The Villain Always Wants To Kill Me

(1) Total death

"Su...Miss Su was buried...in Baitou Mountain...by the Sansheng Stone." The passerby caught by Su Xingchen said in a trembling voice.

There was a bang in Su Xingchen's mind, and suddenly, he couldn't hear anything clearly, and he couldn't see anything.

He frantically ran towards Mount Baitu, all he knew was that his sister was still waiting for him.

Baitou Mountain, beside the Sansheng Stone.

A round of blood-red slanting sun hangs under the sky, amidst the withered and yellow grass, beside the huge stone eroded by wind and rain, a lonely tomb stands under the slanting sun, looking extremely desolate.

The soil is still new, and the stele is still new.

Su Xingchen's eyesight was excellent, before he got close, he could see clearly the words "Tomb of Beloved Wife" engraved on the newly erected stele in front of the tomb, and Duan Feibai's name was engraved on the person who erected the stele.

"Sister, sister..." Su Xingchen's eyes were about to split, and he ran towards the grave quickly. He tripped over something, and he threw himself out and fell to the ground. The knee seemed to hit a sharp stone, and there was a sharp pain.

Su Xingchen blankly raised his palm, the palm was bright red, he didn't realize it, he supported his body with his hands, trying to stand up.

The sharp pain from the knee became worse and worse, Su Xingchen was pale, straightened up unsteadily, and walked towards the grave.

A few steps away from the grave, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to his knees.

"Sister." Su Xingchen climbed up to the stone tablet step by step, raised his hand tremblingly to caress the words on the stone tablet, leaving a mottled blood stain on the place where his palm touched.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe that Sister would abandon me like this!" There seemed to be countless knives rolling in his chest, and a strong, sweet smell went straight to his throat, turning into a mist of blood.

The blood mist sprayed all over the stone tablet, staining the word "beloved wife" with blood.

Su Xingchen stared at the word "beloved wife" ferociously, his fingers almost digging into the stone tablet: "Sister is obviously mine, what qualifications do you have, Duan Feibai..." His gaze fell on Duan Feibai's name, and he grabbed the The sword that fell on the ground slashed fiercely towards the words on the tombstone, "Duan Feibai, you don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!"

The words Duan Feibai engraved on this tablet are an insult to sister.

After a few strokes, all of Duan Feibai's names had been erased, and Su Xingchen was finally satisfied.

He raised his sword again, and swiped his sword down a few more times. The place where Duan Feibai's name was originally engraved had been replaced by the words "Su Xingchen".

Su Xingchen held the stone tablet with both hands, pulled out the stone tablet vigorously, and threw it on the ground. Then, he knelt on the ground, digging the soil with both hands.

He dug up the whole tomb, revealing the black coffin inside. Su Xingchen's complexion was as pale as snow, and he stretched out his hands covered in blood and mud, and opened the coffin lid.

Inside the coffin, the red clothes were wrapped in dry bones, and beside the dry bones was a silver dagger.

"Sister—" Seeing the dead bones of the coffin, Su Xingchen vomited out a **** arrow again, his voice was shrill and desperate, "Sister, it's really you..."

Su Xingchen climbed into the coffin, held the bone in his arms, and placed it at the position of his heart, as if his sister was leaning on his arms.

"Sister, I am Xingchen, don't be afraid, Xingchen is with you." Su Xingchen's eyes were red, and he murmured in a low voice, hugging the bones, and slowly laying down in the coffin, "Sister, Xingchen said that in this life I don't want to live with you, but I want to die with you."

The blood-red sunset covered his cheeks, and slowly sank another inch. Su Xingchen glanced at the sunset with empty eyes.

A burst of hurried footsteps came towards this side.

Su Xingchen regained consciousness all of a sudden, and jumped up from the coffin, with strong hatred in his eyes: "No, I can't die yet, my revenge has not been avenged, the person who killed Sister is still alive, and Duan Feibai is still alive." Alive, how can I die!"

Holding the bone in both hands, he murmured like a lover's whisper: "Sister, wait for me a little longer on the road to Huangquan, and come to you when I kill my enemy."

(2) Tongsheng

It has been a long time since Duan Wushuang's battle against Mr. Ghost Killer. Duan Wushuang ordered to seal it up, the news of Young Master Gui disappearing out of thin air did not spread, everyone just thought it was Dongfang Yue who killed Young Master Gui.

Dongfang Yue sat on the position of the leader of the Wulin League as he wished, and the Flower God Sect quickly grew in the past six months, becoming the number one sect in the magic way, forming a rivalry with the Wulin League.

However, these have nothing to do with Su Xingchen, and now he only wants to guard his sister.

Su Xiyan was stabbed by Feng Linzhi's sword, but fortunately, the sword deviated from the heart, leaving Su Xiyan alive. No one knows whether this one-inch deviation was an accident, or whether Feng Linzhi was merciful.

Su Xiyan's health gradually improved, Su Xingchen didn't take the initiative to mention the period of her disappearance, and Su Xiyan never mentioned it, and they all treated it as if it never happened.

It's spring again.

The sun is slightly drunk, the smoke is curling up, and new morning glory blooms on the fence in front of the house.

