On New Year's Eve, it was more lively than yesterday. There were continuous sound of firecrackers early in the morning, and even a girl in silver armor jumped onto the eaves to sweep the snow, laughing and laughing.
Qiu Jiang sat in front of the mirror and did her makeup.
She has always been dull-eyed and dressed in simple clothes, but now that she put on a new scarlet dress, her whole person is different immediately.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Qiu Jiang seemed to see a little girl in white clothes sitting in front of the mirror, her eyes bright and full of curiosity; then, the white clothes turned into green clothes, and the eight or nine-year-old girl also turned into a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. The expression was cowardly, cowardly and docile; then, the green clothes turned into monk robes, and he grew into a heartless, hippie smiling face of eighteen or nineteen years old...
In the end, she returned to vermilion, her hair was tied up, she was painted with rouge, and she had the smell of fireworks.
Qiu Jiang stretched out her finger, pressed it on her face in the mirror, and murmured: "Spring dew doesn't dye it, doesn't autumn frost change it...it's just an agate made of ghost blood..."
After finishing speaking, he backhanded and covered the mirror upside down.
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After the snow was swept away, the girls in silver armor left. There were not many servants in Caomuju, and some were sent home for the New Year, leaving only a few homeless people.
Among these few people, there are those who never give up.
When Qiu Jiang saw him, he remembered that he hadn't seen Meng Buli for many days. Did he follow Xie Changyan? It's strange, King Yan wanted to protect Xie Changyan, why didn't he appoint his own guards, instead he transferred people from Feng Xiaoya? And Xie Changyan, without the status of queen-to-be, is just an ordinary daughter of Qingliu, why did you send Meng Buli to protect her?
Anyway, it's good to go. The fewer people in Caomuju at the moment, the better for her.
When Qiu Jiang walked into the main room, the **** flower was about to bloom, but it still didn't bloom. She added a lot of hot water to the ditch, and the steaming water vapor made her vision blurry.
Qiu Jiangli stood by the door and watched the hazy **** flowers until Jiao Buqi came to invite her: "Madam, the dinner is ready. My son invites you over."
Qiu Jiang hummed, put down the water ladle, got up and left, walked a few steps, but turned back, and looked at the flowers again, they were still not in bloom.
She didn't hesitate anymore, followed Jiao Buqi out of the courtyard, and came to the courtyard where Feng Letian lived. At this moment, the door of the flower hall is half open, and the melodious sound of the piano can be heard from inside. As soon as Qiu Jiang heard it, she knew it was Feng Xiaoya.
The sound of the piano is soothing and smooth, which shows that he is also very relaxed and happy, with a little joy and anticipation, which makes the listeners feel happy too.
Qiu Jiang forced a smile, lifted the curtain and walked in.
The flower hall was decorated with lights and festoons, and everyone had a seat. Feng Letian, the host, was cooking soup with his sleeves rolled up on a small stove. Let's drink."
Gong Xiaohui, who was sitting next to Feng Xiaoya, immediately said, "I can only drink three cups."
Feng Letian showed a look of embarrassment, Gong Xiaohui frowned and was about to say something, Feng Letian hurriedly interrupted her: "It's okay, just drink three glasses! Three glasses!"
Qiu Jiang walked over and knelt down beside him.
Only then did Gong Xiaohui retract her gaze, took out a pipe of flute from her sleeve, and played it to Feng Xiaoya's tune.
Feng Xiaoya was concentrating on playing the piano without distraction, and the melody became more brisk and joyful.
Besides him, there are Jiao Buqi and two old servants who Qiu Jiang looked at in the hall, a total of seven people.
Feng Letian greeted: "Try it while it's hot, I cook all the dishes today."
An old servant said: "Master Xiang's cooking skills are the best in the world!"
Another old servant kicked him and said disdainfully, "Ass."
"If there is one, don't eat it!"
"I don't!" Seeing that the two were arguing, Gong Xiaohui, who was playing the flute, had to stop and shout: "You two, if you continue to quarrel, get out!"
The two old servants Qiqi flinched, and immediately shut their mouths and did not speak.
It seems that these two are servants brought back by Gong Xiaohui, no wonder they haven't seen them before. When Qiu Jiang was thinking casually, Ting Fengletian asked her: "Eleventh, do you want some soup?"
