"Where did the Leng family get the country?" Leng Yanqiu looked at the dark valley, his voice was quiet, as if he was tracing the final history, and the renewal was flowing.

"Don't tell me this, I only care about what our Leng family originally got." The dark shadow snorted coldly.

"Leng Yan, what you care about is actually the desire for power, for your own desires, you don't hesitate to pay for the lives of those who are loyal to the Leng family, or you deliberately cultivated these dead soldiers, and you don't consider the hardships that the world will go through when the court is turbulent, do you think you can really be a qualified king?" Leng Yanqiu turned around and stared at the black shadow calmly, but between his words were sharp words that pierced his spine.

"I didn't say that I wanted to sit in that seat, if you want, I can assist you, as long as someone from the Leng family is in charge of the country, I have no opinion." Leng Yan said that on the road to restoration, there is no shortage of people like Leng Yanqiu who are good at strategy, and he has tried to persuade Leng Yanqiu countless times.

But Leng Yanqiu also tried to convince him countless times, but no one succeeded.

"Brother Yanqiu, you can join us, if we succeed, we will also make a rewarding reward for the ancestors of the Leng family." Another petite black shadow, who had been silent, spoke.

The voice was very pleasant, and it turned out to be a woman.

"Mu Ran, I'm not afraid of success and failure, I'm just afraid that in that process, more people will be involved in misfortune, and we can't afford it. The renewal of the imperial court is all raised in the time of decline, and we have the responsibility to save the world, but we cannot ruin the peace of the world for our own selfishness. Leng Yanqiu said.

Leng Muran is a girl who is only eighteen years old, but she is affected by Leng Yan and is involved in the road to restoration. Why is the evil path so easy to follow, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't reverse the obsession of these people?

"Heh, I say I'm like a saint." sneered coldly, "Actually, you are just a person who is afraid of death, hugging Ximen Jingxuan's thighs to the death, and even our Leng family's unique anti-poison method has been granted to him, otherwise how could ten steps of the long grass let him drag on for so long?" A traitor like you to the Leng family shouldn't live in the world! ”

Leng Yanqiu smiled indifferently.

"Mu Ran, you have heard and seen, this person is stubborn, if we don't get rid of it, it will block our plan to resume business, don't forget the purpose of our visit, do it!" Leng Yan said sharply to Leng Muran.

"Brother Yanqiu......" Leng Muran was a little unbearable, and he was reluctant to pull out the sword in his hand.

"Do it!" Leng Yan shouted again, "Prove your determination to swear allegiance to the Leng family now!" ”

"No...... No...... I can't...... Brother Yanqiu, you can come with us......" Leng Muran took a few steps back, and did not forget to persuade him.

Leng Yanqiu saw that Leng Muran was unable to choose, took a few steps forward, and smiled slightly, "Mu Ran, you can't bear to kill me, can you bear to let those dead soldiers die?" Bear to let innocent people die for the sake of the Leng family's selfishness? ”

"Mu Ran, do it!" Leng Yan shouted again, Leng Yanqiu was already standing in front of Leng Muran, as long as she drew her sword and stabbed, she had a great chance of success. Even if Leng Yanqiu's martial arts skills are extremely high and she dodges Leng Muran's sword, as long as she is willing to swing the sword, there is no turning back.

"No...... No...... Don't come here! Leng Muran's hands trembled, and he couldn't pull out the heavy sword at all.

"Leng Yanqiu, we must never be a family again in the next life!" Leng Yan shouted, and personally drew his sword and stabbed at Leng Yanqiu.

Leng Yanqiu stood quietly in front of Leng Muran, did not dodge, and let the long sword behind his back pierce into his body.

"Brother Yanqiu!" Leng Muran grabbed Leng Yanqiu.

The body was slightly off, and the cold sword was also slightly off, and the sword passed through Leng Yanqiu's shoulder, and the tip of the sword dripped with fresh blood, dazzling in the moonlight.

"Is this a break with me?" Leng Yanqiu turned his head slightly, looking at the coldness behind him, with no hatred, no annoyance, no sorrow and no regrets.

"Brother Yanqiu, Brother Yanqiu......" Leng Muran trembled and helped Leng Yanqiu, they were the remnants of the Leng family's royal family, they should have lived and died, but they were killing each other.

"Mu Ran, don't make meaningless contributions, to find your own happiness, to live a plain and happy life, this is what our ancestors wanted, they must not want to see their only surviving children and grandchildren embark on the road of no return for the glory of the past." Leng Yanqiu held Leng Muran's hand and endured the pain on his body.

"Hugh must continue to lie and confuse the people!" Leng Yan scolded, pulling back the long sword that stabbed into Leng Yanqiu's body.

The stroke of the sword made Leng Yanqiu tremble in pain.

"Brother Leng, don't!" Leng Muran saw Leng Yan swinging his sword again, and Qi shouted.

When!

A broken branch hit the sword like a flying knife, and the strong force forced the cold to deflect the blade of the sword.

"What people!" Leng Yan looked around, and after staying in the mountains for so long, he hadn't found anyone hiding anywhere.

Lin Xin'er fell from a nearby tree, wearing a black night robe accompanied by a light figure, indeed like a civet cat in the dark night, the only eyes that were only exposed, sharp and bright, as bright as stars, and as sharp as a cold sword.

Lin Xin'er swept in front of the three of them without making a sound, swept away the sword that Leng Yan wanted to stab her with a backhand with a wave of her sleeve, dragged Leng Yanqiu up from Leng Muran's side, jumped into the air, jumped out of the range that Leng Yan could reach, and left the Ten Thousand Burial Posts with Leng Yanqiu.

Although it was only a few simple shots, Leng Yan knew that the martial arts of the person who came were not under Leng Yanqiu, and his kung fu had always been inferior to Leng Yanqiu, and he was not the opponent of this man in black at all.

"Is it King Xuan?" Leng Muran asked.

"No, it's like a woman." said coldly, glanced at Leng Muran, and snorted coldly, "Women have always done bad things, hum!" Let's go back and make other plans. ”

Leng Muran bit his lip, and was relieved to see Leng Yanqiu being rescued, squatted down, burned the unlit yellow paper that fell to the ground, and then chased Leng Yan away.

Lin Xin'er took Leng Yanqiu back to the bamboo forest courtyard.

The sky was bright, and Wuwu was still asleep, Lin Xin'er didn't call him, and took Leng Yanqiu into the house alone and put him on the bed.

"You can't be all poison here, are you?" Lin Xin'er checked in the cupboard and saw porcelain vases one after another, not sure which one to take.

Leng Yanqiu got up and got off the ground with his hands covered by the wound, came to the cupboard, took out a medicine bottle, and pulled out a white cloth from the drawer.

"I'll help you." Lin Xin'er followed Leng Yanqiu to the bedside.

"No need, that's the end of your help, I've made a note of it." Leng Yanqiu said lightly, holding the medicine bottle and cloth strip in his hand, and he didn't plan to do it in front of Lin Xin'er.

"I'm not helping you, I'm just repaying the favor." Lin Xin'er said.