Jun Wuxue's breath blinked weakly.

But the boy would use the blood-dripping sword to pierce her in the abdomen.

Her vision began to blur.

But the dusty voice of the night still lingered clearly in his ears.

"My goal is not only to kill her, but also to kill you, and kill all the people with the surname Jun."

Jun Wuxue's pupils gradually dilated, and her frowning brows and trembling eyelashes revealed her incomprehension.

The curvature of the corners of the young man's lips gradually narrowed, and the cold light in his dark eyes was terrifying, "Looking at your confused expression, I might as well give you some hints." ”

He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "My mother is the first female general of Great Xia, Night Spirit Wind." ”

Hearing this, Jun Wuxue's mouth opened, as if she wanted to say something, but because her throat was cut by the sword, she could only hiss.

The boy sat on the ground, as if talking to himself, and talked alone.

"That's right, I'm here for revenge."

"When the name of the Chinese New Year's Eve Spirit Wind was known to everyone in Great Xia. But who would have thought that she would fight horses all her life, and in the end, she would not die on the battlefield, but on the guillotine!

I have thirty-one mouths of people of all ages at night, and I was beheaded all over the house!

It's all to blame for the mediocre empress, who listened to slander and detained my mother for the crime of attempting rebellion, which killed many innocent people!

If it weren't for the fact that my mother had already realized that something was wrong and sent me away in advance, I wouldn't have lived to this day and sent you to hell with my own hands!

It's been ten years. Every day for the past ten years, I've been thinking about how to kill the enemy who killed my family.

I try my best to make myself stronger, I can be independent, I can strategize, I can hide all my emotions in my heart, and I can do it quietly.

But when I was about to get everything ready.

But he heard the news of the death of the first emperor.

She is dead, and the debt she owes will be paid by you.

I want her descendants to kill each other, fight hard for this throne, and finally lose both, and the country changes hands! ”

Without his previous noble and elegant posture, Ye Yinchen sat on the ground, with blood stains on his clothes and side face, and he didn't care.

His gaze fell through the half-open window into the rainy night outside, drifting far, far away.

On his side, the dazzling blood stains spread all over the ground, and Jun Wuxue maintained the posture of keeping his eyes open for a long time, obviously out of breath.

The boy seemed to be unaware of it, his arms wrapped around his bent knees, and his head rested lightly on them, like an insecure child.

The night breeze blew, and the candlelight jumped with it, stretching the shadows very long.

Next to his shadow stood another shadow.

"So, you first pretended to cooperate with Jun Wuxue, wanting to use her and let me die on the battlefield so that I could pay tribute to your mother's soul. After I die, you will get rid of Jun Wuxue again, and Great Xia will be destroyed in our hands, and the emperor's surname will no longer be Jun. In this way, you can be regarded as revenge. Am I right? ”

An elegant and pleasant voice came from the doorway.

The young man's body thumped, and then slowly, slowly turned his head.

The girl's eyes were like a pool of clear water, black and translucent.

But when he looked at him, he was calm and peaceful.

With seven points of alienation, three points of disappointment.

She lifted her legs, took a step, and walked towards him.

In the dark pupils of the night sound, her appearance was reflected, and her expression gradually recovered, and then the helplessness and panic filled the whole pair of eyes......

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Still in the yard still in the yard, wait a while