In the 15th year of Chongwu, winter.

"Miss, don't cry, I will take you away now..." said the woman wearing a stroll.

But what happened, the world did not fulfill its wishes.

The woman walked through the market with her girl in her arms, stumbled all the way, knocking down many vendors' goods, which attracted scolding. She ignored her, as if nothing could hide the fear in her eyes. The only thing she had to do now was to escape.

She ran to the messy residential area, with no lights in the house, and roughly everyone went to the Lantern Festival, and the whole environment became a little dark and heavy.

The cold wind blew by, and the screams of wild cats sounded strange and gloomy.

There was a dead end in front of me, and there was no way out. The woman screamed in fear, crying and helpless.

"Hahaha! Let's see where you escape this time." A cold and arrogant voice sounded in the dark, with confidence that you must win.

"He asked you to kill us?" The woman's face turned pale and covered with sweat. She hugged the girl in her arms tightly.

"You must die today." On the eaves of the night, a man in gray shirt said coldly. People in black were covered with men in black.

"I beg you to kill me, but please let this child go." The woman became even more excited, and her whole body couldn't help but twitch.

The toes on the eaves lightly pointed, and a long sword with snow had already fallen on the woman's neck.

"I beg you, please, let this child go..." the woman begged, sweat and tears on her face kept dripping on the sword.

The man in gray sneered, his hands started to fall, and the misty snowflakes listened to the long night, which was extremely quiet.

Just looking at the lines of bright red falling to the ground, like plum ink, embellishing the endless paleness of the world.

Suddenly, there was a strong cold wind. Before the man in black could figure out what was going on, the baby girl was already held in his hand by an uncle.

The uncle looks like a sword-eyed eyebrows and starry-eyed look. He looks over thirty years old, but he is still elegant.

The man in gray was shocked and shouted angrily: "Who is here? How dare you ruin good things for me? I will kill you."

The uncle laughed loudly, his voice loudly, "I am Langyue Village, Qin Xiaotian is the same."

After the words came to an end, before the man in black could react, the wind was already sweeping the clouds. In a moment, everyone fell down one by one.

Qin Xiaotian held the baby girl, and his eyes were filled with a crazy laugh, "From now on, you will be called Qin Xiyue, my daughter. If anyone dares to touch you, I will ask him to give me a minute."

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The 30th year of Chongwu, spring, the sixteenth day of April.

On the banks of the East Lake River.

The wind shadow moved, the peach blossoms fell, scattering into pink and white on the ground. A peach blossom slowly fell, lying quietly in Li Yunqing's palm, vaguely seeing those scenes of yesterday...

Baili Yi walked from behind, staring at her quietly for a while before reminding her: "It's time to leave."

Li Yunqing closed her ink-colored pupils, which contained an invisible look. She opened the pot of wine in her hand and slowly poured it into the lake water.

A long sigh came from her mouth, "Young Master Lingya, Miss Mo Xian, it's easy to walk on the road to the underworld!"

Until the pot of wine in her hand was finished, she shook her hand and threw the pot into the lake.

Baili Yi saw it and said leisurely, "It's a pity that a hero is a hero. He is rare to know each other, but he has never said a heartfelt word, so the yin and yang are separated..."

Some fragments flashed in his heart, and they were interrupted before they could catch them.
Chapter completed!