His hands hung down at his sides, clenched tightly together, his nails sank into his palms, and blood dripped down his fingers, turning into poignant blood flowers on the ground.

"Why do you bother?" Gong Che walked out of the courtyard where Yun Qingwu lived, didn't hold back any longer, and spit out a mouthful of blood while holding on to a tree next to the road, Bai Zigui stood not far away, and sighed softly: "By doing this, you will only make her hate you, and you will only push her farther and farther, and wipe out the little residual feelings that she may still have for you." ”

Gong Che took out a white silk handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and said in a weak voice: "I just want to know if she still has me in her heart." ”

"Mo, maybe you don't understand love. "Bai Zi returned.

There was a hint of confusion in Gong Che's eyes: "Do you understand?"

Bai Zigui shook his head: "I don't understand, but I know that you care about a person, and the way you love someone is not right." "Obviously didn't do anything to the uncle and nephew, but he wanted her to misunderstand, just for an impossible relationship.

"He's coming, I've got to wait on the city wall, you go and rest!" Gong Che said, lifting his breath and drifting away.

Catching up with him, Bai Zigui said: "Your injuries are not healed yet, I will still get better with you." Gong Che didn't say anything, but acquiesced to him to go along.

As the night grew darker and deeper, the faint sound of the flute echoed over the city, and as the tune of the flute changed, the soldiers guarding the city, and all the soldiers in the northwest camp stationed not far from the city, well, as well as the people who had slept peacefully after a day's work, all held all kinds of weapons, knives, clubs, and other objects against the fatal parts of the people who were nearby.

Their eyes were glazed over, and they couldn't see the slightest look, as if they hadn't woken up.

The sound of the dragon's roar came from far and near, and Gong Che paused slightly as he played the jade flute, and then slowly stopped.

Gong Yan stood on the back of the green dragon, his blue robe was blown by the night wind, he heard the sound of the flute, and he also knew the uniqueness of the flute.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, he looked at the white clothes on the castle tower.

In the quiet night, the white clothes are like a ray of moonlight, extremely peaceful and quiet, but how many people know, what kind of dark side is hidden behind this moonlight?

Demon Secret Art - Soul Control Technique.

In order to achieve his own ends, he resorted to such means, does such a person still have the heart?

"I want you to give up the throne. ”

Gong Che held the jade flute in his hand and said lightly.

Gong Yan's thin lips pursed, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Reluctant?" said that he was ambitious, that he only cared about power, and that he didn't really like and love a person, so what about this person?

"My wife is in your hands?" Although he asked, he was obviously stating a fact, Gong Yan stared at Gong Che coldly, and said: "Just to sit on the chair in the temple, you kidnapped your father and the emperor here, the fourth, in your heart, you don't care about a little father-son love?"

Gong Che smiled and said, "Xiao Wu is indeed here, but she is not your wife. As for your father, I'm just asking him to move somewhere to stay temporarily. After a pause, he continued: "Ning Yuanhou is also temporarily staying in this city, even the eyeliner you planted next to me is here, do you still have to remain silent now?"

"I will give you a Zen edict. As soon as Gong Yan's words came out, Gong Che couldn't help but be stunned, and then he raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to play any tricks, right?"