"OK."
Feng Letian scooped out a bowl of hot soup with vegetable leaves floating in the cup and handed it to Qiu Jiang. Qiu Jiang smelled a familiar aroma, drank it again, and immediately opened her eyes wide.
Feng Letian blinked at her, and the two exchanged a tacit look.
Feng Letian sprinkled a few green onions into it: "This soup has been simmered for a long time, so you should drink it while it's hot."
"Yes, father-in-law." Qiu Jiang held the bowl and thought, using the wine as water to boil the bones, and then adding a bunch of vegetable leaves to it, Feng Letian could do this.
But his cooking skills are really good, with so many messy things added, this wine is actually quite delicious.
The sky was getting dark outside the window, and the lights in the hall were flickering, making Feng Xiaoya, who was sitting on the east side playing the piano, like a jade.
After a slippery tone, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Qiu Jiang, with a solemn expression, but also a radiant brilliance, showing no concealment of affection.
Qiu Jiang's heart skipped a beat suddenly, the soup bowl in her hand was about to spill, Feng Letian reached out to hold it steady for her.
In sight, Feng Letian smiled slightly at her: "It's okay."
However, Qiu Jiang's vision became blurred, like boiling soup on the stove, trying desperately to spill out. At this moment, Feng Xiaoya's piano suddenly stopped: "Who?"
As soon as the words were finished, all the candles in the hall were extinguished, including the stove, which was extinguished by the water with a screeching sound.
While the world was darkening suddenly, several winds leaped in from outside.
Feng Xiaoya stretched out her hand to pull Gong Xiaohui behind her, plucked the piano with her backhand, and struck somewhere. There was a muffled snort immediately.
Gong Xiaohui took the opportunity to take out the flint from her bosom, and polished it with a "squeak". The moment the fire came on, Feng Xiaoya saw four more people in the hall.
A gust of wind rushed over, and the flint shimmered immediately, Gong Xiaohui didn't know what hit her, and let out a cry of surprise.
"Hide!" Feng Xiaoya said, and threw the qin towards the source of the wind sound, at the same time, drew a soft sword from the qin, and fought with the opponent.
There was no more light in the dark room, and the sound of heavy breathing and messy fighting sounded from time to time in the dark flower hall.
Feng Xiaoya felt that the other party was using a knife, and the speed was extremely fast, so she used the word "drag", and used the soft sword to drag and stick to the other party's knife. Sure enough, the man slowly became impatient, and his moves became more and more ruthless.
Feng Xiaoya finally found a loophole, wrapped her sword around the blade, and with a shake, the opponent's knife immediately came out of her hand, and it fell to the ground with a crisp clanging sound.
Feng Xiaoya was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, when Qiu Jiang's muffled groan suddenly sounded from a certain corner, Feng Xiaoya immediately turned around and rushed over there, kicking over a lot of debris along the way, but when he arrived there, a large A net fell from the sky and bound him tightly.
Then, light the candle with both hands, and insert the candle into a lampstand.
The entire flower hall regained its meager light.
I saw a mess in the hall, Jiao Buqi, Gong Xiaohui and two old servants fell to the ground, unconscious.
The candlelighter was a fat man in his forties, with a sickly face and two big bags under the eyes. Standing beside him was a young man in his twenties who looked like a bamboo pole, holding his hand, blood dripped from the tiger's mouth, because he was injured by Feng Xiaoya's strings at the very beginning .
In addition, there was also a well-behaved and beautiful boy who looked like a little girl, but his expression was full of hostility. After glaring at Feng Xiaoya fiercely, he walked over and picked up the knife on the ground. Curled the blade.
One person on the beam sighed: "Daodao, your knife is so fragile."
Feng Xiaoya looked up at the speaker, he was a young man with a round face and slender eyes, his eyes narrowed into two straight lines when he smiled, looking very kind: "Mr. He's martial arts are indeed well-deserved."
Feng Xiaoya ignored him and continued to search, but neither Qiu Jiang nor her father was seen. where did they go Into the inner room?
"It's up to me in the end, ha ha." The young man with a round face smiled and grabbed the top of the giant net and jumped down. He didn't know what he pressed, and the net tightened even more. He nailed his feet to the ground so that he didn't drag him down.
