When did he have to experience such torture, he has always been a strategist, playing with scheming, and never flinching from the battlefield. But when he met her alone, he always messed up his own position, and messed up the chess game that had been buried a long time ago, although he was able to reverse the original discovery in time, but it was not a precipice.

Xiao Yue'er... His little girl...

If it were any other person, how could he let her influence his own chess game? In the end, he couldn't let go of her by himself.

The snow seemed to be falling heavier and heavier, he ran forward desperately, the snow was very slippery, he slipped a few times in embarrassment, stood up hurriedly, and was relieved to see that the figure of the person was still there, no one had ever seen such a Wan Yan Jin, not even himself.

At this moment, Wan Yan Jin has never been so remorseful, regretting that he had to say such a heavy thing to Liang Chenyue, this is a punishment. Why isn't the punishment on oneself? Why does his little moon bear it?

However, there are some words in my heart that I don't mean to hide, it's just that not all pain can be hidden. Some of the words he says may not be true, but it is just the way he loves someone.

Suddenly, the white snow disappeared, and it was dark again, Wan Yanjin almost thought that she had fallen into a coma again, but in the next second, everything in front of her changed dramatically.

The cold snow was gone, there was no goose feather snow, no cold wind blowing on the face. What he touched in front of him was an antique house, the layout of the house was very luxurious, the huge incense burner was lit with incense, exuding a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, this smell was very familiar, and the fragrance of peach blossoms in his study was very similar, and it smelled very comfortable.

lifted the bead curtain and walked into the back room, and the picture in front of him actually made Wan Yanjin clench his fists.

A huge soft bed, the red gauze tent blows slightly with the wind, waves of folds, and the finely carved red bed is inlaid with magnificent blood jade, neatly and staggered into a beautiful dragon and phoenix auspicious pattern. Layers of gauze tents cover it, but it can't hide the fragrance inside. The woman* was wearing her upper body, only a red belly pocket was left on her body, and her white collarbone was looming, which was the cool moon he was familiar with.

However, there was still a man lying beside her, although it was separated by the gauze tent, Wan Yanjin could also tell at a glance that the person was Gusu Haoyue.

Such a picture made his brain instantly congested, his fists were clenched tightly, and he wanted to step forward and beat someone. But he stopped again, what qualifications did he have?

Wan Yan Jin didn't know why he was here, or why the surrounding scene had become like this, was it another level?

Before I had time to think, the picture began to change again. This time it was even more incredible for him to see himself this time. In a large area of yellow sand, such a familiar scene he could see at a glance that it was on the battlefield, and the two armies would generally choose a relatively spacious and uninhabited place for the battle. In a major battle with Tianchu in the early years, he won here and sent Tianchu's army back to their homeland.

He was dressed in white, not in a battle robe.

The two armies were evenly matched, each on one side. He was wondering who the other side was, until his vision became clearer and clearer when he saw two familiar figures. Isn't the red bewitching one who is still wearing Gusu Haoyue Gusu Haoyue? So who is the person next to him? Wrapped in red armor, her long hair splashed with ink was tied up high, her eyebrows were full of murderous energy, and the contours of her petite face were so familiar, but the more Yan Jin tried to see it, the more she couldn't see clearly, and she didn't believe it in her heart...

And what about himself, with a deep face, some red scars cut by a knife on his face, his hair was a little messy, panting, compared to Gusu Haoyue's spring breeze, he was embarrassed, even he couldn't understand what color was in his own eyes, he thought, it must be the same as his current face.

In any case, he never dared to think about what it would be like for Liang Chenyue to meet him on the battlefield.

The trumpets sounded, the two armies officially went to war, and the soldiers on both sides ran forward, with confidence in their eyes for victory. Naturally, he also took the lead in rushing forward, as he had done every time before. It's just that there is something different, he saw it completely clearly, it was the familiar face that was rushing towards him, the murderous aura in his eyes seemed to be able to sweep the entire loess, every move and every sword was killed, and the fierce eyes attacked him with a killing momentum, and the cold eyes were so strange, as if he was her mortal enemy.

He fought with her, how could he be killed, the sword was ruthless, he could see that he had not used all his strength, and Liang Chenyue's sword glowed with cold light, and every blow was close to his heart. The sword and sword pushed him to the extreme, and finally, he stopped hiding, and looked straight at Liang Chenyue with deep eyes, faintly with some anticipation.

However, the sky is always not as good as expected.

The cold sword pierced into his chest, and the white placket was quickly dyed red, Wan Yanjin looked at Liang Chenyue who was holding the long sword with a wry smile, revealing a few bloodstained teeth. Obviously, the injury was so serious, if it weren't for the frowning brows, he wouldn't have been able to see how seriously he was injured now.

That sword... It was his sword of kingship.

Wan Yan Jin watched Liang Chenyue walk towards him, longing to see a little distress in her eyes. However, it didn't.

When she looked at him, she was still as cold as ice, her mouth moved a few times as if she was talking, but Yan Jin couldn't hear what she was saying at all. I saw that with a slight triumphant smile in her eyes, she walked towards him step by step, her hands were white and tender, not as rough as before, she reached into his clothes, groped around his body, and after a while, she took out a piece of Arowana jade pendant from his chest that he had worn for many years.

She took it in her hand and took a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the blood from it. As if he had completed the task, the corners of his mouth curled, his inky black eyes smiled proudly, and he glanced at him again, probably thinking that the smile on his face that should not appear was too weird and frowned slightly. However, there was only one moment in her eyes that she looked at him without any hostility, and the next second, she pulled out the royal sword without any hesitation, regardless of his falling body, turned around, and didn't look at him again, she couldn't wait to run towards her aunt Su Haoyue.

The light of the setting sun hit her body, and his eyes were full of peach blossoms.

It doesn't seem bad if he really ends up dying, at least his Xiao Yue'er smiled happily when she left him. It's just a pity that she doesn't seem to feel sorry for him at all.