A slender and powerful hand broke into his eyes, he took her tea, and said with a smile: "It's not in vain that I brought you all the way to Yunmeng Mountain, and I finally know how to be considerate." ”

Her heart was beating.

He's going to drink it!

Feiyan raised his head violently, "The tea is cold!" Suddenly opened his mouth to speak, and his voice was a little harsh.

The expression on her face was the same, but there was a faint tremor in her voice, "Let someone change the pot." ”

He didn't stop, his hand continued to lift, and the water came to his lips.

That's fate!

She almost didn't want to see this scene, her nails were clutched into the palms of her hands, and her chest hurt in her heart.

The moment the tea touched his lips.

"It's a little cold." He put down the teacup, "Tell someone to change the pot." ”

The tense strings in Feiyan's heart loosened in an instant, but a new pain came up.

She shouldn't be so soft-hearted, I'm afraid she's going to ruin Yan Guo's plan today.

"Where's the next person?" Uncle Ling went to open the door with some doubts.

As soon as the door opened, a sword light slashed horizontally!

Uncle Ling dodged sideways, almost being stabbed, and as soon as he snatched the man's sword with his backhand, dozens of assassins in the corridor rushed up.

For a time, there was a sword at the door.

The door was hidden, and Feiyan sat in place, straightening up to see what was going on outside the door.

"Don't come out!" He didn't forget to tell her.

At the moment of crisis, he was confident.

The Yan State assassins were surrounded, but Uncle Gong's swordsmanship was outstanding, and there was no sign of defeat, but he defeated the assassins one by one.

One by one, the assassins fell with their swords, and her heart clenched.

They all blame her!

If she hadn't relented, if she had told him to drink that cup of tea, they wouldn't have died!

Blood splattered on the door one after another, making people tremble for a while, and in the chaos, her ears roared again.

There must be a remedy, there must still be!

As long as she's ......

She stood up.

She hadn't stood up for too long, and when she did, she staggered a little, like an old woman in the waning mountains.

She picked up the candlestick and pulled it out, revealing the spikes, which she held and walked over step by step.

The cold light flows on the tip of the candlestick.

Just stab it into the back of his heart, and all the sins and grievances will be over!

As for love or hate, why think so much, she bears it all!

She seemed to hear her own heartbeat, as noisy as a drumbeat with the rhythm of death.

The sunset sank into the blood-colored long glow, the sky was obscure, the room was bright and dark, and the fierce battle outside the door also came to an abrupt end at this moment.

He is Uncle Ling, an invincible and god-like god of war in the Qi Kingdom!

But......

He didn't expect this thorn from behind!

The cold, sharp candlestick pierced deep into him, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The jade hand that held the candlestick tightened neatly and resolutely, and his blood gushed out.

Pain!

He has suffered countless injuries over the years from birth to death, but he has never been so painful as at this moment!

The sharp candlestick pierced his heart from behind, but he endured the sharp pain......

Persistent......

I was going to turn around and look at her.

The remnant sun was like blood, and the last afterglow skimmed over Uncle Ling's miserable white face.

She suddenly saw his eyes intertwined with anger and pain, and she seemed to be pulled out of her soul at this moment, and her whole person collapsed.

She saw that his blood was flowing non-stop, and her hands were flustered, and no matter how much she blocked it, it would be useless......

She saw his frowning brow, he looked too painful.

She tried to reach out to smooth him, but it stained his forehead with a blinding scarlet.

Only then did she suddenly realize that her hands were full of his blood, and at this moment she screamed out loud, but it was as if she couldn't hear her own voice.

I saw his body swaying, like a jade mountain toppling......

It is the ice ridge under the eaves that is dying and bright, it is the camellia that blooms to the extreme and declines, and it is the slanting sun that does its best to be brilliant and magnificent.

She was shocked when she heard him fall to the ground with a bang.

Old grievances and new hatreds are all broken.