The round-faced young man couldn't hold him back, and he didn't force him. He hung the hook at the top of the giant net on the post, walked up to the knife-wielding boy, saw that he was still distressed, and said, "Don't feel distressed, the errand is done." , Let the Seven Lords give you a heavy blow with full metal, and keep the blade unrolled."
Feng Xiaoya's complexion suddenly changed: "Is it Qiu Jiang who summoned you here?"
The young man with a round face smiled and combed his hair: "Otherwise? On the day of family reunion on New Year's Eve, who wants to travel thousands of miles away..."
Feng Xiaoya stopped talking immediately, as if she had been greatly shocked.
The round-faced young man looked at his pale face and smiled maliciously: "You don't have to be so uncomfortable, you are not the first idiot who fell on the Seven Lords, what are the names of those before? Li Chen? Yuan..."
The coughing man suddenly said: "Do business."
"Okay, okay..." The round-faced young man stopped laughing, looked around and asked, "Where is the Seven Lords?"
At this time, Jiao Buqi on the ground groaned a few times and struggled.
The round-faced young man raised his eyebrows: "Hey, after inhaling Nankey Yimeng, you can still wake up so quickly. You are indeed a disciple from our silver gate."
Feng Xiaoya looked at the previously extinguished candles in the hall—these candles were manipulated and smoked? who did it Autumn ginger?
The round-faced young man smiled and glanced back at Feng Xiaoya: "It is said that you are invulnerable to all poisons, it seems to be true. Nanke Yimeng has no effect on you at all."
Feng Xiaoya pursed the corners of her lips tightly, her face became even paler.
Jiao Buqi saw the situation in front of him clearly, drew his sword and was about to stand up, but was kicked back to the ground by the round-faced young man.
Feng Xiaoya said in a deep voice, "Let him go."
The young man with a round face smiled: "Yes." As he spoke, he stepped harder and harder, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard.
Feng Xiaoya lowered her eyes, and suddenly rushed towards this person with the person and the net, but stopped abruptly one foot away from him—the hook of the net was not long enough.
The young man with a round face smiled more cheerfully, but his feet were a little harder, a look like you can do nothing to me.
At this moment, the two old servants who were lying unconscious on the side both jumped up, and their hands were like lightning, and each of them grabbed an arm of the round-faced young man. After hearing a few clicks, the arm snapped off.
Before the round-faced young man could exclaim in surprise, Jiao Buqi on the ground hugged his foot, and there was another click, and his left foot was also broken.
The coughing person reacted very quickly, and a few white lights flew out with a wave of his sleeve, hitting the old servant. And the boy with the knife rushed to Feng Xiaoya in a leap, trying to hijack him.
Feng Xiaoya was in the net, there was no way to avoid it, but his body folded in vain, rolled up like a ball, and avoided it. At the same time, Jiao Buqi drew back and slashed at the boy's back.
Everything happened very fast. The only candle was swept by the wind and went out. The flower hall fell into darkness again.
After a while, the sound of flint beating softly sounded, followed by flames, and this time the person who lit the lamp was Feng Xiaoya.
Inside the house the situation is reversed.
The young man with a round face was trampled on by Jiao Buqi, his limbs were broken and three limbs were broken, and he gasped in pain; Clasp it backhand; only the coughing man is left, standing alone against the pillar, coughing more and more quickly.
Feng Xiaoya used candles to relight each lamp.
Seeing this scene, the young man with a round face showed an expression of disbelief: "How is it possible? Nankeyimeng is ineffective?!"
The coughing man smiled wryly, "The Seven Lords betrayed us...she didn't put drugs in the candles at all."
The shock of the round-faced young man suddenly turned into anger. Just as he was about to speak, one of them said flatly, "She let go."
That person straightened his clothes, walked gracefully beside Feng Xiaoya, it was Gong Xiaohui.
"Before the banquet, I re-checked the candles, and found that the candles had been replaced by others, so I changed them back again." Gong Xiaohui glanced at Feng Xiaoya and said, "I'm different from my husband. My husband trusts autumn." Jiang, I don't trust her. So, for tonight's family dinner, I deliberately invited Ji Meng over to prevent this scene. "
The two old servants smiled when they heard the words, and one of them said: "No, I came here for Prime Minister Feng's food."
