The moonlight was cold, and the silver-white light sprinkled on the vast land, and the cold air surged on all sides as if it had been soaked in autumn water.

remembered that when he personally led a heavy army to challenge the Apocalypse Array, although the Apocalypse Array was prepared for attack and defense, it was not agile enough...... There are many phantoms, where is the war king Gongyi without a shadow?!

Shangguan Yuchen thought for a moment, and his brain was instantly clear - in the battle of the Apocalypse Array, Gongyi Wuying was not in Mozhou at all, but was stranded in Yun'an Prison.

With a "bang", the teacup shattered.

Letting go of his hand, the shards slid down from his fingers and landed on the floor between the tables, blood stains on the white porcelain blue lines.

Holding on to the table and standing up, he struggled to stabilize himself, and the palpitating eyes on the battlefield outside Yun'an City seemed to resurface.

The thin silver color covered her face, and only a pair of eyes like hellish Shura could be seen, and there was ruthlessness and murder in her eyes.

The sound of hand-to-hand combat continued to echo around, and a cold breath lingered around the two of them.

The two armies fought each other for a long time.

The cold sword pierced through the black armor and pierced her body, and the bright red liquid suddenly gushed out, dripping down the blade, staining the ground red and gray.

Time seems to freeze for a moment, the sun is still so bright, but the silver surface is extremely cold.

Under the mask, a wisp of mockery gradually appeared in the dark eyes, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked a smile, and the smile was extremely sarcastic.

Raising his hand to hold the blade of the sword, the palm of his hand was bleeding like a torrent of blood.

She gritted her teeth and drew her sword little by little, but her weak voice seemed to come from purgatory: "You are not worthy of Feng Ning's sincerity." ”

……

At this moment, a bone-chilling chill seemed to rush out of the limbs, and the mockery was like a sharp ice blade, slashing at his heart so hard that he almost fainted in pain, and the sky and the earth were cracking, and his peerless face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Why is this the case? Why?

Only then did I realize how much you should hate me, and you left everything for me to return, bent on resolving injuries and contradictions, even at the cost of ...... As a result, I took the opportunity to pick up the Apocalypse Array that had guarded the Liulan border for a hundred years, at that time, how much responsibility should you bear?

But at that time, the heavy troops entered the battle, but there were also reasons why the situation forced you, you did not hesitate to fight me to the death, so hate, so hate, you didn't even ask a question, and you didn't even want to give me a chance to defend yourself...... A scene on the Qianzhang Cliff, did you witness it with your own eyes?

The five fingers were clenched, and the wound stinged, but what pain could be compared to the heartache of remorse at this time?

No shadow, no willow blue!

No wonder I haven't been able to find any news related to Feng Ning, there is no such person as Feng Ning in this world!

……

What should I do? Once you find the Blood Spirit Grass, I'm afraid your mother will give you a memory, such a deep hatred, can you forgive me again?

Feng Ning, no, no, no, it's a public ceremony.

No shadow, how should I face you?

No shadow, sorry.

I'm sorry......

……

The night grew deeper and darker, the fire grew weaker and weaker, and at last the last light was burned out, and the darkness swept over in an instant, giving rise to a sense of desperate fear.

A fishy sweet smell seemed to fill his throat, and he staggered back to his room, where he sat down on his bed in despair, blankly waiting for a ray of dawn to pierce the cold night.

I wanted to try to find the clues of Feng Ning from Gongyi Wuying, but every time the people who were sent to Liulan were close to the war king, there were still very few survivors, and most of them had no news, and they were also cronies who had followed him for many years, so how could he continue to send people to Liulan without any scruples?

has long been ordered to act cautiously, if there is an obstacle to self-preservation, but he still can't escape the keenness of the public ceremony, and now he understands that through the war king Cha Fengning, how can he not be exposed?

The moonlight was cold, and the silver-white light sprinkled on the vast land, and the cold air surged on all sides as if it had been soaked in autumn water.

remembered that when he personally led a heavy army to challenge the Apocalypse Array, although the Apocalypse Array was prepared for attack and defense, it was not agile enough...... There are many phantoms, where is the war king Gongyi without a shadow?!

Shangguan Yuchen thought for a moment, and his brain was instantly clear - in the battle of the Apocalypse Array, Gongyi Wuying was not in Mozhou at all, but was stranded in Yun'an Prison.

With a "bang", the teacup shattered.

Letting go of his hand, the shards slid down from his fingers and landed on the floor between the tables, blood stains on the white porcelain blue lines.

Holding on to the table and standing up, he struggled to stabilize himself, and the palpitating eyes on the battlefield outside Yun'an City seemed to resurface.

The thin silver color covered her face, and only a pair of eyes like hellish Shura could be seen, and there was ruthlessness and murder in her eyes.

The sound of hand-to-hand combat continued to echo around, and a cold breath lingered around the two of them.

The two armies fought each other for a long time.

The cold sword pierced through the black armor and pierced her body, and the bright red liquid suddenly gushed out, dripping down the blade, staining the ground red and gray.

Time seems to freeze for a moment, the sun is still so bright, but the silver surface is extremely cold.

Under the mask, a wisp of mockery gradually appeared in the dark eyes, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked a smile, and the smile was extremely sarcastic.

Raising his hand to hold the blade of the sword, the palm of his hand was bleeding like a torrent of blood.

She gritted her teeth and drew her sword little by little, but her weak voice seemed to come from purgatory: "You are not worthy of Feng Ning's sincerity." ”

……

At this moment, a bone-chilling chill seemed to rush out of the limbs, and the mockery was like a sharp ice blade, slashing at his heart so hard that he almost fainted in pain, and the sky and the earth were cracking, and his peerless face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Why is this the case? Why?

Only then did I realize how much you should hate me, and you left everything for me to return, bent on resolving injuries and contradictions, even at the cost of ...... As a result, I took the opportunity to pick up the Apocalypse Array that had guarded the Liulan border for a hundred years, at that time, how much responsibility should you bear?

But at that time, the heavy troops entered the battle, but there were also reasons why the situation forced you, you did not hesitate to fight me to the death, so hate, so hate, you didn't even ask a question, and you didn't even want to give me a chance to defend yourself...... A scene on the Qianzhang Cliff, did you witness it with your own eyes?

The five fingers were clenched, and the wound stinged, but what pain could be compared to the heartache of remorse at this time?

No shadow, no willow blue!

No wonder I haven't been able to find any news related to Feng Ning, there is no such person as Feng Ning in this world!

……

What should I do? Once you find the Blood Spirit Grass, I'm afraid your mother will give you a memory, such a deep hatred, can you forgive me again?

Feng Ning, no, no, no, it's a public ceremony.

No shadow, how should I face you?

No shadow, sorry.

I'm sorry......

……

The night grew deeper and darker, the fire grew weaker and weaker, and at last the last light was burned out, and the darkness swept over in an instant, giving rise to a sense of desperate fear.

A fishy sweet smell seemed to fill his throat, and he staggered back to his room, where he sat down on his bed in despair, blankly waiting for a ray of dawn to pierce the cold night.

I wanted to try to find the clues of Feng Ning from Gongyi Wuying, but every time the people who were sent to Liulan were close to the war king, there were still very few survivors, and most of them had no news, and they were also cronies who had followed him for many years, so how could he continue to send people to Liulan without any scruples?

has long been ordered to act cautiously, if there is an obstacle to self-preservation, but he still can't escape the keenness of the public ceremony, and now he understands that through the war king Cha Fengning, how can he not be exposed?