As he spoke, he reached out and snatched his wounded jar.

At that time, Zhan Yu was still an unfavored Nine Emperor Princes, struggling to survive under the oppression of the princes, silent, but the means were very spicy, seeing that she was so unreasonable, he asked people to bring more than a dozen jars of wine.

A dozen guards hugged the jar and, at his command, poured the spilled wine over her head, which remained from her head and spread over her mouth and nose, and she felt so suffocated that she could not breathe at all.

And the War Emperor didn't pay attention to her discomfort at all, and one guard after another, poured wine on her head without stopping.

In this way, after a long time, she was really suffocated, lying on the ground coughing, and her face was red and white, white and red.

He finally stopped, crouched beside her, grabbed her shoulders and asked her, "Do you still want to drink?" ”

Looking at the man's dark and gloomy eyes, she didn't know why she wanted to cry, that is, that time, she hugged Zhan Yu and cried heartbreakingly, everyone was dumbfounded, from then on, the eleventh princess who was addicted to alcohol was like her life, and she was obsessed with the Nine Emperors Zhan Yu as her life.

She was trapped in the Qianqiu Palace, and there was nothing to do, so she often cooked wine on the pavilion, and drank a little, but she would not get drunk and die of a drunken dream.

Zhan Yu would often come to drink with her, and between those gauze tents flying and laughing, she was full of Zhan Yu's man.

They would hug and kiss and linger in the pavilion, and for countless dark nights the man whispered softly in his ear, and she believed many love words he had said.

But later, it was also on that pavilion that he killed him with his own hands.

The hatred in her eyes was like a torch that was slowly ignited, from a small point of light, and then gradually formed a torch, lighting up her eyes, igniting her blood, and making her body boil.

Zhan Yu was almost burned by the fire of hatred, and he only felt that his heart hurt inexplicably.

He didn't know why this person hated him so much, but yes, he had killed so much in his life, and there were countless enemies in the world, but the hatred in this woman's eyes was strong and desperate, which made him feel so heartbroken.

Blood flowed from the corners of his lips, and he looked at King Shura with a cold smile: "If you do this, you will inevitably lose your morality!" ”

Neither of them can move, but they can speak, Zhan Yu tried to save his life with the morality of the rivers and lakes, he didn't want to die now, not for himself, but for his Yun'er.

If he dies, what will happen to his Yuna?

Broken Thoughts will not let Yun'er go, when the time comes, can Bai Chan protect him? He didn't dare to think about it.

King Shura smiled slowly and lazily: "When have you seen the morality of this palace?" We in Shura Palace, take money to take people's lives, and never talk about morality, you talk about morality with me, it's just funny. ”

The battle emperor was choked by the words of the Shura King.

He looked gloomily at the man in black ten steps away, and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you hate me so much?" ”

"I'll tell you when I kill you!!" Qiu Yinong's voice was still hoarse by his own oppression, like an old woman, and no one could recognize the original voice when she said it.

Zhan Yu's pupils struggled incomparably, and he watched the woman's figure run towards him like a cheetah.

The sword in his hand stabbed straight into his heart,

Then he heard the sound of flesh being torn apart, and the sharp weapon sank into his chest, through the flesh and bones, and the pain spread to all the limbs, and his body flew out with a heavy blow, falling from the eaves.

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