In the kitchen, a steaming bowl of shredded pork noodles with green vegetables had just come out of the pan, and the air was filled with a rich fragrance of green onions. After the noodles were served, Su Xingchen fried another golden egg, spread it into a pancake shape, and covered the noodles superior.

In this way, a small bowl of noodles looks much richer.

"It's time to eat, sister!" Su Xingchen pushed open the door, bringing in a gust of wind, Su Xiyan just got up, her face was still dazed.

Su Xingchen sat beside Su Xiyan, pressed a kiss on her cheek, and asked ambiguously with a hoarse voice, "How comfortable was Xingchen serving you last night?"

Su Xiyan glanced at him with black and white eyes, she seemed a little embarrassed, her cheeks turned slightly rosy, and she lowered her head, refusing to speak.

Su Xingchen wrapped his arms around her neck, hugged her into his arms, and pressed a delicate kiss on the top of her head: "Sister, I love you."

After a while, Su Xiyan asked in a low voice: "Xingchen, where is the wedding dress I wore that day, I want to show you how to wear it again."

Although the two were already together, the wedding had not yet been officially held. Su Xingchen, who had always held Su Xiyan in his palm and loved him, seemed to have forgotten about it and never mentioned it.

Su Xiyan didn't want to speak out, so she could only hint him.

She didn't know what happened during her absence, she just remembered that she woke up in her wedding dress that day, Su Xingchen treated her well as always, but there was something missing, she could see through the previous one at a glance The little wolf dog with his thoughts, now he has learned to hide his thoughts, so that she can no longer see through them.

"That wedding dress has a hole, and I have already thrown it away. If sister wants to wear it, I will go down the mountain and cut a new one for sister." Su Xingchen's eyes darkened, lowered his eyelids, and said warmly.

"I don't like to wear wedding dresses, but I like to be a bride of stars..." Su Xiyan's tone was soft and flattering.

"I'll bring back another pair of red candles." Su Xingchen coaxed.

Su Xiyan suddenly smiled, and nodded her head heavily.

When Su Xingchen came back, he brought a pair of dragon and phoenix red candles. He lit the red candles, put on red clothes, and worshiped the sky and the earth with Su Xiyan facing the bright moon.

"As evidenced by the bright moon, Su Xingchen is willing to marry Su Xiyan as his wife. In this life, he will only love Su Xiyan. If he violates this oath, he will be fined by a thousand swords, and he will never..."

"Xingchen!" Su Xiyan interrupted him quickly, took his hand and pressed it to her heart, "I understand what Xingchen is thinking, so there is no need to swear such a heavy oath."

She was really afraid that those vows had come true.

No matter what, as long as Su Xingchen is still by her side and loves her, she is satisfied.

She has nothing left, she can't lose Su Xingchen anymore, no matter who he has in his heart or who he loves, as long as he still loves her, that's enough.

All she wanted from the beginning to the end was Su Xingchen's sincerity.

The red candle is shining brightly, and the bright moon is frost.

After the night had faded, the light from the sky shone through the half-opened window on the bed curtain. Su Xingchen opened his eyes, looked down at Su Xiyan who was leaning in his arms, and a warm current surged in his heart.

Su Xiyan was still sleeping, she was tired last night, Su Xingchen secretly kissed her, and looked up at the red candle on the table that had burned to the end.

The candle holder was filled with tears of wax, and it was glowing red.

The red candle seller was an old woman, and she saw that he was full of thoughts, so she couldn't help saying: "Young man, you are about to marry a wife, why are you not happy?"

Su Xingchen was stunned immediately: "How did the mother-in-law see me..."

"Your thoughts are all written on your face. Nine out of ten things in this life are unsatisfactory. If you are unhappy, you are not happy. Don't wrong your wife."

"What mother-in-law said is very true, but there is one thing I can't figure out." Su Xingchen frowned slightly, and said distressedly.

Today, he has restrained his violent temper a lot, and when he has distress and unhappiness, he will actively seek solutions, instead of acting recklessly like before, and being unhappy would kill others.

"Mother-in-law, tell me, how can one person love two people at the same time?" In front of Su Xingchen, there is always a figure that lingers, and that person has exactly the same face as Su Xiyan, but he knows that she is not Su Xingchen. Xi Yan.

She is also his sister, who treats him well and pampers him.

He can't forget her.

The mother-in-law laughed loudly when she heard the words: "This human heart is the most unpredictable. You see, there is no man in this world who has three wives and four concubines. What they love is never a person, but their love, too. After a short while, the woman loses her fresh and beautiful appearance, and this favor will come to an end."

"Of course I am not such a superficial person. Although my love is not as eternal as the sun, moon and stars, it will last until the end of my life."

"No matter how many people you love in your heart, the one in front of you is the most important. Listen to what your mother-in-law says, and take pity on the person in front of you."

"Pity the person in front of you..." Su Xingchen murmured and repeated, suddenly curious, "How many people has Grandma loved?"

The mother-in-law smiled, and said frankly, "I have two husbands. When they were alive, I loved them like my life."

Su Xingchen suddenly understood: "Grandma, I understand!"

He has two good sisters, he loves them like his life, no matter who he gets in the end, the one in front of him is the one he should spend his whole life cherishing.

"Sister, I love you." Su Xingchen hugged Su Xiyan tightly, and whispered in her ear.

Su Xiyan in her sleep couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth.

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