Legend of Fu Yao

Chapter 97: This heart is sincere

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Meng Fuyao suddenly sat up, staring in the direction of the entrance of the hall in a daze.

How the hell did Zhan Nancheng go and come back

What went wrong

Now in a dilemma, what should I do

Meng Fuyao sat on the bed in a daze for a second, but it was Meng Fuyao's decision to kill Zhan Nancheng.

The eunuchs and maids of the outer hall had stuffed her behind the curtains earlier, but there were still two maids crouching in front of the bed. None of the maids in the hall was really suspicious. Meng Fuyao released the acupuncture points of the two maids, and immediately lay down on her back. Sleep on them.

The two maids rubbed their eyes and stood up, a little confused why they suddenly fell asleep lying on the bedside, seeing Meng Fuyao sleeping on his back, they all backed away carefully.

Zhan Nancheng has already stepped into the hall.

He was preoccupied, with his brows locked, and he walked into the hall with his hands behind his back. Just now he received the news that Zhan Beiye's body was found in the Changhan Mountains, which made him get up immediately after falling asleep. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't help but Come to Xihua Palace.

Meng Fuyao fell asleep on his side, staring at the faint figure reflected on the pink and white wall, his whole body was ready to wait for him to take another step before making a move.

Zhan Nancheng stopped a foot away.

He stared intently at the curvaceous figure on the couch, with a strange emotion in his eyes, he waved his hand and ordered the maid to step back.

Soon there were only two people left in the hall, who were sleeping and standing. Both of them breathed lightly and did not move. The copper incense burner in front of the couch was wisps of green smoke, winding and drifting, like a hazy veil, drawn between the two of them. .

Meng Fuyao fell asleep stiffly, only feeling that the eyes behind her were slightly warm and powerful, searching and wandering on her body, but she never went any further. She waited impatiently, and was afraid that Zhan Beiye would rush out at any time due to worry. , couldn't help cursing from the bottom of my heart.

If you don't want to come here and catch me, curse your son who doesn't have a JJ!

Behind him, Zhan Nancheng suddenly spoke.

His first words were a sigh-like call.

"Concubine Jing..."

Meng Fuyao was startled, then realized that this was probably the title of Concubine Tai at the beginning, but Zhan Nancheng didn't call her Concubine Gong Jing, but Concubine Jing

"I received the news... the big stone in my heart has finally been let go."

what news

Zhan Nancheng sighed again, "... only you are left."

Um

There was a moment of silence, during which Zhan Nancheng suddenly took a step back, Meng Fuyao was so startled that he moved immediately, but vaguely saw Zhan Nancheng dragging a chair and sitting down.

Depend on! You still want to engage in a long-term war of resistance!

Meng Fuyao felt itchy from being swept by the gaze from behind, and she expected him to come forward, but she was also afraid that Zhan Beiye would rush in, she was so worried but couldn't move, she just felt like there were lice all over her body, but she couldn't scratch Anxiety.

Zhan Nancheng sighed again, and Meng Fuyao felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard it—this old man with early menopause!

"...I still remember how you looked when I saw you for the first time..." Zhan Nancheng suddenly changed the subject, and his tone recalled deeply, "At that time, I was the first to break into the Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Jin, and went to Shengyi Palace first. As soon as you pull it away, you can see you in plain clothes sitting on the ground, slowly raised your head, and said with a smile, 'The general has come to work hard'."

He paused for a moment, and said in a low voice, "The shadow of the candle blows through the snow among the flowers, and a bright moon rises over the curtain..."

The snow among the flowers, the bright moonlight, a generation of queens who were stunningly beautiful many years ago, came slowly from the dusty years, Zhan Nancheng gazed through nothingness, staring at the eternal shadow deep in his memory, his eyes were hazy like Sanqiu drizzle.

"... At that time I looked at you, and felt that you were not like the mother of the country, but more like a young girl next door, delicate, exquisite, noble and innocent, but with that dignity, no one else could have it except you Fit to be the mother of the country."

Meng Fuyao trembled, damn it, is this what a "stepson" should say to a "stepmother"

"... You shouldn't be crazy. When the army is forcing the palace, you can still smile at the enemies who rushed into the palace, and comfort the women of the enemy army with the dignity of the queen to comfort the people. How can you be crazy? But maybe it is because of you. Only if you are strong will you be crazy—the emperor forced you, and you are pregnant."

