Luan Lu also often likes to look down on others, but she has never been able to make Han shiver.

Senior Sister is completely different.

Assorted fell limply into his arms, his face bloodless. The blade also cut open her lungs, and she coughed up the blood, saying, "Han...... Hide Xiao Wuhua for me...... I said, I'...... Went on a long journey...... Let him...... Don't wait for me to ......"

Breathed?

At this moment, there was only astonishment, no anger.

He suddenly couldn't understand it, he just felt that it was all ridiculous.

"Why? Why are you sending people to attack us? He didn't understand, so he looked up and asked Wangqiu, "You are my concubine, and you can only eat and drink with me." Even if you can charm everyone, the dynasty will not be able to eradicate and operate, you will just sit back and eat and then be overthrown by the more powerful. Why are you doing this to us? ”

"I just said that." Wangqiu shook his head, "If it's Zichuan's people, then it's not my people." ”

She is still denying it, saying she did not organize the assassination.

"Be careful! Hmm......" Luan Lu suddenly rushed over and hugged Han from behind.

I just felt a violent impact.

Han heard Luan Lu behind him scream in pain, and felt a strong smell of blood coming from behind him.

"Luanlu?!"

Han turned around and saw Luan Lu on her knees with a smile on her face.

The assassin slashed her in the back with an axe, thick blood pouring from the wound and soaking through her clothes.

Luan smiled sadly at the eldest princess, and stretched out her hand to hold him: "Han, I am willing to die for you...... Can you, before I die, say you love me? ”

“……”

Han stood in place, put down Assorted corpse, and then helped Luan Luan, whose breath was gradually fainting, and laid her flat on the ground.

"Huh." Wangqiu stood on the side of the street with his hands on his chest.

Cloudy.

Where she stood, there didn't seem to be a glimmer of sunlight.

It's foggy.

Han took a deep breath and looked at the sky, feeling the wind blowing from not far away. He still had the long sword he had snatched from the enemy on the ground, and turned to look at Wangqiu, "What do you want?" ”

Wangqiu smiled: "Surrender to me." As long as you kneel now, it's still too late. ”

Han: "I've knelt on your knees many times. ”

Wangqiu took a step forward and walked up to him: "I want you to surrender to me, starting with the soul, surrender to me." ”

Han lowered his eyes: "You are delusional." ”

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and stepped on the hilt of his sword on the ground. The long sword was stepped on by him, and the tip of the sword stood up and bounced into the air.

In this short time, Han greeted him and aimed the tip of his sword at his chest.

Pain, severe pain, as if to die.

Death before you can be born again.

His vision gradually darkened, and he felt the expression on Wangqiu's face with the only remaining sense.

It was a mixture of extreme disappointment, surprise and admiration.

Close your eyes and the whole world is dark.

There was a roar like a terrible ghost in my ears, as if engraved in my head.

After some time, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Smack."

The scroll in his hand fell to the ground, just near the depression in the floor of the carriage. It looked like something sharp had pierced it.

Luan Lu was painting Kodan on her fingernails, she rarely did it herself, and the carriage was very bumpy, and she accidentally painted her hands all over her hands, like blood-soaked hands.

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