The eastward migration is over.

Arrive in Guangyang, the most prosperous city in the east.

Ji Zhuo methodically arranges his subordinates to clean up the remaining party, and prepares to unify the country and become president, taking the protagonist's path, so that the protagonist has no way out.

After a busy day's work, the sun rests tiredly on the mountains in the west, and the orange glow is like half-covering the eyes, and the afterglow falls carelessly.

The clouds are light and the glow is warm.

Yu Hua had just finished bathing, put on a loose white middle coat, and walked out of the misty bathroom, bypassing the translucent glass screen.

There was a figure behind the screen.

Yu Hua's steps paused slightly, and he lowered his eyes and walked over.

"Young marshal."

Ji Zhuo turned around, his eyes fell on him, his undried hair was still steaming hot, his white shirt was loose, he was a little thin, his eyes were slightly drooping, and the whole person looked very docile.

It gives people a feeling that the body is soft and easy to fall over.

At least that's what Ji Zhuo thought.

"The appearance of the beauty after taking a bath has a unique style."

Ji Zhuo said half-jokingly, Yu Hua's expression did not change, and he seemed to be used to her frivolous words.

"What's the matter with the young marshal?"

He asked with a faint smile, without the slightest wave in his eyes.

Ji Zhuo was inexplicably a little depressed, and he really couldn't get used to his appearance without emotional fluctuations.

She approached him step by step, and he stepped back.

Finally, he stopped after touching the screen, and he was very close to him, his breath falling on him, his low-hanging eyelashes trembling slightly, and his body still carrying clean moisture.

"Didn't Xiaohua ask knowingly?"

"What's the matter with me that you don't know in your heart?"

He smiled lightly, his smiling voice with a bit of seductive bewilderment, and his fingertips tapped on his collarbone.

"Clear."

He lowered his eyes and whispered.

The smile on his lips grew, and when he was about to say something, he was interrupted by his next sentence.

"Do you want to be here?"

He asked her in a calm voice.

Ji Zhuo was slightly stunned.

Yu Hua understood her silence as acquiescence, and gently pulled the belt around her waist, the already loose clothes were even looser, and the whiteness of her waist loomed.

She still didn't move.

Yu Hua paused, as if she thought she wanted to see him take it off by himself, anyway, it wasn't that he hadn't done it, so he reached out and unbuttoned the buckles on his middle shirt one by one.

His expression was always calm.

When she came back to her senses.

What you see is his half-worn appearance.

His eyes sank, and he grabbed his unbuttoned hand.

Her heavy gaze fell on his face, and he never looked at her, looking low and pleasing to the eye, revealing a heart-stopping resignation.

Dignity is put down, and arrogance is lost.

Forced to hide all his will deeply.

Burning at this moment.

Retract the choice of a mistake to the end.

She wants vibrant flowers, not lifeless dolls.

Yu Hua looks like this.

She couldn't get in the mood anyway.

I just feel disturbed.

"That's not what I meant."

After Ji Zhuo was silent for a while, his voice faded from his original frivolity, and Yu Hua's expression was a little puzzled.

She let go of his hand and gently buttoned back the buttons he had unbuttoned herself, one by one, and spoke as she sorted out his clothes.

"Just a joke, I'm not looking for you, not for this ......"

Yu Hua's eyes flashed with astonishment, and his expression was a little stunned.

Ji Zhuo lowered his eyes and tied his belt, "I remember that I promised you before to let you sword Zhang Zuohei, and now Zhang Zuoji has captured ......"

When he had done this, he took two steps back and distanced himself.

"Do you want to do it yourself?"

Yu Hua looked up at her in surprise, and saw seriousness in her calm expression, and some didn't react, "This, what's ......?"

The tense nerves in Yu Hua's heart relaxed, although she still didn't know what she meant, she still let her thoughts fall on what she was saying now.

Hand Blade Seal as Heir......

"Yes."

Yu Hua looked at her and nodded.

The pent-up hatred in my heart slowly poured out.

"Hmm."

Ji Zhuo bowed his head slightly, motioned for Yu Hua to follow, and then turned around, "Come with me." ”

Yu Hua walked up to follow her.

Zhang Zuosi was imprisoned in a heavily guarded prison, and he drove Yu Hua to the prison.

Yu Hua got into the car, his thoughts a little confused.

He looked at Ji Zhuo, who was driving, his mood was a little messy and complicated, but he didn't expect her to remember it.

Yu Hua wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.

In the end, they arrived at their destination without saying a word.

Ji Zhuo led him to the cell where Zhang Zuoji was being held, cleared out the prison guards, and came to Zhang Zuohe.

At this time, Zhang Zuohei had been severely tortured for a while, and his whole body was scarred and lying on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Everything of value was pried out of his mouth.

It's time to give him a kick.

Yu Hua looked down at him, the hands in his sleeves gradually tightened, and a blurry but unforgettable scene passed in front of him.

For countless days and nights, it turned into a nightmare that tormented him.

The mother's screams, the fall of relatives, the haze and blood in the city......

Ji Zhi saw that he had a lot of mood swings.

Took a pistol and gave it to him.

Yu Hua didn't accept it, and then took out a dagger from his body and looked up at her, the hatred in his eyes deep into the bone marrow.

"Can you leave me alone for a while?"

Ji Zhuo felt that the dagger was a little familiar, but he didn't ask, he was silent for a while, and nodded, "Well, be careful, don't hurt yourself, I'll wait for you outside." ”

The moment she stepped out of her cell.

I heard Zhang Zuohei's weak screams.

The red blood splashed on the side of his face, embellishing his white skin like jade, embellished with a bit of bewitching and gloomy.

The sharp blade sank into the body of the heir.

His voice was hoarse, and pain and hatred engulfed him.

"This is what I paid you back for my mother!"

She was defiled by Zhang Yongji in her flower-like years, and then was humiliated to death by Zhang Zuohei, a beast, in front of her son.

"This is for the Yu family to pay you back!"

The people who used to smile kindly and kindly at him fell down in front of him one by one, used their bodies to protect him countless times, and finally died in the butcher's knife.

"This is for the whole city of your hometown!"

The weeping willows by the lake gently brushed his forehead, the street vendors once gave him sugar gourds, and the master of the academy patiently taught him to read and write, and every face was so simple and peaceful, but they all died under the cold butcher's knives and bullets.

"This is my ...... to pay you back"

Yu Hua was a little weak, and stabbed the knife into Zhang Zuohei's body, if it weren't for Zhang Yongji and Zhang Zuohei, he should also have relatives and a good life.

It's not a lonely play.

Yu Hua's hands were stained with blood, and warm liquid slid down his face.

I couldn't tell if it was the blood that was splattered on my face or something else.

His eyes were stained red with blood, and the wind and clouds that he had worn on his face all the year round were corroded by blood, revealing a long-pent-up, weak, and weak hatred like a maggot attached to the bone.

He wished he had never been born.