When the extreme rigidity is broken, the wound and the sound of cracking are more severe and irreversible.

Meng Fuyao closed her eyes... so it was like this, so it was like this.

The shadow behind him moved slightly, as if Zhan Nancheng was about to stand up, Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, and suddenly heard a timid knock on the door of the palace.

At this moment, Zhan Nancheng was being overwhelmed by the mixed feelings of the past and reality, and he heard this voice saying impatiently, "Get off, don't disturb me!"

Outside the door, the eunuch immediately bowed and retreated, exiting the Xihua Palace, and said to a eunuch who was waiting outside, "You have no winks, you caused our family to be scolded, tell him to get out!"

The eunuch said in a low voice, "The man said that it was urgent news about King Lie. King Lie has arrived..."

"Don't talk about King Lie, Emperor Lie is useless, His Majesty is angry!" The old eunuch flicked his sleeves and scolded sharply, "Tell him to get out!"

He stomped away, and reported that the eunuch dared not say any more, and left the palace. Outside the palace, the ordinary-looking man with injured fingers heard his reply, raised his head and sighed, and said, "God's will..."

He didn't say anything else, turned around and lowered his head and hurried into the darkness. After walking for two miles, when he passed through an alley, he suddenly saw a pair of black boots appearing in front of him.

He raised his eyes slowly, and saw the last ray of light in his life.

Knife light.

When he fell down, he heard the last words of his life.

"Those who betray the prince, kill!"

The long street was silent, and the corpses were thrown into the ditch, sinking silently. This silent assassination in a certain alley in Pandu seemed insignificant, but in fact it had far-reaching consequences. A miss quietly changed the history of a country. And the pattern became a turning point in the fate of emperors and vassals, and finally overturned a dynasty.

Because of this miss, Zhan Nancheng lost the best chance to get the first-hand information about Zhan Beiye's whereabouts and besiege Zhan Beiye.

Because of this miss, Zhan Beiye escaped.

At this moment, this episode is not known to the person concerned, Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Nancheng who rejected the eunuch, silently exhaled.

Just now, the moment the eunuch knocked on the door, her heart suddenly jumped, and a vague premonition surrounded her, and she was so nervous that she almost made a move immediately.

However, Zhan Nancheng's mind was not on the key news at all. He was out of his mind and looked in a trance. He stood up and did not sit down. Instead, he paced around for a few times and walked towards the "Toffee" as if he had suddenly made up his mind. Come.

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Zhan Beiye is in the toilet.

The women's room was too small, so he waited in the men's room, hanging upside down on the roof, staring at the door of the women's room without blinking in an uncomfortable position.

His heart was also beating extremely fast at the moment, and he had never been so nervous in his memory. He was not so nervous when he ran out of ammunition and food in the desert many years ago and was surrounded by a large number of Moro cavalry and forced to fight hand-to-hand.

His palms were wet with sweat, and he was in danger of losing his grip on the beams of the roof. He simply dug his fingers into the beams, ignoring the rough burrs piercing into the flesh—watching Meng Fuyao enter the inner hall without making a sound , his heart reached the mouth of his throat, if it wasn't for the faint pain, he would really rush out and pull her back.

Letting the woman he loves take risks without his own efforts is really not something he would do, but Meng Fuyao gave her a firm and sharp look before leaving, but she said, believe me.

For a woman like her, is learning to trust her a process that must be experienced

He has been used to protecting women all his life—just like his mother and concubine. He thought that all women are fragile and must be attached to. However, Meng Fuyao let him know that there is another kind of woman in the world, who is strong and tenacious. Independent and confident, never willing to attach to anyone's wings.

Zhan Beiye pursed his lips and stared at the direction in the darkness. The sweat on his palms dried up slowly, and his eyes gradually calmed down.

Yes, trust her.

Then, he saw a court lady, bowing her head and pulling her skirt, stepping out of the hall step by step, walking slowly with a posture very similar to that of Meng Fuyao who entered just now.

Zhan Beiye's tears suddenly wanted to rush to his eyes.

That was his mother-in-law.

He could hear her slow and light gait even with his eyes closed.

Biting his lower lip tightly, Zhan Beiye looked at his mother and concubine without blinking, and walked towards the women's toilet with a good step.

