It turns out that this is the extreme pain in the world.

The noble and cold emperor slowly turned around, and the obsidian hung down from his hairline, swaying gently on the side of his slightly pale face.

The gem is shiny, and there is faint blood streaks inside.

This man, talking and laughing, took the heads of thousands of people, and never frowned.

Inside this obsidian was the blood of her loved ones.

She hates, she hates so much.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, his long-sleeved fingers, pinching her sharp jaw, and cruel and vicious words pulsed out of his cold lips word by word.

"What if I make it impossible for you to do it?"

After speaking, he gently closed his eyes, there was a gloomy anger lingering in the corners of his eyes, and his voice was deliberately very soft, and said, "Eleven, listen, what kind of voice is this?" ”

At this moment, a child's loud cry came from the other side of the palace wall.

Zhao Zishi's face welled up with joy, his cloudy eyes were foggy, and he muttered in his mouth: "Child... My child. ”

Before she could say anything, the child's cry grew hoarse, and then there was a loud muffled thud like something slamming into the ground.

The cry stopped abruptly.

"What did you do to him?" Zhao Zishi looked at Zhan Yu stupidly, and his body was trembling.

Zhan Yu smiled gloomily: "I let him send him on the road with you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a white swaddling cloth was thrown in from the side of the palace wall, and a small person was wrapped in the swaddling clothes.

Half of his body is exposed.

The body covered with blood, swaddling clothes, was also stained red with blood.

"No—"

The hoarse voice carried the incomparable pain, and she screamed: "Battle Imperial ...... You are crazy... He is also your flesh and blood. ”

Zhao Zishi struggled like crazy, completely ignoring the two sharp swords nailed to her, tearing at her body like a madman, and screaming like a trapped beast in her mouth.

Pulled his arms out of the hilts of the two swords alive.

Her arms were in tatters, her body was like rags, she couldn't stand on her feet, and she fell to the ground, but she crawled towards the child anyway.

A carved dragon boot appeared in front of her, lifted up, and stomped heavily on her arm.

The pain in her bones made her take a breath of cold air, but she refused to scream again, raised her head, and looked at Zhan Yu with resentful eyes, hatred deep into her bone marrow.

was looked at by her like this, and his face was still unshocked.

He crouched down in front of her, his fingers touching her bloodied face, the blue wrench on his thumb stinging her eyes.

That's what she had given him.

What is promised is the object of love.

I still remember the promise he made to her when she snuggled into his arms and put on a wrench for him, he said: "I would rather lose the world than you, and if I fight and lose you, I am willing to be punished by the world." ”

She was sweet in her heart, but she stretched out her fingers to cover his lips.

Don't let him curse himself like that.

Now, he slowly took it off, placed it in front of her, stood up, and looked at her condescendingly, his face covered with ice.

The words are like knives: "Eleven, I want you, to live, to be spurned by the people of the world, to die, not to be able to enter the ground, and to crush your bones and ashes." ”

She couldn't crawl to her child after all.

Because the sword in Baiyuan's hand had reached her chest, she opened her eyes and watched as a piece of her chest was missing, and the red, still beating heart fell to Zhan Yu's feet.

The last thing that caught my ears was the ruthless and arbitrary words of Zhan Yu: "Throw her into Fuling Mountain." ”