He knelt down, held Xin Yue's thin and delicate chin, and forced her to look at him. He curled his thin lips and said, "In order to prevent my wife from being heartbroken, I must not kill him."

Hearing this, Xin Yue felt no joy at all, because she saw something in his eyes that could destroy the world, unfathomable, and bottomless.

"Cut up that thing that is passed down from generation to generation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thunder suddenly exploded in the gloomy sky, rumbling and shaking the eardrums.

Xin Yue looked at Chu Zhiling in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Didn't Madam ask me to spare his life? I won't kill him, but," his cold hand stroked her delicate jade cheek, his eyes suddenly turned cold, "I will never let you like him again.

Opportunity!”

Xin Yue's pupils shrank, and his clear eyes were so deep that they seemed frozen.

Chu Zhiling turned his head and said, "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and get the knife for me!"

A flash of lightning shot across the sky and earth, illuminating the boy's pale jade cheek. It was clear that he was about to accept the most cruel punishment, but his expression was lighter than everyone else's, as if he was watching an insignificant show.

He is outside the office, dressed elegantly in white, calm and outstanding.

"I'll do it myself." He moved his lips, and his voice was as soft and harmonious as ever, light, like a breeze passing by.

Chu Zhiling raised an eyebrow and signaled the pirate to give him the knife.

The wind suddenly blew up one after another, and the leaves on the ancient cherry blossom trees swayed with the wind. A few black butterflies flew to the shoulders of Xia Chuan Baiyi, but in an instant, they flapped their wings and ran away again.

Xia Chuan's hands were very white and slender. He took the knife, pursed his lips, and looked at it. The snow-white blade reflected his flawless face. He moved his hands and dropped the sword to the ground with a clang.

"Give me the great Japanese katana."

Migratory birds traveling from north to south hovered in the low altitude, emitting neck-necking calls from time to time. The sky became darker and darker, and the dark clouds piled thicker and thicker, as if heavy rain was coming at any time.

The pirate who handed the sword was a little impatient and wanted to pick and choose. However, he still stood aside, took a big sword from Tazawa Yihuang's servant samurai, and threw it to Xia Chuan.

Xia Chuan took the knife, a faint light bloomed between his eyebrows. He looked at his reflection in the snow-colored blade, raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled.

He was wearing a white dress with loose ribbons, and a seemingly careless smile at the corner of his mouth. The faint sunlight shone on his hair, like a slowly flowing stream, soft and moist.

He stood under the tree, his clothes were flying, his eyes were clear, like a light and faint ink painting.

He held the handle of the knife and smiled calmly.

"No, Xia Chuan, no! Xia Chuan, put down the knife, do you hear me?" Xin Yue suddenly shouted sharply.

The young man with picturesque features shook his head and smiled, his eyes as clear as clouds washed by the rain, clean without any impurities:

"I'm fine. You, take care of yourself, don't do stupid things all the time, don't take some things too seriously, just live your life and don't feel like you owe anyone." He looked at her anxiously.

With red eyes, half pity and half helplessness, she smiled softly, as gentle and elegant as a lotus flower, "Be strong."

Xin Yue pursed his lips tightly. His voice was very pure and warm, and his tone was also very soft. Just like that time in Jinsha Bay where pirates were raging, he came desperately and used this gentle and almost encouraging voice to speak.

She whispered in her ear:

"Xin Yue, cheer up."

The knife in Xia Chuan's hand shone with a cold color.

"Chu Zhiling, let him go." Xin Yue turned his head, looked at Chu Zhiling with a cold face, and said in a cold voice, "Do you know that doing this is equivalent to killing a man?"

There was a thin mist in her eyes, as bright as broken glass, with a slight ripple of light.

Chu Zhiling was startled, then raised her chin, looked at it carefully, raised the corner of her mouth and said with a smile: "You are going to cry."

"If something happens to Xia Chuan today, you don't have to have a child. I will never keep him." She forced back the emotion in her eyes, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and looked at him calmly.

There were several birdsong from a very far distance, a long and shrill cry, the white bird wings penetrated into the gray clouds, and disappeared in an instant. Suddenly, there was a thunder, and it seemed that somewhere was on fire.

, the air was suddenly filled with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke.

Chu Zhiling narrowed his narrow eyes, and the turbulence hidden in them seemed to be able to tear her apart. In a moment, he smiled nonchalantly: "You can't do it. You love this child, you can't do it."

"Then see if I can do it." Xin Yue raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, his expression indifferent and cold.

Chu Zhiling's expression darkened, and he pinched her chin so hard that he felt like he was going to crush her chin, but she didn't say a word.

He suddenly let go of her chin, stood up, and laughed loudly: "You use the child's life as a bargaining chip to threaten me?" He turned to Xia Chuan, raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "At this speed, do you want me to personally

Do you want to do it?"

"Chu Zhiling!" Xin Yue looked at the bloodthirsty and cruel man in front of her and couldn't help but scream. She suddenly felt that the vine locks tied to her body were so uncomfortable that she could hardly breathe.

Xia Chuan looked at Chu Zhiling expressionlessly, and then turned the cold sword in his hand. Suddenly, a loud thunder roared over his head. Tazawa Nana screamed in fright, hugged her father's feet tightly, and started crying.

, the air was filled with shrill whimpering sounds.

Xia Chuan's eyes were like water flowing across the girl's thin face, and her begonia-colored lips were slightly opened: "Don't feel bad."

This sentence made Xin Yue purse her lips tighter, her brows furrowed and her face turned pale.

"Actually, what I hope most is that one day, you can be my fault-finder." He sighed very lowly, his face still calm, and there were traces of things in his eyes that others couldn't understand. It was a kind of

The vicissitudes that cannot bear the weight of the years are mixed with the flawless transparency of jade, layer upon layer spreading in the corners of the eyes, and the darkness of the sky is endless.

Make a mistake...make a mistake...

A red maple leaf hovers and falls, reflecting the girl's clear and flawless eyes, giving it a stunning and poignant beauty.

Xin Yue was stunned for a moment, all the color drained from her face, and then she yelled out of control: "No! Live, Xia Chuan! Live!"

The bells of the temple could be heard in the distance, and the green lanterns of the distant ancient temple seemed to be whimpering with rhymes. The child wrapped around his father seemed to be frightened by this scene, and he cried loudly at the top of his lungs.

The young man under the cherry blossom tree was thin and his black hair was dancing in the wind, as if it was about to be blown away at any moment. He picked up the knife with both hands, his face as calm as ice and snow, and slowly pointed the tip of the knife at himself.

of lower abdomen.

Jiecuo... Jiecuo... seppuku...

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