This is a world full of death. Everyone's eyes are bloodshot, as if they understand for the first time that they are human beings, not beasts biting each other. Before this, they had never even met each other, and they even couldn't understand each other. There is no personal grudge. But why do we have to treat each other as less than animals and fight without end
She is the only one left in the world.
Zhao Deji is not dead yet, and Jin Wushu is still wielding the butcher knife - but King Qin has fallen. It is his only pillar, his only support, and a man like this iron tower will actually fall. He is also going to die. .The great revenge could not be avenged, and he could not even see his son for the last time, so the whole army was wiped out.
A fragile life is like a yellow flower that has experienced frost, and can no longer withstand the destruction of too violent storm. In the whole world, there is only one white-haired woman left, like a monster that suddenly becomes a demon.
The devil!
Everyone was shocked by this terrible sight and kept running away, hoping to stay as far away from her as possible.
She staggered, she stumbled, she was the only one running.
She held the bow and arrow tightly, losing all her joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but her goal was clear and she knew where she was going.
Even the crumbling King Qin stood up and stared at her strangely, his eyes full of sadness. Girl, what a pitiful girl. He wanted to shout again, wanted to open his arms, even if it was to hug her again! Give me a hug, just give me a hug. Even just for a moment.
He had already opened his arms, and with his bloody hands, he barely stood still with the support of the two guards who came over, trying to greet her. However, she did not come towards him. She almost didn't see him, her His eyes were empty, only focused on one point, looking in one direction, and drawing the bow and arrow in his hand: Aim at him!
Yue Pengju died in his hands, and King Qin died in his hands. This was a more insidious person than Zhao Deji, wearing a warm and affectionate coat, using the most vicious and cruel methods to kill everyone. She even had no time to regret, regret that An antidote given so easily, just hate, hate myself:
At this moment, his face completely overlapped with that of Zhao Deji. The politician's face was even more vicious than Qin Hui's. Qin Hui was just a double lackey, and he and Zhao Deji were the culprits.
It's ridiculous that I was deceived by his little tricks, and it turned out to be a woman's kindness. Sadly, women are often like this. No matter how strong they are, whether they admit it or not, they will be involuntarily intoxicated by men's tricks. Over time, , forgetting that his fake show is real, forgetting his true colors, thus relaxing their guard and vigilance. The so-called men are not bad, women do not love them, but they forget the sweet words and various methods of bad men. They are just sugar-coated. The poison. The more beautiful it is, the more it seals the throat.
Even myself, even myself, who was separated from him by national hatred and private hatred, was actually caught in the trick. If the woman's kindness had not given him the antidote carelessly at that time, how could he have harmed him now? The so-called Yelv Guanyin antidote was just a relief. Only she understood that it was the antidote she got from the Orochi tribe that saved his life.
He actually gave the antidote to the man who killed his husband!
He actually gave the antidote to Song's great enemy!
I was actually deceived by such a sweet-talking man!
If not, how could it harm King Qin
Retribution, this is God's retribution for his kindness to his wife.
Even if he is under Jiuquan, he has no face to see Yue Pengju.
Her face was covered with blood, and she was so tormented by hatred that she completely lost the ability to judge. She only knew how to rush forward, kill, and end everything, including herself. She no longer had any enthusiasm for life, but just tried her best to kill a person. Count one.
She calmed down at this time. The wind blew by, and the white hair floated in front of her eyes, stinging her eyes and blocking her sight. She didn't know if it was sweat or blood. It fell drop by drop, but she couldn't see it. Looking squinting, she didn't notice anything strange about the hair, nor did she know it was called "white" - she only knew one color, and that was "red" - the whole world was blood red.
The blood red stimulated the nerves, as if mysteriously injecting endless energy, as if there was a soul in the universe suddenly possessing her. She could even detect the fearful eyes of those Jin Jun who were avoiding her - ah, they saw the devil. ! They saw a she-devil!
She just drew the bow skillfully and used all her strength to aim at the person on Wu Zhui's horse a few feet in front of her.
He still didn't wear his bag, exposed his neck, and held an arrow in his hand. It was the arrow that had just been shot at the King of Qin. Just a moment ago, he was still very impressed with his exquisite archery skills and that his skill was still as good as before. Extraordinary pride. At this time, the trace of pride still remained on his face. He had no time to take it back, and because of surprise, they merged at the same time. It was so weird that it made him smile but not smile, adding to the viciousness.
The face that was once graceful and suave, the face that once played the flute under the moon, the face that once boiled tea for three times - his so-called elegance and suaveness have all been put away, and they have all given way to this silk-skinned smile. Politicians are accustomed to reveal their inner feelings inadvertently, and there is no way for them to hide it.
She could even imagine his expression when he saw Yue Pengju fall during the Battle of Lin'an. The same was true.
