"Eleven, can you remember the heartache?"

The man's voice came slowly, like the moon was cold, and a cold poured into the heart from the top of the head, and the heart with a strong autumn mood suddenly stopped beating.

In this world, there is no one else who will call her eleven but him.

Battle Royal.

"Who are you?"

Qiu Yinong tried his best to contain the tremor in his voice, and his heart was panicked.

In this gloomy place, the man on the soul altar easily called out her nickname, how terrifying, how terrifying.

The gauze tent was flying, and the man's posture was lazy and gorgeous.

The voice was tactful: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, you just need to remember the heartache and the hatred of killing your son, eleven, do you know what your task is to live again?" ”

This white lotus-like person has a clear mind.

But he refused to tell her what kind of person he was, his tone was gentle and slightly cool, but he had an irresistible coercion, and he couldn't allow Qiu Yi to ask again.

This man is like a god in heaven.

seems to control her fate, looking down on her from above, how much he gives her, what she gives her, she has to accept it.

It's not that she can get what she wants.

Qiu Yinong is not a hypocritical person, and has already whitened his current situation.

The person on the soul sacrifice platform can summon her with a requiem and know her past life, then her resurrection of the corpse has something to do with him.

Thinking of this, she didn't pretend to be stupid.

looked at the fluttering gauze tent with a solemn look, and asked coldly: "I naturally know what my task is, what do you want me to do, you say it directly." ”

There is no such thing as free rice in this world.

This person can make her reborn, and that is what she has in her, and he has what he wants.

"Huh."

The man in the veil laughed lightly, the laughter flowed tactfully, clear as the wind, and after half a ring, he was heard to speak: "Kill the war emperor." ”

These words are still mild.

I can't hear any emotion, as if I was telling Qiu Yinong to kill someone, but I can just say it so casually.

However, these words are stained with blood.

Qiu Yinong's heart chuckled, and sure enough, he found her because of Zhan Yu.

"Look, our goal is the same." He laughed in the tent, his frosty voice staining the ice in his heart.

Autumn can be felt clearly.

This person hates Zhan Yu and has a deep resentment.

However, after all, his cultivation is too profound, and he can put this resentment in his heart and feed it with blood until death.

A layer of ice formed in my heart, and when I spoke, I could feel the coldness.

"Why kill him?" Autumn asked.

"What's the matter, you're soft-hearted?"

The tone was slightly raised, with some evil spirit, and Qiu Yinong seemed to be able to imagine that at this moment, the person in the gauze tent was smiling, with a demonic aura on his eyebrows.

That must be an amazing person.

Qiu Yi also smiled, and his smile was clear: "Soft-hearted? People who don't even have a heart, how can they be soft-hearted? ”

Her heart had already been dug out by Zhan Yu and fed to the dogs.

And the heart beating in her chest now is the girl's autumn mood, not when she was the eleventh princess Zhao Zi.

If there is no human heart, where is the soft-heartedness?

The man did not speak for a while, but heard the rustling of the wind through the veil, and his figure did not move, but fixed there, like a fine jade carving.

It looks like it is unique in the world, but when you touch it, there is no temperature at all.

Suddenly, a light flew out of the veil and struck Autumn Mood, which opened slightly, and something entered her lips and teeth, sliding straight down her throat.

"This palace gives you a stone heart, an iron heart, to help you kill the Quartet."