"You were also present at that fire." Zhen Mier's face was expressionless, "I remember you."
"It's not a good thing to be remembered in our line of work." The man sneered, and Zhen Mi'er curled her lips, "What Zi Xiu said is completely different from you."
"Zixiu?" The man repeated the name, "She became famous with the blood of the whole family of Hidden Sword Villa. Miss Zhen, you won't forget it, right?"
"I will not forget, and I dare not forget." Zhen Mier suddenly raised her voice: "Qian Wenxiang, the steward of Jingzhou, the former chief secretary of Baiyue Mansion, used the Hidden Sword Villa to harbor murderers. He watched the villa burn in front of his eyes. If you die without saving, you will be serving as an official of the imperial court in vain..."
"Miss Zhen, if Zixiu's white-eyed wolf hadn't been rescued by Hidden Sword Villa back then, the family would not have been destroyed." The man's face turned cold, "Zhen Mingxuan is to blame. As his daughter, how would you not know?"
Zhen Mi'er still curled her lips, but there was a hint of cruelty in her eyes, "If Hidden Sword Villa is only responsible for itself, what is the purpose of Qian Wenxiang sending you here now?"
The man narrowed his eyes and said, "Miss Zhen, how many people did Zixiu kill in the Xiahou family back then? If Hidden Sword Villa had not protected her, Lord Xiahou would have cut her into pieces..."
"If Qian Wenxiang is so loyal, it's not likely that Mr. Xiahou will reuse him." Zhen Mi'er snorted coldly, interrupting the man's words, "You are so loyal, wouldn't Qian Wenxiang also ask you to die? This shows that so-called loyalty , it also depends on his behavior..."
"What do you, a short-sighted woman, know?" the man spat disdainfully, cutting off Zhen Mier's next words.
Zhen Mier smiled contemptuously, "I know that Qian Wenxiang followed the influence of others. After betraying the Xiahou family, he took bribes and took human lives. He committed many crimes..."
"Shut up!" The man became angry, and Zhen Mi'er curled her lips, "Do you think that if you kill me today, you can cover up for Qian Wenxiang?"
"Those who are about to die don't need to talk nonsense." The man came with a sword in his hand, and Zhen Mi'er drew his sword to meet him, with a stern look on his face, showing no fear or retreat.
When masters fight each other, it's always an endless fight, only a matter of seconds. But Zhen Mier was not an expert, and she was defeated in a short time. When the blade swept by, the scene flashed back in her mind, and she recalled many things.
On a night with flames blazing into the sky, there was a man standing with a sword, an umbrella above his head... and the hands that held her tightly.
Sorry...
Zhen Mi'er slowly closed her eyes, but the next moment, what fell was not the knife in the man's hand, but a familiar urgent voice, "Zhen Mi'er, why didn't you tell me?"
The sound of swords clashing could be heard endlessly. Zhen Mier opened her eyes and saw the figure of the person beside her pillow. She hardened her heart and said coldly: "This is my revenge, I don't need you to avenge it for me."
Wan Jun's heart sank, "Hidden Sword Villa is not the only one who has been wiped out. You are not the only one who has a grudge. Zhen Mi'er, if you want revenge, when have I ever stopped you?"
"Wan Jun, it was me who dragged you down." Zhen Mier's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, "Wanhua Villa could have stayed out of the matter..."
"Zhen Mi'er, what are you talking about?" Wan Jun felt an unknown fire rising up. He had been married for several years, and it was not that he didn't know what Zhen Mi'er was doing. On the contrary, he knew it better than anyone else.
Once the rivers, lakes, and courts are mixed together, they become a pool of muddy water, and no one can escape unscathed. By now, Zhen Mier wanted to push him out, but it was too late.
It's too late...
Wan Jun's sword penetrated the man's chest fiercely, and warm blood fell on his body, staining his clothes red.
Zhen Mier's eyes turned red. If Wan Jun hadn't appeared at Hidden Sword Villa that year, he wouldn't have been targeted. Wanhua Villa will not be wiped out.
He was supposed to be a good doctor who was spotless and could help the world.
But now, he is wrapped in hatred, covered in blood, hidden in the undercurrent of the rivers and lakes, and is beyond recognition.
"I wronged you..." Zhen Mier heard her own voice, as light as a feather, but every word was so heavy that she couldn't breathe, "Wan Jun, let's make peace."
Wan Jun seemed to have never expected that Zhen Mi'er would say such a thing. He turned his head to look at her, and in an instant he lost all guard. He was shot through the shoulder by a cold arrow, but he still managed to stand up straight.
Zhen Mier flew to Wan Jun's side and blocked the rain of arrows from the sky for him, but she didn't have the courage to say what she just said again.
"Mi'er." Wan Jun took a deep breath, raised his arm with all his strength, and fought side by side with Zhen Mi'er, "If I can go back alive this time, I will support you no matter what you say."
Zhen Mier turned her head and looked over, and saw Wan Jun's eyes shining like stars, his lips clenched, and his stretched jawline showing indescribable perseverance, just like the night he dragged her out of the fire. .
At that time, she thought she saw the star in her life. But I forgot that stars can only appear at night.
So, after that night, Wan Jun lived with her in the boundless darkness, with no light at all.
"Mi'er, if she can do it, so can I." Wan Jun suddenly spoke, pretending to be relaxed, but it couldn't put Zhen Mi'er at ease.
Both of them were covered in glory, but the enemies were coming in waves, one after another, seemingly endless.
"You are not her, and neither am I." Zhen Mier sighed and said faintly: "Wan Jun, let me go while I can still hold on!"
"I won't leave." Wan Jun's face turned cold, and Zhen Mi'er gritted her teeth, "Huan'er needs a father..."
"Huan'er also needs a mother." Wan Jun's expression was sharp, almost ferocious against the blood on his face. "My Wan Jun's child must have both parents. Or, both parents must be dead."
Zhen Mier was choked to the point of being speechless. When she was distracted for a moment, an arrow grazed her arm, leaving a long blood mark.
"Okay." Zhen Mier took a deep look at Wan Jun, and as if she had made up her mind, she jumped up, reached an archer in a few steps, grabbed the bow from his hand, turned around and shot at his companion. arrow.
Although this method can make the enemy disorganize themselves, it is only temporary. In the long run, it is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap.
Wan Jun's face turned pale, and he wanted to kill to save others, but was blocked by heavy arrows, making it difficult to move even half a step.
"It's so sincere." A sigh covered all the sounds. Hong Tai stood on the tree and raised his palms.
Immediately, three arrows were shot out, and the person holding Zhen Mier fell down.
Fang Zilan's figure emerged from the shadow of the tree. She held a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other. She looked calm and composed, like a confident hunter on the hunting ground.
"Qian Wenxiang has escaped." Fang Zilan said casually as he put on his bow and arrow, "If you don't want to die, put down your weapons and capture him without mercy."
Seeing that the person who attacked had no intention of stopping, Fang Zilan killed him with arrows without mercy, killing three more people in the blink of an eye.
