Bright red blood stained her dress.

Embarrassed, but also heroic.

"Kill me!"

Jiang Zebei's roar was as sad as a dragon.

Hundreds of thousands of armies fought together.

He was like a hellish Shura, breaking out of the encirclement.

A silver spear in his hand killed countless enemies.

He was red-eyed, and finally killed the downstairs of the Turkic city.

The woman who fell under the city wall and fell beyond recognition met his eyes.

Looking at Chen Mengtian covered in blood, his eyes no longer had the slightest brilliance.

Dismounted, walked over to the corpse, and carefully held it in his arms.

He said, "I'll take you home." ”

In this battle, the Western Liang Kingdom was victorious, and the Turks were wiped out.

This is a war to destroy the country.

From then on, there were no more Turks.

Jiang Zebei, who returned to the capital, got married.

He recaptured Chen Mengtian's mutilated body and gave her a name.

A name that should have belonged to her a long time ago.

She is his only wife, his wife, Mrs. Wu'anhou.

If he could, he wanted to give her the most noble status, but no matter how noble the status was, he couldn't get her life back.

The day of the wedding is also the time of the funeral.

Jiang Zebei stood in front of Chen Mengtian's mourning hall.

He said that he obviously felt that she was his, but she married someone else, and he obviously took someone back, and noticed that she had some feelings for him, but there seemed to be a boundary between them that could not be crossed.

He was unwilling that she didn't belong to him, obviously she was his, from the moment she stepped into the door of the Jiang family, she only belonged to him,

If he knew how to be strong when he was young, not so hesitant, and not indecisive, he and she would not be in the current situation.

He said that if ...... If he did it again, he would definitely possess her strongly.

Hold everything you want firmly in your hands, and never let go of the regrets in your heart.

Chen Mengtian is the biggest regret in his heart.

Shortly after Chen Mengtian's death, Jiang Zebei also died.

He was assassinated by the remnants of the Turks.

Before he died, Jiang Zebei held the handkerchief embroidered by Chen Mengtian for him, with a regretful smile on the corner of his mouth.

A generation of heroes, the most noble man in the Xiliang Kingdom, has fallen.

With deep regret.

Chen Mengtian looked at Jiang Zebei's corpse, unable to breathe in pain.

She saw him come to his current status with her own eyes, felt his complicated feelings for Chen Mengtian, and felt his cold and lonely heart.

I wanted to shed tears, but there were no tears on my face.

She was nothing more than an ethereal consciousness, watching in pain as it all happened, powerless to stop it.

The moment Jiang Zebei died, her feelings could no longer be restrained, and they all exploded.

She wants to scream, but she can't make a sound, she seems to be the forgotten person in this world.

No one knew of her existence.

"You're here."

A weak voice rang out.

Chen Mengtian looked at the voice in despair, and saw a face that was exactly the same as her not far away.

"Is that you?"

The gentle face, with a deep scar on the face, is the original Chen Mengtian.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Chen Mengtian, who had a scar on her face, smiled.

She said, "You are me, I am you, we are the same person." ”

Chen Mengtian had heard these words when he was in Qinglian Space.

She asked expressionlessly, "So what?" ”

Chen Mengtian looked at it, Chen Mengtian with a scar in front of him, his eyes were full of displeasure.

She didn't like this woman, her indecisiveness, and her ignorant behavior not only harmed herself, but also Jiang Zebei.

But she took pity on this infatuated woman.