"Really, really...... cough cough cough ...... Big brother, I'm awake."

A low voice suddenly sounded.

Chu Rin stared at Chu Yun, and saw his eyelids move, slowly opened his eyes, and smiled weakly.

Although his expression was sluggish, his ink-colored eyes were full of stubbornness and firmness.

Chu Rin: "......" Is it too late for him to take back what he just said now?

Chu Yun climbed from the ground to the bottom of the tree with difficulty, leaned against the tree, and said, "Big brother, do you forgive me?"

As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Big brother, why don't you forgive me?" He asked again, his eyes clear and innocent.

Chu Rin gritted his teeth and turned his head, and when he saw Chu Yi holding another small black and red pill in his hand, he immediately changed the topic: "Liuliu, what is this?"

He was referring to the antidote pill that Xiao Yan gave to him, which was said to be made from his blood.

Chu Yi was just about to speak, when he suddenly felt the sound of breaking wind from the side.

"Six-six!"

Chu Rin was so frightened that he stood up the moment he saw the silver light, and grabbed Chu Yi's hand as fast as he could.

It was a long silver-white needle, which came straight to Chu Yi.

At such a close distance, even if Chu Rin's movements were extremely fast, he could only hold Chu Yi into his arms, and in the next moment, the long needle grazed her left arm, cutting through her clothes, and leaving a bloody mark.

Immediately, a long needle pierced a nearby peach tree.

Fortunately, it was just a blood stain, and Chu Rin was relieved to notice that the blood stain was no longer than the length of his thumb, and it was as thin as a hair.

Drinking Ice drew out the soft sword, dragged out a cold light, and followed the needle caster.

The one who released the silver needle secret weapon turned out to be the archer who had just been stabbed in the heart by Chu Yi!

The sword wound on his chest was still bleeding, but his eyes were staring at Chu Yi extremely frantically.

The sword of the ice drink fell, and in an instant, the neck of the archer, who was already seriously injured, was more bloody, and he only let out a "grunt" sound from his throat, and he completely cut off his breath.

"Six-six, how are you?" Chu Rin hurriedly asked.

Chu Yun stretched his neck, his eyes were shocked and afraid: "Yi'er, is there anything wrong with your body?"

"He didn't die...... I'm fine, my eldest brother is not healed yet, don't be tired."

Chu Yi came out of Chu Rin's arms, looked back and saw the archer fall to the ground, and frowned in surprise.

Chu Yun didn't have the strength to get up yet, and almost fainted again because of excitement.

"It's okay, it's okay." Chu Rin also muttered in fear.

Chu Yun narrowed his eyes and looked at the archer who fell to the ground, and said, "Judging from the amount of bleeding from this person, his heart seems to be the opposite of that of ordinary people, so although Yi'er's sword just pierced in, he still has a breath, deliberately waiting for us to relax our vigilance-"

As he spoke, his face changed, and he turned sharply to look at the horse he was riding on the ground.

The horse had been dead for a long time, and the blood that flowed from the wound took on a jet-black color.

"His arrows and needles are poisonous!"

Before the words fell, the poisonous effect attacked, Chu Yi only felt a whirlwind of the world, and a heart-piercing pain came from her arm, as if she was going to split her whole life.

She snorted, gritted her teeth and knelt on one knee, letting go of the hand covering the wound.

The tiny streak of blood had turned a terrible inky black, like black silk threads extending to both sides—

Chu Rin was horrified: "I, I'll go to the Dingyuan Army immediately, there is a military doctor accompanying the army—"

Chu Yi, who was covered in cold sweat and trembling constantly, couldn't help but vomit out a mouthful of blood.

She pressed Chu Rin's dead arm with one hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, and whispered intermittently to reassure: "It's okay, I, I brought Xiao Yan's antidote pill."

She met the worried and nervous eyes of the eldest brother and the third emperor brother, and raised her head to swallow the antidote pill.

This is Xiao Yan somehow used his own blood to condense the detoxification pill the rusty taste spread in his mouth chu yi felt the rust smell of the detoxification pill was better than last time

When he was wounded by the assassination, the blood fed by him was even thicker.

When the pill entered, the stinging pain spreading in his arm disappeared in an instant.

Chu Yi's body shook for a moment, and he was dizzy, but at least the wound didn't hurt.

The black blood line contracted back at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning a pale pink.

The moment before he fell unconscious, Chu Yi only had time to show a smile to the brothers and said, "You guys, you are really brothers—"

"Yi'er!"

"Six-six! Sixty-six, wake up—"

"Ah Yi ......"

"Sister!"

Chu Yi heard someone calling her name, but in front of her, there was only darkness left, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes.

Thousands of miles away in Shangjing.

Xiao Yan sat under the peach blossom tree in Weiyang Palace, and in his hand was a copper-colored bell.