History reincarnates in an astonishing way. Why are we always unable to control our own destiny
She was full of sorrow and hatred, and wanted to shoot a hole in the sky, completely cover the earth, and destroy everything.
She ran closer and closer, but there was still no one to stop her. It seemed that as soon as she got closer, she would be swallowed up by the evil spirit in her body. The golden soldiers kept retreating, and then retreating.
Including Jin Wushu. Until there was no retreat. He stared blankly at the woman with a face filled with hatred—
White hair! Beauty!
Blue hair and beauty.
The hero dies.
Do not allow the world to grow old.
She turned gray, and at that moment, her head was covered with black hair, which suddenly turned like snow, like a charming rain, like the heavy snow in June. He was particularly shocked when he saw it with his own eyes. He watched her rush into the house. Come over, the torches all over the sky illuminate her face, and the blood is smeared like the most gorgeous rouge, forming a strange contrast with the flying white hair - the God of Destiny!
grim Reaper!
Witch!
Suddenly his whole body trembled, and his left hand holding the bow and arrow also trembled, just like the reincarnation of fate and entangled grievances.
It was so close that Hua Rong could even clearly see his slightly trembling hand, which was his left hand! Only then did she realize what a terrible and ridiculous mistake she had made: the mysterious "Golden General" used his right hand like ordinary people. But Jin Wushu used his left hand! Because he once cut off a thumb on his right hand, it was impossible to shoot an arrow with his right hand!
That mysterious golden general is definitely not a golden martial artist!
Women, damn they are intoxicated, damn they are born weak, so it doesn’t matter whether they love or not, but they are moved and blinded by small favors...
Only now do I understand that when he, the Fourth Prince, is in an absolute advantage, what does it mean to discharge a little electricity at a hostile woman? What does it mean to give some insignificant and innocuous small favors within the scope of being superior? He didn't even bother to kill Yelv Guanyin! He only wantonly appreciated her flattering and performances towards him and her trepidation - and he was a master with absolute control. Yelv Guanyin was like a dog, unable to escape from his control, so he was happy to be generous and happy to show his Broad-minded and kind, to fulfill his reputation of generosity.
This kind of performance of his is even more vivid when it comes to himself: Look, my fourth prince even treats the widow of an enemy general with kindness! You see, my fourth prince is so infatuated with the enemy's women; you see, it is not such a terrible thing to be destroyed by the country and the family. Maybe, the next woman favored by the enemy's generals will be you - because women love to dream and are narcissistic; His hobby is to deepen and cultivate their narcissism.
Therefore, it has always been said that merchant girls do not know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but they still sing songs across the river.
This is more effective than attacking the mind.
She thought that she was really not as good as a businesswoman. She was not even as good as Yelu Guanyin. At least Yelu Guanyin had a calculating attitude and profit mentality towards the fourth prince from head to toe; and she, at certain times, Treat him sincerely, at least, not completely treating him as an enemy, and even occasionally treating him as a friend - less than an enemy, more than a friend; and even subconsciously standing in his position to defend him. Fourth Prince, he again No matter how bad it is, it is still somewhat good for yourself.
It turns out that's not the case.
Not at all!
He is just one of the objects he is trying to play with but cannot get it!
Fortunately, I never became his plaything. Therefore, his face was immediately exposed.
Kill without mercy, kill without mercy!
Her heart was filled with incomparable hatred, which was greater than the hatred for Zhao Deji and Qin Hui combined.
She fully drew the bowstring, and the arrow in her hand seemed to be full of life. This was the most energetic time in the past ten years when she used arrows. It was neither the forgiveness of Jin Wushu in the sea battle with Pengju in the past, nor the shooting of willow trees. The flower stand at the festival! It is real, like the most skilled hunter, facing a vicious jackal, he must hit with one blow, no less than any of the most sober and rational warriors.
With a "swish" sound, the arrow shot through the rainbow, carrying the breath of death and curse in the dark night. Everyone was still immersed in the shock of that white hair, even Jin Wushu's Many personal guards were also caught off guard.
Jin Wushu woke up immediately. It was an instinct. He immediately saw her eyes full of hatred and murderous intent.
This was something he had never seen before. Even if it was a missed arrow in the battle at sea, even if it was the knife that cut off the thumb in Hongye Town - she had left room for it. Before this, she had never really thought about killing. He has always been so sure about himself.
Until now, until now, I never thought that I would definitely want to kill her so much today!
If you kill me, I will kill you!
He is a politician and has been immersed in politics for decades. He is like a wolf, always alert to the crises around him. It is an innate ability. Therefore, he reacted immediately.
The arrow was already close to his throat. At such a close distance, Fang Tian's painted halberd also lost its effectiveness. He couldn't dodge and turned sideways on his horse. His movements were incredibly fast. He reached out to fish it out and grabbed a guard who couldn't react to block it. In front of him, only a scream was heard. A sharp arrow had been inserted into the guard's throat and he died on the spot.