He said that when a sword is broken, a man dies.Could it be that the day he shattered his neck, he lost his life?Xiao Zijin gradually felt horrified. Could it be... could it be that he really... forced him to death?He wanted him to die wholeheartedly, but now that he seemed to be really dead, he found it unbelievable and unable to accept that Li Xiangyi was immortal and undefeated, and could still exist no matter how he spoke harshly to him or waved his sword at him.Gods...

How could he...really be dead?Did he die from the serious injuries he suffered that year?Was it because he refused to kill himself that day because——

Xiao Zijin's face instantly turned pale - could it be because he didn't want him to kill him with his own hands!He didn't want to do something he regretted, and he didn't want to know that he had threatened him to commit suicide - so he couldn't die then!If he had died at that time, Wanyuan would never forgive him.

So he jumps on a fishing boat and goes... somewhere else... to die alone.

Xiao Zijin's eyes were red. He died alone. Was there anyone around him when he died?Could anyone bury him and collect his body?

Looking back, the seaside was desolate, and there was a sound of sobbing. A few women in blue were crying in the distance. Ji Hanfo's face was ashen, Baijiang Quail sat on the ground, and Shi Shui walked back without saying a word.

Xiao Zijin raised his head and roared loudly, saying sternly: Where did you die?If you want to see a person alive or dead, you want to see a corpse. If you dig three feet into the ground and travel all over the world, I will also find you!%