He was dressed in red, with a moon-white hairband outlining his eyebrows, and the breeze blew, and a few pale petals fell on his body, which was not as good as his stunning face, nor as deep as the deep affection in his phoenix eyes.

In his previous life, he liked to wear black clothes, because Yan Guo was still black, and because he was always covered with blood, black was easy to see blood, and it would not make Chu Yi afraid.

And now he likes red clothes because Chu Yi likes him to wear red clothes.

At this moment, in the courtyard of Weiyang Palace, there is only one person in the courtyard of Weiyang Palace, and outside, it has been guarded by Zhang Xiaonian and the Crane Division.

Pillow Xue looked at Xiao Yan with a somewhat complicated look in her eyes, and said, "Does Xiao Gongzi really want to be like this?"

Xiao Yan hooked the corners of his lips and said lightly: "Just give it a try, you are proficient in medical skills, if I have any accidents, you can do something in time, no matter how bad I am dead, I am crazy, you can use this body of blood to make medicine."

He had already told Tsubeiyuki about his physique and the effect of the soul bell he had heard from Kyungyoung.

"Yes, anyway, Xiao Gongzi, you still have a few drops of blood left in your heart to make the blood condensation pill yesterday, don't waste it."

Pillow Xue sighed and could only say so.

Just yesterday, Xiao Yan came back from an injury outside the palace, saying that when he went to save Yiyun, he was accidentally attacked by Luan Tikong, and in addition to the shoulder injury, he was also stabbed in the central vein.

He didn't tell Chu Yi, he just hated that he was injured, so he couldn't accompany Chu Yi to chase the eldest prince.

The ancient blood clotting pill is to mix the blood of people's hearts into nourishing herbs and coagulate into pills.

In the past, Xiao Yan took blood and took his arm, but this time, since his heart was injured, he could just make blood clotting pills.

And Qingrong said that the soul bell can bring the dead back to life, and the living live forever, what is needed is the heart blood of the person who bears the blood of the emperor.

Xiao Yan asked Zhuxue to help him make two blood clotting pills overnight, one for the queen mother to detoxify, and the other for the princess to defend herself.

"Now that this thing is in my hand, I'm going to give it a try."

Xiao Yan's face was a little pale, which was the result of extracting his heart's blood.

Pillow Xue recalled yesterday's scene, pumping blood from her heart, cutting bones and cutting out her heart, nothing more than this.

Just to make a self-defense antidote pill for the princess.

Xiao Yan's thin lips were indifferent and colorless, and the golden sunlight plated his thin and clear face, and also lined his amber phoenix eyes as if they were transparent.

He is like a wisp of elegant and indifferent spring breeze, pale, elegant, and ready to feather and fly at any time, only his eyes are extraordinarily firm.

There were some things he couldn't remember from his past life.

It would be fine if he just couldn't remember things that had nothing to do with Chu Yi, but he couldn't remember what happened after Yi left.

The statement that the soul bell can live forever has long been verified to be false, but in his previous life, he relied on the soul bell to reincarnate Ah Yi, so this time, if he wants to remember everything in advance, he has to give it a try, what will happen if the blood in his heart drops up.

Xiao Yan didn't want to pin their lives and deaths on a dead thing, nor did he want the slightest deviation and accident in their future.

He picked up the white jade cup on the stone table, and inside was the little blood left over from the blood clotting pill last night.

Xiao Yan tilted the jade cup and dripped the blood in his heart on the soul bell

on, shake gently.

The bell rings, and the soul returns—

He only heard Pillow Xue shouting "Xiao Gongzi", and he felt a wave of sleepiness hit him.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The moment the blood in his heart touched the soul bell, it was just when Chu Yi drank the Blood Condensation Pill.

"Are you Xiao Yan? You are Xiao Yan! You madman, madman!"

Chu Yi finally opened his eyes, and he was a little confused.

Hell, how did she see Fan Qiongran, who was already dead?

Fan Qiongran was close at hand, with no demeanor, like a shrew, pointing at the tip of her nose and scolding her face angrily, with a trace of fear in her eyes.

Chu Yi realized that he was afraid that he had entered Xiao Yan's dream again, and this may have happened in his previous life.

She looked around curiously, and gradually found clues.

In the past, she couldn't see everyone's faces in her dreams clearly, but this time, Fan Qiongran's hysterical expression, her sideburns and a strand of silver hair, and even her crazy and desperate eyes, she could see it clearly.

She turned around and saw Xiao Yan standing opposite Fan Qiongran.

Oh, Fan Qiongran scolded him, his lonely soul, accidentally caught between the two.

She hurriedly walked to the side to watch the excitement.

This time, she saw Xiao Yan in her previous life clearly and completely.

He was dressed in black armor, with a black cloak on his back, as tall and straight as he remembered, and a blood-dripping sword in his hand.

