"You, good. Wan Yanmin put Nanyue down little by little, and let her fall heavily into the corner.

Suddenly, a palm wind slashed him, and the girl coughed up a mouthful of blood like a dead leaf fluttering in the wind, and it was like a red mountain flower on the snow-white sleeves.

Nanyue felt as if the bones in her body were being stripped away, and she only felt that the bones in her whole body seemed to be scattered, burning and cold.

"Ahem...... Ahem...... If you kill me now, someone will send your mother and the emperor to be reunited soon. Nanyue maintained Hanhai's will, and there was no begging in her eyes.

Wan Yanmin's whole body trembled and stood, and his straight back looked a little rickety in the brief time when he pinched his fingers. Su Ri's high spirits and strength have a momentary malaise. At this time, Wan Yanmin is like a person who has lost everything, like a warrior who has lost in the world.

And Nanyue defines himself as the villain who defeated him. Since ancient times, it is the villain's ambition.

Even if all her skills have been completely abolished by her. He still can't defeat her.

"Kill me, and you'll never see your queen mother again. Nanyue once again implanted this sentence into Yan Min's memory in an emphatic way. Her eyes were still calm and resolute, and there was a quiet smile on the corner of her mouth, leaving Wan Yanmin with a condescending proposition and no choice.

Through such an unrepentant face, no one would notice her curled up body and the pain of her belly turning upside down.

Wan Yanmin squatted down again, clasped Nanyue's chin with his strong hand, and forced her to open her eyes. His pace was unsteady, and he was really losing his mind at this point.

"Do you know where this is? This is where the woman's soul was lost fourteen years ago. It's the woman your father personally arranged for her to come in. Fourteen years ago, my father fell into her trap, and today, I fall into yours. I will remember all of your femme fatales. Natsuhime is already to blame, but you, I won't let you die as easily as Natsuhime. Do you know why?"

Wan Yanmin gritted these words with his teeth, and every word was like ice particles hitting Nanyue's muscles and bones. She could feel how the bleeding words pierced through her skin and bones, hitting her heart in the weakest spots.

It turned out that in his eyes, she was nothing more than a woman like Xia Ji.

Nanyue looked at Wan Yanmin with almost contempt and distress, looking at this incomparably terrifying and incomparably fragile person. Wan Yanmin's delicate emotions were captured by Nanyue.

At this time, Wan Yanmin is like a child who has been separated from his mother on the street. His loneliness, his helplessness, was all revealed through his furrowed eyebrows and trembling voice. He was so lonely, so lonely that he had to use indifference and cruelty to disguise his weakness and make up for his desolation. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a little bit of water-like pain and loss in the bright darkness under her eyes, Nanyue would definitely not hesitate to regard the madman in front of her as the enemy of her life.

She wanted to hate him.

It's not because Wan Yan Min abolished all her martial arts, it was originally taught by him;

It's not because he's going to have to deal with Nanfu sooner or later, that's what they owe him, she's nothing more than a scapegoat;

It's not even because of Nan Qingxue. It is such a free and unrestrained thing for the two to be happy, and he set up a princess, Concubine Li, and Concubine Xue, all of which belong to the freedom of an independent man. Even if she Nanyue can't look past it in her heart, what is the reason.

What she hopes she can hate Yan Min most is that he has never trusted her.

How could she, for her own interests, for the benefit of Nanfu, kill his own mother?

"I want you to live, and you will see what it feels like to see what you care about little by little. ”

The pain in Wan Yanmin's eyes turned into deep and deep pain, hovering between his eyebrows and eyes. He spoke with hatred, anger and gauntness.

"Watching me lose a little bit?" Nanyue sighed softly, laughing at him like a child, "But you know, do I care about anything?" Nanyue coughed lightly twice, and her smile bloomed slightly, as desolate as cold plum pillow snow.

She laboriously said in a not-so-smooth breath, "I know that you care about the world, you care about your mother, you care about the father's love that you can't find in your memory, you care about the ridiculous fate that you were born to be ruined, and you care about the blood feud that the Nan family owes you two generations of the Wanyan family, but do you know what I care about?"

Seeing that Yan Min seemed to be stunned for a long time, Nanyue shouted in a soft voice but raised her eyebrows and shouted weakly and arrogantly, "Do you think that people like me ...... Ahem...... Do people like me care about losing?"

For a moment, she seemed to be dazzling in the mist, and she lost her armor.

Wan Yan Min suddenly felt in a trance, the Nanyue in front of her seemed to be an invincible flower with thorns and blood, she laughed at him, accused him, and even deliberately provoked him. He was as powerless as a fool and a reckless man.

Wan Yan Min let go of the hand that controlled Nan Yue and slowly held the sword and retreated.

"You don't have to defend anything, I can never believe any of your rhetoric. You, Nanxiang, what you owe, I will sacrifice with your blood. ”

Wan Yan Min let go of Nanyue and stepped away from the temple door in despair.

The plaque above the main hall, which is also covered with dust, can vaguely distinguish the three big characters "Changxin Hall", as if it wants to show a dusty history and the memory of ups and downs in this house.

Changxin Hall is the place where Xia Ji first met the first emperor Wanyan Guchen, where the woman spent her short life.

Nanyue used the corner of her eye to capture Wan Yanmin's departure, but in the end, she couldn't withstand the bone-jerking pain all over her body, and the building would fall down like a heavy fall, and she would fall asleep with a bloodless face. On the ground two fingers thick of the dust of the Changxin Temple, it was like a white butterfly hovering with its wings prostrate. It's just that the white clothes are mottled and the blood color is recognizable.

A rich snow fell, and the snowflakes were as big as cotton buckets, and they were scattered all over the earth, and soon the sky and the earth were surprisingly white and clean, and all sounds were silenced. It was the heaviest snow of the winter, covering the mountains and houses and burying almost all the roads, large and small.

The group of Yulin Army and the Ghost Shadow Thirty-six Horsemen who went out to find the Queen Mother openly and secretly all returned in vain. The snow covered the mountain, and it was difficult to find even a deer, let alone two people, and there was a great possibility of being imprisoned.

Wan Yanmin didn't doubt the truth of Nanyue's words. She said that she imprisoned the Queen Mother, but why, in the end, she was the one who slept in Jin Andian and was exposed by everyone. And at first, she categorically refused to admit that she knew Xuanhou's whereabouts.