The sunset at dusk dyed the surrounding city walls red, and at a glance, it was like a rain of blood slanting down to stain the sky and the earth.

The wind of early winter has been so cold that it hurts slightly on people's skin, she stands in the sky full of flying glow in the wind, the wind blows through her ears, she hears the voice of the warlord, like a god descending, cold and killing, majestic beyond resistance.

"The things in this world are the fairest, and I want everyone to fight with their lives."

An order was given, and it was Pan Yang's death.

The clouds rolled, and Qiu Yinong heard the heart-rending cry of the eldest princess Yongle coming from the school grounds, tearing the wind and whistling, she looked over, only to see her kneeling on the ground, the spear in front of her, unable to move.

looked at the five horses on the school field, and pulled the man to run in all directions.

The horse ran so fast that the man tied in the middle didn't have time to make a sound, and the horse was already pulling his limbs and running in different directions, and blood was splashed on the field.

It's like a rain of blood.

Everyone on the scene could hear the sound of the flesh and bones being torn, and with a few clicks, the flesh and bones were scattered in all directions, and they were carried far away by the horses, bringing out five deep and shallow blood stains, which were shocking.

Qiu Yinong stood on the city tower, the violent wind was blowing from all directions, she could smell the smell of blood in the wind, so strong that people felt a surge in her chest, she covered her nose with her hands slightly, but her expression was happy.

Drinking the pain of these people is the most painful.

"Ah!!!h

A sharp shout pierced through the air, almost piercing people's eardrums, Qiu Yinong stood there, looked down, and saw Yongle's eyes red, his eyes widened, shouted, and passed out in the arms of the maid.

Seeing her husband being torn apart by five horses must have been extremely painful.

She inexplicably wanted to know what kind of mood he was in at that time when Zhan Yu personally cut off her wrist and let Baiyuan pick out her heart?

Isn't it also enjoyable?

Joy and sorrow, perhaps, is that kind of emotion.

Qiu Yinong looked sideways at Zhan Yu, but found that Zhan Yu was looking at Yongle on the school field with gloomy eyes, and there was endless hatred in his deep and cold eyes, which made people feel uncomfortable.

If he can't kill Yongle, he must be very unhappy, right?

Qiu Yinong lowered his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, folded his hands in front of him, and did not speak.

"Do you think it's fun?"

Zhan Yu's voice suddenly came, with some incomprehensible depth, vaguely ridiculous.

She suddenly realized that she had accidentally revealed an emotion that she couldn't show, so she quickly secretly gathered her thoughts, turned around, lowered her head and lowered her eyebrows, and said with a tactful smile: "Since the emperor asked, the servant will not hide it." ”

She smiled, and the smile on the corner of her eyebrows overflowed the crystal clear eyes little by little.

The voice is clear and moving: "The servant is by nature, likes blood, likes to kill, so the servant doesn't want to miss such a wonderful scene." ”

She said so sincerely and ruthlessly, and in Zhan Yu's dark eyes, a smile flashed with freezing points, and there was vague appreciation.

He likes that his men can be a wolf, a wolf only for him to drive.

"What does Lord Qiu think about this person's bones?" His voice was slow, as if it was a question, but it was more like a temptation.