The sword stabbed very accurately.

At the center of the mouth, as long as the heart does not deviate, you will basically die.

It just so happened that Mo Qingshan's heart was born upright.

So, he was dead.

"Mo Qingshan, you finally died at my hands!"

Huang Qianqian laughed, laughed, and then cried.

"Dad, mom, sister, brother-in-law, little brother, haha, I finally avenge you!"

Mo Qingshan did not die immediately.

To put it scientifically, even if the heart hematopoietic function is temporarily lacking, the energy contained in his body is enough for him to support him for a period of time, not to mention pseudoscientific things like internal strength.

As a master-level warrior, he has profound internal skills and can transform three feet of external energy, so he still has cards that die a little later.

He looked down at the sword that pierced his chest, smiled with a gentle look on his face, reached out and gently stroked Huang Qianqian's face.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"I thought you died that day, I can't save you, I really can't do it!"

"The injuries here must be very painful, right?"

At this moment, he showed his childlike fragility.

"Stop pretending, Mo Qingshan!"

Huang Qianqian opened Mo Qingshan's hand, and then used force to penetrate the sword and stabbed out from behind.

"Do you think that saying sorry can save your sin? If sorry is useful, what else do you need the sword in your hand?"

"Mo Qingshan, your death is the greatest atonement for me!"

Huang Qianqian said in a hatred.

"I deserve to die, I deserve to die more than twenty years ago."

Mo Qingshan recalled:

"If I really died that day, I would not have met you. You are still the eldest lady of the Huang family. You will grow up happily, get married, take care of your husband and children, and you will live a happy life."

"Stop talking!"

Huang Qianqian pulled out the sword with force, and black and red blood sputtered out, and the poison on his body had already penetrated into his heart.

"Ahem..."

Mo Qingshan coughed weakly twice and sat directly on the ground. He was covered in bruises at this moment.

From the first sword that Qiye sneak attacked, to the feint shot that caused a big flesh-and-blood hole that exploded with sword energy, to the death-making sword.

Even an iron man is still full of holes.

What's more, Mo Qingshan is still a flesh-and-blood person.

"I'm going to die, I'll die, so would you like to hear the truth about that year?"

Mo Qingshan said almost begging.

"But I don't want to listen!"

Huang Qianqian was exercising her strength in her hand and slapped it with one palm to end Mo Qingshan's last breath.

Suddenly, a slender palm stretched out and stopped her just right.

"No, you want to hear it!"

Jiang Ping smiled confidently, with one hand behind his back, and the big hole in the clothes on his chest was not repaired, revealing the white underwear inside. The clothes torn on both sides were like two cute pig ears, clattering in the breeze that was a little noisy at night.

Anyway, it seems very unfathomable.

"Who are you?"

"When did Ye Yulou start to interfere in the employer's affairs?"

Huang Qianqian said bluntly that she recognized Jiang Ping's black uniform.

Jiang Ping was displeased when he heard this, so he coughed twice and said:

"Do you think Ye Yulou is a man who is so handsome like me as his killer?"

Huang Qianqian shook her head:

"You are not worthy, you are too shameless, you don't look like a killer."

"Who are you?"

"Just just a spectator who wants to listen to the truth."

Jiang Ping said this.

At the same time, a task prompt flashed across the panel in front of his eyes.

【Task: The Truth Behind】

[Task description: Behind every mature uncle there is a past that is unbearable to look back on. What makes him mature, the responsibility on his shoulders or the guilt in his heart?

Please let Mo Qingshan tell the truth about that year and get rewards depending on the task completion.]

[ps: Time is limited, Mo Qingshan's health is decreasing rapidly.]

[Task Reward: Mo Qingshan's dying gratitude, experience value *1,0000, sword move: Qingyun's sword]

Perhaps it was Mo Qingshan's obsession that generated a task.

In short, if you don’t do this kind of task of picking up cheap things, you will be struck by lightning.

Look, who are the people left now.

Qiye, who had intake but not exhausted much, had basically zero combat power.

A young man who still has the remaining poison in his body and is hit hard, his cheap father-in-law tends to have zero combat power.

A woman who seems to have intermittent mania has the combat power of five, which is just enough to be a single knife.

Finally, the uncle in the sect was preparing his last words, and his combat power had become negative.

If he can't control the whole audience, Jiang Ping feels that he will probably not have to make ends meet in the future.

"President Mo, please tell me, I promise she will be able to finish listening."

Jiang Ping said with a smile.

At the same time, as a ninth-grade warrior, his momentum was erupting, intimidating the audience.

Just ask, is there anyone who can fight?!

Huang Qianqian turned her head, as if she was unwilling to cooperate, but she did not continue to attack Mo Qingshan in the end.

Mo Qingshan nodded to Jiang Ping:

"Thanks!"

You have to be welcome, just give enough experience.

Jiang Ping also smiled and nodded.

I don’t feel tired of this kind of scene where I take responsibility for picking up people’s heads in the end.

"About thirty years ago..."

"... In this way, I left Qingyun Mountain with anger and wanted to create a world."

“…In those years, I ran to restaurants, looked at the doors of the flower shops, attracted visitors on the streets, and when I was at the bottom of the day, I also had a group with me in the beggar’s nest.

But I live a life of openness, openness and integrity. To be honest, that was the happiest period of my life.”

Mo Qingshan talked about the past that he had never spoken in front of others.

"Junior brother! You have suffered."

Cheng Qianshan was a little distressed.

He only knew that his junior brother left the mountain and came back with a furious horse, and the beauty was on his side, so he was so romantic, but he never thought that his junior brother would live such a miserable life after he went down the mountain.

Mo Qingshan continued to speak, but his tone became weaker: "Until that year, when I left Qingyun, I passed by Yanshan and met the Eight Thieves of Yanshan.

I thought my life would be over, but I never thought that the old five poisonous lady among the Eight Thieves fell in love with me and took me as a guest of the curtain.

For this life and in order to be able to go back to Qingyun, I chose to compromise.

Now it seems that if I had died there vigorously that day, even if I buried the corpse in the wilderness, there would not have been so many things.

Ahem...puff..."

Mo Qingshan coughed a few more times, spit out a mouthful of fishy blood, and hit the ground, which was stinging and corroding into a small black pit.

His head was lowered, and his words were inaudible.

“…”

Hello!

Brother, you haven’t mentioned the point yet! You must not die!

Seeing that the mission progress was less than 5% and Jiang Ping knew that this matter was definitely not simple, but seeing Mo Qingshan's appearance, he couldn't hold on for too long.
Chapter completed!