Pampering the sea

If she surrendered now, her life would be a kind of treason for glory, a kind of carelessness, even if she doesn't care about it because she has a weak sense of dynasty, but Yan Zhan does.

Xin Yue suddenly clutched his chest, where it hurt so much.

He has been with her for so long, he tolerated and protected her time and time again, he contradicted the emperor he cared about most for her, he went through life and death several times for her, but she gave him nothing.

Xin Yue clenched his fist tightly, and then loosened it little by little.

She stretched out her hand, took off her battle armor, threw away her helmet, and stood proudly, throwing away her honor and disgrace.

If you can't do anything all the time, then use your life as the last gift, and pay the most obligatory protection for the land you hold on to.

A long knife was pulled out from the waist with a swipe, and it shone like a scorching light in the snowy world. Ban suppressed her fierce sharp edge, and her sharp and thin chin raised a stubborn arc. On the tower, in the eyes of thousands of soldiers, and in the bloody world, she turned the knife over without a trace of hesitation, holding her hands tightly. Facing his chest, he stabbed it hard.

With a puff, fresh | blood splashed, and the bright red liquid soaked most of her face, her snow-white battle robe, and even the ground under her feet. She stood there, expressionless as usual However, his body fell down bit by bit like a banner behind him.

Everything is silent, the world is so cold that there is no temperature, and on the distant plateau, there are goshawks that can't find their way back, flying desolately.

Snow, slowly, slowly covered down.

At this moment, there was a roar between the sky and the earth, and everyone looked up, and saw many galloping war horses appearing in the distance from one point to one line and then to the other side. , thin lips tightly pursed, hair flying, like a life-threatening king from hell.

"kill--"

Shocking war drums rumbled, as if they could tear people's eardrums apart, thunder rumbled in the sky, sword lights split the most cruel arcs in the air, flags fluttered like blackbird wings, and the smell of blood lingered in the air. People's breaths spread out for a long time...

There was a hail of bullets between the world and chaos.

Not long after, Zhang Shun, one of Chu Zhiling's subordinates, sneaked up the tower. He called out to the blood-soaked woman, sister-in-law, but no one answered. He stretched out his hand, testing her breath nervously.

Not breathing.

Zhang Shun couldn't breathe for a while, he stumbled to his feet, and shouted towards the man in black clothes downstairs: "Brother! Sister-in-law is not breathing... Sister-in-law, sister-in-law is dead!"

As soon as the words came out, Zhang Shun regretted it, because he could clearly see a huge hostility in Chu Zhiling's eyes after he said those words, which was mixed with strong sadness. Hostility, with an incomparable anger, seems to be able to destroy the entire world.

The flames of war were burning openly in the ice and snow, and a blood red flashed in the man's eyes, which made people tremble with fear.

Outside Youtai Pass, the man let out an astonishing roar, and after that, he began to swing his sword wildly.

He was indeed crazy, because not only did he kill those soldiers, but even the subordinates who came with him, he stabbed the knife into the opponent's heart without hesitation, and then pulled it out fiercely with no expression on his face.

The blood stained the earth, the sky, the horses, and everything within sight.

Outside Youtai Pass, the flag is crumbling.

He is killing crazily, and everyone is afraid, but the world will not let you escape from its clutches because you are afraid, what should come will still come.

Corpses fell one after another beside Chu Zhiling. His offensive carried a madness and despair that would destroy the whole world.

The person he loves most is dead, and his kindness does not need to be preserved.These people, all the people in the world, deserve to die!

"Don't...don't...kill...kill..." Suddenly, Zhang Shun, who was huddled on the tower in fright, heard a weak female voice. He suddenly turned around and found that Xin Yue who was lying on the ground opened his eyes slightly. Eyes, lips speak slowly.

"Sister-in-law, you are not dead yet!" Zhang Shun shouted in surprise.

"Didn't you not breathe just now?" Zhang Shun frowned suspiciously.

Zhang Shun didn't care so much, and shouted loudly on the tower: "Brother, sister-in-law is not dead!"

Chu Zhiling, who was on the verge of madness, would not believe his words at all. He was still violently waving the long knife in his hand, and his clothes were soaked in blood in the heavy snow. He never thought of stopping. As long as he is not dead, all these revenges Neither will stop.

Until the corner of his eye glanced at the distant city tower, beside Zhang Shun, there was a man holding the city fence and standing up covered in blood.

The man frowned, but his eyes were as bright as the stars.

He was stunned.

He reined in the horse's reins, the cold wind lifted the hair on his forehead, and large flakes of snow fell, his eyes just stagnated like that, as if they would never move.

She is not dead.

A sword took advantage of this opportunity to penetrate into his body, but he only flicked it lightly, regardless of how the scars spread on his body, he just rode his horse and galloped towards her direction.

On the city tower, he avoided her wound, embraced her in his arms, and hugged her tightly.

She leaned against his chest without saying a word.

Five days later, Xin Yue was lying on the bed, thinking over and over again about a question, why hasn't she died yet?

Even if she was stabbed in the heart with a sword, she could still survive, but then no one should come to save her, right?There was a sneer on the corner of her lips.

"Is it better?" Chu Zhiling asked softly beside him.

Xin Yue resisted the piercing pain in his heart, refused Chu Zhiling's support, and sat up from the bed.

"I'm fine now, thank you for your care." She said lightly.

"You want to get out of bed?" Chu Zhiling asked.

"I'm ready to say goodbye."

Chu Zhiling suddenly grabbed her hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"

Xin Yue just slightly raised his eyebrows, and then said softly: "Do you know why Zhang Shun thought I was dead at that time?"

Chu Zhiling looked at her deeply, but didn't speak.

"Because, I'm holding my breath."

Chu Zhiling raised his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice, "You don't want to be rescued by me? Do you want to die?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"Because," Xin Yue's eyes calmed down, "Yan Zhan is dead."

"Are you going to die if he dies?" Chu Zhiling's eyes were dark and his brows were tightly frowned.

"Without a doubt, of course, Yan Zhan's weight in my heart has far surpassed yours." She looked at him quietly.

Chu Zhiling's hands tightened suddenly, and his voice was hoarse: "Why?"