Blood flowed down the hilt, dripping across the snow.

He looked at Zhao Chen, suddenly smiled, and the tails of his upturned eyes gave birth to gentleness, "You really don't want to kill me?" ”

Zhao Chen trembled in pain, but where the cold iron blade pierced, it strangely began to beat faintly, much like a heartbeat, and the murderous intent of the riot was temporarily blocked at the edge of the wound.

"You can't get out if you don't kill me." He said, "If you can't stop killing thoughts, you can't get back to your senses, you can't get out." ”

His cold fingertips caressed her eyelashes, looking at her blood-stained eyes, which were unabated and ferocious, like trapped beasts, revealing disorientation and a desire to kill.

Zhao Chen roared unconsciously, holding the handle of the blade and stirring it hard, the blood dripping into a thread, melting the snow under her feet.

"It's useless, you can't kill yourself, you're drinking to quench your thirst."

He said this but didn't stop her, quietly watching her stir the wound vigorously to soothe the killing thoughts whenever she couldn't help it, and stared straight at the vital point of his throat.

The snow field seemed to be day and night, and the two people stood facing each other for a long time, and a large area of blood red spread under their feet.

He laughed, "How long do you have to do it?" If you don't save yourself, how long can you keep me? There's someone waiting for you out there, like the guy who sealed me up here. ”

"And your enemies, your relatives and friends," he leaned closer, "the living, the dead, all waiting for you." ”

Zhao Chen's throat moved slightly, and before she could make a sound, the killing intent swooped down again, menacing, making her stumble and pull out the cold iron blade uncontrollably.

Seeing that the blade was slowly being pulled out, it might be stabbed into his neck the next moment.

Zhao Chen suddenly pushed him hard, showing a fierce look, as if trying to expel him, but the latter stayed in place, no matter how she pushed and shoved indiscriminately.

It wasn't until the moment she pulled out the cold iron blade that he made a gesture on his fingers.

The snowfield collapsed, and the surroundings changed suddenly, and the place where they stood under their feet instantly turned into a cliff.

"Well... Where do I go now? He stepped back, paused on the edge of the cliff, tilted his head and smiled, "Here?" ”

Zhao Chen's heart jumped suddenly, and when he missed a kick, he subconsciously moved, nailed the cold iron blade to the edge of the cliff with one hand, and grabbed his arm with the other, almost pinning it into the flesh.

He hung on the cliff, looked up and asked with a smile: "You don't recognize me, what else can you do to save me?" ”

Zhao Chen's eyes alternated between sober and lost, as if he had been torn in half, half of his body had been dragged off the cliff, but his hand was still firmly bound to him like iron tongs.

"Meng, Yong, Meng Yong—"

Zhao Chen's throat seemed to be rusty, and not a word was clear, but he still laughed out loud and said, "Wrong." ”

"Meng Yong..."Zhao Chen turned a deaf ear, dragging him hard while chattering.

He said quietly: "If you don't let go, you're going to be dragged down by me." ”

Zhao Chen still didn't react, not only did he grasp it tighter, but he also let go of the cold iron blade, hooked it with his feet, and stretched out both hands, and the snow was mixed with blood, and it kept falling on his face.

"Since you have to save me," he suddenly reached out and hooked her on the back of the neck, "then let's go together!" ”

The violent weightlessness of the sharp fall from a height, the extremely familiar cold embrace, and the bizarre pictures -

………

Zhao Chen opened his eyes suddenly, and was stimulated by the strong light to close quickly.

Just one breath, all kinds of perceptions crowded.

The sound of wind and snow, the cold air, the sharp pain all over the body, the burning sensation between breaths, the whole person shaking...

Snow... It should still be trapped in the killing thoughts.

However, as soon as Zhao Chen had this thought, she suddenly found that something was wrong, the killing intent that had tormented her for an unknown amount of time, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, disappeared-

"Eji, this person seems to have opened his eyes just now, isn't he dead?" The child's voice is very soft.

The woman rebuked in fear: "Shhh

Zhao Chen was stunned for a long time before he reacted, waited for a while, and opened his eyes slightly again.

It may have been too long since she saw the light, and her vision was so unclear that she could only see vague outlines, but she quickly determined that she was lying flat on a wooden frame bound by chains.

And the feeling of shaking that has been going on is someone walking around on the wooden frame where she is lying.

As for the surroundings... It is a towering snow-capped mountain.

Zhao Chen's fingers twisted imperceptibly, and he felt the temperature of the flesh before he was completely convinced that he had woken up.

A big dream, like a world away, almost made her think that half of her life had passed.

It's because of Meng Yong... No, is it because of the wisp of internal force that Meng Yong sealed in her heart? Then she is really fateful, if it weren't for that wisp of homologous internal force... But when was he...

After thinking about it so wildly, Zhao Chen began to think about what happened after using the secret method.

As soon as she thought about it, she felt a pain in her head, so she had to give up, the situation was unknown, and she couldn't move rashly, so these people carried her to the top of the mountain-

"Patriarch, the hour is coming, you can start now!" When they reached the top of the mountain, someone said respectfully.

After the continuous sound of moving, except for the four human flesh stakes carrying her, the people around seemed to kneel on the ground, and the old chant and prayer came faintly.

As soon as Zhao Chen heard this, his eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly.

It was a very old language of the grassland, except for the royal family's annual worship of the immortal sky, it was only used in mountain worship, plus the "holy mountain" she had heard before...

The Jiya tribe, the Saihan tribe, and the Wuenqi tribe, except for the dead people, are the tribes she remembers and still retain the mountain worship.

But if she hadn't dragged Meng Yong to come before, she must have been robbed by Cang Lie, how could she be brought to such a holy ceremony in these three clans.

Soon, the old patriarch mentioned her.

"Resurrected from decay, our clan has never broken the blood oath, the king has suffered misfortune, I hope that the holy mountain will have mercy on her and call her back, and the Saihan clan will always respect you..."

"..."So after that it will be-

Zhao Chen felt that his face must be dark.

The wooden frame was suddenly put on the ground, Zhao Chen's clothes were cut, the cold wind blew, and the sound of the blade entering the flesh just sounded, and the scorching blood kept falling on her abdomen.

"Look, the royal totem, it's really...", a whisper sounded around them.

On Zhao Chen's snow-white skin, the five scars had already scabbed, and where the blood spread, a large golden pattern appeared, and the branches of the trunk were layered on top of each other, it was a tree.

The Immortal Tree, the totem belonging to the Nalan clan, also symbolizes the care and protection of the Immortal Heaven.

"Wang," the old patriarch choked out, as if knocking on the ground.

Zhao Chen was a little helpless and a little sad, and he was about to make it clear to these people, and by the way, ask about the situation-

"Ahem..."The man coughed lightly, "Patriarch Saihan, do you see that the king is still in the evil spirit, or send him to the holy mountain as soon as possible, and the situation is better, how about you meet again?" ”

The old patriarch said: "Yes, yes, Mr. is right, and thank you Mr. for bringing the king back." ”

Zhao Chen's heart was terrified, this person who said that she was evil was not Cang Lie.

After she used the secret method, what happened, could it be that she had just left the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den?