Concubine Gongjing walked with no distractions. She didn't know the danger at the moment, didn't know the worries of others, didn't know that she was at the intersection of Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao's concerned eyes at the same time, one was in the women's toilet, the other was in front of the window, They were all looking at her, counting her steps with all their mind and will.

She only remembered Meng Fuyao's words, she didn't speak, she bowed her head, "Ladies' room, Xiaoye.

Her moon-white figure finally slowly melted into the ambiguous darkness of the women's toilet.

Then when she looked up, she saw her son's face protruding from the opposite window.

Concubine Gong Jing stared at him bewilderedly. She didn't speak, but the circles of her eyes gradually turned red.

She stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand, passed through the wooden grille of the dusty women's room window, and tried to reach it, trying to reach the men's room a foot away, and touch her son's face.

Zhan Beiye immediately broke the wooden bar of the men's toilet silently, and put his face on it.

Between the men's and women's toilets was a thick bush, covering the gap between the two toilets and the mother's slow stroking of her son.

At this moment, both mother and son stopped crying. Zhan Beiye was afraid that his mother would touch his tears. As a mother, she felt that she was really happy at this moment, and if she wanted to cry, someone else should cry.

They were standing in the smelly dark men's and women's toilets, with a distance of one foot apart, smiling silently at each other.

She slowly touched her son's face with her hand, and pulled out the stubble on his face that she hadn't had time to trim for a long time. She didn't like that thing.

She pulled it out with heavy hands, and didn't know how to restrain it, and there were slight drops of blood, but Zhan Beiye didn't even frown, and cooperated very cooperatively, making it easier for her to pull it out.

Just then they heard the voice "Your Majesty is here!"

Zhan Beiye jumped suddenly, and the concubine caught off guard with a swipe of her hand. A stubble that the concubine had pulled out halfway was pulled out. His fingernails ran across Zhan Beiye's face, but he didn't realize it. He shrugged his shoulders and was about to jump up.

However, halfway through the jump, he stopped suddenly. On the opposite side, the mother concubine looked at him in horror. She didn't know what the paging meant. She only saw the shock of Zhan Beiye, and such shock immediately infected her. His son And Ning Ding's eyes began to panic.

Zhan Beiye saw his concubine's eyes like that, immediately took a deep breath, and restrained himself.

Can't be impulsive.

Things haven't gotten to the worst level yet, Fuyao is witty and cunning, and his martial arts is also high, so he may not be able to deal with Zhan Nancheng, if he rushes out recklessly, he may bring her danger.

Or she said, believe her!

He took a deep breath, leaned on the beam of the stinky toilet, squeezed the concubine's hand, and patted her comfortingly.

Then, wait.

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Zhan Nancheng walked towards the bed.

He stared at the woman's thin back, with delicate fragrant shoulders, shaped like a delicate butterfly, the waistline hidden under the thin quilt was surprisingly narrow, but when it was narrow to the extreme, it had just the right ups and downs, so the ups and downs became The spring water has become the distant mountains, the willows have become the graceful and fluent poems written by all literati and poets.

When the poem hit his eyes, it also hit his heart, and his breathing became slightly quickened.

The tent of memory suddenly opened, just like that day when he opened the paper door on the promenade with one hand, the lilacs in the garden were driven down by the sound of the wind, and floated into the room. Among the falling flowers, she raised her head, like a pearl in her chin like a jade Glossy and moist, but those lips are more delicate and beautiful than lilac.

She said that the general worked hard.

As if a prophecy came true, he has indeed lived a hard life since then - that is the queen of the previous dynasty, the concubine of the father, and the concubine after that, which has nothing to do with him.

He can't have anything to do with it, the emperor of Tiansha, that momentary glimpse of his heart, will never be spoken to others in this life.

It's just that at this moment, the news that finally reassured him slightly relieved his guard, and he suddenly felt at ease, the world belongs to him, this lonely woman has since escaped from the protection of that brave son, and has become his complete subject, why did he Can't get any closer, look at her

He approached, his eyes were confused, immersed in the late spring many years ago, he lowered his body slightly, breathing heavily on the shoulder of the woman on the couch.

He reached out to touch the slender shoulder.

The knife flashed!

Like a flash of shock lighting up in the far western sky, it travels through the sky in an instant, splits ninety thousand miles of red clouds and thick fog, and goes straight to the head of the enemy!

Meng Fuyao used the greatest strength in his life and made the fastest move!

