The villain is acting as a demon again

Chapter 668 The Battle of the Palace Gate 29
It's cold, windy and snowy.

On the ground, blood flowed into rivers.

On the city gate, thousands of bows and crossbows are ready to go.

The loser is a bandit, and the loser is dressed in blood-colored battle clothes, besieged on all sides.

The winner is the king, and the king stands on the palace gate, looking down on the world.

Xingchen stood proudly, her silver-white battle clothes were dyed with bright red, like red plums, holding the Jinghong Sword, she had a beautiful face, her clear eyes were like vast stars, and her whole body exuded an arrogance.

Huangfu Jinyu stood beside her, with an incomparable domineering aura of a king, an incomparable natural nobility, a monstrous face that was unsurpassedly handsome, his eyes were utterly cold, and only when he looked at her could he show tenderness. At this moment, he and her are kings The posture overlooks everything.

"Bei Yeting, intending to rebel, killing countless people, let's capture him without a fight."

"It's fine to arrest the general without a fight, but I beg His Royal Highness Jinyu to let the little girl go." Bei Yeting, the general who had been a soldier for half his life and admired by thousands of people, knelt down on one knee at this moment, put aside all dignity, and begged humbly.

"Father..." Scorching Yang's voice was hoarse, and his black hair fluttered in the cold wind, like poppies in full bloom, cold and poisonous, decadent and desperate.

How could her father kneel down, how could he bear such shame!

"Don't be afraid, little scorching sun. If father leaves, he is going to see your mother. Don't be sad, little scorching sun..." Bei Yeting was covered in blood and his face was ashen. Only those old eyes were shining with light and reluctance.

"Father!" Jiao Yang's eyes were red, she could lose everything, except her father!

On the city gate, Xing Chen frowned lightly, and a trace of unbearableness flashed in her eyes. No matter what bad things Beiye Jiaoyang did, how arrogant, how vicious, she envied Beiye Jiaoyang for having a father who loved her so much.

Huangfu Jinyu took Xingchen's little hand and held it in his big palm. He could see the unbearable and envious look in her eyes, and his tone was serious and determined: "Girl, you still have me."

Xingchen smiled slightly, she still has him, with just one look, he can understand her.

Under the palace gate, there was a dead silence, as if only Bei Yeting and his daughter were left looking at each other.

"Little Jiaoyang, don't be afraid, live well, father has wanted to see your mother for more than ten years..." Bei Yeting's year-long murderous spirit disappeared instantly, leaving only endless affection.

"Father, if you leave, I will not live anymore. We, father and daughter, will be companions on the road to Huangquan."

The scorching sun's voice resounded through the sky, and the cold wind lifted the corners of her clothes, reckless and unrestrained, the former arrogance seemed to come back in an instant, even if it was about to wither.

There is a kind of person, even if he is defeated, even if he is dead, he is still indomitable.

Huangfu Jinyu was slightly startled, his evil handsome face was as cold as water, he thought that Beiye Jiaoyang would beg for mercy for her father, maybe he would appreciate their father-daughter relationship, but if they go to the underworld together, they will not know good from bad!
He was extremely disgusted with Beiye Jiaoyang's arrogance, she was already in a mess, she should be dying.That vicious but desperate look, those gorgeous but sharp eyes, that gaudy but dazzling red dress, all of them are disgusting!
A trace of shock and envy flashed in Xingchen's beautiful eyes, and he couldn't help admiring such a deep father-daughter relationship.

If Beiye Jiaoyang lost his father and lost his status, it would be equivalent to losing everything. Going to the underworld together is not a kind of determination and courage. He would rather die than live in an ignoble existence.

Lingyu was expressionless, standing on the side of the city gate, looking at everything below.

There was a dead silence, as if waiting for death.

(End of this chapter)