He raised the corner of his mouth weakly. At least he had protected his daughter's flesh and blood, and he could go down to see her.

He murmured, "I want to go back on behalf of Ma Yibeifeng... Your grandma has been waiting for me for a long time."

Zhou Yitian roared with heartache, "Don't talk nonsense! It's me they want to kill, and I deserve to die. Come back to Beijing with me, and I'll kill them all, I'll kill them all!"

Gu Qiaocheng felt a burning pain in his chest, "It's time for you to be sensible."

Even if you know that there is only one person in the world who wants to take Zhou Yitian's life, but there is no evidence, if you really kill someone impulsively, you will have to pay for it when the time comes.

Zhou Yitian's heart hurt like a needle, and he couldn't stop the tears pouring from his eyes.

Gu Qiaocheng's heart softened and he sighed to him, "Don't be arrogant, don't be impetuous, don't be crazy, don't be afraid." As if he had exhausted his last bit of strength, he said angrily, "The Supreme One is the most strong, patient... I still hope that you... become famous all over the world."

Zhou Yitian watched in despair as Gu Qiaocheng closed his eyes, took his last breath, and shouted, "Grandpa!"

Tears filled Zhao Xiaoya's cheeks, and a corner of her heart was broken this night. Even if she recovered, she still knew that the scars would always be there.

[The impure description in this paragraph has been deleted, I am extremely sorry]

The chaos and bloodshed in the bamboo house had been cleaned up, and it seemed like it was the same as before, but everyone knew that everything was different.

Gu Liang chased and killed the remnants and captured two alive, who are now hanging from the beams in the corridor of the bamboo building.

Zhou Yitian asked his men to clean up the men in black inside and outside the bamboo house, and threw the corpses into the valley to feed the wild animals, telling them not to get rid of the corpses even after they died.

Zhao Xiaoya stared blankly at Zhou Yitian, who had a serious face. What came to his mind was the unsmiling and ruthless nature of his previous life on the battlefield.

Inexplicably, she was afraid that he would have a vicious mouth when they first met, and he would occasionally disappear carelessly... Her eyes were lowered, covered with a layer of inexplicable pain.

The two living mouths were very tough, determined not to reveal any information, and even tried to negotiate terms.

After Zhou Yitian heard this, he stood up and walked over. When Zhou Yue saw him, he immediately stepped aside.

The captured man looked at Zhou Yitian with bloodshot eyes.

If Zhou Yitian's bravery last night against many enemies was frightening and chilling, now his cold eyes are even more chilling. It's not because they are loyal, but because they know that if they tell everything, there will be only death. If they keep silent, there may be a glimmer of hope.

Zhou Yitian looked at the two of them expressionlessly, without moving his eyes. Before they could say a word, he had already drawn Zhou Yue's sword and cut off one of them's head.

The other man saw his companion's body and head separated and looked at Zhou Yitian in horror.

Zhou Yitian didn't give him a chance to speak, and used the same technique to kill him with one sword. Blood splattered on his body and face, but he didn't blink.

Zhou Yue on the side was shaken all over, and he took the sword handed over by Zhou Yitian with a confused mind. The blood on the sword peak dripped to the ground.

"Clean it up." Zhou Yitian's voice had no warmth at all, and the disappearance of human life could no longer stir up waves in his eyes.

"Master, you lost too much blood." Gu Liang looked calm and walked to Zhou Yitian's side, turning a blind eye to the blood beside him. "It's not too late to rest for a few days before rushing on."

Zhou Yitian looked at Gu Liang coldly, turned around and entered the room, saying without any warmth, "Burn this place down and return to Beijing immediately."

Zhao Xiaoya, who was in the corner, suddenly came back to her senses when she heard this and looked up at Zhou Yitian. Even though she couldn't see clearly the look in his eyes with his head lowered, she could feel the gloomy aura emanating from him.

Zhou Yue was worried and could only turn to Zhao Xiaoya for help.

Zhao Xiaoya met his gaze and finally chose to remain silent.

Zhou Yitian wanted to bring Gu Qiaocheng back to Beijing for burial as soon as possible. Zhou Yue had no choice but to have others take care of him.

Zhao Xiaoya slowly walked toward Zhou Yitian. Gu Liang glanced at her defensively, but in the end he thought of something and silently retreated to the door.

Zhao Xiaoya lowered her eyes and noticed that he was playing with a pair of wolf fangs in his hand. She had seen him hanging them around his neck in a previous life and had never taken them off. She wanted to be sarcastic, but now she knew where they came from.

She reached out to touch his face, but he turned aside and dodged her hand.