The whole room was full of saber light, the snow light was like training, menacing hair and skin, in the snow light Meng Fuyao violently rose up like an eagle, and shouted, "Revenge for the lord!"

"Hey—" The knife light reached Zhan Nancheng's chest almost at the moment it first appeared, Zhan Nancheng retreated very vigilantly, his eyes were furious, but he didn't fight Meng Fuyao, but intended to quickly retreat into the room.

Meng Fuyao sneered, "Trick?" The saber in his hand suddenly shone brightly, slashing viciously at his head, Zhan Nancheng subconsciously tilted his head, and when he tilted his head, he felt his throat tighten, and was pinched by Meng Fuyao, who had dropped the saber instantly. .

"Idiot, this is a false move, you don't even understand the false move?" Meng Fuyao laughed, Zhan Nancheng snorted coldly, and suddenly made a wrong finger.

Meng Fuyao immediately strengthened his hands, Zhan Nancheng's whole body went limp, but the finger was fast, with a "pop", when the two rings between Zhan Nancheng's fingers touched, a cloud of smoke and sparks suddenly appeared, and the former attacked directly. Meng Fuyao, while the latter flew up to the wall with a chirp, a flash of flames, and a loud bang.

With a bang, the guards inside and outside the hall all screamed and rushed over.

With a bang, Li Zhan Beiye shouted loudly, kicked the roof of the men's toilet, and the birch roof flew out spinning, killing several guards in a row. When he landed, he didn't know which mechanism he touched, and a burst of arrows shot in all directions. , Another round was shot.

Zhan Beiye hugged Concubine Tai in his arms, let her hug her neck tightly, tied her eyes with cloth strips, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about anything, hold me tight."

The concubine leaned against her son's thick and broad chest, smiled and nodded.

"Crack!" Zhan Beiye kicked away the wooden wall of the latrine, and flew out with a sneer amidst the dust and smoke, instead of running to the outside of the palace, he picked up the corpses of several guards who died nearby, and stood in front of him. Turn around and rush towards the inner hall.

Fuyao, I'll pick you up.

Behind him, the lights of Chonglian Palace were brightly lit, and there was the sound of chaotic footsteps. Crossbow arrows were mounted on the palace wall, and on the wooden buildings specially erected in the side halls on both sides, black giant cannons were being reloaded.

Zhan Beiye charged all the way forward, and every time he took a step, a new corpse fell to the ground. Every time a corpse fell to the ground, he picked up the corpse with his toes to make a new shield. Whoever attacked the most bravely died the fastest. Some people rushed Go up and cut the human shield in two, just in time, Zhan Beiye used half to block the sword, and the remaining half to step on the foot.

He is as powerful as a mad tiger, invincible in all directions. Most of the organs of Xihua Palace are set up on the way to escape. In front of the inner hall, for convenience and safety, there are fewer obstacles. In the scuffle, seeing through the trap at a glance, he kicked a soldier to the front of the mechanism with his foot, screaming that the soldier was shot into a hornet's nest, but Zhan Beiye was about to rush into the inner hall with blood on the ground.

"Stop him, Your Majesty is inside!" Numerous guards rushed up and formed a human wall on the top step, with swords shining like a forest, swords and halberds facing each other, pointing fiercely at Zhan Beiye who broke into the palace alone.

With a bang, Zhan Beiye had just stepped onto the bottom step when the step suddenly turned and fell.

Zhan Beiye yelled and rose from the ground, like a hawk in mid-air, shaking in shock.

Behind him, in Chonglian Palace, a person shouted, "Shoot!"

"Buzz!"

A large group of arrows shot like dark clouds, flashing blue light in the daytime when the dawn was gradually revealing, covering the sky and covering the earth, shooting towards Zhan Beiye's back.

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The battle in the outer hall is a brave fight of blood and fire; the battle in the inner hall is a heart-pounding battle of strategy and psychology.

The smoke was yellowish, and dispersed in an instant, one could tell it was poisonous smoke, spraying directly into Meng Fuyao's face.

Meng Fuyao didn't bat an eye, and didn't give way, grabbed Zhan Nancheng and sent him into the poisonous smoke.

Zhan Nancheng's eyes were even red. He never thought that this woman would be so fierce and sensitive. Normal people would instinctively avoid in such a situation, but she wanted to drag him to die together!

