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The head of the Leary's bridge, she left with such determination, just like that night when the wind took away all the thoughts in her heart and also stole away a part of her heart.

"Are you leaving again?" Mu Tu's voice was a little hoarse, but it was unusually distinct as it traveled into the black-robed man's ears.

One was walking on the wind, the other was walking on bamboo, and although he was staggering, he still clenched his teeth and persevered.

"Why aren't you talking? Are you trying to explain yourself?" Mu Tu's eyes trembled slightly with a tinge of sadness. He couldn't understand it, nor could he really understand it.

What exactly did she go through? Why was her poison arts so powerful, and why was it even more difficult than the sword scars on her fingers that were so eye-catching than the ones on her wrist, when compared to the fact that she was already an expert in First Rated Expert Level?

The black gowned person quietly helped Mu Tu clean the wound on his leg, his finger slid down his skin and became more and more shaky, as though he was enduring something, but at the same time, he was something that was hard to say. After staring deeply at Mu Tu for a moment, she stood up and was about to leave.

The gale was blowing gently on the bamboo leaves of the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound, the atmosphere was heavy, a burst of blade Qi suddenly burst out from Mu Tu's body, coldly rustling the surrounding bamboo leaves, leaving behind scars.

The black figure suddenly stopped, and the hoarse voice unconsciously sounded. "Let's go, don't chase after them. I have something important to do."

Her voice was cold and resolute, but her trembling arm seemed to reveal the struggle in her heart.

"Why? "Why didn't you tell me anything? You haven't given me any news for so long. Just what do you think I am?" Mu Tu looked at the black-robed figure's back with a puzzled expression. The light in his eyes became dimmer and dimmer, and his entire person seemed to be filled with a feeling of helplessness.

"Go back. If there is a chance one day, I will explain it to you in person. Perhaps, I won't see you again." A lonely voice came out from the corner of her mouth. Then, the black figure tapped the ground lightly and leaped out of the blue. She rapidly stepped onto the waves of the sea of bamboo as she sped off into the distance as if she was treading on the waves.

The man on the ground was dejected, and dejectedly waved the large, gold-threaded, silver-backed saber in his hand. The sound of a dragon's roar tore through the air, and it continuously gnawed at the bamboo around it. Very quickly, the bamboo forest was cleared out, leaving behind a young man kneeling on the ground and crying silently.

The black figure held onto the rock with one hand and grabbed onto his heart with the other. The veins on his wrist bulged, and his face, which was covered by the black sand, was also wet with tears. A pair of deep footprints was left on the rock beneath his feet, as if he was preventing himself from going down to meet with the person he loved.

"I can't go back. Ever since I chose to go back that day, I've been unable to go back!" Beneath the black veil, her lips were slightly parted, a trace of bright red flowing down from her lips. The faint sweetness covered the bitterness in her heart, and the youth below suddenly released his voice and roared. Piercing sword Qi caused ravines to appear on the ground.

Is he hating me? I must have hurt him! But she couldn't harm him! He looked at the black line on his wrist, which was slightly spreading. The palm strike, which contained a tiny bit of inner strength, violently struck his own chest. Immediately after, a mouthful of black as ink blood was instantly spat out.

The voice of the teenager under the bamboo forest was completely hoarse. He completely forgot about himself as he released his inner strength, while the energy around his body was concentrated and did not move at all. The dust around him started to rise, and his figure slowly became shrouded while his killing intent became faintly discernible.

Perhaps they would meet again! He didn't know what to say, so he could only bury his emotions deep down. She was still okay, her martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds, and that was enough. She would understand that she could only become better.

Maybe it was the last time that they would meet each other in broad daylight. Mu Tu, the man who was deeply ingrained in his memories, perhaps when they met again, he would not be willing to see the killing demon himself either!

Her hands were covered with evil, how could she face him, and he was living a good life, she needed to make a dark deal, running around for someone she hated, how could someone she hated have love, she understood his hatred, and so what!

Bright red blood flowed between her fingers, but she did not seem to feel any pain. That white figure slowly dissipated, gradually disappearing into the depths of the sea of trees. He did not turn back, and she did not want to wait any longer …