The afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled on his body, but there is a little more desolation in the beauty.

Quiet......

The screams of the four people on the high platform made the surroundings very quiet.

With the seemingly unknown smile at the corner of Hua Yuqiong's lips, this kind of stillness is four points cold and six points cold, burrowing into the skin and flesh and seeping into the bone marrow.

Looking at the four bloody people on the high platform who had lost a layer of flesh and skin, the people side by side seemed to be onlookers on the execution ground, but they were just silent.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "They just said a few words, you must be too cruel to do this!"

As soon as these words came out, no one echoed him, but just followed the eyes and looked at the person who spoke.

The man was stared at by so many pairs of eyes around him, and he suddenly felt a little nervous, but he still opened his eyes and looked at Hua Yuqiong, hoping that he would give him an answer.

Painting Yuqiong lowered the flash of killing intent in her eyes, and said quite interestingly: "Cruel? I'm just doubling back what they've done, so what's cruel? ”

Before the man could speak, Hua Yuqiong's lazy voice came out of his throat.

"In the ninth year of Yongyi, because of my marriage contract with He Qingyu and being suppressed by me, Zhai Yuxuan repeatedly used others to deal with me. Later, under the persuasion of He Qingyu, I hired killers several times in an attempt to take my life. ”

"In the sixteenth year of Yongqi, my parents disappeared on the battlefield. Zhai Yuxuan and He Qingyu took advantage of this and asked me to go to the restaurant alone for an appointment with their news. And not long after I arrived, I was stunned by the incense in the room, and I woke up from Zhang Yuliang's beating, and I was almost forced by him. Zhai Yuxuan and He Qingyu poured me with the poison that destroyed the spiritual root and the tendon veins - obviously the poison was not authentic, and it did not completely destroy my spiritual root and tendon veins, but it also made me lose my cultivation and become a waste ......"

Hearing the name Zhang Yuliang, the brocade-clothed man suddenly shook his body. It seems to have returned to two years ago, and I saw the painting Yuqiong who was covered in wisps of cloth, and saw the stubbornness and hatred in his eyes......

Even if he is a waste, he is also the little master of the Zhenguo Mansion.

The old man listened to the words of the painting Yuqiong, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Two years ago, when he found Joan, he was already dying.

When he woke up, he didn't say anything, just curled himself up at the foot of the bed. He wanted to avenge him, and he didn't know who to go to.

He still remembered that the little figure huddled in the corner strangled to death with his own hands when he first left the mansion.

That was the first time he had killed someone......

Since Hua Yuqiong spoke through spiritual power, everyone around her could clearly hear her hateful voice.

Xin Han struggled for a moment, and at this moment he hated himself even more for not letting her stay by Hua Yuqiong's side in the first place, which made her suffer so much.

On the night of the festival, he sat on the eaves and looked out at the scene in the distance.

When he heard that Hua Yuqiong was almost defiled by the man in brocade, his phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, his thin lips opened slightly, and the voice sounded directly in the minds of the four men in black.

"The dead soul was left behind, and he was sent to prison with the two men last night."

"Yes!"

“…… In the dead of winter, I was thrown into the ice pool by Zhai Yuxuan, the cold and biting pool water bubbles washed the wounds on my body, I wanted to struggle, but Zhang Yuliang stepped into the ice pool, almost suffocated to death......"