Meng Fuyao still refused to let it go, he laughed wretchedly, and said, "To die with Emperor Tiansha is nothing but an honor."

Suddenly there was a cold snort from above the head, the voice was cold and ethereal, as if there was nothing there, wandering softly like a cloud.

The humming sound exited, and the pale yellow smoke dissipated immediately.

Zhan Nancheng's deathly gray complexion immediately glowed, if it wasn't for Meng Fuyao pinching his throat, he would probably have cried out in ecstasy.

Meng Fuyao's eyes turned cold, she clenched the knife in her hand, the light of the knife flickered, reflected the image of the person on the beam, it was vaguely a woman, with long gray hair, long gray robe, flowing temperament like a cloud, Although sitting still, it feels as if it is constantly drifting, which is dazzling.

She lazily "floated" on the roof beams, scratched her head a little bored, pulled out a white hair and looked at it in the palm of her hand, and said lightly, "The emperor of Tiansha is really useless, I don't want to be late One step, and he was almost killed by a girl."

Zhan Nancheng's face was ashen, but Meng Fuyao grinned and said, "Hey, Senior Liang Shangke, don't underestimate the emperor of Tiansha, he can't fight well, and other things are not small, playing tricks, setting up ambushes and traps Ah, murdering your own brother and coveting your widowed mother are all good."

Zhan Nancheng's complexion was no longer human, his teeth were clenched, and he looked at Meng Fuyao with eyes that were devouring. Meng Fuyao stared at him without retreating, and did not hide the hatred in his eyes at all, and said solemnly, "What? Want to kill me? What a coincidence, I really want to kill you too. If I hadn't thought about the usefulness of your poor life, I would have cut you up piecemeal just now. You are a disgusting thing that is not as good as a pig or a dog!"

The more she spoke, the angrier she became, the faces of the eight dead cavalrymen of Heifengqi, and Zhan Beiye's tearful face listening to her mother singing across the wall, were all dangling in front of her eyes, making her heart ache like wrenching anger, and raised her hand It was just a "slap" slap, "Damn, I'm angry when I see you, I beat you first!"

The crisp sound of flesh and flesh clashing reverberated in the room, and some soldiers who rushed in to be escorted looked pale and their legs were weak. Meng Fuyao looked sideways at Zhan Nancheng and smiled sinisterly, "Call, call, call more people Come in, come in to see the emperor of Tiansha was slapped by me, come and see, I will slap one more person for every additional person, free of charge, no tickets required.”

Zhan Nancheng's chest heaved and trembled, his face flushed red at first, and then slowly turned pale, and the paleness gradually turned to ashen color—he could see that Meng Fuyao, a naughty man, could do what he said, a majestic emperor, Being slapped left and right by a pariah in public, what face will he have in the future? In desperation, he had no choice but to signal with his eyes, "Get out!"

The soldiers retreated into the outer hall with cold sweat on their faces as if they were receiving an amnesty, but the cloud-like woman on the beam lazily said, "Little girl, don't be too arrogant. In front of my old man, you are fanning left and right!" , It’s too embarrassing for me, it’s enough to stir it up once or twice.”

"Senior, the more I listen to what you say, the more I like it." Meng Fuyao smiled brightly, "Listen to you, stir it up once or twice."

She flicked her backhand and "slapped" another slap across the face. Facing Zhan Nancheng, who was so angry that his veins were bulging, he said innocently, "Senior asked me to slap him twice."

The woman on the beam laughed, her gray hair looked old, her voice was too lazy to be heard and she wanted to sleep, but her laughter was clear and exquisite, as bright and sharp as a broken silver bottle, "You child, I I like it, but unfortunately…”

She was speaking well, but suddenly she let out a faint sigh, and her sleeve seemed to move in the sigh.

As soon as the sleeve moved, Meng Fuyao immediately raised the sword light, and with a snap, the green light collided fiercely with a gray-white dark light that appeared like a ghost. The light came rolling in like clouds and mist, and hit it! Hit again! Three hits!

Three hits, it stopped, and after a while, black hair cut off by the sharp blade and the turbulent power fell leisurely down.

And Sen Liang's blade was pressed between Meng Fuyao's eyebrows, and he was only a hair away from losing his appearance.

Without blinking, Meng Fuyao put down the knife without changing his face, and smiled, "Oh, senior, thank you for helping me cut my troublesome bangs."

