That purgatory Shura-like man, with his back to the moonlight, approached the gate of the palace step by step, and the guards were like moths to a flame in front of him.
He was covered in blood, and the bright red and viscous liquid on the blade dripped down the white marble steps along his steps, coiling into winding and criss-crossing lines.
The rest of the imperial guards couldn't help themselves, so they could only give way one after another. And those bloody corpses followed the man's feet until the depths of the palace wall...
"The picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains still attracted him, are you happy?"
As Han Ling spoke, he stroked Bai Fanlu's lips lightly with his fingers.
"..." Bai Fanlu's heart was shaken, Mu Yunhe really saw that painting, and guessed that he was in the palace!
"Lu Qing is really happy, right?" Han Ling curled his lips slightly, his eyes were indifferent, the sharpness that had just faded away instantly, and his words seemed to be indifferent in the past.
"You have been by my side for one hundred and ninety-six days, and I have never seen you so amiable."
He leaned down slightly, as if observing him, Bai Fanlu resisted not to hide, knowing that Han Ling could not be provoked at this moment, what he needed to do now was to delay as much as possible.
"What did His Majesty say? My minister..."
Han Ling's finger was sliding over Bai Fanlu's slightly pursed lips, which forced him to stop what he wanted to say.
"You often frown these days, but you can finally pretend to smile when facing me, but now you can't even force a smile. Do you know he's coming?"
Han Ling held Bai Fanlu with one hand, and pulled him closer to him with a little force, "Then Lu Qing will be disappointed, he can't find it here."
The sudden and oppressive distance made the faint sandalwood scent on Han Ling's body extremely strong, but it still couldn't hide a bitter herbal scent.
When Han Lingsu was here, he would also take medicine on time. Bai Fanlu knew a little about medical principles, and could tell the difference based on the taste.
But at this moment so close, he smelled the medicine clearly as...
Bai Fanlu suppressed his panic, "Your Majesty!"
Han Ling looked down at Bai Fanlu, those dull eyes seemed to be melted with black ink, and against his clear face, they looked like frosty moon and cold stars.
For many nights, as long as he watched, he would feel extremely at ease.
But now...
"Even Xiao Liu can't make you forget him?"
At the moment when swords were on the verge of breaking out, Han Ling mentioned Xiaoliu again.
"Who the hell is Xiao Liu?" Bai Fanlu asked. He asked more than once, but Han Ling never answered him directly.
But this time Han Ling asked back, "Isn't that the person you're thinking of?"
"in my heart?"
"He will give you rabbits just like me, he will make up those things to please you, and he will accompany you... You can really forget him?"
Bai Fanlu felt a mess in his heart.
Xiao Liu... This name is really familiar. It's not the Xiao Liu from the original world he knew, but another person, like what Han Ling said...
"Muyunhe is not the person you are looking for," Han Ling approached Bai Fanlu's ear, "he is just a stand-in."
substitute!
This word instantly woke up Bai Fanlu's chaotic brain. The moment Han Ling was about to kiss him, Bai Fanlu pushed him away forcefully, and said coldly, "Your Majesty, please respect yourself."
"Self-respect?" Han Ling smiled suddenly, "Do you know why I haven't touched you for so many days?"
Bai Fanlu took a step back, but he reached the stone fence, and the lake was below.
He held onto the railing tightly with his hands, and was about to move.
However, Han Ling rushed forward very quickly, trapping Bai Fanlu between the railing and him.
"I don't touch you, it's not that I don't want to. But today, it's okay."
After these inexplicable words, Bai Fanlu suddenly felt that the outer layer of clothes was torn off forcefully, and something fell from behind and fell into the lake.
It's the sachet!
Without even thinking about it, Bai Fanlu broke free from Han Ling and jumped into the lake behind him.
He knew that he was impulsive, and his first thought when he jumped into the lake was to retrieve the sachet, but he couldn't see it at all, and if he ran for his life, he couldn't escape even if he went down in front of Han Ling.
How stupid, for a sachet.
Sure enough, the sachet floated away, and Bai Fanlu was quickly fished ashore.
But he never expected that it would be the ninety-five supreme emperor who would win him.
And as soon as he jumped off, Han Ling followed.
"How do you know how to swim?" Han Ling started to question.
"I..." Bai Fanlu was taken aback. Before going out for the expedition, because there were many wetlands in Nanman, Muyunhe forced him to learn it for safety, but Han Ling's tone seemed to know that he couldn't swim
"If I relax for a moment, are you planning to swim out from here?"