The round-faced young man suddenly shouted furiously: "Qi'er! Come out! Where are you? You called us to die, but you ran away?!"
"It's so noisy." Accompanied by these words, Qiu Jiang rolled up the curtain of the inner room and appeared in the light and shadow.
Feng Xiaoya stared at her with extremely complicated expressions.
The round-faced young man scolded: "You told Ah Ren that you have arranged everything, just ask us to come over and help you wrap Feng Xiaoya around, but in the end..."
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a human head!
The face is round and chubby, with a smile, it looks extremely amiable, but because it only has one head, it looks even more terrifying.
Gong Xiaohui was the first to scream: "Father!!"
She rushed over and hugged her head, the warm feeling spread from her fingers, which made her feel as if she was getting an electric shock.
Everyone was stunned by this scene—including Ruyimen disciples.
Before, Qiu Jiang found Hu Zhiren and asked him to bring a message to Mrs. Ruyi: "The plan is to kill Feng Letian on New Year's Eve, but I need help. At least three more people will be sent over, the sooner the better."
So Mrs. Ruyi sent Er'er, Wu'er, and Liu'er over. Among them, Er'er was in charge of leading the team, Wu'er was in charge of supervision, and Liu'er brought Yan to see a doctor by the way. But when they set off, there was another boy named Dao Dao. The madam didn't say the reason, and the three of them didn't ask any more questions.
The four of them walked together, and Liu'er was the oldest, able to control the situation, and over time, he became the leader. He hurried all the way and finally arrived at Yujing on New Year's Eve, took a short rest and sneaked into Caomuju.
As expected, Caomuju dismissed the servants and maidservants, leaving no one to guard them.
The four of them lay in ambush outside the flower hall, waiting for a signal.
Qiu Jiang's plan for Hu Zhiren is: "New Year's Eve is the best day, because everyone has to go home to celebrate the New Year. Even if they don't go home, their thoughts are still at home, and the guards will not be too strict. Supper is the only time to be fair and honest with father-in-law. I will put Nankey Yimeng in the candle in advance to stun everyone, and you all play by ear."
After such a quarter of an hour, the lights in the hall really went out. The four of them found their location and rushed in. Although Feng Xiaoya was not affected by the drug, she was still captured.
It's just that Gong Xiaohui unexpectedly noticed the abnormality of the candle in advance, and brought two first-class masters, leading to a reversal of the situation.
However, at this moment, Qiu Jiang reappeared and threw out Feng Letian's head—the situation was reversed again!
The round-faced young man looked at Feng Xiaoya, Feng Xiaoya's eyes were bloodshot, and she remained motionless.
Qiu Jiang was smiling, and his relaxed and cheerful facial features looked quite strange in the dim light and shadow.
"The task is complete." As she spoke, she stretched out three fingers and counted slowly, "Three, two..."
Gong Xiaohui realized some kind of danger and hurriedly said, "Run!"
But Qiu Jiang has already counted to "one". Accompanied by the ending sound of this word, Gong Xiaohui and Jiao Buqi fell down at the same time. The two old servants struggled a few times, but in the end they couldn't escape the sudden dizziness and fell to the ground.
Qiu Jiang pointed to Feng Letian's head and said, "Nan Keyi Meng is here."
As a result, only Feng Xiaoya and the Ruyimen disciple who had taken the antidote in advance were left awake in the hall.
The round-faced young man lay on the ground and complained: "Seventh Lord, can you go earlier next time? I'm so injured..." Dao Dao stepped forward to help him set the bone.
The coughing man picked up the head and carefully identified it. After confirming that it belonged to Feng Letian, he shook out a handkerchief and wrapped the head carefully.
Qiu Jiang walked up to Feng Xiaoya, looked at him who was motionless and silent, and smiled slightly: "Is there anything you want to ask me?"
Feng Xiaoya didn't speak, but her originally tense body was trembling, as if it would be broken at any moment.
Qiu Jiang stretched out her hand to touch his face, and said with a smile, "If you ask, if you don't ask, I don't feel a sense of accomplishment..."
The round-faced young man chuckled: "He must want to peel your skin, drink your blood, eat your flesh, and gnaw your bones!"