But the woman in gray suddenly said, "You have the real strength in your body, 'Feng Zhaqi', are you Dafeng's apprentice?"

She poked her face down. She had a bloodless white face, with delicate features, and her eyebrows were especially straight and delicate, like the most perfect "one" written by a famous artist, but her eyes were illusory and unfocused. It doesn't matter how old you are, you can be forty or fifty, or twenty or thirty.

Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes, listening to the woman's tone, most likely she is one of the top ten, among the top ten, Yuheng doesn't know the gender, Yunhun and Wuyin are women, who is this

Also, according to someone from Zong, one of these three people had a grudge with Dafeng, but he didn't know who it was, so be careful with this answer.

She pinched Zhan Nancheng's neck tightly, with the knife blocking his and her face, and replied with a smile, "I don't know Senior Dafeng, I only met him once in a certain prison a few days ago, and I was almost killed, and I was forced to force him." Gaining some qi, almost crippled my martial arts, maybe it's this damn 'wind blowing'?"

"Dafeng has good eyesight," the gray-clothed woman took a closer look at Meng Fuyao, "You have a good foundation, and I think it suits my school quite well, but unfortunately..."

Meng Fuyao immediately raised his saber again.

"call-"

Suddenly, an undercurrent rolled up under his feet, silent but powerful, like a flying cloud crossing the sky, unknowingly fast but fleeting for thousands of miles, there is an irresistible force of nature that dominates the world in a leisurely way, Meng Fuyao only feels The ankle tightened, and before he had time to react, he was thrown out by the airflow.

She tumbled and fell out, hit the wall with a loud sound, coughed, and spat out half a mouthful of blood.

The woman in gray said again: "Unfortunately..."

With a bang, Meng Fuyao slammed into the corner of the table sideways this time, knocking out half of his teeth.

"pity… "

"Bang!" Meng Fuyao slid out from the ground, scraping off a piece of skin between his elbows.

"pity… "

"Crack!" Meng Fuyao's knife-grabbing finger blocking the door suddenly turned over strangely and broke.

However, Zhan Nancheng is always in her palm.

No matter what kind of silent force was thrown, no matter whether it was blood or teeth spit out, flesh or skin scraped off, joints or knuckles broken, Meng Fuyao would never let go.

Her dagger was never far from his throat, and every time the dagger dangled, Zhan Nancheng was terrified. Every time she rolled out, the sharp dagger would draw one or two cracks on Zhan Nancheng's body. Every time she spilled a drop of blood, Zhan Nancheng also had to pay for more than one drop.

The woman in gray finally stopped her hands, and the aura of controlling the power of heaven and earth to move through the room stopped immediately. She rolled up her sleeves, looked at Meng Fuyao vainly for a long while, and shook her head, "I have never seen you so ruthless!" Such a rogue woman."

"Senior." Meng Fuyao took a sip, and spit out the bloody and drool-filled broken tooth onto Zhan Nancheng's face, then wiped his mouth on Zhan Nancheng's 18-piece Tengyun dragon robe with nine-dragon gold thread, still smiling Don't change, "Think about it clearly, I can't beat you, but with my strength, as long as I am not afraid of death, it is not difficult to keep the hostage. Even if you kill me, I will hold him back. I must make him understand , What do you mean a little back."

"Why do you have to do this?" The woman in gray sat on the beam and looked down at her with a frown. "Is it worth it? Why?"

Meng Fuyao was silent, light and shadow flashed in front of his eyes, the cavalrymen who died at the snake's kiss by the side of the pool, the pale faces hanging upside down from the poisonous vines, the gossiping Wang Hu in the swamp, Hua Zi who was burned to a skeleton, the third son who pushed her out in the tomb, detonated the explosion... Lao De who is thundering, Ah Hai who is only half left, and Ronaldinho who has disappeared... flashed like lightning.

She slowly put the dagger on Zhan Nancheng's throat, watching the cold air penetrate her body, a trace of blood flowed from the noble emperor's throat, with a smile in her eyes, and said, "For those who sacrificed."

The woman in gray stared at her in confusion, and said for a while, "Why do you always work so hard for a talent like you? You let him go, and I'll tell him to spare you in the future."

"Now it's me who doesn't forgive him, it's not him who doesn't forgive me." Meng Fuyao smiled, "You made a mistake."

