Zhen Yachen felt a chill down his spine, and it was difficult to say a word.

Tang Yin's brown gaze seemed to overlap with the eyes outside the palace wall twenty years ago for a moment.

After a short period of distraction, Zhen Yachen smiled weakly and shook his head, perhaps he was too focused on saving his life at any time, and he forgot that there is still a feeling in this world that will put life and death aside.

King Xin walked in at some point.

Zhen Yachen subconsciously hid his shackled hands beside him, but it was useless.

King Xin didn't care at all, just stood side by side with him, his eyes fixed on the two people on the bed.

"Is there any hope?"

He asked calmly.

After a short silence, Zhen Yachen realized that the other party was asking himself, coughed lightly to hide the uneasiness in his heart, and then replied: "It's gambling with your own life." This girl has only half a life left now, and if he can really fill the huge hole in her body, it will be easy to say. But if you can't fill it, it's not so easy to get out halfway...... I've been practicing medicine for so many years, and I've never seen a situation where both of us can survive unharmed in this situation. ”

Listening to Zhen Yachen's explanation, King Xin smiled disappreciatively: "You will be able to see it soon." ”

Zhen Yachen glanced at King Xin with a hint of confusion, trying to make sure he knew what he meant.

Usually the martial artist does not need to mention, it is the master of the first product of the inner house, judging from the contact he walked in the palace in his early years, no one has the courage to use the true qi accumulated by himself to instill it into a bottomless black hole, the young man in front of him seems to be only the age of the crown, even if he has practiced the best martial arts since his mother's womb, now it is only twenty years, and it is absolutely impossible to surpass those martial idiots, why does King Xin dare to say such a thing at this moment?

Zhen Yachen was puzzled here, and King Xin beside him had already taken a step forward with a smile, and said to Bao'er: "I just sent a request to the palace to keep Zhen Yachen in the Tang Mansion for half a month, and you can just stay with me." Wait until dawn, and I'll send you back. ”

Bao'er looked at King Xin and opened her mouth, but finally failed to say the words of rebuttal.

Since she was a child, she has never had the courage to oppose when talking to this righteous uncle, and she has never had such a fear even in the face of the Emperor of Heaven and the King of Qi.

Now Bao'er can only sigh in her heart, but her face is a submissive nod.

At this moment, Xin Zi, who was in the Tang Mansion, was dreaming a dream that seemed to never wake up.

In the dream, she was trapped in a dark secret room with no doors or windows, her hands and feet were fixed to a wooden frame, and she could not move.

She struggled with all her strength to escape, but her hands and feet couldn't muster their strength.

Every part of the skin hurts as if it is about to explode.

The viscera are like being roasted alive.

Her body seemed to be filled with transparent catheters, and the blood that flowed out of the tubes was the blood in her body.

Tick.

Tick.

There was not a single break.

The body is emptied little by little.

The flesh was slowly squeezed dry, and at last all that was left was a withered yellow skin and a white bone wrapped under the skin.

The pain goes on and on, never stopping.

Such a dark life......

What is the difference between living and dying?

Maybe it's clean when it's dead?

If she had a choice, at this moment, she would rather die......

Ah Zi ......

There was a faint shout, intermittent, as if coming from the sky.

The voice was so familiar, it always reassured her, and the pain in her body disappeared little by little.

Ah Brown?

It's the voice of Ah Brown.

She struggled to discern the direction of the voice, she tried to break free from the shackles of this darkness, she wanted to live!

She hadn't been able to leave here with Ah Brown, he said that he would take her back to seclusion, and go back to the days that belonged to the two of them like when she was in the Niangniang Temple in Luheshan, she couldn't leave him alone to face the world, how painful and desperate should he be?

Xin Zi shouted inwardly.

Fingertips twitched slightly.

This subtle change was seen by Tang Yinbrown, and he reached out to hold her pale and slender fingers tightly, his eyes fixed on the restless eyes under his eyelids.

Xin Zi tried hard to raise her eyelids, which seemed to be a thousand gold, and her vision became clearer little by little, and Ah Brown's face appeared in front of her.

She smiled at him with some difficulty, and raised her hand to touch his face.

Tang Yinhong understood, and reached out in a panic to hold her other hand tightly between them, as if he was afraid that she would slip away from him again.

"Ah Brown," Xin Zi said, her voice hoarse, "Let's get out of here, okay?" ”

Tang Yinbrown nodded, not thinking about how unrealistic Xin Zi's proposal was, and no longer caring about how many thorns there would be on the road in the future.

At this moment, she was scared and wanted to leave.

And he took her away.

The righteousness that couldn't be let go of before seems too ridiculous now. He wanted to repay Tang Jiashan and Zhu Ciyi's kindness to him, but did the other party really care about his kindness?

He didn't care that he was used as a murderous knife before the final break, but he could use his last bottom line, and he did not hesitate to take the opportunity to set up such a despicable situation to trap Xin Zi, and the moment they ruthlessly hurt Ah Zi was the moment when he completely broke with himself.

That night, a full moon hung high in the night sky.

Zhen Yachen sat on the stone bench in the backyard of the Tang Mansion with shackles, looking at the burly figure of a man, holding the thin body of a young girl, turning over and stepping on a red horse, quietly leaving the Tang Mansion and heading towards the outside of Tokyo.

He slowly looked up at the bright moon.

Tonight was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that there wasn't even a hint of wind.

But he always felt that the atmosphere around him was full of tension, which made him breathless, and the smell of blood in the air suffocated him.

This scene is very similar to twenty years ago, when the same full moon also left in the light of a couple.

In the end, the pair did not escape from Tokyo City.

Outside the palace gate, the man named Xin Han died in the arms of a woman. He clearly remembered the woman's gaze at him before she died, and every time she dreamed back at midnight, she was always awakened by that gaze, looking at her trembling hands, even if they were clean, they always felt that they were still stained with some lingering purple blood.

He has been tormented by nightmares for decades, just because he once pulled out the woman's heart with his own hands—the seven-trick exquisite heart.

Tonight, can the girl with a striking resemblance to the woman back then get rid of her mother's fate?

Zhen Yachen smiled at the night sky, and there were tears in his eyes like a flash of starlight. (To be continued.) )