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Only then did Su Kui know that this was the case.

With Meng Zhi'an's skills, ordinary people can't help him at all, so there is only one possibility left, assassinating him is premeditated.

At that moment, Su Kui decided to take a look for himself.

Meng Zhi'an is not the male protagonist, and the content in the world plot is only a few strokes, that is, Chi Zhan's ex-fiancé. Therefore, he does not have the so-called aura of male and female protagonists, and when he encounters danger, he will really die.

Seventeen learned that Su Kui was going to leave the palace, and he was so frightened that his heart was about to explode.

Out of the palace?!

If there is any problem with Su Kui, how can they be worthy of the master's cultivation?

However, under the good words of Seventeen, Su Kui insisted on going his own way and insisted on leaving the palace, and no one could control it.

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It's been another late night.

The general's mansion was shrouded in a layer of haze, and even the lights seemed to be covered with dust because of this.

There was a man lying quietly on the hospital bed, breathing weakly, and blood was constantly gushing out of his chest near his heart. The bandage was dyed red and white, and it looked shocking.

"Squeak-"

The door opened, and the eyes of the person on the bed moved under the closed eyelids, as if they were trying their best to open their eyes, but in the end, they couldn't.

Slowly walked in from outside the door a figure dressed in a black coat, with a hood on his head, and his whole body wrapped in black, so that people could not see their appearance. But it can be vaguely distinguished from the slender figure, and it is a woman.

Seventeen still didn't twist Su Kui in the end, in fact, she couldn't influence any of her decisions at all.

Now, Seventeen seems to understand something, but he doesn't.

"Master, the slave is waiting for you outside." Seventeen whispered.

Under the hood, Su Kui bowed slightly, and the door closed gently behind her.

So, in the room, only Meng Zhi'an, who was seriously injured on the bed, and Su Kui, who was standing at the door, were left.

Taking off her hood, she slowly glanced around the room, the bedroom was simply decorated, the most ordinary decoration, and it was not at all obvious that it was a place where a general lived. And the only thing that can see her identity is the long knives, swords, and daggers of different shapes hanging on the wall.

After reading these, it only takes a few breaths.

Retract your gaze and finally settle your gaze on the man on the bed.

Meng Zhi'an's brain has actually been in a half-asleep state, sometimes awake, sometimes chaotic. Most of the time, he was still in a coma, and the time of coma gradually increased as his body deteriorated.

Until now, there has been very little time to be sober.

Even in the general's mansion, he was already secretly preparing for the future. Even if you are unwilling, what is the use?

No one would have thought that a man who went to the battlefield at the age of sixteen to kill the enemy, with one enemy and one hundred, and was called the god of war by the people, would be assassinated so easily, and the final outcome would be so simple.

In the hearts of more people, even if the god of war Meng Zhi'an dies, he must die on the battlefield.

Instead of being like a terminally ill old man, on the bed in the general's mansion, lingering for breath, hanging on to his last breath, refusing to swallow.

How unwilling he was, Su Kui could see it.

Her eyes flashed, and she slowly approached.

In the dream, Meng Zhi'an seemed to smell the faint smell of tea, which was the smell that kept lingering in his heart when he dreamed back at midnight, which was extremely familiar.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, in a huge net, Meng Zhi'an struggled desperately, trying to escape this nightmare, open his eyes, go to see her, and carve her mold into his mind.

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