Na Xingjun slowly drew his sword, time seemed to stand still, and there was a meaningless wail between the sword and the scabbard. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He had a gloomy face, walked up to his daughter, looked at her daughter's sad eyes, his hand holding the sword was trembling, trembling sharply, he had never been so nervous in most of his life, the person he was going to kill was his own daughter.

Seeing his father's indifferent appearance and struggling eyes, Nayilan begged: "Father, father, don't kill me, it's not my fault."

Na Xingjun said frantically: "No, it's you!" If it's not that you don't know what to do, it won't affect the nine clans. You're a scourge! He was rebuking Nayilan, but he was saying it to himself, otherwise how could he do it. Click! His hand clenched the sword in his hand.

Nayilan's eyes were full of fear, and she subconsciously shook her head. "Don't, father, don't ......" Only, the sword still came out, straight to her right chest. Poof, poof. The sharp object enters the body and is quickly pulled out. The feeling was unexpectedly cold. Bright red splendor oozed from her chest, staining her white skirt red.

The pain began to creep in, but Nayilan couldn't feel it much. For her now, the wounds in her heart are far more painful than the wounds in her body. Her consciousness gradually dissipated, and when she was dying, what appeared in front of her was the tall and majestic Guan Mountain, and the layers of mountains were extremely black, firmly locking this time and space. During these few days, she felt all the malice. Finally, can you die?

Looking at Nayilan, who was lying on the ground, the seventh lieutenant showed a satisfied smile: "Hmm! Na Xingjun, well done. It feels cool to kill your own daughter. Hahaha...... Rest assured, your wife, children, and clansmen will soon be released. Today, it's really enjoyable. With that, he turned his back to his hands and left in high spirits.

With a thud, Na Xingjun's sword, stained with his daughter's blood, fell to the ground, and then, with a pop, he fell to his knees on the ground. His mind seemed to be in a state of madness. "Nope! I didn't kill my daughter, I didn't kill her, she left on her own. I didn't kill it. I didn't kill it. I didn't kill my daughter......"

His eyes were scattered, and he left here as if he was running away, running and jumping around and shouting like an idiot, he was crazy......

The imperial capital of Chang'an, Tianji Academy. It had been several days since Liu Qianye and Chenyan Song had seen Nayilan.

Chen Yange's heart was deeply uneasy: "When will Yilan come back?" Before, we used to play together as three people. Now, without her, I always feel like something is missing! ”

Liu Qianye also chimed in: "Yes! I really hope she can come over soon, after all, she is a Menghua saintess, and she has money, so I don't have to pay out of pocket when I go out with her. Alas, why didn't she come yet. ”

At this time, an indifferent female voice came: "Don't be delusional, your friends will never come." It was a thousand pupils who spoke.

For this powerful, beautiful, sexy, and domineering girl, Chen Yange is very disgusted. "What do you say! Yilan just has an urgent matter at home and has to go back to her hometown, and she will be there for us soon. ”

Liu Qiantong sneered: "Returning to your hometown? Amusing. You believe that, too. If there's something urgent, a teenage girl has to go back, and she can solve the problem if she goes back. You're still too young. She's not going back to her hometown, she's going to marry an old man nine times out of ten. I should be happy, my classmate has found a good family, how can I not be happy for her. ”

Chen Yange was immediately ignited by this little girl. "What do you say! Do you know what to do with your mouth and slander our friends in the unit? Are you noble to slander others? Are you jealous of others! ”

Liuqian Tong snorted coldly. "I'm jealous of her? Hahaha...... How dare you say that I am an imperial nobleman, the successor of the empire's great cause, the successor of the third lieutenant of the Imperial Legion, and the practitioner of the future blueprint of the empire, and I will be jealous of the playthings of the subject countries. I'm so bored. ”

Chen Yange gave her a blank look. "Don't stink. Yi Lan is also the saint of the Menghua Dynasty, and her identity is similar to you, what do you have to be proud of. ”

Liu Qianye seemed to hear a different meaning from her mouth. "Liuqiantong, do you know something? Could it be that Nayilan is not returning to his hometown, but - something else has happened? If you know, you might as well let us know a little bit of news. ”

Liu Qiantong raised his head proudly, and said the four words that made Liu Qianye go crazy - "No comment!" ”

Chen Yange patted the flow of a thousand nights. "Qianye, ignore her. This guy is just talking gibberish. ”……

It seemed like a long, long time before Nayilan's fingers moved and consciousness began to return. The bright morning sun shone on her, filling her whole body with warmth. Where is this? I'm not dead? All kinds of questions swirled in her mind, she opened her eyes, and saw the dark Guan Mountain, she was not dead, she was still alive.

Why? Why not let yourself die cleanly? These images recurred in her mind. "You don't even have the qualifications to kneel for me." That's what the ryu said. "The meaning of the existence of the saint is this, the saint is a tool, a plaything!" This is what Aunt Xiao said.

Luo Canghan's hateful face also appeared in his mind—"What a naïve girl, it seems that your regent's brainwashing work has been very successful." However, this is not the case. The truth is, you Menghua Dynasty has chosen to please us! "If it's not that you don't know what to do, it won't affect the Nine Clans, you scourge." It was his beloved father who spoke.

She was disliked by everyone, betrayed by everyone, hated by her own father, and she didn't understand what was wrong with her. She stood up and walked to the top of the mountain. At the top of the hill was a harsh wind, slashing at me like a knife in the face.

Before Guanshan, it was the Sangliu Empire that made her miserable and desperate; After Guanshan, it was her hometown that she couldn't go back to. "Since everyone has abandoned me, I don't have to live anymore." Her heart was dead, the bright sunshine, the crisp air, and the dreamy sky were no longer hers, and her destination was hell. She closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a clean voice sounded behind her. "Your Highness, I don't think you've reached the point of desperation."

Na Yilan turned her head violently, and at a glance recognized the white-clothed Shengxue, a beautiful young man with a good demeanor, who was the first lieutenant Luo Wuyi, the young man who made her feel good when she saw it for the first time. Seeing his arrival, Nayilan's heart gave birth to a sense of security for no reason. "No, you don't understand what I've been through, you don't know my pain."

Luo Wuyi looked at her tightly and said seriously: "I understand, I understand the hardships of every Menghua Holy Maiden. I also know that you are the most miserable of them all. The feeling of being abandoned by everyone is truly desperate. However, I am not here to sympathize with you, but to congratulate you, Nayilan, on waking up from this hypocritical and flashy dream. His voice was unhurried, but every note of his voice seemed to hit Naylan's heart.

Luo Wuyi continued: "A person's happiest moment is when he lingers in his dreams, and his most unfortunate moment is the moment of awakening. Since you are no longer ignorant, if you have the courage to commit suicide, why can't you try to live. Follow me! Nayilan, only I can give you a path of your own. The road is full of freedom and hope. You will be your own master. ”

As he spoke, Luo Wuyi turned around and walked freely into the distance, no longer paying attention to the Menghua Holy Maiden who committed suicide.

Nayilan only hesitated slightly, and then followed behind Luo Wuyi without hesitation. Her steps were fast, as if she were chasing a world full of hope. (To be continued.) )