The woman in gray looked at Zhan Nancheng helplessly, and murmured, "I shouldn't have accepted the Zhan family's offer at the beginning..." After thinking about it, she said, "I'll give you one of my white hairs. Save your life."

Meng Fuyao stared at this violent and naive one of the top ten, and said solemnly, "Senior, I will definitely grow white hair in the future, maybe I will have more white hair than you, so I will give it away without any effort."

"Alas..." the gray-clothed woman became irritable, and tore off the white hair she had been caressing in her hand, "Then I have no choice but to kill you."

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Zhan Beiye was in mid-air.

The steps in front of him collapsed, the arrows behind him rained like rain, and he was still holding his mother and concubine in his arms, leaving only one hand to fight the enemy.

If he throws his mother out at this time, he can get out of the trap and the rain of arrows behind him by using his strength.

But he held the concubine mother tighter, and then shouted loudly.

"rise!"

He kicked it out, and it lifted the fallen stone slab. It was a whole piece of white marble slab, several meters long and weighing a thousand catties. He kicked it up with one foot and went straight into the air!

The stone slab flew up, facing the rain of arrows behind him. No matter how powerful the crossbow arrows were, they couldn't penetrate the solid stone and broke off one after another. At this time, Zhan Beiye's figure inevitably fell.

He fell, and below him was a pit full of steel knives.

Zhan Beiye shouted again.

"live!"

The sound was like thunder, so startled that the guards on the first step who were about to raise their spears to force Zhan Beiye into the steel sword formation all paused. After a while, Zhan Beiye slashed horizontally, and an almost invisible figure jumped up in the air. With the toughness that could be achieved, the two long legs stood on the edge of the pit.

Once he braced his figure, he was as stable as a rock that could not be moved by a hurricane. When he raised his head, his dark eyes hit him like iron, and the guards were suffocated again.

With a twist of his legs, he turned around and flew up, Zhan Beiye stretched out his hand, dozens of long spears were all in his hand, and then swung them violently, all the guards in the front, back, left and right fell out amidst the whistling wind, bumping into each other all over the ground in a mess Rolling and moaning, some crashed into the pit, screaming and splashing blood, Zhan Beiye laughed, stepped on the heads of those who were in a mess, and rushed straight to the gate of the palace.

However, more people poured out in front of the hall, and were blocked by Zhan Nancheng's guards who retreated to the outer hall one after another, intending to stop Zhan Beiye.

"Whoever blocks will die!"

Zhan Beiye has always been succinct and succinct, and he has always kept his word. With a flash of his long sword, he pierced through three people and shot blood. He sneered, "I like killing people very much. Thank you for providing your heads."

His brows were stained with blood, and his body was covered in muddy flesh. Puffs of blood flowed out from his swing of the sword, floating like a rainbow in the Splendid Hall. The half-dead guards who fell under his feet were kicked by him unceremoniously. Stomp on the head - "crack"! "Snapped"! One after another.

Exploding blood and broken bones, organs and brains flowing everywhere.

To kill, stop killing.

At this moment, Zhan Beiye doesn't want to care about whether this is his Tiansha's people, he only knows that if he delays for a moment, Meng Fuyao will be more dangerous, and whoever stops in front of him will kill Meng Fuyao, so, block me Those who die will kill whoever they meet!

Such a cruel method, the majestic power of killing the gods and reincarnation, shocked the guards. Although they dared not retreat due to their duties, their resistance was much weaker. Many people fought and retreated. Unceremoniously, he went on a rampage, killed a bloody path, and went straight to the inner hall.

As soon as he rushed into the inner hall, he didn't see Zhan Nancheng, he didn't see the woman in gray, he only saw Meng Fuyao, half of Meng Fuyao was covered in blood, he saw Meng Fuyao's swollen lips, and even saw her broken and folded behind the sleeve little finger.

His eyes were red.

Then he saw Zhan Nancheng who was in a mess covered in blood, and heard the words of the woman in gray on the beam, "Then I have no choice but to kill you."

He rushed in immediately.

He came menacingly, his robes rolled up and there was a sharp wind sound, and he attacked like a steel knife, but the woman in gray only raised her eyes and glanced at him, and said lazily, "Here comes another one, hey, I need to work harder killed."

Zhan Beiye sneered, jumped at her without hesitation, and shouted:

"If you want to kill her, kill me first!"