At this moment, a soldier's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Tong Gongzi." ”

Tong Yu was almost about to succeed, when he suddenly heard someone outside calling him, he couldn't help but be angry, raised his head from Nanyan's body, and said angrily: "What are you shouting?!" ”

The man outside: "You, my sister is here." ”

What the?!

Tong Ji's eyes widened suddenly, and even Nanyan, who was in tears, was startled.

His sister, the Lady Tong?

Didn't he say that Zhu Feng had already ordered the killing of everyone in King Jing's mansion except King Jing and Princess Jing, not even his sister? Why is she still alive and still here?

At this time, Tong Ji's heart was also a little messy, he looked down at Nanyan, who was disheveled and had been lying under him without the ability to resist, although he was a little reluctant in his heart, but he still slowly got up.

As if he had escaped death, Nanyan immediately grabbed a blanket next to him and wrapped it around his body.

Tears rained down her face.

Tong Ji laughed fiercely: "What is the block, do you think you can still escape after staying for a while?" ”

After speaking, he leaned into her ear and licked her auricle gently: "I'll be back soon, waiting for me." ”

After saying that, he casually found a piece of clothing and put it on his body, and walked out.

Outside the big tent, it was already pitch black, only one or two torches were burning far and near, General Xiahou Jiao transferred all the people around, and there was only a tall horse and a figure standing there at the door.

Tong Ji looked at it, and was immediately shocked: "Sister, are you still alive?" ”

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly walked over: "You are really still alive, I thought you were dead-"

Before the word "death" could be spoken, he had already walked in front of Mrs. Tong, saw the frightened and almost desperate expression on her face, and was stunned: "What's wrong?" ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a little cold light suddenly appear on Mrs. Tong's chest.

Before Tong Ji could react, his sister had already let out a terrible whisper, the cold light disappeared at once, and the blood sprayed onto Tong Ji's face, he felt the heat on his face, and before he could react, he saw Mrs. Tong fall to the ground softly.

And behind her, behind the horse, came a tall figure.

The man was dressed in a pitch-black cloak, with a hood, and held a long sword in his hand, all covered in blood, dripping down the sharp blade.

Tong Ji's eyes widened suddenly: "You, you are-"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man raise his hand, and the long sword in his hand cut a dazzling cold light in the night, and with a brush, it slashed from the left side of Tong Ji's neck to the right rib.

Tong Ji couldn't even scream, and his throat had been cut.

He fell to the ground in severe pain, and saw that his sister's body had fallen in a pool of blood, and the man in black stepped on him without even looking at him, and walked directly into the tent.

Nanyan curled up on the bed, listening to the movement outside, and before she knew what was happening, she saw a tall man in black walking in, holding a long sword that was still dripping blood, and she was so frightened that she was suffocated in her breath.

"You, who are you?"

The man stepped forward and didn't say anything, but held out his hand to her.

As soon as Nanyan saw his hand, he was suddenly stunned.

The only candle in the tent suddenly flickered, and the bright light suddenly illuminated the face under the hood.

"The Emperor's ......"