Blood-red and blood-red, deep into the bone marrow.

But later, he killed his wife with his own hands, but he never got rid of the cinnabar in his heart.

Zhan Yu lowered his head, and when he looked at Zhao Zi, his eyes looked at her sadly, for the first time, he looked at a person with such eyes, he was Zhan Yu, whether it was when he was young, or now, everyone told him that he couldn't be sad.

He can't have emotions, he can't have emotions.

So, he cut off his emotions with his own hands.

"Eleven, how do you want to get revenge?"

When this question was asked, he himself thought it was ridiculous, she was dead, how should she take revenge?

Zhao Zishi covered his chest, only feeling a heartache in his chest, but he couldn't help but look at Zhan Yu, and said firmly: "I'm dead, how do you think I can take revenge?" ”

Then he said, "And the one who killed me is you and them." ”

Who they are, he must understand if he wants to come.

Zhan Yu's face was very pale, and the man had always been a cold-faced and cold-eyed person, but in front of Zhao Zishi, his face was pale for a while.

He looked at her and asked, "You want me to help you kill them?" ”

"Nope."

Zhao Zishi immediately interrupted him, and said in a cold tone: "It's not to help me kill them, it's that you want to avenge your children." ”

After speaking, the corners of her lips suddenly pulled out a deep and inscrutable smile, looking at Zhan Yu, the smile on the corner of her lips gave birth to a strange flower, blooming strangely: "Ah Yu, you forgot, it was your own order that killed your own child!" ”

The woman's voice suddenly became very elegant and beautiful, but it was very erratic.

The beautiful voice, the call that had not been heard for a long time, made the battle royal collapse all of a sudden.

It's been a long time, and he hasn't heard this woman call him softly.

In the past, she always liked to call him Ah Yu Ah Yu in his ear countless times, because at that time, everyone who saw him had to call him the emperor with respect.

Her words were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the warrior's footsteps staggered, and he could no longer stand, and fell in front of her.

He trembled and stretched out his hand to hug her, but it passed through her body, the man did not give up, raised his hand and tried to hug her, but he could only watch her close to him and smile warmly, so close, yet so far away.

He lost his voice: "Eleven, I was wrong. ”

Did you finally admit your mistake?

Zhao Zishi lowered her head, but the smile on the corner of her lips did not disappear at all, and she knew that he would regret it.

However, she did not want to see him repent.

Why did she want him to repent?

If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price, since you are wrong, how can you say that you are wrong, and you can just say sorry?

Not every sentence of sorry can be exchanged for a sentence that is okay.

Her heart is not wide enough, so she can't forgive.

"Are you wrong?"

The corners of Zhao Zishi's eyes rose slightly, his voice was raised, his tone was extremely long, and the cunning streamer under his eyes quickly slid over: "Since you were wrong, why didn't you kill Qiu Fengyi and Yongle, why did you still let me carry the eternal infamy of the filthy palace?" ”

Her voice was much louder, slightly agitated.

In the end, Wu Zi sneered, and looked at Zhan Yu coldly: "In the end, what you care about is your throne." ”