The man in the white prison robe was bound to Xingtai with five flowers, and he refused to kneel, so the jailer who held him kicked hard in the crook of his leg, and several people pressed him to kneel.

Dressed in red and covered with a red scarf, the ugly-looking executioner walked over with a machete in his hand and a sinister smile.

He stomped on the man's head.

His strength was so great that the man couldn't break free several times, and the jailers all retreated.

The executioner picked up a jar of wine with one hand and poured a few sips with his head up.

His movements were so rude that the jar was raised so high that it flowed up to his face and into his mouth, and the uneaten wine dripped down his filthy beard onto his bare chest and splashed onto the man's pale face.

"Fuck off." The man looked at him coldly, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes.

The executioner was scolded, not only not angry but a little excited, the sons of the capital have always been arrogant, and today one finally fell into his hands! He also wants to let this boy taste his awesomeness!

He laughed, and with a flick of his wrist, all the wine in the jar fell on the man's face.

The wine streaked across the man's face, irritating his eyes, but he did not blink, only glared at the executioner, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burn the executioner.

The executioner had cut off a lot of heads, but he still stared at him and felt cold.

"Dare to stare at you?" He pretended to be fierce, his sword in both hands and a half-arc in the air.

"Lao Tzu wants your dog's life!" He cursed as he swung the knife in his hand hard.

Although the executioner is vulgar, the knife is sharpened, and cutting off people's heads is really a matter of swords. The onlookers only had time to hear the sound of a knife piercing into the wood, like the sound of a butcher in the market cutting a pig's bone on a stake, and then saw a mist of blood spread through the air.

The man's body fell crooked on the Xingtai, and the head rolled far away.

His eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly open, as if he was still talking.

It seems to be still saying, "Ah Zhen, run." ”

Vera run.

"Third brother!" Xie Hao screamed and opened her eyes suddenly.

The tent was dim, and the light and shadow of the lanterns hanging on the verandah outside the house came through.

What time is it? Hasn't her poison flareed up yet? What about Jin Yu? Is Jin Yu dead?

Thinking of Jin Yu, Xie Hao's hands couldn't help but clench, but his hands were soft.

It is a fine silk comforter. Xie Zhen was stunned and sat up.

By the faint light outside the house, she could probably tell that this was a woman's boudoir, and the basin stand in the corner, the dresser by the window, and the top cabinet on the west wall were all hidden in the shadows.

Where is she? Xie Hao's brows furrowed slightly, and then he let go again.

Well, she's going to die anyway, so what's the difference between dying in the dormitory or dying somewhere else?

She sat in the darkness with her knees folded.

When the third brother died, she was still confined to Feng'an Palace, and she didn't know anything about things outside the palace, if it weren't for the fact that she saw Tan'er's face change that day, and asked Tan'er a few words, I'm afraid she wouldn't know that the third brother was dead.

During those days, she always went to bed early, thinking that she could see her third brother in her dreams, but she often tossed and turned and stayed sleepless all night.

Tonight, the third brother finally came to her dream, and the third brother said to her, "Ah Hao, run!" ”。

Xie Hao's tears fell like beans.

When the third brother was dying, did he really shout like this in his heart, did he already know that Yan Ming had killed his grandfather and the clansmen, so he wanted his sister, who had always loved him, to stop bothering to save people and run for his life quickly?

Because I couldn't see her when I was alive, I couldn't worry about her when I died, and I had to come to her dream and tell her to run.

But third brother, I won't run or escape, because I'm unwilling! Xie Zhen bit her lip tightly.

She thought that she could exchange her death for Yan Ming's peace of mind and the peace of the Xie family, but she didn't expect that Yan Ming had no intention of letting go of any Xie family at all! He ostensibly agreed to her request, but he had already poisoned the food of his people! And Jin Yu and Jin Yu are actually involved!

It's gold and jade!

The Xie family had raised her for fourteen years, how could she give Yan Ming such an idea? How could she! How could she dare to proudly tell herself the truth? How dare she!

And Ah Zhan! Her hard-working Ah Zhan! He is still so young and doesn't understand anything, how can Jin Yu bear to harm his life!

Xie Hao clenched her fists hard, her body trembling with anger.

Damn it! She's damned! It's not just her, Yan Ming is also damned! They killed their people! Killed the third brother! Killed Ah Zhan!

What about daggers? What about her dagger? Bring her dagger! She's going to kill Yan Ming!

Xie Hao shouted angrily in her heart, reaching out and touching the bed indiscriminately.

There was nothing on the bed except a brocade quilt and a wooden pillow.

Okay, well, without a dagger, she will smash him to death with this pillow! Xie Zhen hugged the pillow and lifted the quilt under the bed.

Not caring about her clothes, shoes, or lights, she stumbled in the direction of the door.

The door creaked open, and the wind rushed in, blowing her uncombed hair flying back.

Xie Zhen was wearing a jade white middle coat, as if she couldn't feel the cold, and hurriedly crossed the threshold barefoot.

Standing under the lantern, she looked around and saw a long corridor with twists and turns.

Where the hell is this? Where is Yan Ming, Yan Ming?

She pulled out her feet and was about to go to find the damn Bo Xinglang, but her feet sank and she couldn't lift them.

What's going on? She hit a spirit in horror, was it poisonous? So she can't move her feet?

No, no! Yan Ming is not dead yet! She hasn't avenged her grandfather and her people yet! She can't die yet!

Xie Zhen was flustered.

But a crying female voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Miss, Miss, you can't go!"

Who? Who is Miss? Is it calling her? Xie Zhen turned her head blankly, but saw a beautiful face looking at her with rain, her body slammed into the ground, and her hands were holding her legs.

Seeing her, Xie Hao was immediately furious, raised her hand and beat down.

"Okay, you Hongling, you greedy for life and afraid of death! How dare you stop me! Are you doing this right? ”

Hongling was stunned, she just listened to her mother's words, stopped Miss, and didn't let Miss go to Madame's yard, so as not to rush the little master, why did she become greedy and afraid of death? Why are you sorry for your mother?

Seeing that she was stunned, Xie Zhen took the opportunity to kick her away, turned around and ran.

"Don't you try to stop me! I'm going to kill him! Kill him! ”

Hongling said "ouch", covered her heart and fell to the ground, hearing her words, a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on her back, and she didn't care about the pain in her heart, so she got up and chased Xie Zhen's back.

"Miss! You can't go! I know you don't want your lady to give birth to a little master, but no matter what, the little master is always your younger brother and the only male in the fourth room! You can't kill him! ”

Xie Zhen's footsteps paused.