"Lu Qing, Lu Qing, you are really good!"
Han Ling was finally furious, and pulled Bai Fanlu up with one hand, and was about to touch him with the other hand, when suddenly a gust of sword energy struck, causing the back of Han Ling's hand to hurt so badly that he had to let go.
Bai Fanlu lost his balance and fell backwards, thinking that he would fall to the ground, but he didn't want to fall into a wet embrace.
The person who came did not speak, but Bai Fanlu felt something stuffed into his palm, which was the soaked sachet.
There was a sudden shock in his head, and Bai Fanlu called out, "Ah Zhan!"
Han Ling was facing the two of them with a gloomy expression. He sneered and clapped his hands.
Dozens of black shadows suddenly appeared in all directions.
"Trespassing the Forbidden Palace without authorization, I am worthy of envy the general, so brave."
The person who came was dressed in a black robe and silver armor, and the armor was still stained with blood stains just now, which could not be completely washed off by the water.
Although the evil spirit all over his body is quite different from before, it is indeed Mu Yunhe.
The sound of bright weapons sounded all around, and Bai Fanlu knew that they were surrounded by dark guards.
"Why doesn't General Mu speak?" Han Ling asked, "Or... afraid that he will hear you?"
Mu Yunhe directly raised his sword, and the surrounding dark guards swarmed towards him immediately, but he turned around suddenly, and jumped up to the roof with Bai Fanlu.
Having found Bai Fanlu, he obviously wanted to make a fuss, with the aim of escaping.
But there were too many hidden guards, Mu Yunhe knocked down this group, and another group came later, his body was stained with blood again, there were enemies as well as his own.
Bai Fanlu was held by him with one hand, and his inner clothes were thin. He could clearly feel that the hand around his waist had only two fingers, but his strength remained undiminished.
The dense sound of weapons clashing like rain, the thrill of sword qi passing by... It was so clear that it couldn't be more clear, Bai Fanlu held onto Muyunhe tightly, trying not to become his burden.
And he subconsciously had a feeling that midnight was approaching, and this might be the catastrophe in Muyunhe's life.
Then help him through, what do we need to do
Suddenly, a certain direction—a strong sense of crisis made Bai Fanlu aware, and subconsciously tried to block the plot for him, but Mu Yunhe turned around at this moment.
The sound of the sword cutting through flesh and blood was still coming. Bai Fanlu was not injured, but the hand around his waist suddenly loosened. When Bai Fanlu fell, he was caught by the hidden guards and forcibly brought behind Han Ling.
"Does it feel good to have a broken arm?"
"!" Bai Fanlu was shocked, and was about to stand up, but was restrained by the hidden guard.
Han Ling looked at Mu Yunhe, without changing his face, and said calmly, "If you let him see you like this, I'm afraid you will have a nightmare..."
All the surrounding dark guards rushed in and surrounded Muyunhe.
Mu Yunhe didn't need to tie his hands and feet anymore, and slowly raised his sword with his right hand.
During the melee, Bai Fanlu heard a roar, like a beast being hunted, he could fully imagine how the bloody man was fighting alone.
At this moment, Bai Fanlu only hated himself for not being able to do anything, he wanted to rush to fight side by side with that person, instead of being unable to do anything here!
"Does it hurt?" Han Ling slightly looked up at the sky.
A full moon is at midnight.
But there was a faint wind and thunder in the dark night sky, and the bright full moon was sinking into the thin, rolling clouds a little bit, and only a strange white light was faintly revealed, as if the sky was about to change.
Han Ling remained calm, "There will be something more distressing for you in a while."
At some point, Mu Yunhe had killed all the hidden guards.
That one-eyed eye was bloodshot, blood was dripping down his body, his only right arm was soaked in red even with the sword edge, like Shura who woke up from the depths of hell, every step he took was full of blood.
Finally, he stabbed Han Ling with his sword.
This movement was extremely fast, but the white light in the sky was even faster than him, and the enlarged light wheel completely covered the night in an instant.
The sky and the earth are completely white, like dense goose feathers and heavy snow, wrapped in a storm, completely shrinking the space where the three of them are in a narrow circle, and there is no way out from the left or right.
Han Ling picked up the sword suddenly, Ming Huang's figure met Mu Yunhe, and there was a clang of close combat, which echoed throughout the dome of the night sky in an instant.
The air seemed to freeze in an instant, only the cold light of the two crossed sword blades brought the air currents to swirl, faint dark tides surged, and murderous intent fluctuated.