"He is not willing." Qiu Jiang Yanran, her movements became more gentle, "Isn't it, husband?"
Feng Xiaoya's lips trembled, and finally she spoke hoarsely: "My father... you really killed him?"
"I said he committed suicide, would you feel better?"
Tears welled up in Feng Xiaoya's eyes.
Qiu Jiang leaned close to his ear, and said like a lover whispering: "I added Nankey Yimeng to the wine he cooked, then extinguished the candles, and took the opportunity to grab him into the inner hall. When you were fighting, I used this..." As he said, he pressed a certain bead on the Buddhist bead bracelet, and pulled out a very thin silk thread from it, "wrapped around his neck, and pulled it lightly like a flower rope, and his head was blown away." falling down…"
Feng Xiaoya's tears finally couldn't bear the weight and slipped out of her eyes.
The young man with a round face laughed loudly: "This man is known as the most beautiful man in Dayan, and he looks better than a woman when he cries! Ouch! Be gentle!"
Dao Dao helped him connect the bones, turned around and picked up his own knife, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he slashed at Feng Xiaoya with the curly blade.
Qiu Jiang's complexion suddenly changed, and he kicked the knife away. The coughing man hurried forward to grab the knife, and said sharply, "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"
"Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!"
The round-faced young man smiled angrily: "I told you not to bring him here! Look, Feng Xiaoya ruined his knife, and he helped him instead!"
Daodao said coldly: "He curled my knife because of his real skills."
"You mean that we are not relying on real skills?" The round-faced young man gave Qiu Jiang a provocative look.
Daodao snorted coldly, and was forcibly dragged aside by the coughing man.
The coughing man looked at the tall and thin companion who had fainted, and sighed: "The task has been completed, let's call it a day, lest the news spread, we will be inseparable."
Qiu Jiang smiled and said, "What are you in a hurry for? The city gate is not open yet, so you can't get out." As he spoke, he reached into Feng Xiaoya's arms to take out a token, and lightly stroked the pattern on the token with his fingers to confirm After being correct, throw it to the coughing man: "Six!"
The coughing man Liu'er reached out to catch the token.
The round-faced young man, Wu'er, smiled on the ground and said, "It's still the Seventh Lord who is thoughtful."
Qiu Jiang asked Feng Xiaoya, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"
Feng Xiaoya closed her eyes, unwilling to see her again.
Liu'er looked at the two old servants on the ground, and said, "Ji Lianshan, Meng Jianglong... these two old monsters are still alive!"
Wu'er said: "Their martial arts are not as good as before. If they were in the past, we would definitely die."
Qiu Jiang said: "Because they used half of their internal energy to renew husband's life. Isn't that right?"
Feng Xiaoya closed her eyes and did not respond.
Qiu Jiang chuckled and said, "These are the only six masters who protected your veins in the past. You asked Gong Xiaohui to invite them here to perform the pupation technique on you, right?"
"What pupation technique?" Wu'er was curious.
"It is to use internal force to seal a person's meridians, causing the appearance of suspended animation. He wants to rescue me out of the Ruyi Gate, and wants me to escape from suspended animation."
"It's so touching!" Wu'er tutted, "He Lang is really an infatuated person."
"It's a pity..." Qiu Jiang caressed Feng Xiaoya's face, saying each word very softly, "I don't like you at all."
Feng Xiaoya finally opened her eyes.
His pupils clearly reflected Qiu Jiang's face—a beautiful, alluring face with a ruthless smile.
He whispered something. But the voice was so low that Qiu Jiang couldn't hear it clearly.
"What did you say?" Qiu Jiang listened to her and moved closer.
"Don't..." Feng Xiaoya repeated, "Don't be afraid."
Qiu Jiang froze for a moment, followed by a huge force that swept her out. Qiu Jiang grabbed a pillar in mid-air to borrow strength, but the pillar broke in two with a click.
The house suddenly collapsed.
Everyone reacted very quickly and turned around to flee, but the beam above their heads fell heavily, blocking their way. At the same time, the net ropes on Feng Xiaoya's body were broken one by one, and he walked towards Qiu Jiang.
