"This...why is this! You have to let me 'die' to understand!"

Ting Yu walked helplessly in the direction of the barracks, complaining while walking.

"My lord wants to beat me with two hundred army sticks because of that lowly person? After these two hundred, will I still be alive?"

Xun Feng patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "You should be glad you didn't make you commit suicide on the spot."

"Is it so serious? I listened to what the Lord said before... I didn't pay much attention to that lowly person, why suddenly..."

"As subordinates, we can't guess the master's thoughts, but what you don't know is that in Ping Liang, my master and I encountered some troubles, and we were rescued by him at that time. Although the master is ruthless, but never revenge, I don't think he intended to kill Xiaoliu, otherwise, how could he find someone to replace him when he was in the cell, maybe the master kept him for other purposes, but the master's intention was completelyLet you ruin it, can he not be angry?" Xunfeng patiently explained.

"Just relying on that scumbag who didn't have half a skill in his hands? He also saved the master? Why do I not believe it?"

"Is there any truth to what I saw with my own eyes?"

"But no matter what he did, he still had bad intentions for Grandpa, and even hurt Grandpa. This is not enough for him to die a hundred times."

Xunfeng shook his head helplessly. He guessed what the master was thinking at that time. Although the master was sick, he still had martial arts, so he couldn't even subdue Xiao Liu who didn't have any martial arts at all, so... the intention was very simpleWell, it's not that simple just to explain it to Ting Yu.

"Okay, hurry up, I'll take you here."

Ting Yu nodded bitterly, and went to the barracks alone.

"Master, are you... unhappy? Could it be because of Xiao Liu?"

As soon as Xun Feng returned, he saw the man sitting in front of the desk, writing something on the rice paper at will, but the strokes were messy, as if his thoughts were not here.

The tip of the pen in his hand rested on the paper, causing a smudge in that stroke.

He seemed to hide the color in his eyes at that moment, "A trivial slave doesn't make me unhappy."

"Then you are because..."

He didn't seem to hear Xunfeng's words, but he opened his mouth and said: "You said... what was he thinking about before he died."

He looked out of the window, and there were sporadic snowflakes falling, and he moved unconsciously to the door.

Xun Feng hurriedly followed, "Maybe I'm thinking... It would be great if I could live my life again."

Shen Li looked at those crystal clear snowflakes, shook his head, "No, he was thinking... how to tear me into pieces."

Xun Feng's face froze, he didn't answer his words, but hurriedly took the fox fur from the couch and put it on him.

"Master, it's going to be winter too, and the winter wind is bitingly cold, it's not good for your health, you'd better go inside and rest."

Shen Li turned a deaf ear to it, but instead stepped down the steps and walked into the snow.

The snow seemed to be falling more and more vigorously, and after a while, the ground was covered, and the trees on the mountain were also covered with white clothes.

The tall figure of the man seemed to be submerged in the snow, and his black hair, which was as long as a waterfall, could be vaguely seen from behind.

Snowflakes fell on the fur collar of the fox fur, making his face more transparent and flawless.

Xunfeng followed behind him, for some reason, he always felt that this winter was unexpectedly cold, unexpectedly... lonely.

That figure walked forward step by step, and the back was as lonely as that dignified and gentle woman left more than ten years ago.