The man dismounted, walked over and pulled the smoke up from the ground.

She jerked her head up and met her uncle's hateful gaze.

But for a moment, he hid his disgust with a modest smile.

He must have hated her at the moment...... She subconsciously wanted to hide, but was imprisoned by his hands.

From the perspective of others, he seemed to be hugging her, but in fact, his smiling eyes seemed to have a cold light from hell.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, do you know ......"

She shuddered slightly under his gaze.

"This king is on Huangquan Road, how much he misses Her Royal Highness the Princess."

She bit her lip tightly, tied her hair on the pillow, Huang Quan was a friend, she said it to him herself, but she lied to him fiercely.

She personally sent him to Huangquan Road alone.

In that inn full of Yan Assassins, in that cold ground full of corpses......

How did he think of her as he was dying?

How did he escape, and how did he join up with the squires in front of him?

What sustains him?

She didn't want to think about it anymore, so she simply closed her eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Please, Lord Wang, remember the past feelings, and give Feiyan a good time."

He slowly let go of his grip on her shoulders and watched as she stood still in front of him.

He looked at her condescendingly, smiling dangerously.

Past love?

Did she ever have half sincerity and half affection for him?

His uncle Ling was also played with by a woman to the point that he almost died one day!

What a joke.

He couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, his eyes were even colder, but his hand gently stroked her hair, "How can this king be reluctant?" ”

His hand left abruptly, and her hair was messy, looking very embarrassed.

He turned away from looking at her.

"Come on, help the princess break her hamstrings."

"Yes!" The guard stepped forward and kicked the smoke to his knees.

Broken hamstrings! This is his own order!

At this moment, Feiyan couldn't care about the pain in his knees, and he could only hear him in his ears.

"Since the princess likes to pretend to be lame, this king will let Her Royal Highness the princess pretend to be enough."

Feiyan stared at Uncle Ling's back, and his voice was a little choked.

"Why don't you take it personally, and better understand the hatred in your heart?"

Uncle Gongling's footsteps faltered, and he looked sideways slightly, with a cold and resolute side face.

There was a dead silence all around, except for the faint sound of fallen leaves brushing the ground in the wind.

Tears flashed in Feiyan's eyes, would he have a trace of unbearableness? Even a slight?

She is unwilling, she doesn't shed tears when she doesn't see the coffin, she must see the poor dagger.

She smiled bitterly and said, "Could it be that the prince is ...... Can't get started? ”

The sword light flashed, and the long sword slashed in a fan shape, and the tip of the sword approached the tip of Ji Feiyan's nose.

Murderous and floating.

Kneeling in one piece, the battle-hardened attendants were trembling at this moment.

The sword qi cut off Feiyan's long hair on one side, and it slowly fell after a while.

Feiyan's gray eyes were full of desolation, and she was powerless to entangle with him anymore, only bent on death.

Fang Cai's swing of the sword tore at the wound in the back of his heart, and at this moment, the wound was faintly painful, and the blood might soon be leaking through his clothes.

He held the sword in his hand, but the whole person was still elegant and gentle, "That king is just as Her Royal Highness the princess wishes." ”

He strode behind Feiyan, his eyes falling on her ankles.

As if without the slightest hesitation, he swung his sword down.

"Smack!" The stone hit the sword, and his long sword deflected and landed at the feet of the flying smoke.

Immediately after, out of the dense forest, a man ran out.