"Young marshal, my surname is Yu, and my name is Hua."

Yu Hua tried to calm the tremor in his voice, and pretended to be calm and said to Ji Zhuo, looking directly at him, but when he saw her eyes, his whole body was cold.

Those eyes were cold, calm and deep.

People can't see through the emotions inside, and it seems that there is no emotion, she does it without the slightest emotion, harvesting human lives.

It's like doing it a million times.

As the new leader of the Southwest Region, she is indeed stained with the blood of countless people, so she is not inferior to Yu Hua.

Besides, he is really Zhang Yongji's illegitimate son.

He thought that this matter had already been completely buried, and if Zhang Yongji was still alive, he might not remember that he still had a son here.

But I don't want to be at this moment.

Someone was able to dig it up

The dirty past is suddenly dripping with blood.

"Oh? Surname Yu? ”

A little interest slowly floated in her eyes, and she stretched out, slightly cool fingertips, and gently brushed the contours of his face that had been outlined almost perfectly by the makeup.

Her movements seem to be gentle.

And when she was holding the gun, she had already pulled the safety, and as long as she gently pulled the board, the amazing person in front of her would die.

The colorful clothes are like butterflies, and the fragrance disappears.

When you think about it, it's also very beautiful.

"Are you trying to tell me that you are not Zhang Yongji's illegitimate son?" There was a shallow smile on his lips, as if he was laughing at him as a dying ant.

She never does anything she is not sure of.

If it weren't for his identity.

Why did she come to this theater to make a big fuss?

Yu Hua's thoughts turned back and forth in a few breaths, and the person in front of him was the commander of the Ping An Army, who had just killed Zhang Yongji and became the leader of the new generation of the Southwest Region.

At this time, what she has to do is to clear Zhang Yongji's remnants.

People who are related to Zhang Yongji by blood are naturally the first to bear the brunt.

She wanted to kill him, not kidding.

He originally felt that he was humble and lowly and ninth-rate, and he was burdened with a deep hatred of blood but could not do anything, and he was alone and full of desolation.

In this life, he is on this stage, a servant for others to enjoy, and he has long put life and death out of the way

And at this moment.

When death is really imminent.

He was still afraid, and he couldn't suppress his trembling, and when he was close to the door of the sword, he realized it so clearly.

He wanted to live.

Even if it's just a long way to live.

And to live.

And at this time, his life and death are tied to the people in front of him.

The tip of the index finger was ready to be slightly forced, and with a slight pull, he sent the person in front of him back to the west, and he was a hundred.

Her expression was almost cruelly calm.

I'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than let go of one.

She won't give Zhang Yongji a meeting for the resurgence of the remnants of the party.

Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, the way of the soldiers.

"I am!"

Yu Hua said suddenly.

Ji Zhuo's movements paused, as if he didn't expect him to admit it, and the interest in his eyes that had subsided was surging again, getting stronger and more dangerous.

She waited nonchalantly.

Waiting for this illegitimate son of Zhang Yongji, how to let himself survive from her, she was really curious about what he would do.

How dying and struggling.

"I have his blood flowing in my body," he said loudly, as if in a last stand, "but my surname is Yu, not Zhang!" ”

She wanted to kill him, but he wanted to live.

So, he was going to give him a reason not to kill him.

Since she came, she was sure.

Blindly denying his identity.

It would only backfire, he wanted to give her a reason, a reason not to kill him even though he knew that he was Zhang Yongji's illegitimate son.

"The thing I hate most in my life is that I have his blood in my body......"

His voice was a little hoarse, and there was an unforgettable hatred in his hateful tone.

A colorful and gorgeous costume to the extreme, his whole person is haunted by desperate and fragile beauty.

"Oh?"

Ji Zhuo replied nonchalantly.

The silver spear still didn't take it away from the door in front of him, but just pressed against the plate, and unloaded a little force.

"He my mother......"

He looked directly at her, his eyes bloodshot in pain.

And her mother was weak, and she was abused by Zhang Yongji all over her body, and the top priority was to recuperate her injuries.

Ji Zhuo was silent, still looking at him with a faint expression, without the slightest mood swing, let alone the so-called pity.

"He killed my mother's whole family......"

Because the Yu family took the lead in rebelling against Zhang Yongji's rule after knowing what Zhang Yongji had done, they were killed as an example.

"He slaughtered my hometown, and the whole city ......"

Yu Jiale is kind and charitable, and he is quite famous in the local area, and killing chickens and monkeys is counterproductive, causing public anger.

He spoke in a heavy, hoarse voice.

Uncover the bloody past.

How miserable and desperate?

And Ji Zhuo still didn't waver about this, she picked his chin with a silver gun, and her expression was light.

"Oh? All dead? ”

"I'm the only one who survived."

He was young.

Hidden under a pile of corpses.

He was the only one who escaped.

Later, Zhang Yongji's army left.

A beggar picked him up, raised him, and deliberately wounded him badly, and took advantage of him to gain the sympathy of others.

But he survived.

Later, the beggar sold him to the pear orchard.

Exchanged a few silver dollars to drink flower wine.

And he has endured all the hardships and sufferings in the pear orchard, and he can't help himself, and he has long had no other way out.

can only study and practice hard, with this appearance and voice, won the appreciation of the audience, so there is today.

seems to have infinite scenery, what Suling Tsing Yi sings.

It's just a low-level ninth-rate laugher on stage.

Yu Hua's eyes were full of vicissitudes, but Ji Zhuo sneered.

"Those people are dead, and Zhang Yongji is also dead, isn't this what is called...... Death without proof? ”

He couldn't have said anything worse about himself.

It's just empty words, and who knows what the truth is?

Drama, isn't the best thing about acting?

Even if it's true.

So what does it have to do with her?

In the eyes of the scorching eye, it is cold and thin to the bones.

"There are witnesses."

Yu Hua said, slightly lowering his eyes, his long eyelashes covered the almost hideous hatred in his eyes, if there was no oil paint to cover it, he would find that his face was already pale.

"Oh? Who? ”

Ji Zhuo casually played with the silver spear.

I don't know if I listened to him.

Thinking about this bullet headshot, the brain is overflowing, it should not be very good-looking, such a stunning beauty, she will die to be more eye-catching.

Piercing the throat or piercing the heart?

"Zhang Zuohei."

He said through gritted teeth.

Zhang Zuoji is also Zhang Yongji's son.

Hearing the hatred in his tone, he finally took his eyes off the gun and landed on him as he said the name.

"Go on."

"Zhang Zuohei, like Zhang Yongji, is a beast, and he, along with several soldiers, humiliated my mother!"

Yu Hua almost shouted this sentence.

Through his scarlet eyes, the blood of the slaughter could be faintly seen.

It seems that after the vicissitudes of time, it still does not disperse the red color.