The opponent is the all-powerful and murderous "Ghost Prison General", but Han Ling doesn't seem to care, his face is still cold and unmarked, he can look directly at the opposite eye that is red with hatred, and his movements seem to be a little careless .
Mu Yunhe holds the sword in one hand, his speed is fast, and his sword moves change like the wind. The two of them seem to be as stable as Mount Tai, but they are both extremely aggressive.
With such a powerful and compelling edge, as long as any one side deviates slightly, it will be lingering and irreversible.
Until the dazzling cold light suddenly dimmed, who in the fight gave up the weapon at the critical moment of wiping the sword!
Bai Fanlu felt the abnormal squeeze of the space, and suddenly he realized something, and opened his eyes suddenly.
And Han Ling's hand was hanging by his side, and his deep and bright eyes looked faintly at the blood sword that was stabbing.
In the center of the surging air, the faint red light like a lighthouse in the fog gradually became clearer and brighter, and his hand seemed to move slightly.
At this time, the overwhelming whiteness suddenly dimmed, shrinking and converging.
Like the moonlight flowing, it shattered all over the ground like pearls and jade.
Between Muyun River and Han Ling, the swaying and fallen figure was as thin as a paper boat, falling lightly into the shimmering lake.
All that remains is silence.
Among the three, it seemed that Han Ling was the only one who was sober, and soon, a touch of madness appeared in his usually calm eyes.
Han Ling looked down at his hand, just now, this hand did an incredible thing.
In front of him, the man in white was pierced through the chest by a sword, and slowly fell limp.
With the sword out of his hand, Mu Yunhe's mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything, but in a daze, he heard a crisp clang of a golden object falling to the ground, so weak that it seemed to come from heaven...
The liquid splashed on the back of the hand was extremely hot, like a scorching fire, the howling night wind cooled the roaring and boiling blood, and the red fog gradually dissipated in front of his eyes.
Under the clear eyes, the shadows of the moon are in pairs, and underneath, there is a pure white color that has been stained red by blood.
"... Lin... Qiu?"
His voice was worse than crying, Bai Fanlu clutched his painful chest, and wanted to pull out a smile, but as soon as he curled his lips, a touch of heat couldn't stop flowing down the corner of his jaw.
Some pictures vaguely emerged in my mind.
Mo Jiuli and Qi Zhao, whom he hadn't dreamed of for a long time, appeared in front of Bai Fanlu like tangible bodies. He saw with his own eyes... the sword in Qi Zhao's hand pierced Mo Jiuli's body.
Regardless of whether the blade would sink deeper, Mo Jiuli approached Qi Zhao while raising his hand, reaching out to caress his face.
Then, he kissed him.
Blood trickled down the corner of Mo Jiuli's mouth, but he smiled like a spring breeze.
"Qizhao, the common people's responsibility is too heavy, this time... let me protect you."
Mo Jiuli struck out with a palm, and Qi Zhao was forced to withdraw the long sword that had already penetrated his body, "A Li!"
Amid the blood mist, Bai Fanlu felt his eyes were covered in red, as if something cold and hot had entered his eye sockets.
In an instant, the world collapsed and was destroyed, and all the mysterious and beautiful scenery disappeared with the spiritual energy, returning to nothingness.
Mo Jiuli was sucked into a deep black vortex, and only Qi Zhao was left here.
Half kneeling on the ground, facing the lonely Qi Zhao.
Gradually, Qi Zhao's body shape also changed, became concrete, and had an appearance.
Bai Fanlu vaguely felt that his eyes could see, and he finally saw the face of the person in front of him clearly.
So this is the so-called "blood coagulation beads".
"Azhan..."
Maybe no one else could see that it was the high-spirited little Prince Mu, but Bai Fanlu could still recognize him.
That eye, the shape of which was blurred with blood, gushed out plasma or some other liquid, and was rolling down the cheek.
"Ah Zhan, don't cry..." Bai Fanlu opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
Only then did he realize that not only the voice, but his whole body floated away from the body lying on the ground.
Bai Fanlu wanted to hug Muyunhe, but walked right past him, watching him slowly fall down, hugging the body of the man in white on the ground.
The only right hand caressed the man's face, and blood drops mixed with tears fell on the trembling lips.
"Lin Qiu... Lin Qiu..."
"I know I was wrong... Please... wake up..."
"... Lin Qiu... I beg you... don't scare me like this..."
"Lin Qiu... I deserve to die... You wake up... You wake up!"
Depressed crying filled the entire silent space, and Bai Fanlu's heart was tightly gripped by the crying, but he couldn't do anything.