Daodao rushed towards him, only to feel that something was scratched between his eyebrows, and the whole person suddenly fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu'er immediately pushed Liu'er, turned around and wanted to run, but a black shadow flashed in front of him, but Meng Jianglong stopped him. His pupils began to shrink, reflecting a huge palm.
He tried desperately to struggle, but the severe pain in the newly connected leg was uncontrollable, and finally he was hit by the palm at the Tianling acupuncture point, and he lost his breath immediately.
Liu'er was pushed in front of Meng Xianglong by Wu'er, and immediately sprinkled hidden weapons like flowers raining all over the sky, but suddenly a knife appeared behind him, piercing him from behind—it was the one that fell on the ground Curling knife.
Liu'er turned her head and saw Gong Xiaohui, her red dress was covered in blood, his blood.
At this time, Feng Xiaoya had already walked in front of Qiu Jiang.
Qiu Jiang's five internal organs and six lungs were all shattered by the blow just now, she opened her mouth and spit out a bunch of blood clots.
Feng Xiaoya didn't ask the sentence she wanted to hear just now: "Why?"
Qiu Jiang answered while panting: "What?"
"You did put a drug on my father's head, but the effect was extremely short-lived. Why?"
Qiu Jiang wiped the blood from his mouth, and laughed: "No, how can I give you a chance to kill a few of them?"
At this moment, Er'er, Wu'er and Liu'er are all dead. Only Dao Dao was still alive. He lay on the ground and couldn't move at all, but his consciousness was clear. Hearing the conversation between the two, his eyes suddenly became round.
Feng Xiaoya stared at Qiu Jiang, and asked again: "Why?"
"I will take your father's head and the Four Kingdoms back home, so that I can offset the loss of the Three Treasures. And the Ruyi Seven Treasures are missing three, and I need to promote new people to succeed, so I can arrange my people. Then I will become the new Ruyi lady."
"You are so confident that Madam Ruyi will definitely succeed you?"
"If there is another candidate, she wants one, and I will kill one. If she is killed, she can only pass it on to me." In the dim candlelight, Qiu Jiang's face flickered, coupled with her expressionless expression, like a dilapidated Old statues of evil gods in temples.
Feng Xiaoya stretched out her hand and squeezed her wrist. Qiu Jiang suddenly felt that his hand could not move. He squeezed her shoulder again, and that arm couldn't move—the whole process was exactly the same as what he did to her last night.
She suddenly realized something, and showed a panicked look: "What are you going to do?!"
Feng Xiaoya didn't answer, she waved her sleeve and hit her leg, Qiu Jiang couldn't even move her leg.
Pupation!
He actually wants to use the pupation technique on her? What does he want to do? Twenty-four hours later, will he save her, or just let her fall into a deep sleep and die?
Qiu Jiang began to struggle, her eyes were red with anger, and she described the ghost: "Let go of me! Feng Xiaoya! You will kill me immediately if you have the guts, I don't want to sleep! Don't sleep! Don't..." A deep sense of sleepiness swept over Come on, her pupils began to dilate.
Feng Xiaoya's fingers finally stopped at her heart, stared into her eyes, and asked again: "My father... you really killed it?"
Qiu Jiang's consciousness became very blurred, but she still smiled: "Wuxin Wuxin... I am the person who is Wuxin..."
Feng Xiaoya's fingers dropped, and her breathing stopped.
"In the Asura Way, there is a wish-fulfilling tree, which can be enjoyed by sentient beings for thirty-three days, but the asuras cannot. So, they tried every means to kill the wish-fulfilling tree."
"But as long as the beings in the heavens sprinkle a kind of nectar, the wish-fulfilling tree will be resurrected."
"A total of 18 kinds of suffering and happiness, a total of 36 kinds of likes and dislikes, plus the past, present and future three lives, a total of 108 kinds of afflictions... But you only cooked six dishes, there is no past, present and future. "
"I also did the third life. And you... will understand."
A tear slipped out of Feng Xiaoya's eyes and fell on Qiu Jiang's face.
At the same time, in the main room hundreds of feet away, **** flowers bloomed one by one.
In the early morning of the first day of the first lunar month in the fourth year of Huazhen, the night in Yujing was covered with heavy snow, the cold winter was cold, and spring was coming.
That earth-shattering fire failed to burn after all.
Volume 3 This Life·Snake Alchemy