Emperor Feng Jian kicked Yuan Xin'er in her stomach with a fierce kick, and before she could react, Emperor Feng Jian pulled out the short sword on Yuan Xiong's body and slammed it into Gillian's chest.

Gillian's eyes flashed with pain, and then showed a relieved smile, wanting to raise her hand to touch her child one last time, but she couldn't touch it after all.

"Mother, I will avenge you." The anger in Yuan Xin'er's eyes is too heavy, and she looks like a devil in hell at this moment.

Emperor Feng Jian's arrogant expression was instantly dyed with anger, his eyes were full of murderous aura, he walked over angrily and kicked Yuan Xin'er's body hard.

It's just a child, how can the anger on his body be so heavy?

Emperor Feng Jian stepped on her body fiercely, Yuan Xin'er held back the pain, snorted, and a mouthful of blood came out of her mouth, lying there with a gossamer.

"It's not the daughter of Yuan Xiong, the anger on her body is so heavy, do you think I will simply kill them?"

However, Yuan Xin'er still sat on the ground indifferently, her eyes were like an abyss, is this really an ordinary little girl?

When her biological father died in front of her, she didn't say a word, she didn't shed a single tear, and even when her mother was humiliated until she died, she didn't shed a single tear.

This child's anger is too heavy, even if he kills people like hemp, he can't do this to his relatives.

This child is a scourge!

Emperor Feng Jian's face became more and more ugly, and he ordered the guards to enter the door.

The guards dragged the bodies of the marshal and his wife, put Yuan Xin'er directly on his shoulders, and walked towards the snowy night.

Yuan Xin'er's arms drooped weakly behind the guards, shaking for a while.

Her empty eyes looked at Emperor Feng Jian, who walked out of the house, and walked away with a wild laugh.

The marshal's mansion, which was loyal to the country, was submerged in the fire on the night when the snow was blowing, and gradually devoured it......

The next day, Emperor Feng Jian ordered that all the slaves and maids in the Marshal's Mansion serve as military prostitutes, and the family members should be exiled to the frontier as soldiers.

The Yuan family was all hung in the Xuanwu Gate to show their example, and even the bodies of the marshal and his wife could not escape their fate.

For a while, the subjects were shocked, and they flocked to the door one after another, and there was a lot of discussion.

To this day, they still can't imagine that the marshal who Nanyue fears will actually be a chaotic minister and thief, bent on carving up Nanyue.

The streets and alleys near the Xuanwu Gate were unprecedentedly grand for a while.

Every day, a lot of people came to watch, and as many as forty or fifty people hanged themselves on the castle tower, including old people, pregnant women, and children, and they would beg for mercy at first.

"The emperor is gracious!"

"The emperor spares his life!" Something like that.

But time obliterates their will, and no one continues to beg for mercy.

Because every day people die, because there is no food, and because of the cold.

When they died, their mouths were facing the sky, their faces were dry, their red eyes were bulging, and their torsos were like dead trees, which broke off when they snapped.

In less than seven days, everyone who had something to do with the marshal's family died in Xuanwumen.

Except for Yuan Xin'er, who is skinny and skinny, her hair is messy. Her clothes were even more tattered, and she still smelled of blood, but she was proud in her bones, and even if she wanted to fall, she would still force herself to tilt her head, and her empty eyes were as silent as death

The corpse emitted a foul stench that filled the entire Xuanwu Sect, which was disgusting.

Many people are worried in their hearts, it's too cruel! Even if the marshal really did that kind of thing, it would be just a matter of raiding the house and destroying the house, why did he have to do it to such a point.

But they are just ordinary people, no matter how cruel Emperor Feng Jian is, he can't change that he is the emperor and the person who dominates them......

Many people are wondering how long this child can last?

Late at night on the eighth day, when the winter phoenix was cold, the officers and soldiers of the Xuanwu Sect changed teams, and there was a team, and they couldn't help but tremble, rubbing their hands and squeezing together to talk.

"Damn the weather, how can people live!" A tall officer and soldier complained.

"That's it, this is the weather!" Another officer and soldier rubbed their hands together and exhaled hot air, running around hoping to warm themselves.

The tall officer seemed to think of something, and touched his companion, "You say, will this child die?"

The few people gathered together, you look at me, I look at you, one of them walked to the place where the little girl was hanging, and an officer and soldier lay on the city tower, and reached out to probe her snort.

The officer and soldier's heart chuckled, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly retracted his hand, and he didn't know whether it was because of fear or because of the cold, his teeth chattered, and after a long time, he said, "It's out of gas!" ”

Several people stood there, no one spoke, no matter what, the marshal used to be a hero who defended the country, and now he has ended up like this, how can it not be embarrassing.

Now that the only daughter is also dead, the Yuan family is completely destroyed, how did the emperor torture and ruthlessly?

The chief officer and soldier in charge of guarding the city tower hurried into the palace to report the incident.

Emperor Feng Jian was lying in the arms of his favorite concubine, and when he heard the news, he sneered several times, and stopped in his compelling ears, not only sad, but also happy.

After a long time, he ordered with a pale face, "The three members of the Yuanxiong family throw their bodies into the grave, and everyone else has a straw mat, find a good place to bury it!" After speaking, he got up from the arms of the favorite concubine, and he was not interested.

After returning to his dormitory, Emperor Feng Jian looked at the wall stupidly, and was a stunning woman.

Emperor Feng Jian's heart ached, tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes, and he said bitterly, "Concubine Chen, don't blame me, I just don't want to share you with others, even if I die, I won't let him see you completely."

The cold wind blew the windows of the palace, and Emperor Feng Jian put his cheek against the woman on the picture scroll in a foolish manner.

Yuan Xin'er slowly woke up from the pain, isn't she dead yet? When I opened my eyes, I found that there were many corpses around me, and it was pitch black all around, and there was a wolf howl.

"Wolves!" Yuan Xin'er instantly cheered up.

As he got used to the darkness, she could see a few green rays of greed in the grass not far away, as she expected.

Yuan Xin'er felt a little desperate.

In the grass, there was a gust of yin wind, and there were still several corpses lying on the ground, revealing white bones and incomplete muscles, which looked like the beast had not finished eating.

Yuan Xin'er couldn't help laughing, it seemed that she was obviously a delicacy in the eyes of the wolves.

Suddenly, her smile stiffened at the corner of her mouth, and she seemed to suddenly think of something, and sure enough, the bodies of her parents were lying not far away.

The corpse had a terrible stench and had begun to decompose, and its skin was covered with maggots and obvious white bones.