings of camaraderie?" Do you want to rely on this little guy to find Xiao Lan? Aren't you an indomitable man? Why do I also have to rely on despicable people? " Liu'er froze on the spot, speechless. Zhao Lingqiu's words reminded him. Xiao Lan had grown up in the Immortal Crocodile Manor, so she definitely did not have a good impression of Feiyun. If she knew that he had found her with the help of Wang pigeon, she would definitely not be happy either.

Liu'er was a beggar to begin with, and had never experienced anything like this in her life. Previously, she had only been worried about where she could eat next. Moreover, it was chaotic when he cared about her. He cared too much about Xiao Lan in his heart, that's why he was used by others. Liu'er hesitated, but suddenly heard Zhao Lingqiu ask, "I'm not as indecisive as the little rapist! I'll only give you one chance! Speak, have you seen Xiao Lan or not! " She had walked up to Wang pigeon and was holding the dagger against his throat.

The dagger was sharp. It should have been ice-cold. But there was still Lei Zhenyu's blood on the dagger, and the heat was not yet gone. Wang pigeon felt the strength in his body disappearing bit by bit as his neck became sticky. He was scared out of his wits and thought that she had stabbed him with her dagger. No, no, no... I've never seen it before … Little sister Ling Qiu, please spare me … " Zhao Lingqiu said coldly, "Heh! A man like you is really disgusting! " As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his arm and the dagger gently cut Wang Hou's throat.

He saw Wang pigeon's neck suddenly turn white, then slowly recover its rosy red color, and then a thin scratch appeared on his neck, as bright red blood slowly flowed out. Wang pigeon suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he was in pain at the moment. He wanted to grab his throat, but Liu'er poked his acupuncture points and forced him to stay still. He wanted to shout for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making no sound at all.

In a flash, the blood inside Wang pigeon's body seemed to have found an outlet and gushed out, dyeing the entire pool red like a vat in a shop. Wang pigeon straightened his neck and looked at Zhao Lingqiu in despair. His pupils dilated before he finally lost his strength. His head sank and before he could enter the pool, a cut appeared on his throat as his white flesh turned over.

Even at the last moment, Wang Hou did not say anything.

What a sharp dagger, such a ruthless person!

The stream continued to flow down from the top of the mountain. After being introduced into the pool by the Taotie Stone, it slowly flowed down the cliff. After an unknown amount of time, the water in the pool finally returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Standing on the spot, Zhao Lingqiu was expressionless. She was not afraid of the fact that she had killed someone. Instead, she felt a sense of pleasure. This might be the feeling of murder.

After a long while, she finally asked, "Do you want to go down the mountain?" Liu'er was silent. Then, she said, "If you want to, then turn around. I want to change my clothes." Liu'er turned around mechanically. After a while, she heard the wooden box open. Zhao Lingqiu neatly stacked the bright and beautiful gown inside the chest, and then picked up the stone tablets that had been tossed by Wang Hou earlier. After placing them one by one in order, she pushed the wooden boxes back under the stone table and said, "Senior, if these two don't cherish your things, I have already killed them all! "Don't worry." Then he walked to the cave entrance and looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside. He asked Liu'er, "Do you want me to jump in by myself, or do you want me to jump in by myself?"

Liu'er saw that she was wearing a light pink gown that fluttered in the wind. The strands of hair on her temples shone in the sunlight, as if they were embedded with a golden border, but also somewhat transparent. He had never expected that such a weak and beautiful girl would instantly kill two people. He looked at Zhao Lingqiu and saw that she still had the black dagger on her waist. He asked, "Are you going to take it down the mountain?"

Zhao Lingqiu didn't turn around. She seemed to know what he was asking about and replied, "I killed him. This is evidence." After saying that, he didn't answer anymore. He stood on the ground and looked into the distance, as if he was cherishing the scene.

He also seemed to be cherishing the person at this moment.

Liu'er finally took a deep breath and dragged Lei Zhenyu and Wang Hou's bodies to the edge of the cliff. He then took the Thunderclap Saber and walked to Zhao Lingqiu's side. He half knelt down and said, "Let's go." Zhao Lingqiu responded with a grunt before lying down on Liu'er's back. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks into the nape of her neck.

Liu'er jumped down and the two of them followed the chain until they reached the bottom. There was no way out of the valley. There were mountains and rocks all around them. The two of them followed the shortest and best path to climb up. Liu'er had fully recovered from her injuries. Only her left wrist had not been healed. Climbing the mountain was like walking on flat ground. The two of them spent half a day running on the road.

After determining their direction, the two went under the waterfall, looking for an oily corpse. But under the waterfall was a deep pool. The water overflowed and formed a small river. Liu'er searched the bottom of the pool for a long time, but still couldn't find any traces of Zhang Youji. Thinking that his body might have been washed away by the river, she didn't know where he went. Tears welled up in his eyes. He had no choice but to set up a stone tablet next to the pool. It said, "The Tomb of his best friend, Zhang Xiucai." He picked some wild fruits and flowers and placed them in front of the stone tablet.

Liu'er knelt on the ground and kowtowed for a long time, but she still didn't get up. She kowtowed until her scalp bled and she fainted.

When he woke up again, it was already dusk. Under the light of the setting sun, the waterfall was suffused with a golden glow. Like a long golden ribbon, it gently floated down into the deep pool.

Looking at the waterfall, Zhao Lingqiu softly recited a line of poetry, "This tiny waterfall lies deep in the mountains. It is not famous for its fame. The mountains were green and the waters long. "No sorrow for meeting a hero!" It was written on the day of Zhang's oil filling. Liu'er couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy when she heard her recite a few lines from a doggerel. Zhao Lingqiu consoled him, "The poor Elementary Scholar has been poor for his entire life. After death, having this heroic waterfall accompany him will not be a wasted life."