The moment Song Yisheng saw the face of the order-bearer, his whole body was cold.

The desire to survive caused him to burst out with astonishing strength, and when he saw the half of the commander's face so delicate that the woman was ashamed of herself, he let go, and turned and ran as he threw the mask at the bearer.

But the bearer of the order did not hesitate to shout: "Catch him!" ”

The mechanism opened, and the gate of the entire courtyard slammed shut, Song Yisheng and the twenty elite armorers he brought were trapped inside, and the people of the Mozi Guild were also shocked to find many people who did not belong to them ambushed around.

These men rushed out and slaughtered everyone.

Although Song Yisheng is good at kung fu, he is insignificant in front of these people.

The holder of the order had already put on his mask, and at that glance, few people in the Mozi Guild recognized him.

The clouds and the moon are long.

The top brand of the city that never sleeps.

The confinement of the three princes.

Beneath that red-faced mask is a truly unforgettable and delicate face.

And at this moment, Yun Yuechang's expression under the mask was very funny.

He's funny.

Song Yisheng's self-made cleverness.

"You have all heard it, it was Song Juzi himself who admitted that he had colluded with the imperial court and came to exterminate us, so you can't blame me for not remembering the old feelings and getting rid of this unfilial son for the senior brother!" Yun Yue drank coldly, pulled out the big knife on the waist of the nearest person and walked towards Song Yisheng.

After a struggle, Song Yisheng was slashed by the group of black-clothed men with strong martial arts, and he had lost the strength to fight again.

He was bleeding profusely, crawling on the ground trying to get away from Yun Yuechang's blade.

Song Yisheng's mouth trembled, at this moment, death was really going to come to him, how could he not be afraid.

"It's you, how could it be you, it can't be yours."

Song Yisheng didn't believe it until he died, why would it be Yun Yuechang.

How can the holder of the order be Yun Yuechang!

He had never thought about this, because the people who held the order were people from his father's generation of Song Cheng and Mo Shuhan, and no matter how they counted the grades, they were already thirty or forty years old, and it was impossible for them to be less than twenty years old!

You know, what kind of deep hatred does Yun Yuechang and the three princes have with the Zheng family?

Not to mention how much humiliation Yun Yuechang has suffered over the years that the three princes have introduced Yun Yuechang to prison, and even his innocence has been ruined in the hands of the three princes, how could Yun Yuechang agree to cooperate with the three princes.

Let's just say that Yun Yuechang framed the three princes before, and the three princes would never agree to join forces after knowing that the holder of the Mozi Guild was Yun Yuechang!

These two people are like the emperor and Liu Yizhan have met, and they are destined to die endlessly, and there is no possibility of joining forces.

If Song Yisheng didn't have this ability to discriminate, how could he get to this point.

But that's just the way it is.

Under the mask of the commander is the face of Yun Yuechang!

This means that it is impossible for Yun Yuechang to agree to join forces with the three princes, and he, Song Yisheng, came here today to completely kill himself!

That's why he ran away frantically.

Pity.

The commander opened his pockets and waited for him to jump in, how could he let him go safely.

Eight stab wounds made blood flow out as if it didn't cost anything.

Song Yisheng felt a heart-piercing coldness in his body, and his unconscious hands and feet were getting colder and colder, and he didn't even need Yun Yue's long mending knife, as long as he struggled like this for a while, it was enough to lose too much blood and die.

"No...... Can't die...... I can't die......" Song Yisheng's consciousness began to drift away, but his movement of crawling towards the door miraculously continued.

"I haven't told her yet......

"I haven't told her about the ...... between us in person Misunderstanding......" Song Yisheng struggled and crawled, leaving a long blood mark.

Yun Yuechang smiled slyly like a prey, and cruelly stepped on the knife edge of Song Yisheng's calf.

Song Yisheng's expression was hideous, but he didn't even have the strength to exhale pain.

"Don't ...... Don't kill me......" Song Yisheng hugged Yun Yuechang's leg and begged, the blood condensed on his laughing vortex, no longer the pure sunshine of the past, but his voice was as stubborn as before: "I can't die yet, I can't die!" ”

Yun Yue squatted down and scraped Song Yisheng's beautiful face with a knife.

"Qing'anhou, Song Yisheng?"

"No, I'm not Qing'anhou, I'm your dog, as long as you are willing to spare my life, I am willing to be loyal to you from now on and be your dog," Song Yisheng stretched out his hand tremblingly, and he was already almost slurred, he could still hold the corner of Yun Yuechang's clothes: "Save me...... Save...... Help me......"

Yun Yuechang's face under the mask doesn't know what the expression is.

"I'm curious why you still want to live." He asked.

In his eyes, Song Yisheng is an arrogant person.

Song Yisheng is confident, arrogant, and proud.

Otherwise, he would not be sure that the person holding the order would never be Yun Yuechang, and then fall into today's dead end.

But Song Yisheng knew that he would not stay alive, so why did he put down his dignity and plead, hoping to get a way to live.

Many people die not because they are strong-willed, but because they know that they will die.

A smart person like Song Yisheng could obviously see that Yun Yuechang had teamed up with other people to borrow so many black-clothed people to support him, and he would never agree to leave him alive again, so why should he humiliate himself.

"You can't die, why?" Yun Yuechang stared at Song Yisheng's eyes, as if she wanted to see the depths of his soul.

Song Yisheng's pupils contracted sharply.

He saw such a humble self in Yun Yuechang's eyes.

made him hate and disgusted himself.

He is unscrupulous for the sake of the end, and he can endure what ordinary people can't endure.

But there is a premise for all this patience.

That is, he has hopes and dreams.

It was his dream to kill Liu Yizhan at the beginning, and now, it is his dream to get Changning's understanding.

That's right.

Song Yisheng has always been full of hope for the future.

He hoped that Changning would be willing to forgive his past after knowing all the truth, be willing to forgive his choice, and return to him anew.

Although this hope is very slim, Song Yisheng is never a person who gives up easily.

As long as Changning gives him a chance.

Give him a chance to explain everything from start to finish.

Let him tell him his story, tell her that Liu Yizhan promised their family affairs, but because he wanted to get the order from him, and tell her that Liu Yizhan had already prepared "another she" to deliberately speak ill of him, and deliberately let him overhear, sowing a gap in his heart.

Tell her that Liu Yizhan is not a good thing.

Telling her about the emperor isn't a good thing either.

Tell her that Mu Qingyan is not an active man, and he is the worst man in the world.

He wanted her to know that only he could protect her, and only he was her ultimate dependence.

Song Yisheng's red eyes rolled down his eyes, and he knew that he might not have a chance to tell her these words.

In the end, he and Changning are still inseparable after all.

"I understand," Yun Yuechang said suddenly, "It's that woman." ”

Song Yisheng grabbed the corner of his clothes and left only one sentence: "Tell her that the revenge of killing her father is not shared, and I, Song Yisheng, am the one who killed the king." ”

Yun Yuechang's face froze: "Are you serious?" ”

But when he asked this sentence, Song Yisheng finally swallowed the breath he had been breathing hard for so long.