Her hand was frozen in mid-air, and now he couldn't even get close to her.

She retracted her hand, lowered her eyes and stepped aside, looking at him quietly, understanding sadly that some things had their own destiny, and even if she was reborn, she could not change the fate of others.

Sitting on the carriage, Zhao Xiaoya couldn't help but lift the curtain of the carriage, and she could see the flames flashing in the direction of the bamboo forest in the distance.

All kinds of memories flashed through my mind, and in the end, only an imperceptible sigh remained.

Her eyes fell on Zhou Yitian, who was wearing a moon-white robe and a black cloak, riding a horse upright. From the beginning to the end, he never looked back.

She reluctantly let go of her hand and looked back at him.

Leaning her head lightly against the car wall, she cried silently. Inexplicably, she knew that he was hiding from her and he didn't want her to get close.

If there is no need, there will be no pain. Is this the final outcome?

There are some sorrows that no one can understand and you can only heal on your own.

If Zhou Yitian insists on not letting her get close, there is nothing she can do.

The snow fell early this year, and the closer we got to the capital, the colder it became. The cold wind blew heavy snow across the sky, and in just one night, the sky and the earth turned pale.

Zhao Xiaoya knew that she was sick, her throat was burning, and her body was hot, but she still managed to keep herself up without anyone noticing, as she did not want to affect the group's journey.

Zhou Yitian didn't even get on the carriage, nor did he want to rest. He hurried all the way back to Beijing.

Zhao Xiaoya could only suppress her worries about him in her heart. She leaned against the car wall weakly, coughed a few times, and became drowsy.

She originally thought that if she was different, her ending would be different, but now she realizes that she thought she had changed, but nothing has changed...

In her daze, she seemed to be back in her previous life, standing in front of Zhou Yitian with her head bowed respectfully, looking at the animal tooth bracelet in his hand that she lent him to see. The wolf tooth pendant around his neck flashed past her lowered eyes. She tried to reach out to touch it, but she only missed it.

In the blink of an eye, the scene came to the capital city where the ice and snow had melted - he would get married tomorrow. In the night, standing on the Jingfu Bridge, one could see the lanterns and decorations of the Marquis Mansion in the distance.

She walked up the bridge holding the medicated meal that the Hou Mansion specially asked her to send in person. She stopped unexpectedly and looked at the bustle of the Hou Mansion in the distance.

She couldn't hear and didn't know someone was approaching behind her. When she realized something was wrong, she turned around and saw a pair of hands pushing towards her. There was a red birthmark on the inside of her right wrist.

There were still ice fragments from the melting snow in the flowing water. She was too frozen to struggle, and she couldn't struggle away from the terrible suffocation feeling.

The scene switches to a fire that burned down the bamboo forest. The fire seemed to have burned everything, but nothing was burned, because the traces can be erased, but the scars are engraved in the heart.

Perhaps despite all her efforts, she could not escape her destiny.

She was in pain, as if there was a fire burning in her chest. She suddenly opened her eyes and met Zhou Yitian's gaze, which was very close at hand.

She was confused for a moment. She wanted to speak but was surprised to find that she had lost her voice and couldn't use her strength.

"The girl has caught a cold. When she wakes up, drink some medicine and rest for a while, she will be fine." The doctor said respectfully.

Zhou Yue thanked him and invited the doctor out.

The doctor wrote down the medicine order and couldn't wait to pack his things.

Two days ago, Zhou Yue came to visit. He thought it was an ordinary medical visit. Who knew that he was taken to a small village on the outskirts of the city and could not return home until now.

Zhou Yitian, who was sitting by the bed, was filled with evil spirits, and his eyes were always fixed on the unconscious girl. He had no doubt at all that if something happened to this girl, he would not be able to walk out of Zhuangzi intact.

Now I am so grateful that this girl finally wakes up and can leave with her own life.

Zhao Xiaoya was so weak that she could only turn her eyes and look around.

Zhou Yitian didn't say anything, he just lifted her up and let her lean against him, and got a glass of warm water for her to drink from his hand.

After drinking enough, she shook her head weakly.

Zhou Yitian put down the cup.

Leaning against his body, Zhao Xiaoya looked around. The room was elegantly furnished. A wooden screen separated the inside and outside. Zhou Yue, who was leading the doctor away, could be vaguely seen outside.

"This is the Gu family's old residence." Zhou Yitian noticed her confusion and spoke in a deep voice.

This meant that they had arrived. She weakly forced out a smile and tried her best, but the sound was inaudible.

He listened carefully and heard her say "Grandpa" and replied: "He will be buried the day after tomorrow."