The short sword on his waist flashed with cold light, and in the shadow of the moon, the group moved forward slowly, like a silent ghost.

He held a heart-knotted sword spike in his hand, and the dark red silk threads were intertwined, making it cool to the touch.

He asked her for the sword spike, and although she was unwilling, she finally compromised for a bowl of hawthorn and red date soup.

I heard Red Sleeves say that she is pregnant, and her appetite has not been very good, maybe because of the concern in prison.

But when she learned that Su Yanqing had left safely, and he also imitated his handwriting to write letters, she was much more obedient, except that she often had some inexplicable obsessions about some strange food, and they formed a tacit understanding between them that there was no gunpowder smoke but some alienation.

Thinking of this, his eyebrows also became gentle, and the sword spike in his hand wrapped around his fingertips, caressing it gently.

Intentional contact and deliberate arrangement, all because he wants to be a good husband and father. Whether it is her or the unborn child, it is the softest memory in my heart.

Even if he lost some memories that he could no longer know, it did not prevent the emotions rooted in his heart from spreading to his blood little by little over time.

"Lord, the Hell's guards have doubled......" The dead man who followed him lowered his voice, his face hidden behind a black veil, leaving only an emotionless but fiercely loyal pair of eyes.

Beiyu Jinchen raised his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, those guards were the high-ranking forbidden army in the palace.

Mingming Prison is under his jurisdiction, but the capital has sent these people without saying a word.

It seems that he is still careless, maybe that person has never really let down his guard.

With a cool smile on his lips, he squinted slightly, and the light in the distance was reflected in the color of his pupils, flickering and dimming.

"This king opens the way." His voice was like the cold water of a winter night, dripping on the ice.

The sound of killing, blood, and soldiers meeting each other should be accompanied by a slight cool breeze.

More than twice as much, seven times more to be exact.

There were no prisoners in the prison, and the Praetorian Army seemed to be waiting for them to throw themselves into the net.

He placed the sword spike in the nearest position to the centrifugal opening of his shirt, for fear that the blood from the outside world would stain it.

Dead soldiers, that is, dead wars. But the dark passages and traps that Heavenly Hell had readjusted still made the seven of them retreat.

The forbidden army was very organized, separated them with an encirclement, and then retreated one by one.

Every move was ruthless and decisive, and the stump and the muffled snort of the dead man's pain were intertwined.

Even if he was covered in bruises, he held on, and he promised her to bring Xin Li back.

The remaining dead men helped him resist the fierce sword force, and he broke through the encirclement and fought all the way to the top.

I can't remember how many kills he had killed until he stood at the gate of the prison where Xin Li was being held.

Just as he was about to split the chains, several people who were also dressed in night clothes suddenly rushed out from behind, and the silver light flashed and slashed at their backs. He turned sideways to dodge, but his left forearm was hit hard, and blood gushed out.

As far as he could see, only three of the seven dead were still fighting to the death.

Due to the gradual loss of blood, his left hand barely had any strength, and the man in black who suddenly appeared had a strange fragrance on his body, more like a long-tempered killer.

The dead were surrounded by his life.

He leaned his back against the prison door, and a slightly hoarse juvenile voice suddenly sounded behind him. "Is that you?"

He turned around and saw Xin Li across the door.

The white prison clothes were scratched by the whiplash, and the immature young man's face had a courage and composure that did not match his age.

In fact, this is the first time Beiyu Jinchen has seen Xin Li.

From the extermination of the Night Pavilion to the subsequent imprisonment, he did not handle it himself, but left it to others.

"I know you, did Sister ask you to save me?" He didn't show a hint of anticipation or joy, just a voice with eagerness. "You can't save me, someone has already deployed it and waited for you to throw yourself into the net! Take Sister out of here, this is what you owe her, don't hurt her again. She has no relatives, the only one she can rely on is you, I know you are our enemy, but I don't want Sister A to live in hatred forever. ”

After he finished this paragraph, the three dead men lost one more.

Beiyu Jinchen knew that he couldn't speak, and if he did, his voice would be recognized.

The only strength of his right hand slammed into the prison door again, and he also risked his life to go out to fulfill his oath to Su Jin.

As soon as the sword went down, the prison door was not opened, and black blood was already flowing from between Xin Li's lips and nose.

Xin Li had already been forced to take poison, just waiting to fall into the trap obediently.

"Let's go, only you can protect Sister A. If you are not there, she will surely die. ”

A word woke him up that if he died here, the ultimate goal of the people who deployed all this should be her.

He fought against the men in black, these people were not from the palace, and he felt something familiar but couldn't remember for a while.

Not only do they know how to fight, but even their internal skills are incomparable to ordinary people.

Although there were dead soldiers to protect him, he was outnumbered after all, and he received a slap in the heart.

The smell of blood spread from the bottom of his heart to his throat, and then overflowed his lips and teeth, and he took out the sword spike with a trembling hand, and only relieved his heart after confirming that it was not damaged.

However, he forgot that he had used his heart and blood as a medicine, and the four meridians and veins were all damaged by Gu worms.

This outpouring of blood made him no longer have the strength to stand up, his eyes were dark, he could not hear anything, he could not see anything.

In the silence, a cold and desperate voice appeared in my ears.

"Jinchen, I beg you, wake up......"

"Doctor, please, you can do whatever I want, save him!"

The darkness in front of him became blurred, and he seemed to see Su Jin, setting off fireworks in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, and he covered her ears behind her, his eyes full of small tenderness.

Those memories, interspersed with emergent and vague, the voices he heard, the scenes he saw. He suddenly remembered that he had fallen off the cliff with her, and she desperately cried for help, and those words were all repeated in his ears.

His memory went back to a few days before the killing in the Dark Night Pavilion, the letter handed over to Lin Bai was fake, he didn't trust Lin Bai, so he wrote down to let Su Jin leave, and the battlefield would meet in a year.

He knew that when she saw the letter, she would come to him to ask for clarification, so that he could really test whether Lin Bai was loyal or not.

The real letter, he handed it over to the Qingzhu Sage, and the letter was to let Su Jin wait for him for a year, and he would take her back into hiding after he took care of everything.

What he hated most was not Liangxi, but his father.

It is the father who regards his mother as a tool, the father who treats him as a mustard, and the mother who died for the Northern Yan River.

His mother died in Liangxi, and he also hated Liangxi, so he approached the Dark Night Pavilion, the purpose of which was to let them compete with the sandpiper in the court, and he enjoyed the benefits of the fisherman.

All this, until Su Jin let go of grievances and wanted to retreat with him, he began to patiently trace the cause and effect of Beiyan and Liangxi, and he knew that those who insulted his mother were not from Liangxi, and his father sent Liangxi to make fine works, in order to launch a campaign in the name of this and dominate the country.

So he wanted to destroy Beiyan and let all the royal family and courtiers bury his mother with him.

Of course, no one knew his purpose, the courtiers who helped him, but they thought that he wanted a high throne, even if it was Su Rong, they just thought that he was watching the thousands of miles of rivers and thrones.

He needs a year, and if he fails, he will quietly leave a part of the Cold Sun Dead to follow Su Jin for the rest of his life, replacing him to protect her.

He planned everything, but he didn't expect Qingzhu's betrayal.

The black fog in front of him dispersed, and he was still surrounded by heavy surrounds, still unable to leave the Heavenly Hell.

The last dead man handed him the knife in his hand, and all his anger and reason vanished.

His guilt, everything he had missed, was in the midst of flesh and blood.

He didn't remember how he escaped from Hell, he only remembered that he didn't make it back to the other garden, he didn't tell her that he had wanted to take his life to protect her.