On the other side, Han Ling looked coldly at Mu Yunhe who looked like he was crazy on the ground, as if there was nothing in his eyes.
At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the bright white sky, splitting the suffocating night, and then more and more lightning bolts rained down on the ground.
Bai Fanlu suddenly realized, could this be the real catastrophe
In the previous life, Qi Zhao personally killed Mo Jiuli, but in this chess game, Mu Yunhe killed Lu Linqiu.
It turns out... It turns out that this is the so-called calamity of life and death, the hurdle that Yun Zhan couldn't get past!
Bai Fanlu rushed over, his invisible body facing Muyunhe.
"Azhan! Azhan! Listen to me!"
But Mu Yunhe turned a deaf ear to it, and there was only a dead gray in his one eye.
Bai Fanlu was very anxious, suddenly he saw Mu Yunhe hugging Lu Linqiu, holding the sachet tightly in his hand, he suddenly thought that the soul can carry things to manifest, so he quickly threw himself into the sachet.
The sachet was slightly hot, and there was a faint light coming from between his fingers. Mu Yunhe finally reacted, looked down at the sachet, and lifted it tremblingly.
The blood-stained right hand shook slightly, and two little straw rabbits fell out of it, and two strands of hair were tied with red threads.
"Azhan..."
Mu Yunhe seemed to hear Bai Fanlu's voice.
His ashen-like eyes suddenly lit up, and Mu Yunhe called out eagerly, "Lin Qiu!"
Bai Fanlu gradually became visible in front of him, and Mu Yunhe felt a light touch on his lips.
The moment the souls of the two overlapped, the two little rabbits and the two strands of hair turned into light spots and slowly floated up, surrounding them.
Bai Fanlu felt something going out of his body.
Is it a human soul
"Azhan, do you remember..."
Mu Yunhe stared at Bai Fanlu in a daze. The kiss just now reminded him of something.
I remembered that Mo Jiuli kissed Qi Zhao at the end.
Remembering the warm and lingering tip of that person's tongue, it made him immerse himself in it in a trance, forgetting when and where.
He also remembered that he had once pressed a pill under his tongue, which was stirred out during the hot kiss, and then fell into that mouth.
"You are as free and easy as Emperor Zhaohe, when did you become so cowardly?"
"You can't find faults, take good care of the common people in this world for me, and remember that everything here is all for me."
"I have no regrets in this life, if there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife..."
Mu Yunhe remembered, he remembered, he remembered that he was Yun Zhan and Qi Zhao.
And Lu Linqiu is Mo Jiuli, and also Bai Fanlu.
"Ah Zhan, wake up, I'll be waiting for you, you'll be fine."
Bai Fanlu's soul was talking, and when he felt his body was slacking off and was about to disappear, he looked up again with great reluctance.
Mu Yunhe was stretching out his arms to hold him, but the figure of the person in his arms has gradually faded, turning into thousands of silver lights, circling around his body like a butterfly dancing.
Only the empty sachet was still on his lap, stained red by someone's blood.
The surrounding area was empty, and after the lightning and thunder, there was only darkness that swallowed everything.
This short year has been colorful and colorful, and it all comes to an end at this moment.
With a loud roar, Mu Yunhe's body was full of divine light, like a lightning bolt splitting the night at a high speed, flying into the air, starting bursts of muffled thunder, instantly bright as day.
Countless thunder and lightning entangled him tightly like ice hinges, but suddenly a thunderbolt suddenly descended from another side of the sky.
It was a dark red thunder, although there was only one, it was brighter than all of them combined.
Is that also a catastrophe
Bai Fanlu was still conscious while floating in the air. He was concerned that Yun Zhan had not left after crossing the catastrophe. At this moment, he saw another thunder falling and thought that it would also hit Yun Zhan. Unexpectedly, the thunder fell directly and hit him. another person.
It was Han Ling!
I saw him half-kneeling on one knee after being struck by the lightning, but his figure was still tall and straight, only trembling slightly.
This scene... He is not an ordinary person.
Seeing Han Ling's cold glow, Bai Fanlu's attire gradually changed.
However, what surprised him the most was that the black hair spread out with the wind, lifted up slightly, and was actually dyed a little bit of silvery white that shone like the moonlight.
With tangled hair, Han Ling raised his head and looked at Bai Fanlu with frosty eyes.
Bai Fanlu instantly opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
that was
"Master...!"
The author has something to say: Bai Xiaolu: I finally passed the tribulation, this dungeon is so difficult.
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Author: You are not as difficult as me qaq