"By the way, I can also capture Shen Fengxue and let you deal with it."

Yu Xinghe seemed to be possessed by a demon, murmuring and repeating: "Leave it to me... to deal with it?"

"Yes." The demon cultivator said lazily, "I know where he is in seclusion. He has lost half of his Yuan Dan. He is no match for me. As long as I go out, I will definitely capture him alive."

As if he had grasped some hope, Yu Xinghe swung his sword towards Mu Ban like crazy, and his pupils suddenly turned completely scarlet.

Become possessed by one thought.

"Okay." Yu Xinghe's long hair was flying, his pupils were scarlet, and his face was full of madness, "As long as I can kill Shen Fengxue, as long as I can..."

As long as Shen Fengxue can be killed and the ruthless eyes that have never looked at him seriously can look at him properly, then why not deceive the master and destroy the ancestor?

The demon cultivator laughed, and all the chains around him were broken, hitting the ground like rain.

He had a demonic appearance and his pupils were scarlet. As if he was not afraid of pain, he pulled out Lin Xiachun from his chest and threw it aside.

In front of him were Yu Xinghe, who had been bewitched, and Mu Ban, who was half-blooded and dying.

Memories fly by quickly.

Mu Ban held the long sword in his hand and penetrated Yu Xinghe's heart bit by bit.

Yu Xinghe smiled grimly and grabbed Mu Ban's wrist tightly, struggling and saying: "...If you are not afraid of death, go and look for him now. Maybe you can still find his body before the snow covers it."

Mu Ban violently pressed him against the boulder, and with a bang, Yu Xinghe's neck was almost crushed.

"You...impossible." Mu Ban gritted his teeth, "Why did you do this? Master has never had a grudge against you. Your country was slaughtered, but you don't blame the person who wielded the butcher's knife. Do you want to blame someone who doesn't want to save you? Why?! He has no obligation to save you at all."

Yu Xinghe smiled with blood on his lips: "Then why did he save you? You and I started together. I am obviously better than you in everything, but I can't beat you anywhere. I still want to ask, why? "

Yu Xinghe has been jealous since he was a child, and he and Mu Ban joined Shen Fengxue's family, but never got a look from Shen Fengxue.

After all these years, Yu Xinghe clearly remembers that Shen Fengxue only said one sentence to him.

That day he happily went to find Shen Fengxue, intending to take the fire spirit stone that he had spent countless spirit stones to give to his master. In order to prevent the master from forgetting, he even carved a crooked word on the spirit stone with trembling hands. "Yu".

When they arrived at Fanjiangju, Shen Fengxue was holding Mu Ban's wrist from behind and teaching him how to practice calligraphy.

The smile on Yu Xinghe's face disappeared for a moment, and immediately showed a brighter smile. He happily stepped forward and saluted: "Xinghe has met Master."

Shen Fengxue's cold eyes seemed to be able to hold only one person. He kept staring down at Mu Ban in his arms, without even looking at Yu Xinghe, and just nodded casually.

Yu Xinghe had long been accustomed to Shen Fengxue's indifferent temperament, and did not flinch. He held the delicate small box and said: "Xinghe heard that the master was afraid of the cold, so he found the fire spirit stone and hoped that the master would accept it. .”

Shen Fengxue finally raised his eyes, glanced at the box without any waves, and said coldly: "No need, just take it back."

Yu Xinghe, who was about to open the box with a smile, was suddenly stunned.

No need, take it back.

He didn't want the fire stone that could dispel the cold, but Mu Ban clumsily weaved a grass ring out of straw stems, but he regarded it as a treasure.

How could there be such a huge difference in this world?

On that day, Yu Xinghe didn't even remember when he went back to Changying Mountain, but he still remembered the way Shen Fengxue looked at dead things.

As Yu Xinghe spoke, his pupils were a little blurry. At that moment, he seemed to have regained the last trace of clarity from somewhere. His pupils were staring blankly into the void, and he murmured in a hoarse voice.

"Obviously, Xinghe respects him so much."

"But why, no matter how hard I try, he can't see me?"

"Little senior brother." Yu Xinghe gently grabbed Mu Ban's sleeve, and tears slowly flowed from his scarlet eyes. He cried and said, "Did I do a bad job? Didn't I work hard enough? I have lived a poor life. They all tried their best to get his appreciation, but why did he..."

Yu Xinghe finally ran out of strength, his hands slowly dropped, his pupils dilated slightly, and he tried his best to say the last words of his life.

"Why... never look at Xinghe?"

"Master..."

Mu Ban knelt in front of Yu Xinghe's increasingly cold body and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he wiped away his tears and pulled Lin Xiachun out of Yu Xinghe's chest.

He buried Yu Xinghe's body, which was regarded as the last friendship between the two of them.

Then Mu Ban jumped down from the cliff of Yuxu Mountain in Liren Peak, braved the cold wind that was unstoppable even in the Mahayana period, and set off towards the ice field with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

In the ice field, the only ones that can survive are the wild beasts.

Mu Ban relied on Shen Fengxue's Yuan Dan to search inch by inch in the huge ice field. After an unknown amount of time, he finally found Shen Fengxue.

Shen Fengxue was still dressed in white, with slightly drooped eyelashes. In her palm was a fire spirit stone engraved with the crooked word "Yu", which melted the oncoming wind and snow into frost.

That spiritual stone was the last time Yu Xinghe saved Shen Fengxue's face, preventing him from being exposed in the wilderness and eaten by wild beasts.

He was in the long ice field, and wherever he could see, there was the ever-burning lantern on Yuxu Mountain.
Chapter completed!