Ling Hongluo was watched tightly by the two guards, no matter where she went, these two guards would not leave an inch, and her every little movement could not escape the eyes of these two guards. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Their cultivation is not low in the guards brought by the spirit carrot, they are all the cultivation of the middle stage of the eighth order, facing them, the spirit carrot is helpless, and there is not even the slightest possibility of escaping - it would be good if she could also set up a killing and cultivation array now, but even if she wrote down the formation map, she didn't have that kind of technique.

Being weak is really not a good thing.

This is what Ling Hongluo has experienced since she was a child, and now she is even more determined in her beliefs.

If he was really strong enough, he would not have watched the chisel given to him by his master being snatched away, and watched them start designing his master, but he couldn't do anything about it.

I've been a lot more cautious.

The piece of black gold iron was left by her mother for her future refining, because she was worried that her grandfather would mix something that should not be in the scroll of ancient gods.

She let out a sigh of relief when she met the guards, but even then she didn't say a word about Chu Feng.

But these cautions are only for one person. Because this man has saved her so many times, there are almost too many to count.

Every time she eats, this person will first help her taste to see if it will be highly toxic, and every time he is assassinated, he has always guarded him, even if he is injured and is about to die, he will never leave him half a step.

On that stormy night six years ago, this person risked being exterminated, carrying her on his back, who was only nine years old, and killed a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, killing the children of the Yan clan of the same generation who turned pale when they heard her name.

Every time he killed a branch of the Yan Clan, he would ask one word: "Enough?"

There was viscous blood flowing from the ground like the glass of grape wine that her mother had drunk, and the intoxicating vertigo made her never satisfied, so she replied with only one word: "No."

Then, scarred, he picked up his gun and continued to kill.

He slaughtered from the east gate to the west gate of the fire-weary city, entered the courtyard gate of the five families, and killed the five vein branches.

Even when he was dying by his grandfather Po Junyan, he also picked up his gun and killed a young genius of the Yan clan who often laughed at her and bullied her under the nose of Po Junyan.

How can this person not be trusted?

From the time she was five years old, when this person came to her, she had become accustomed to the presence of this person, to relying on and trusting him as if he were a relative.

She felt that he was very trustworthy, just like the master, more trustworthy than the master, because time and life and death had already proved his loyalty to her.

But what she didn't expect was that from beginning to end, he was only loyal to his grandfather.

Grandfather wanted him to die, and he would die immediately, without hesitation, without complaint.

Even if he grew up under his nose, even if he called him uncle, even if he regarded him as a relative, as long as his grandfather let him betray him, he would not hesitate at all.

It turns out that what I thought was proved by time and life and death was all fake.

It's vain, it's like the wind, no matter how hard you grab it, you can't hold it in your hands.

The only thing you can catch is your own hands.

Ling Hongluo raised her head and looked at the sky, and whispered to herself: "It's really pitiful, there are not many people to trust, and now there is one less." ”

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly under the veil of the spirit carrot for a moment, not knowing whether to raise or hang down, if he could be seen, he would find that the face of the spirit carrot at the moment was a little indescribably distorted and awkward.

The two guards beside Ling Hongluo were also gloomy when they heard this.

They knew that the spirit carrots had never trusted them, but that didn't matter, because it was true that from the beginning, they were the ones who broke the army.

Their responsibility is only to keep the Seven Princesses safe, which does not require the trust of the Seven Princesses.

But they didn't expect that the person who made enemies everywhere in the country for the sake of the Seventh Princess turned out to be the king's person.

The king's scheming is too deep, and it turns out that he has already planted the deepest nail beside the seventh princess, waiting for the best moment to explode.

If it weren't for this incident, the guards felt that the relationship between the Seventh Princess and him would have been very harmonious, and the Seventh Princess's only respect for people would have been dedicated to him, and he would still be the stupid person who was loyal to the Seventh Princess in the eyes of everyone.

Now, however, all the illusions of good have broke.

In fact, it is as cold as ice, which makes people's blood cold and makes people chill.

A chasm has emerged, it has appeared, and it will never be bridged.

Unless the day Jingwei fills up the sea, maybe Jingwei will come to fill the ravine. But after so many years of reclamation by Jingwei, the sea has not changed, so this ravine may never heal.

"If the master dies...... " Ling Hongluo thought a little gloomily. She didn't know if Chu Feng could see through that trap as soon as possible, but she knew that the master had no chance of winning against that person, and even escaping would become a joke.

The master is the kind of person who would rather bend than bend, he has his persistence, so even if he knows that there is no chance of winning, he will not run away.