The familiar face was cold and delicate, wrapped in a cold and heavy black helmet, which reflected the sickly pale of his skin, and a few drops of scarlet blood spread out at the end of his sharp eyes, adding a bit of evil aura to him.

The pale and transparent phoenix eyes were like a beast that had lost its mind, dyed with the most gloomy and crazy blood, and its crimson lips pursed into a line.

This is Xiao Yan in her previous life, but she is not the ruthless and leakless Yu King Xiao Yan she is familiar with.

Although Xiao Yan is arrogant and ruthless, he is still rational and ruthless, how could he become like this?

Chu Yi lowered his head, and saw Xiao Yan wearing black boots embroidered with dragon patterns in Wujin, and under his feet, behind him, was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Dragon pattern? The collar exposed under his armor was also embroidered with dark gold dragon patterns.

Chu Yi suddenly understood.

After his death, Xiao Yan finally ascended the throne as the emperor, so to speak, Xiao Jixing has been overthrown by him.

So here it is......

"Xiao Yan, you don't have to die, you destroy the barbarians, you have to destroy Dayan, you devil-"

Xiao Yan didn't care about Fan Qiongran's roaring and cursing at all, there was only monstrous hatred and indifference in his eyes.

He came with blood on his feet, like a Shura demon crawling out of hell.

Fan Qiongran cursed for a long time, but gradually she didn't dare to speak.

She knelt down in front of Xiao Yan, kowtowing and begging for mercy, blood flowing from her forehead.

Chu Yi found that Fan was still wearing gorgeous palace clothes, with a delicate phoenix hairpin on her head, she looked elsewhere, Xiao Yan was behind a sea of fire and blood, but this was a magnificent hall.

Chu Yi guessed where this was.

Here, it is Linjiang where Chu Zhao fled to the emperor after the fall of the country, and it is the Nanyan in the mouth of the world!

The next moment, Xiao Yan raised his long sword, and his hand raised the sword and fell.

He kills people and doesn't need to explain to the person he killed.

Blood rushed to the sky, splashing on Xiao Yan's robe and battle armor, because it was black, it was not obvious.

Only then did Chu Yi realize that the corners of Xiao Yan's clothes were dripping blood.

How many people did he kill before the whole person was as terrible as being fished out of the water of blood?

Xiao Yan didn't look at the corpse on the ground, but lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised a particularly obvious arc.

"Ah Yi, you wait for me, I will avenge you."

His voice was very low and extremely gentle, like a love whisper in Chu Yi's ear.

Chu Yi heard his hoarse voice

Yin, with a feeling of wanting to cry, looked at him and stretched out his hand, but it could only pass through his body.

"You didn't hesitate to launch a large army to destroy Da Yan, it turned out that it was because of the queen mother, it turned out that you actually loved Chu Yi."

A familiar voice rang out.

Chu Yi followed the prestige and saw Chu Zhao appear not far away, as if he was in a hurry, his clothes were windy.

He stood against the light at the door of the temple, his face cloudy.

Chu Zhao was dressed in a black dragon robe, a jade dragon crown, and a sword of the Son of Heaven at his waist, his eyes were gloomy and unruly, and there was a faint dark blue under his eyes.

Facing such Chu Zhao, Chu Yi's heart was extremely complicated.

Fortunately, in this life, things did not develop to this point.

Chu Zhao was much older than he was now, and his gaze swept over Fan Qiongran, who had died on the ground, with shock, despair, and little grief and happiness in his eyes.

"If I had known that Chu Yi was killed by the queen mother, I would have killed her with my own hands." His tone was full of self-deprecation.

Behind Chu Zhao, countless black-armored soldiers suddenly emerged, Chu Yi originally thought that those people were Southern Yan soldiers, because the Yan Kingdom was still black.

Suddenly, she froze.

Among these people, she saw the one-eyed Jiang Zhiying, the old and heroic Uncle Chu, and Geng Chuan wearing golden armor.

Are they soldiers of the Yongguo Kingdom?!

Yongguo is still red, why do they wear black armor?

Xiao Yan turned around slowly, looked at Chu Zhao, his eyes were red, and he said word by word:

"The big Yan she likes is long gone, just Linjiang, also worthy of being called Big Yan?"

Chu Zhao opened his mouth, his Adam's apple choked and rolled, and slowly fell to his knees.

"The general trend is gone, the general trend is gone, Chu Yi......" He let out a beastly whimper from the depths of his throat.

"I thought I would be able to bring you back one day...... Why can't you, why can't you wait for me to ......?"

"Poof!"

The sword in Xiao Yan's hand had already pierced Chu Zhao's heart deeply.

"You, too, deserve it?" Xiao Yan's voice was cold to the bone.

The blood instantly dyed Chu Zhao's black dragon robe red, converging into a pool of blood under his feet.