Who? Who is calling her? Who called out the name?

Between the lightning and flint, Qingcheng suddenly regained his senses! The demons and nightmares all dispersed like clouds, and only one sentence lingered in her ears, like a Buddha horn, giving her a slap in the face—

"Weinong, don't be resentful."

Chu Li once told her to give up resentment.

However, it was too late, and at the same time that she heard her name, the right hand holding the sword stabbed out uncontrollably. The sound of "smack" pierced Nie Xing's thin summer shirt and pierced the flexible texture of his skin.

In just a moment, blood soaked the dark purple robe, and in the burning firelight, his chest was already a red ink.

The next moment, the black-clothed assassin examined the seizure, quickly retracted his sword, and in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to the window, and broke out of the window with a "bang".

At the same time, there were shouts of firefighting, footsteps, and the sound of swords and halberds clashing in the corridor. Nie Xingji seemed to have forgotten everything, and only looked at Qingcheng in disbelief.

She actually ...... Hate him so much! I wish he was killed!

The tip of the sword was buried deep in his chest, the hilt was still in her plain hand, and the two looked at each other from a distance of a shocking sword, one in pain, the other in shock. The fire and smoke diffused between them, gradually blocking each other's faces, and seemed to blur the past feelings.

At the moment when everyone broke down the door and entered, Nie Xingji suddenly woke up, raised his injured right hand and pushed Qingcheng away. Before he could say anything, blood was pouring out of his chest.

Qingcheng staggered back a few steps, and his slender body fell to the ground. The guards rushed through the door at this moment, looking around with weapons in hand.

"Your Highness! You're hurt! Someone spotted Nie Xingji's injuries at a glance and couldn't help but exclaim.

Nie Xingchen clutched his chest, suppressed the tearing pain in his heart, and whispered, "Someone broke in and assassinated Benhou, and the princess was frightened...... The herald ordered the entire city to be blocked, and once the assassin was caught, Ben Hou would interrogate him personally! ”

"Yes!" Several guards hurriedly helped Nie Xingji and summoned the doctor;

When the other guards saw that the windows were wide open, they jumped out in pursuit of the Assassins;

The rest were busy putting out the fire, and more and more people poured in;

Finally, someone found that the white-clothed Princess Qingcheng was sitting on the ground, her sideburns were messy, and her wrists and sleeves were red, and the whole person looked embarrassed. At this moment, she was raising her eyes to look at Nie Xingji, her beautiful eyes were full of indescribably complex looks, mixed with a bit of sadness and sorrow, and the tears had not dried.

And not far from her right hand, there was a soft sword with a strange shape, and there was still blood left on the tip of the sword.

Before everyone could think about anything, they heard Nie Xingji's order come again: "Put away the assassin's murder weapon." His voice was weak, but he was not angry, and after a pause, he specially added: "Today's affairs, don't make a noise." ”

"Yes." Everyone received their orders in unison and took up their own errands. Although the scene was chaotic and the smoke was choking, it was all under control, and the guards and subordinates performed their duties.

Seeing that things were settling down, Nie Xingji finally ran out of energy and let the guards help him walk outside the house. The cold glow of the Shocking Sword on the ground flickered, and the blood in his heart continued to gush out, but he couldn't tell whether the pain in the skin came from the wound or from the bottom of his heart.

The most ironic thing is that he once shot an arrow through Chu Li's heart, and now, he finally tasted the taste of piercing his heart.

The moment he stepped out of the house, Nie Xingji couldn't help but pause and look back, only to see that the woman in white was still sitting on the ground in a daze, crying in despair, just like when he sent her to Chu three years ago.

But it's clear what's the difference.

He wanted to say something to her, love or hate, affection or hurt, but at this moment, he couldn't say a word. There was a fishy sweet breath in his throat, and a trace of blood immediately overflowed from his lips, and he was afraid that blood would spurt out of his mouth when he opened his mouth.

Can it really be recovered? Hopefully, it's still too late.