Fool, Ling Hongluo thought, obviously saying that as long as he lived, there was still hope, but sometimes he did something to kill himself. But if he is dead, who can he trust in this world?

Grandfather?

Did grandfather ever consider himself a granddaughter?

Father?

Did the father ever think of himself as a daughter?

Sibling?

Do those so-called brothers and sisters consider themselves relatives?

The people of the Yan tribe began to regard themselves as hopes, and concentrated the resources of the entire Yan tribe on themselves, and when the immortal prohibition was planted into their bodies, they became a poor worm and a burden.

Although he has the fastest cultivation speed, he is destined to be limited in his cultivation, so no one can afford to look down on him.

No one ever asked about her and her mother's life, no one came to visit her home, gave gifts to please her, no more natural treasures to enjoy for herself, and even some people bullied themselves, bullied their mothers, and even tried to kill themselves.

That's why I secretly entered the Demon Flame Pool, to prove myself to everyone. But no one looks at himself, because he has a hurdle that he cannot cross.

And the people of the carrot tribe, those who are busy recovering the country, regard themselves as evil seeds, see them as shame, and send people to assassinate themselves many times, regardless of the flesh and blood affection, regardless of the humiliation of their mother back then, who married and saved their lives.

There are also some people who are reluctant to survive, eager to get into the soil, and dare not touch anyone, for fear of being caught by the people of the Yan tribe and beheaded all over the house, even if their mother is killed, they also have an indifferent attitude.

They had long forgotten that her mother, who had been the king of the carrot tribe, had humiliated herself for the sake of her people and her people, and had given herself to the waste who was like a stallion and only interested in mating.

Whether she is in the eyes of the people of the Yan tribe or in the eyes of the people of the carrot tribe, she is just a mongrel, and her existence is an obstacle and a shame for them, nothing more.

"This world is really boring. Ling Hongluo said softly.

This made the two guards suddenly chill, they had served the spirit carrot for many years, and they knew the temperament of the seventh princess, violent and direct.

But at this time, the seventh princess was too gloomy, gloomy as if she was another person, and when combined with her words at this moment, it always made them feel that the seventh princess was tired of this world and had the idea of death.

If a person wants to die, he can't stop it no matter what.

But the seventh princess died, even if she committed suicide, even if she was already a hopeless person, but she was still a royal family, and her death meant that those who were guards had to be buried together.

Even he had to be buried with him.

This is the rule of the Yan clan, and the king of the Yan clan is as cruel and unreasonable.

"I'm not going to kill myself. As if guessing what the two guards were thinking, Ling Hongluo laughed, and her voice gradually became full of life.

The two guards breathed a sigh of relief, and one of the slightly bolder guards said in a dumb voice: "Seventh Princess......"

"I'm not called the Seventh Princess, that title is too disgusting, don't call it any Lingyan anymore, that name is disgusting. Ling Hongluo squinted his eyes and laughed, and said very directly, "My surname is Ling, my name is Hongluo, and my name is Ling Hongluo." ”

What she didn't expect was that not long after she told Chu Feng the name she liked very much, she would be bold enough to say it. After saying it, it was very relaxed and comfortable.

The surname is Ling, and the name is carrot.

Ling is the name given by her mother, and carrot is her mother's surname, and the transposition of her name at this moment shows another attitude of hers.

She is herself, and she has nothing to do with the carrot clan, what does the Yan clan or the carrot clan have to do with her?

She shed her mother's blood, the flesh that fell from her mother's body.

The two guards gasped in fright, and were a little frightened to answer.

Such a statement is too perverse, and if it reaches the ears of the iron-blooded king, they do not know what the outcome will be, but it must be extremely bleak.

"It's a bit of a rebellion, it scares you, doesn't it?" said Ling Hongluo laughing happily.

The guards didn't dare to answer, but when they heard Ling Hongluo then speak in a very cheerful tone, as if the person who loves small and cheap people has picked up a big bargain, the two guards felt cold all over, from their skin to their hearts, like falling into an ice cave.

"As for me, sooner or later, I will definitely cut off the head of Po Junyan and the lifeblood of Mad Yan, and then ask Nu Yan if his heart and liver are delicious. ”

Breaking the Flame was her grandfather who liked to schem, Madness was her father who liked to sow seeds everywhere, and Angry Flame was the person she once trusted the most and liked to prove her loyalty.

Ling Hongluo said, laughed again, a pair of watery eyes completed the crescent, exceptionally clear, exceptionally clean, exceptionally good-looking.

A word to readers:

It's still a bit choking in the past two days............