Until Jing Du was dying, he knew that Ning Zhe was the son of the old man Ning Feng.

It is better to say that it is an old man, but to say that it is an "enemy"

He has been a great general for decades, and it seems that since the founding of Youxi Kingdom, he has been a great general, and Ning Feng is middle-aged and ambitious, and he won the martial arts champion in one fell swoop, so he threw himself into his own door.

Ning Feng is a talent, and he has the talent to fight on the battlefield and guide the country. Jing Du cherishes his talent very much, so he naturally entrusts him with great use.

Jing Du always remembered the days when Ning Feng and himself fought in the north and south decades ago, conquering the Quartet.

However, the final battle, Jing Du will never forget, if he hadn't listened to the slanderous words of the traitorous ministers, how could he have committed a foolish mistake and abandoned tens of thousands of people in the territory over there.

Since that time, Jing Du has been in fear all day long, and there is no peace for a day, so the ancestral hall of the Dingguo General's Mansion is always lit with a bright light.

It's like that long, dark night, when Mars shines on thirteen state capitals.

The old lady once asked him why he wanted to light this lamp in the ancestral hall.

Jing Du often confessed with tears, "Because in my heart, I have always been ashamed of someone." ”

But who is he, a general of the country above 10,000 people under one person, how can he admit his mistakes to the soldiers and the people.

Ning Zhi looked at him lightly, his expression was indifferent, as if he was ruthless and loveless, like a mortal god, incompatible with the world.

Twilight's face was stained with tears, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak.

"Why did that?" Ning folded his eyes and looked at his hands.

The neatly trimmed nails are shiny, the skin is fair and the bones are distinct, and the fingertips are soft and clear.

It is obviously a pair of very good-looking hands, but at this moment, it is stained with the blood of Jing Dusk, like a Shura who is desperate for his life.

"It turns out that you have not repented until now." Ning Zhen understood, and there was a palpitating indifference in his clear voice.

The cold and bleak moonlight fell on Ning Zhe's face through the hollow sandalwood window of the divination pavilion, as if he was an immortal, but it was surrounded by a murderous aura of destruction.

The old general was in tears, physically and mentally damaged, and he had long lost the desire to live, so he closed his eyes tightly and let the slaughter fall to the ground, allowing Ning to suck his soul wantonly.

It's just that Ning Zhu was fleeting, and saw the familiar figure again, and he was unconsciously confused, and shouted in a panic, "Che, is it you?" ”

Jing Dusk, who collapsed on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes.

"It's me, Ah Zhe." A moment later, the familiar voice sounded gently, and the echo lingered in the divination pavilion.

Ning Zhe no longer cared about Jing Dusk, and hurriedly looked back to find the source of the voice.

I saw the black-clothed young man behind him standing proudly, his dark purple bright eyes were as deep as a valley, his bright smile made the sun and moon lose his color, his thin lips opened lightly, and his slender hand like jade waved.

"Lin Yan? Clear? So that's the case, hahahahaha......" Jing Du looked at Beitang Che in a daze, as if he suddenly thought of something, and laughed sarcastically, and then completely fainted.

Glancing at Jing Dusk, who was twitching all over, and ignoring Ning Zhi's curious gaze, Beitang Che cut his fingers and began to chant the obscure incantation.

If those in the know listen to it, they will find that this is the words recited by the four great families at the blessing ceremony.

An ancient and mysterious formation slowly spread out from under him, emitting a faint red light.

In an instant, the blood rushed to the sky, and the bewitching mandala flowers quietly bloomed in the array.

Blood continued to flow from Beitangche's wound, twisting and wriggling, and was slowly absorbed by the flowers.

The charm is evil and not good, so it is not considered a divine vein, but it is also more powerful than a divine vein.

"The blood of the soul can bring people back to life, the muscles and bones can make artifacts, and the soul can cross people to live forever." Beitang Che looked at Ning Zhe and spoke eloquently.

Ning Zhi said, "Then I have a trace of your soul in my body, but I also have the same ability?" ”

Beitang Che's eyebrows were cold, and he looked at the blood slowly gathering under his feet, "Naturally, but this technique hurts the body and hurts the heart even more, so don't try it lightly." ”

And Jing Ke on the ground was still fainting, if it weren't for the power of Yang Mei, his life might have been gone.

Beitang Che suddenly thought of what he had seen in the ancient books, but he said, "Ah Zhe is willing to absorb his power and become a yang charm?" ”

It's just that the revenge of killing his father has been avenged, and he would rather do what he wants this tricky yang charm to do.

"Che, Ah Zhe doesn't want to be a yang charm." Ning Zhen shook his head and looked at him apologetically.

Beitang Che Wan'er didn't force him, "Then where are you going, this heaven and earth are big, but there is a place for you?" ”

"I..."

"If you are willing, follow me."

......

A day later, the Dingguo General's Mansion.

"Get out, get out!" Jingli squatted on the ground crying bitterly, no longer having the hearty and unruly appearance he had at the beginning, and the maids around him were also pale and sobbing in a low voice.

The old general Dingguo, the pillar of the family, was drained of his soul, and his only son, Jing Ke, was also unconscious.

Beitang Che and Ning Zhe stood on the eaves, frowning and listening to the sound of the autumn wind and the cries of the general's mansion.

"Che"

Ning Zhen turned his head slightly, and his voice was slightly sad.

Beitang Che stood in the wind, his long messy black hair waving in the wind, his eyes closed, his handsome eyebrows frowning.

"What's wrong," his seductive and hoarse voice was at this moment, but there was no temperature at this moment.

"What should the family members of the Dingguo General's Mansion do?" Ning Zhi asked lightly, but the next moment he was about to speak out again: "They..."

Beitang Che slowly opened his closed eyes and glanced at Ning Zhe: "What?" ”

"Shouldn't we also pay for the lives of those innocent soldiers who died tragically?"

I'd rather fold this little thing, but it's really ruthless.

After a long struggle in his heart, as if something had been separated from his soul, Beitang Che said lightly, "Kill." ”

Although the others are innocent, the Dingguo General's Mansion will not be destroyed for a day, and the throne will be in danger every day.

Ning Zhen's long eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't speak for a long time, and Beitang Che had to sigh.

The two have been standing on the eaves for a long time, and the Dingguo General's Mansion is still full of desolation, and the cries are endless. Beitang Che has been watching this farce, his eyes are indifferent, and suddenly, he touched something from his arms, and curiously took it out to see that it was a pink bag.

It was the one Jing Rou sent him.

This bag is extraordinarily petite, forgotten for a long time, so it is worn and damaged, it does not have a gorgeous appearance, but the stitches and threads reveal Jing Rou's exquisite thoughts. Perhaps, Beitang Che has forgotten this bag and left it in a place of memory. But he remembered, he remembered the sweet and sour aroma in the bag.

That's the aroma of fruit.