Nan Jingpei doesn't come to the Lost Pavilion all year round, and it is no coincidence that he suddenly appeared. Presumably there was his eyeliner in the palace, and if so, then he must have known that the assassin was King Xin.

His hand slowly uncorked the bottle and brought the gourd bottle near his nose. She raised her head in panic and knocked down Nan Jingpei's hand, and the gourd bottle fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. White smoke suddenly rose from the blue brick floor, and there was a painful squeak.

She looked in amazement at the blue brick floor, where the corroded place was bubbling black bubbles, leaving a black mark.

He was stunned for a while, and said tremblingly: "I thought that Yinglin would find you some new tricks, but it turned out that I still wanted to die." ”

"No, it's not ......," she was speechless for a moment.

"And what is this!?" Nan Jingpei suddenly became angry and pulled her wrist. His blood-red eyes grew thick, like tears rolling in his eyes, and he was so mad with hatred that his hands were so strong that they almost crushed her bones. He knew that Nan Yinglin had been committed to killing him all these years, but he didn't expect that Shen Yun would really help Nan Yinglin harm him together.

"What I said to you was in vain, everything I did for you was also in vain, Shen Yunzhen, what do you want me to do?"

He suddenly pushed Shen Yunzhen away, pulled out a long sword from his waist, and slammed it at her feet. The slender blade was long enough to pierce a man's chest, and the sun shone on the blade, shimmering with a chilling sheen. Like the armor worn by the general, with a terrifying murderous aura.

"If you want to avenge the destruction of the door, then you come! Grab your sword and stick it in here! He pointed to his heart, and although he tried his best to hold back, the tears seemed to be unstoppable, sliding down his cheeks.

She couldn't help but shudder, the noonday sun almost pierced her eyes, and the tears and light and shadow were like a bowl of broken jade. She couldn't see him clearly, even when he was close.

Nan Jingpei's voice lingered in her ears, she clenched her sleeves tightly, she couldn't breathe, and her heart was already sad and shrunk into a ball. She felt cold tears slowly running down her cheeks, and she couldn't speak, just choked up when she spoke.

It was the perfect time to assassinate him, but she was hell-bent on escaping. He approached step by step, and she retreated step by step.

She didn't know how to explain it, maybe Nan Jingpei was angry and would never believe her again.

"I didn't ......"

"Nothing?" Sure enough, he barely allowed anyone to speak: "Didn't have time to start? ”

He must have been so angry that he deliberately stabbed her heart. Shen Yunzhen stared at him, she wanted to tell him that she rejected King Xin, and she would not hurt him. But a thousand words came to his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

He was stunned, and let out a long sigh: "It's me who is confused, you and I are a deep feud in the sea of blood, how can such a grievance be resolved?" Even if I cut off half of the country and give it to you, you still hate me. for I have destroyed your nine tribes, and have imprisoned you in the palace. It was I who exiled your father to Beihan, and sent someone to create an avalanche to assassinate him! That's what you think in your heart, right? ”

Her eyes were tingling, and she thought it was because her tears had been dried by the wind. The fists were clenched tightly, and the bones were sore and painful.

Nan Jingpei laughed bitterly at herself for a while, and nodded Shen Yunzhen with her hand: "I tell you, what you think is right, I did it, everything was done by me!" ”

Her heart hurts sharply, she is completely messed up, these few months of getting along day and night, Nan Jingpei's Qianyi Baishun and Wise Shenwu have worn out her will to revenge, and she almost doubts the truth of the extermination. But he gave her a fatal blow at this time, maybe the tenderness and sweetness of these months was just a scene he played in front of him, and he wanted her to completely fall into his love and lose her fighting spirit forever.

And he did, and it was close to perfection.

His acting skills are so good, so good that it's hard to distinguish between real and fake.

She smiled bitterly, she was too naïve, and she really hung for him. What kind of person is Nan Jingpei, if he is not completely sure, how can he easily declare war on the Xiao family? She was stupid enough to think that he was really disturbed by herself!

He may have wanted to move the Xiao family a long time ago, but he just took the opportunity to win his heart and achieve his goal of being slightly beautiful. Now that he has no interest, or completely destroys her, he tells the truth and disregards her feelings at all.

"Crazy, you're crazy!" She shouted at him hysterically.

"Yes, I'm crazy, I'm driven crazy by you!" He grabbed Shen Yunzhen's arm and shook it heavily.

The sudden shaking made her thoughts suddenly stir, she stared at Nan Jingpei's dark brown eyes, her heart beat wildly, and half of the blood on her body was cold. From these eyes, she saw the ambition of the conqueror.

He suddenly put his arm around her waist and lifted her leg with his other hand. She struggled to open it, but he suddenly kicked open a lattice door of the Lost Pavilion Academy.

This is the main hall of the school palace, in which the colorful portraits of Confucius are pasted, and the smell of sandalwood is suspended in the air, and the feeling of oppression comes to the face.

He rested her heavily on a yellow pear table. Put your legs against her knees and don't let her move.

"What for?" She could barely hear herself.

He didn't answer, but his hands quickly ripped off her silk and the belt of her clothes.

He was extremely irritable and spared no money. There were two strings of glass beads hanging from the silk silk around her waist, which were suddenly torn off by him, and the large and small beads crackled and rolled down everywhere. The sound of silk tearing pierced her eardrums, and she dodged left and right, but he fell down.

This table is extremely wide, not a few inches smaller than the bed in the dormitory, and it is a teaching table used by the Taifu and young masters to teach in the past. He threw himself at her, kissing her hard, spreading wide, not sparing an inch of skin.

She tried her best to resist, but after all, she was not as strong as his, and she knew that she had fallen into it, and she could not extricate herself.

She shouted in a panic, and led Donglai to come closer to check, and when Dongdong saw that the emperor was in the palace, he hung his head and quietly closed the door of the palace.

The room darkened suddenly, and her eyes were glazed and she could barely see the objects in the temple. The huge Confucius painting on the wall is brightly colored, the brushwork is slender, and the graceful lines gradually gather together and turn into a blurred mass.

His rapid gasps were in her ears, a little closer, a little farther away, and the beads of his sweat fell on her face, cold as raindrops.

His fingers grabbed her jade-like arm, pinching it red, leaving deep marks one after another.

The air was cold, but his breath was hot, and his whole body was hot. She felt like the ice crystals that had condensed on the branches and leaves in early spring, gradually melting in the sunlight.

Cold sweat oozed from her forehead, mixed with tears flowing into her sideburns, and disappeared.

She felt a tearing pain, burrowing into her bones, and then turning into a sore pain that spread throughout her body, invading every part of her texture.