The courtyard of the Ming Mansion is exceptionally quiet. The silence is because there is no one, and this silence of no one makes people feel desolate and eerie.

The lake in the back garden is still cold, and a cool breeze blows from the water pavilion built on the lake. Ming Shiyin was wearing an extremely white shirt, leaning on the wooden railing, and his posture was very lazy.

His long, white fingertips played with a small porcelain vase. The porcelain bottle contained a small pill, and the pill was rolling in the porcelain bottle. This pill is the life-sustaining pill that Ming Shiyin promised to give to King Lanling. At this time, he sat indifferently on the wooden chair by the railing, waiting for a message.

A piece of news about the success of the assassination of the king of Lanling.

Ming Shiyin felt that his strategy was exquisite. If the king of Lanling went to assassinate unsuccessfully, Di Renjie, who was notified by him, saw it, and Di Renjie killed the king of Lanling. Then there will be one more person in the blood sacrifice of Chang'an Cloud Breaking Palace, and only three more people need to be found. If the assassination of King Lanling is successful, Bian Que is dead. If he is not wrong, Bian Que can be regarded as a summoned person, so it is still a condition for completing the blood sacrifice.

And most importantly, King Lanling has no way to survive with him. Getting rid of two people in a row is really a clever plan!

When King Lanling rushed to the garden of the Ming Mansion, he saw the man in white clothes in the moonlight from a distance. Ming Shiyin's face is so tranquil, like a peony sleeping at night. Glamorous but incomparably quiet.

"You're here?" Ming Shiyin suddenly asked. He slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were as clear as the morning dew. King Lanling frowned, how could such a person who looked extremely clean be so dirty in his heart? If he hadn't been coerced by Ming Shiyin, he wouldn't have killed Bian Que!

"The person is dead, give me the life continuation pill." King Lanling had a calm face and glared at Ming Shiyin viciously.

"You're sure you're dead, don't lie to me." Ming Shiyin's chin was slightly raised, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was extremely charming and moving. From his expression, it could be seen that he was very happy, and even enjoyed the anger of the Lanling King. Let a person with a conscience do something without conscience, he is inexplicably happy, probably a little psychopathic.

"If you cut the throat with a sharp blade, you will surely die." King Lanling said coldly. His short knife still has Bian Que's blood on it. This made him feel very uncomfortable, or tortured. Among other people's lives and his own lives, he chose to give birth to himself, but along the way, King Lanling felt a lot of torture and uneasiness in his heart. He hated himself like that.

"I believe in your assassination methods." The corners of Ming Shiyin's mouth pursed slightly. He was happy because Bian Que was dead, and the battle for the Cloud Breaking Hall had one less potential competitor, and he was closer to the goal of the Blood Sacrifice being completed.

"Give me the elixir, I don't want to see you again." King Lanling said coldly, his sharp gaze fell on Ming Shiyin. He seemed to be eager to kill this abominable Ming Shi Yin here with his gaze.

"That's difficult, King Lanling, you live in Changle Fang, and Mulan is also there. If you don't see this when you look up and look down, how can you not see it in the future? Ming Shiyin said this deliberately, and at the same time handed the small porcelain bottle of the life-sustaining pill in his hand towards King Lanling.

King Lanling saw the medicine bottle and quickly reached out and snatched the life-saving pill. He spread out his palm, tilted the medicine bottle slightly, and slowly poured the pill into his hand. The turquoise elixir looked small and delicate, as if it had some kind of magical power.

As soon as King Lanling thought that he had eaten this life-sustaining pill, he would be able to stand up from the edge of life and death. His eyes shone with hope, and he raised his hand and stuffed the pill into his mouth without hesitation, chewed and swallowed it.

At this time, Ming Shiyin, who had seen that King Lanling had taken the pill, sneered.

After King Lanling took the medicine, his expression suddenly became strange. He only felt that the pain in his abdomen was unbearable, and a mouthful of blood gushed out! This elixir is poisonous!

"Ming Shiyin! This elixir is poisonous! A light of resentment appeared in King Lanling's eyes. His hand pulled out the dagger from his waist, wanting to stab Ming Shiyin's neck fiercely. King Kelanling had only taken two steps before his figure crooked and fell to the ground, and then another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing on the ground covered with mud.

Ming Shiyin paced leisurely on the side, witnessing the dying struggle of King Lanling.

"Useless people, death is the best arrangement." Ming Shiyin said coldly. He felt that there was nothing wrong with him, this Lanling King was useless, and if he died, he would die.

"Ming Shiyin, you are so vicious! I obviously saw that you also took the elixir, do you want to poison yourself! King Lanling's face was full of anger. When he was in Changle Fang, he clearly saw Ming Shiyin pick up the pill and stuff it into his mouth, and eat it in front of him. Is he going to poison himself?

"The pill I took in Changle Fang is not poisonous, and the pill I just gave you is highly toxic." Ming Shiyin squatted down as he spoke, and his long slanted eyes looked at the dying and struggling King of Lanling on the ground, this life like an ant was about to disappear in this world.

"Don't worry, Miss Mulan, I will take good care of her for you." The corners of Ming Shiyin's mouth hooked up a cold smile. The laugh was unpredictable, as if it was full of danger and viciousness. When King Lanling heard this, he was angry and shocked, his brows were tightly locked, and he seemed to shout at Ming Shiyin with all his might: "You brute! I won't let you go near Mulan! I'm not allowed! You insidious villain! ”

"Hahaha! If you live, you will not allow me to come near. He's dead? How else can you stop it? Hahaha! Ming Shiyin seemed to have heard something very funny, he tilted his head and smiled, so unscrupulous and unscrupulous.

"Ming Shiyin! I curse you! I curse you eternal life and eternal peace! What you ask for, you can never get what you want! I curse you! King Lanling cursed loudly in anger and pain! He hated such an insidious person for taking advantage of him and taking his life! He hated Ming Shiyin very much.

Ming Shiyin heard the curse that King Lanling hated like this, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer. He raised his hand and took out his serpentine dagger from his arms, aimed it at the neck of the Lanling King, and swung it fiercely, the cold light flashed, and he was killed with a knife.

King Lanling's eyes widened, and he looked dead. The blood on his neck slowly flowed out, staining Ming Shiyin's snow-white boots, and the white boots were suddenly stained.

Ming Shiyin frowned in disgust.

"Curse me? You are not qualified at all! King Lanling, you are just a lost dog in Jinling City! It's so different from me! Hmph, die at my hands, count yourself as a well-deserved death. Ming Shiyin's cruel gaze swept over the death of King Lanling. At this time, he stretched out his hand to take off the mask worn by the King of Lanling, and the beautiful face of the King of Lanling was revealed in front of Ming Shiyin's eyes, like a very beautiful epiphany in the night.

The former son of Jinling, such a peerless beautiful man who was rumored in the world, died in the garden of Ming Shiyin like an ant at this moment.