Chapter 3020

Shen Ning sits quietly beside him, no longer talking, no more tears.

She tore off a piece of lapel, and slowly wiped away the bloodstain on his face. The action was light and soft, as if afraid to wake him up.

Finally, it was wiped clean.

"By the way, I want to ask you one more thing. What's your real name?" She spoke slowly.

Although she knew he would not answer again, she asked.

Thousand face childe lies there peacefully, his face as before.

"I'll call you a thousand." Shen Ning Dao.

She bent down to pick up his body, and suddenly something fell from his hand.

It was a mahogany hairpin, which had been dyed red with blood.

Shen Ning looks at the hairpin. The carving is poor. It can be said that the hairpin is used by women. How could he, a man, take it with him?

Didn't he hate being treated like a woman?

However, the hairpin is so familiar that it seems to have been seen somewhere.

She slowly bent down, picked up the mahogany hairpin and looked at it.

Suddenly, a picture appeared in front of her.

"Qianqian, this hairpin is for you. Do you like it?" The speaker was herself. She was playing with a newly carved mahogany hairpin, and she was elated.

"Yes." It was a thousand face childe. He took it with a smile and put it on his head.

Originally, this hairpin was given to him by myself!

Shen Ning picked up the corner of her lips and laughed, which was part of her missing memory. She remembered some more.

But there was no joy in her heart, but sadness and melancholy filled her heart.

She put the peach wood hairpin back in his arms, and then picked up his body, very difficult, but she still did not let go.

Step by step.

She wanted to find a place with water and bury him with her own hands.

He was a killer before his death. His hands were stained with innocent blood. He must have regretted it. He would wash his hands with water after his death.

She heard the sound of water in her ear. It was a mountain spring. The spring was clear and transparent.

Right here.

He must like the beautiful scenery here.

The sky is white, the air is fresh, the birds in the morning are singing in the trees, singing sweet and beautiful songs.

The killing and bleeding at night is like a dream.

Shen Ning gently put down Qianmian childe, found a hard branch, and began to dig a hole.

After seeing the wind, he moved and wanted to help him.

Mo Chuan looked at him and shook his head slightly. Chasing the wind stopped his steps and stood quietly behind him.

Shen Ning was so tired that she finally dug a deep hole.

But when burying, she couldn't bear to let the beautiful face of Mr. Qian Mian be covered by the soil. She gently tore off a piece of lapel and covered his face, covering his calm face.

The soil fell a little bit.

No one would have thought that the most famous killer of Zixiao Pavilion in the world, Qianmian childe, would end up in a pile of loess.

Even if someone knows, no one will come here to pay homage to him.

So Shen Ning didn't even put up a tombstone.

She knew that he didn't need anyone to pay tribute to him, and he didn't want others to pay tribute to him.

He was proud when he was alive, and died The same pride.

Never for a moment did she feel that she knew him so well, her lonely and proud heart.

It's just that he's dead.

Shen Ning stares at the loess, like a stone statue.

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