MTL - How to Survive As a Villain-Chapter 182 I am sending snow to my head.

I know that Xiao Yuan stood up and swayed. He wiped his face with his sleeve and said, "General Xue, can I ask you two things?"

"You ask me?" Xue Yan is unbelievable.

"Correct."

"But it's fine."

Xiao Yu'an said: "The first thing, after tonight, can you send the body of Xie Yigui back to Xie Jia?"

"Xie Jia, the original person was the son of the Xie family in the whole country?" Xue Yan murmured, "loyalty and daring, should be admired, well, I promise you, what is the other thing?"

Xiao Yu'an looks into the distance. This big palace has the shadow of the North. Everywhere, one grass and one stone, one flower and one stone, the carved bar, the pavilion attic, but no one can be reflected in Xiao Yu'an's eyes, Xiao Yu'an eyes Empty and innocent, he said: "This is broken, can you let me come?"

Xue Yanyi, then nodded and handed the sword to the past.

Xiao Yuan took the sword, took a few steps back, and found a high-altitude open space full of thick snow. He squatted down and took a deep breath, put the long sword in his hand on his side, and then slammed it thirteen times. Every one of them is followed by a sorry sentence. When he finished the last time, his forehead was already bloody.

Sorry, it is he who puts the tiger back to the mountain. Sorry, he did not protect the North. Sorry, until now, he still wants to see the appearance of the river. Sorry, he got this body but still only wants to be Xiao Yu'an.

Sorry, he has tried his best, but he lost to God and could not change his life.

In this case, can you take responsibility for the crime?

Just like once, he lost his life to his brother who was extremely resentful because of his departure.

Is this possible to eliminate all hatred and eliminate all hate?

After the smashing, Xiao Yuan endured a headache and a dizzy feeling. The coveted pick up the sword standing beside his neck. He turned back and said to Xue Yan: "General Xue, I have a sentence, I want you to tell me." Heqing."

Suddenly a cold wind raged, the heavens and the earth were desolate, and the heavy snow whistling almost obscured Xiao Yu’an’s voice.

At the same time, Luhe Qing in the palace slowly opened his eyes, and the doctor at the side of the hospital said with joy: "Was the emperor woke up? How do you feel?"

Because of the blood loss, Luhe Qing’s lips were white and looked awkward. It took him a few seconds to remember what happened before he fainted. Then he ignored the obstacles of others and held his wound and stood up: “Xiao Yu’an?”

"Xiao Yuan? Who is this? Hey, the emperor! The emperor, your wound!" The doctor was swayed by the arm of the river, and shouted in vain.

The river ran out of the clear river. He ran out of the palace and held the pillar outside. He gasped for a few breaths before he fell down. He looked up and looked around with anxiously looking for Xiao Yu’an’s figure. On the man between the heavens and the earth, there was a glimmer of joy at the bottom of the river. He shouted, but he couldn’t make a sound because of the blood loss. He could only go all out to go there, behind him, white snow. There was a **** trace left on it, and it was immediately buried in the snow.

Not far away, Xiao Yuan squatted on the ground, put the sword on his neck, and turned to Xue Yan: "You tell Luhe Qing, let him live for the rest of his life, I want to see, his peace and prosperity, his prosperity In the world, his Jiangshan community is like a stable appearance."

This sentence, a word does not fall into the ears of Luo Heqing, he seems to realize what, can not wait to fly past, but he is weak, footsteps

Akira, everything in front of him seems to be blurred into the whiteness of falling snow. He presses on his own wound, and the wound in the abdomen suddenly has a severe tearing pain. But hehehe only hates pain and hurts enough, can't make him more awake. , Luohe Qing reached out and madly shouted: "Xiao... Xiao Yu..."

It can be as big as the wind and snow, but the sound of the river is so weak, but Xiao Yuan did not look at it from beginning to end. He closed his eyes and shook his hand with the hilt.

Then, a silver light cut through the sky and was also drawn into the eyes of the river.

However, for a moment, only the red and white were left in the world. The river looked at Xiao Yu'an with a clear eye. The movement was slow and slow, but the ground was extremely heavy. The snow on the ground suddenly flew a few inches, and the river was followed. His chest seems to be penetrated, and the heart is pulled out of the body alive, kneeling on the ground and trampled repeatedly, and the river whispered the last word, because the blood was fainting.

Scarlet infiltration into the snow and stained the earth, the hands of the two are only a few feet apart.

------------------------ The author has something to say-----------------------

About Xiao Zong.

When I was young, I saw my mother commit suicide, so that Xiao Zong knew from a young age that life and death could go. Later, his brother’s resentment also shaped him to fall into extreme self-blame and guilty character, so Xiao Zong actually It is a person who is smiling on the surface and is very vulnerable.