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The air in this room seems to have been suppressed to the point that it cannot flow.
Holding his cold body, her body gradually became colder. She looked at him with dull eyes, wanting only to have him in her mind.
I don't know how long this deadlock lasted.
The blue tears have dried up. The cheeks are also dry.
Yan Lingxi approached the bed. He took out something from his body and handed it to Jiumei Luolan. "This was found on Feng's body. It should be for you." He opened his hand and laid it tightly in his palm.
A ring.
The tears that had dried up once again moistened her eyes. She stretched out her hand and took the ring from Yan Lingxi's palm. This ring was so familiar, and the gems on it seemed to be the necklace that Feng had given her.
pendant.
"Blue Wind" quietly read out the letters inlaid with diamonds on the ring. 'Blue wind... blue wind... why wasn't it given to me by you yourself! Wind, have you forgotten? You said,
You have to stay with me forever. How could you break your promise? How could you abandon me. How could you just leave like this. That was your promise to me~~~!!!'
Holding the ring tightly, Luo Lan buried her head deeply into Xiu Shengfeng's chest. 'I'm sorry, Feng... there is one thing I said too late... I love you, can you still hear it?'
Xia Zhichun couldn't help crying in the end. She looked forward to wearing that ring on Lanlan's hand every day. She never thought that today, it would be like this! Why on earth...!!
"Xi, Xiu Shengfeng, why did you die?" Zhichun was very puzzled and puzzled. How could this majestic leader of the Soul Eater Gang die just when he said he was going to die? How could he just disappear after he said he didn't see him?
"I don't know the details, but there are several sword wounds on Feng's body." Yan Lingxi said slowly. He couldn't believe it. Who has such great ability to hurt Feng? Or even kill Feng?
But they all understand one thing. Once they enter the underworld, their heads hang on their waists. Death is always on the edge of life.
"Sword wound?" Xia Zhichun was surprised. "Didn't Xiu Shengfeng carry a weapon with him? How could he... die from a sword wound?"
"His gun was found in the woods in the eastern suburbs." Yan Lingxi said, walking to the cabinet on one side, opening the drawer and taking out a black pistol still stained with mud.
Jiumei Luolan raised her head and looked at the gun. Then she looked back at Xiu Shengfeng. Her fingers touched Feng's collar and slowly unbuttoned his clothes.
Several conspicuous scars on her chest caught her eyes.
"No, it's impossible!!" Jiumei Luolan suddenly let go of her hand, looked at the scars, and kept shaking her head, it's impossible, why would Feng be harmed by such a thing.
"Lanlan, what's wrong!" Xia Zhichun strode to the bedside, lowered his head, and when he saw the wounds on Xiu Shengfeng's body, he covered his mouth. He couldn't help but fell a few steps behind him. He settled down again.
He stared at the wounds carefully. "It was caused by a Western sword...how could it be...these wounds, it's impossible, it can't be like this!" Zhichun couldn't believe his eyes at all.
Luo Lan's eyes were even more dull, and she was panicked with heartache.
"What's impossible? What are you talking about?" Yan Lingxi frowned, confused by the strong reaction of the two people at this moment.
Xia Zhichun came back to her senses. She had to tell Yan Lingxi something. "Xi, let's go out and talk..."