Wan Yan Jin sneered and said, "Xiao Zimo, this king guessed that it was you at a glance, what can you do besides using these despicable and obscene means?" ”

Xiao Zimo pushed away the young man in white, today he didn't bring a face towel, his long ink-colored hair was tied up high, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked on a delicate and beautiful face, giving people a feeling of warmth like jade, no one would have thought that this would be a heinous villain.

He suddenly appeared on the left, and suddenly on the right, he almost enjoyed this feeling of playing people around, especially when he watched Wan Yan Jin capture him in the crowd, his heart was even more proud, and he took the trouble to repeat such actions.

"Wan Yan Jin, don't underestimate me too much. There's so much I can do... Hahaha..."

Wan Yan Jin couldn't see him, but his words seemed to appear out of thin air. Wan Yanjin frowned slightly, her eyes were a little more vigilant, and she was more serious about catching Xiao Zimo's figure in the crowd. Suddenly, a sharp scream came from the crowd, and Wan Yanjin looked back to see Xiao Zimo holding a woman in a coarse cloth short coat on his left hand, standing on a tall tree. The woman beside him closed her eyes in fright, and she didn't care about saying anything to beg for mercy, but screamed in horror.

Wan Yan Jin's face sank, and the royal sword in his hand was held tightly, "Xiao Zimo, if you have the ability to accompany me to fight seriously, what is it to bully women from good families?" ”

Xiao Zimo seemed to be amused, his eyes were full of cynicism, and he said with a smile: "I can't see it, the dignified East Vietnam God of War used to be so kind-hearted, I thought you were ruthless to women." ”

Wan Yan Jin kept staring at Xiao Zimo closely, it was impossible for him not to hear what was in his words, but at that moment, something seemed to be surging out of his heart unexpectedly. However, despite this, he still had a straight face on his face, if it weren't for his eyes staring at the woman tightly, Xiao Zimo really couldn't see his panic.

Xiao Zimo playfully looked at Yan Jin's face that had been pretending to be calm for ten years, his heart gradually became distorted, and those unforgettable things once again poked his heart, and the blood Linlin stimulated his nerves. Thinking of this, his left hand let go, and then an even more piercing scream was heard, and the woman fell straight down.

Wan Yan Jin took a few steps and rose into the air, grabbed the woman suspended in the air with one hand, put her firmly on the ground, and then attacked Xiao Zimo.

Xiao Zimo stood firmly on the tree, looked at Wan Yan Jin without moving, and did not dodge, his playful eyes seemed to be sure of something, and an evil smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

The sword of royal power glowing with cold light had already reflected Xiao Zimo's warm and jade-like face at this moment, and the sharp blade seemed to quickly pierce the layers of wind to grind out invisible fireworks, which approached Xiao Zimo's chest. Wan Yan Jin's eyes were as cold as cold iron, and he was clamoring about what the Shura of hell was.

But when the blade of the sword was less than a foot away from Xiao Zimo, a figure broke into front of Wan Yan Jin's eyes and blocked in front of Xiao Zimo, almost in an instant, Wan Yan Jin couldn't care about putting away the sword, so he had to watch the royal sword in his hand stab into the chest of the young man in white.

Wan Yan Jin's heart was extremely surprised, he couldn't understand why the young man in white would block the sword that should have pierced Xiao Zimo's body at this moment, let alone that it would be such a result, and things happened too suddenly, allowing him to think. Wan Yan Jin quickly came back to his senses, and what flashed in his mind was that the royal power sword made of cold iron would corrode the human body, and without any further hesitation, he slowly pulled out the royal power sword that had entered the body of the white-clothed young man. The white-clothed boy then spurted out a mouthful of dark black blood, and a steady stream of blood gushed out from his chest, and he lost all his support, so he had to fall straight to the ground, and the mask on his face immediately fell, revealing a young man's immature face.

"Tatsukaze!" A terrible cry that tore through the sky sounded, and before seeing the person, one could imagine what kind of heart-rending appearance the person should have. Her voice resounded through the sky, and it was also gripping.

It wasn't until his eyes caught a glimpse of the slender figure not far away walking towards him as fast as he could, and when he directly skipped the person he picked up and fell to the ground, his heart beat a beat at that moment, and the hand holding the royal sword trembled, and the royal sword almost slipped off.

Wan Yan Jin suddenly panicked, at this moment, he even wanted to drop the royal sword, wipe the blood on his face, and tell her that he didn't do it. Or he should have hurried over, but at this moment he suddenly panicked, and he was afraid that he would see her hateful eyes.

Xiao Zimo had long since disappeared, and there were people all around, some pointing at Liang Chenyue, and some were cheering that the wicked finally died under the sword of King Jin, and all kinds of voices rose and fell, almost drowning out the heart-rending cry.

