He was extremely tingling, and Mr. Xue didn't think at this moment.
In his heart, he just whispered five words silently.
"Purple butterfly, I'm sorry!"
In the past ten years, Mr. Xue has been working hard to practice it just to be able to see him one day, stab this sword and kill him.
He stabbed him, but it was a pity, it was still a bit worse, he couldn't kill him, but there would never be a chance in the future.
At that time, he once vowed in front of her grave and would help her to get revenge in the future. Now it seems that I still have to say something.
Probably, this is life!
At that time, he lost his words to her before he lost her. Even after so many years, he still couldn't fulfill her commitment to her.
"For a woman, is it worth it?"
The man in black looked at Mr. Xue, who was dead, and puzzled his tone.
Mr. Xue took the corner of his lips up, "One day, when you fall in love with a woman, you will understand."
When he spoke, his right hand had flipped down, and a small silver light flashed between his fingers, but the man in black did not find it.
"Love?!" The man in black scoffed his nose and looked sideways. Looking at Xuegu not far away, his face had returned to calmness. "With the power of the gods of God, the power of my god can break through the field of God. You are the only one that can hurt me.
People, I appreciate you very much, so let you die dignified. "
He raised his palm, then turned around and disappeared.
The man in black disappears, and a figure has been rushed in the air. The huge figure is burning the sky, and the purple pupil and Weiyang on the back.
Looking at the four weeks, he noticed that the strangeness on the mountain was broken, the purple pupil was shaken, and it had fallen from the air and fell on the side of Mr. Xue.
Mr. Xue died.
He was lying quietly in the mountains, only white snow around him. He died very calmly, as if he was just going to sleep.
Seeing that it was Mr. Xue, Zitong exclaimed and rushed to kneel on his side, "Daddy!"
"Sir!" Weiyang fell on the side of her body, watching Mr. Xue in the mountains deep, his face was deep, his brows frowned.
Zitong is sad, but I didn't cry.
Mr. Xue is a person who likes quietness. He must not like others to tears for him.
She just took out the handkerchief and wiped the blood on the lips of Mr. Xue little by little. It was not until his face was not dyed, and he stopped the movement like Xue. Then he kneeled on his body.
I stabbed three heads.
"Just burial him here." After the third head, the purple pupil spoke softly.
"Mr. Xue, and he always loves Xue, he will definitely like it here." Weiyang said around her.
After choosing a high -level place, Zitong stemped to the sky, and the burning sky stretched out his paws and grabbed it gently.
Weiyang carefully hugged Mr. Xue's body, walked over, and put it in the pit dug out of the burning sky.
Zi Tong also came in with him, and carefully made Mr. Xue's clothes right. Seeing his tired right hand, she frowned in doubt, holding Mr. Xue's hand, and saw the palm of his palm tightly.
Hold a small roll.
Will the things held before dying, will it be related to the murderer?
Zitong curiously took out the sheepskin rolling in Mr. Xue's hand and expanded, at a glance, it was a moment.
On the sheepskin roll, it is a neat font, and the name is just her name -purple pupil.