.“ You know. Even if those days didn't have you. I'm thinking about you, too. ”

Ximen Hao's voice hovered in Su Ran's ears. With a heavy sigh.

He missed her. I'm going crazy thinking about it. Even the traces of her moves after making a move did not give up pondering. Not to be able to easily subdue her when they meet. Just to get to know her better.

Everything he has done since Su Ranhua's reappearance has never left Ximen Hao's eyes. Follow all the way into the capital. Finally appeared in front of him.

It's been a long wait.

"You can break all my tricks. But there's one trick you can't break. Su Ranhua snorted coldly. Skillfully turned around to avoid Ximen Hao. Turn around again. Raise your hand and hit Ximen Hao's Shenting Acupoint.

Su Ran's hand stopped in front of Ximen Hao's forehead. Motionless. It was as if the world suddenly stood still.

Ximen Hao and Su Ran painted opposite each other. When he looked up, he saw her golden needle that almost pierced his forehead. Flash's eye-catching.

Ximen Hao knew that if Su Ran didn't stop. The golden needle will definitely pierce into his own Divine Court acupoint. Even if you don't die, more than half of it will be wasted.

It was a trick he had never seen before. It also made him see the power of a small golden needle. If it is used by someone who is good at it. It must be possible to kill people invisibly. And. This trick is something he absolutely can't dodge.

The three golden needles were returned to her by Li Bing when he decided to teach Su Ran painting martial arts.

The golden needle is out. Surely death. Su Ran painting has never missed.

But when the golden needle pierced Ximen Hao. For the first time, it stopped when it was extremely close to its target. Because Su Dye felt that the hand was so heavy. Even if Ximen Hao didn't resist her. She also felt an invisible force pinning her down.

She couldn't do it.

"That's what those who have been stabbed to death do before they die." Ximen Hao said slowly. Obvious tricks he can figure out. However, there is only a small remnant of the golden needle after the death. It's a point that isn't easy to notice. He couldn't figure out how he had encountered his opponent.

The needle in Su Ran's palm still pointed at Ximen Hao's brain. Motionless. And the eyes staring at Ximen Hao repeatedly crossed the indescribable light.

Ximen Hao raised his hand slightly. Hold Su Ran's wrist. Take her down. It was pulled all the way to my heart. Reluctant to let go.

At the moment when he was held by Ximen Hao. Su Ranhua's heart trembled inexplicably.

Suddenly. There was a noise outside. Accompanied by the capture of the Assassins. The clamor for the arrest of Su Ranhua. The noise disturbed the calm on the window street.

"Lord Wang." The door opened.

Ximen Hao's gaze flashed as he stared at Su Ran's painting. Pulling Su Dye painting towards the window. Two figures next to each other jumped straight down from the third floor.

The people who "fell from the sky" alarmed the guards who were investigating along the street.

Ximen Hao's gaze swept over the faces of the nervous guards. Pulling Su Ran's hand and pressing it towards his chest as fast as he could.

Didn't have time for any reaction. Su Ran's painting was dragged by Ximen Hao's strong force. The golden needle in his hand was accurately stabbed into his chest.

Su Ranhua's surprised gaze stared at the hand he had withdrawn in time. But because the force is enough. The golden needle still pierced Ximen Hao's body.

"Tell Simon to show it. You are here for revenge. ”

Ximen Hao said this sentence softly. It is not supported due to the internal force. fell to the ground.

"Su Ran painted there. She wounded the King of the North again. ”

The soldiers who reacted gathered together to hula and dye the paintings.

And Su Ranhua stood in front of Ximen Hao. It was his last words that were recalled. He didn't say anything about his father. Instead, he called Simon Xianchu by his name. Plus his unbelievable moves. What exactly does that mean.

"Lord Wang." Steward Lin ran to Ximen Hao. helped up Ximen Hao, who was no longer conscious. His eyes were complicated to stare at Su Ran's paintings. The golden needle in her hand was not withdrawn. Flashed in front of everyone.

From an outsider's point of view. It was Su Ranhua who injured him during the fight with Ximen Hao.

"Take down the Su Dye painting."

With a command. The guards who besieged Su Ran's painting swarmed up.

Su Ran painted back to his senses. Put away the gold pin. Raise your hand. Let those people tie themselves up.

She raised her hand to give orders to her subordinates who were hiding in the shadows. Let them not make a move. Await orders.

Now it's the King of the South who is dead. It was the strongest guards who were dispatched. Resistance can only result in a large number of casualties. Ximen Hao deliberately sent himself to Ximen Xianchu. She fulfilled his heart.

Su Ranhua glanced at the unconscious Ximen Hao. Although only a golden needle pierced. She didn't deliberately destroy his trembling. There was no fatal injury to him. But for a while he couldn't wake up.

"You will give back my son's life."

Just been brought into the palace. Su Ran painted and met a crazy concubine.

This demeanor performance even overshadowed the queen Bai Zhanfeng's woman. Due to the death of his only son, he lost all his manners. Like a madwoman. Tooth and claw snatched at Su Ran's painting.

"Lady Niangniang, please calm down." The guards hurriedly grabbed Concubine Shu.

"You give back my son. Also my son. Concubine Shu struggled to break free from the block. Waving his hand at Su Dye and shouting.

"Sister. Please calm down. The emperor will definitely give an explanation to King Nan. Bai Zhanfeng walked and said. Although it is persuasion. But Su Ran's paintings see more of schadenfreude.

"Hongu ...... This palace must eat your blood, eat your flesh, skin yours, and draw your tendons. For the funeral of my son. Concubine Shu gasped. Vicious.

"What are you doing in a daze. Don't hurry up and bring the prisoner to the emperor for conviction. Bai Zhanfeng said to the guards who were holding Su Ran's paintings.

"Yes."

Su Dye was escorted to the Showa Hall.

The assassination of King Nan was a major event concerning the imperial court. The ministers had already gathered in the Showa Hall to wait for the murderer to be arrested and brought to justice.

"Son. My son. Concubine Shu pursued the figure of Su Ran's painting in the distance. Howling and crying.

She was saddened by Simon Yi's unexpected death. He also lost enough control of himself. It is sad to try to be the trump card of the world one day.

Years of deliberate thinking. With the death of Ximen Yi, it was burned. There is no prince who can wield power. No matter how much power is gathered. Eventually, it will be scattered by others. In the hands of other princes. All the power will not be retained by the people of the Hu family.

Finished. It's all over.

This is the root cause of Concubine Shu's extreme madness.

Bai Zhanfeng glanced at Concubine Shu, who was crying bitterly. With a blank face, he walked towards the Showa Hall.

"The main palace is finished. Don't try to get your way. Concubine Shu stared at Bai Zhanfeng's departing back. Wipe the tears from your face. The way of hate.