This is the only request.

This sentence was said by the teenager for seven years.

Now, in the most unbearable way, in front of everyone, he was forced to say it.

The sword in front of him was his last dignity.

He chose to hand it to her.

Deliver him all the honor and disgrace.

But.

Su Liuyu didn't answer.

She took a step back.

This step.

Heavy gold.

Song Yan held the sword to death.

He lowered his head, and the rain dripped down the corner of his eye.

Splashed on a pool of blood.

"Feelings are not forced."

Eight words, blocking his way forward.

It is like a sharp blade, which crushes flesh and blood, and the pain penetrates to the bones.

The teenager took a step forward.

Nine clouds out of the sheath, a cold blade slashed, resolute and ruthless.

He only bets this time!

Su Liuyu's face changed.

Grab the blade with your bare hands! Dangerously stop him in his tracks!

"Song Yanzhi, you're crazy!"

The boy looked at her.

"Your mind has been decided, so why force it."

The same eight words.

It also blocked her way.

He was already a good schemer.

In the past, everything that was learned and used was one person.

Now, it's all returned.

Su Liuyu held the sword, the blade slashed across the palm of his hand, the blood mixed with the rain, and it was a blur.

Her wrists were bruised.

The same is true of the state of mind.

She looked at his resolute face and gritted her teeth.

"Okay, I'll satisfy you."

After speaking.

The hand holding the sword suddenly grabbed him by the placket of his clothes, dragged him to death, and dragged him all the way to the main hall.

The chief manager of the Chengde Hall was scared to death.

I didn't dare to follow.

I had to tell the little eunuch how far to roll as far as he could.

Outside the hall, the rain was pouring down.

Inside the hall, it was cold to the bone.

Su Liuyu has great strength, has practiced martial arts all year round, and his internal strength is amazing.

This drag, the young man who dragged his face was purple, all the way into the hall, and was pushed on the bed again.

Song Yanzhi's face turned pale, and before he could breathe, he heard the sound of tears in his clothes.

Mixed with the cold wind that was cold to the bone, his body trembled.

The Son of Heaven overcame him, and clamped down on his hand that had just held the sword.

"That's what you're asking for?"

"Your Majesty—"

The room was silent.

The fifth year of the Great Wei Shunqi, the first day of November.

Song Yanzhi, the deputy commander of the Vermilion Bird Army, asked for orders to go to the Great Zhou in person to help the Great Wei unify the countries.

Same.

Emperor Shun Zhao, the deputy commander of the title of the main general of the Vermilion Bird Army, the second rank of the official residence, and the Xuanwu Army Tiger Fu set out to fight.

Here it goes, three years.

Wait for the iron ride and return triumphantly.

......

The Dregs have been a little annoyed lately.

The previous kick sent away Song Yanzhi, who was tired of looking for death.

The Ministry of Rites was idle again.

There is no way, Master Mi's mouth is leaking, and he talks about the ungrateful things of the scum dragon, and Man Jing knows it.

Slag Dragon, don't want to be responsible.

Slag dragon, ungrateful.

Not to mention transferring people, but also going to the battlefield, isn't this sending people to death?

The historian knows the inside story.

Nothing else, he and the chief manager of Chengde Hall are fellow villagers, and when he asked about the jade, he also understood.

Lord Xiao Song rewrote the jade.

The emperor Zhaoyuan was transferred out of Beijing.

Lord Xiao Song tore up the holy decree.

The Son of Heaven is angry and brothers!

Big news!

Big news.

The historian hurriedly wrote down the incident in his small notebook.

By the way, I also went to Changbai Study to submit a manuscript.

Boy.

Now.

I don't know, I know.

But they were all sent away.

The hot search has been on for two days, and it has also gone down.

This little Song is very difficult to walk.

This is going to the Great Zhou, whether it is dead or alive is not certain.

This melon will be gnawed later.

Calm was restored to Kyochung in a few days.

I'm waiting for the little gossip of the new issue of the scum dragon again.

The people of Dawei are living a really comfortable life now.