"King Jin is mighty! Prince Jin has punished the evil and eliminated the traitors for the people of Bianjing again! I don't know who opened the mouth first, but I guess it was the tone of the person's speech that was too excited, and by the way, it also infected the people around him. As a result, countless similar voices sounded one after another, and everyone's face was filled with smiles, praising the wisdom and martial arts of King Jin as if they were singing praises to the gods, and even burst into bursts of warm applause, as if they had forgotten that there was a person in danger at this moment, and another person was extremely grief-stricken.

Wan Yan Jin was stunned and looked at the two figures hugging each other on the ground, they were both dressed in white, but they had been soaked in the gushing blood, and they were surprised to bloom one by one bewitching Manzhu Sawa flowers. He stood in the middle of it, and the praise was incessant, but his eyes were pierced by the man's terrible cry.

The royal sword in his hand continued to drip blood as if he was injured, and it fell on the snow and smeared, and it didn't take long for it to sink into the snow again, and the blood that came from the street was still covered again and again.

I don't know when, the man suddenly raised his head, and his red black eyes were surging with hatred at this moment, and there were too many indescribable emotions when he met his eyes. Wan Yan Jin looked at those inky black eyes, there was a place in his heart as if it had been hollowed out, his heart began to become flustered, and the thick uneasiness spread in the deepest part of his heart, he seemed to be suffering from the guilt pointed out by Qianfu, and he had a clear premonition that some things that should belong to him were dissipating little by little...

Liang Chenyue picked up Chenfeng's silver sword and raised it high, her pale lips moved slightly, and she made an almost hoarse sound. Although the voice was not loud, Wan Yanjin listened very clearly.

She's saying, "Kill me!"

Does she want him to use the silver sword he gave her to kill her with his own hands?

After Yan Jin's head banged, she understood what she meant.

How could she have allowed him to kill her with his own hands?

The silver sword was also stained with a little blood, and it happened to be concentrated in the groove of the blade, and it was very accurate to highlight the two upright words, which were the two words he carved with his own hands - Chenyue.

Fifteen-year-old Wan Yan Jin is just a teenager, he has been in the dark world for a long time, and he has long become cold-blooded and ruthless. But when he met Liang Chenyue, a crack opened in his frozen heart, and her appearance was like a light sprinkled into his already desperate world, and his world has since had a glimmer of light, and it is no longer as dark and desperate as usual.

When he spent his first birthday with Liang Chenyue, he didn't know what to give to a powerless girl. He wanted to protect her, but he also knew that many times he would also be distracted, and what he had to do would also distract him, so he forged a silver sword himself, and engraved the word Chenyue on it. It wasn't until he made this silver sword that he suddenly noticed a problem, that little Liang Chenyue was only a child a few years old, let alone using this silver sword, she might not even be able to take it. So the silver sword was locked in the closet and never showed it to Liang Chenyue, and then Liang Chenyue left, and the silver sword disappeared, Wan Yanjin was not sure whether the silver sword was taken away by Liang Chenyue, or maybe it was stolen by someone, he didn't care too much, after all, he didn't give the sword to Liang Chenyue, and the existence of that sword was meaningless.

Wan Yanjin's eyes suddenly became hot, he moved his lips, he always felt that he should say something to explain, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't know where to start. At this time, she saw that the person seemed to have been drained of the main heart bone, and his whole body was weakly paralyzed, and even the person in her arms fell into a pool of blood.

Bright blood stained the white clothes red, and the eyes red.

After Yan Jin staggered towards Liang Chenyue, Steward Zhang also realized that something was wrong when he saw this, and immediately asked people to go up to help. Only then did I find out that the thin woman who was almost unrecognizable and only wore a white pajama was Liang Chenyue.

Just when his fingertips were about to touch Liang Chenyue, a red figure appeared in front of his eyes, and he picked Liang Chenyue up one step ahead of him. There was only a gust of cold wind blowing into his arms, and there were bursts of despair.

Wan Yan Jin raised his head suddenly, but saw Gu Su Haoyue holding Liang Chenyue tightly in his arms, and he looked at him with resentment on his face, as if he was looking at an enemy with a deep hatred like the sea.

"Give her to me!" Wan Yan Jin shouted anxiously, his heart was already in chaos, Liang Chenyue's words hit his heart deeply, so desperate, so sad, Wan Yan Jin felt for the first time what it means to lose his soul, his heart was empty, and a biting cold wind blew in, he thought, maybe only by holding her in his arms, the feeling of loss would not be so intense.

"Su Mujin, haven't you always been unwilling to see her? Her sincerity has been ruined like this by you, what reason do you have, and what qualifications do you have to ask me to hand her over to you? You can't tolerate her in your eyes, and naturally someone can hold her in your heart. This time, I won't give you a chance again, Liang Chenyue, I'll take it away! ”