"Chu Zhao!"

Chu Yi couldn't help but let out an exclamation, watching the blood on Chu Zhao's chest burst out, splashing Xiao Yan's body.

Xiao Yan didn't have any expression on his face, and gently let go of his hand, letting the long sword stick into Chu Zhao's chest.

"If there is an afterlife...... I'll only be yours, fourth brother, and I'll never ...... again Right...... No...... up."

A mouthful of blood overflowed from the corners of Chu Zhao's lips, he glanced down at his chest, then stared at the void, and after saying the last three words, he closed his eyes.

"Fourth brother......" Chu Yi muttered in a low voice.

Chu Zhao in his previous life actually died at the hands of Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan didn't look at him anymore and stumbled out.

Chu Yi's wandering spirit didn't have time to wipe his tears, he only glanced back, and saw Chu Zhao kneeling on top of the blood-covered hall, his head tilted, his hair crown rolling down.

She followed Xiao Yan and watched him walk out of the main hall, out of the Nanyan Palace, and onto the long street near the river, leaving a blood-stained footprint at every step, and the blood spread all the way.

Blood flowed, flames soared, soldiers in black armor were fighting fiercely everywhere, and innocent people were shouting and screaming.

With a "bell", Xiao Yan took off his helmet and threw it to the ground at will.

The ink hair was scattered, obscuring his brows and eyes.

A few strands of silver-white hair pierced Chu Yi's eyes.

His face was no more than thirty years old, but he already had gray hair.

As he walked, he pulled out a pale pink candy from his bosom, put it in his mouth, and muttered to himself.

"Chu Yi, will you blame me, I have already broken Yiqiu's body into ten thousand pieces, killed Fan Qiongran's woman, and killed your fourth brother......

"Nan, no, I am still willing to call this place Linjiang, here because of the war, the mountains and rivers are broken, and hundreds of people are displaced, I know you don't want to see such a scene, but it is your wish to restore the country for Dayan, and now this wish, I have fulfilled it for you."

"If you're still here, you'll definitely point me in the nose and call me a ruthless, ruthless tyrant, right?"

"Ah Yi, you scold me again, okay."

"Ah Yi, the days I lost you have been longer than the days I have had you."

This is the third year after Chu Yi left.

And she married him for just two years.

Xiao Yan did not shed tears.

On the day Chu Yi passed away, he had already shed all the tears of his life.

He just walked, walking, Chu Yi was by his side, and slowly disappeared into the boundless blood.

He had destroyed a nation for her.

……

"Your Majesty, everything has been done properly, the son of Yuan Mo is dead, the last trace of Xiao Cong and Xiao Yu's brothers is gone, and General Geng has also contacted King Jing to wait for Your Majesty...... After leaving, he will come out to assist Xiao Jiming's youngest son Xiao An to ascend the throne.

It's just that Xiao An is only eight years old after all, Your Majesty ...... Your Majesty, please think twice......

The picture gradually became clearer.

Chu Yi saw the shadow of Jiang with only one eye left, knelt on the ground, and couldn't cry as he spoke.

She knew that Xiao Cong and Xiao Yu were both Xiao Jixing's sons, and as for Xiao Jiming, it seemed that he was the late prince of Xiao Jixing's generation.

She suddenly reacted, and her whole body was shocked.

Xiao Yan: This is ...... Explain the aftermath?

"Is there no other way? Your Majesty, do you have to do this?" Jiang Zhiying asked with tears streaming down his face at the end.

On the side, an old doctor who looked a little familiar and seemed to have seen in the palace shook his head after taking the pulse.

"Your Majesty, forgive the old minister for being incompetent, you were seriously injured in Linjiang before, and now your injuries are not healed, but you are ...... I have taken my heart and blood several times, and the ginseng and holy lotus have all been used, but you have already run out of energy and blood, even if Hua Tuo is alive, you have no power to return to heaven."

After saying that, he knelt down tremblingly, closed his eyes, and prepared to bear the wrath of the emperor.

The man on the dragon chair suddenly let out a pleasant and relaxed laugh.

"Too

Alright."

When the shadow heard these three words, the tears became more and more unstoppable, and the old doctor was also stunned, and then he understood and wiped his tears.

Chu Yi slowly moved her gaze, and even in a dream, her pupils trembled.

She thought what she saw would be a skinny and dying Xiao Yan.

But that's not the case.

Xiao Yan at this moment is almost no different from Xiao Yan who destroyed a country just now.

It's just that the black armor was replaced by a black dragon robe, and he sat on the dragon chair, with a few strands of silver in his black hair, scattered on the dragon chair, his eyes were still open, with a hint of a smile.

But his face was too pale, his handsome face was hardly bloody, and the curvature of his lips did not change at all.

His amber eyes were half-squinted, like a tanuki that seemed to be asleep but not asleep, like a waking up but not awake.

The soft sunlight shone through the window ridge and reflected on his bloodless face, and he raised his hand, his fingertips brushing inch by inch over the jade plate in front of him.

Chu Yi followed his hand and saw the things on the jade plate, and his heart sank suddenly.

It was a hollow silver needle a few inches long, with a sharp end dyed with blood, and next to it were blood-mottled soul bells, gauze, and a bowl of black-red decoction, and a few pink hard candy grains scattered next to it.

"How long do I have left?"

Xiao Yan asked calmly, his fingers slicing over the silver needle, and the trembling madness was faintly beating under his eyes.

The old doctor said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, if you don't take your heart blood and recuperate carefully, you may be able to prolong your life for more than a year, but if Your Majesty still wants to test that bell with your heart's blood, perhaps, it will only be three months......

"Three months, too long."

He picked up a piece of candy and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes, seemingly unhappy with the result.

"If I die, my body will be burned to the ground, I don't have to enter the imperial tomb, don't leave anything in this world, the imperial tomb, bad luck."

"Your Majesty......"

"Go down."

Xu Xuan, including Jiang Zhiying and the old doctor, everyone was dismissed by Xiao Yan.

"Why isn't this sugar sweet at all?" He sat alone on the cold dragon chair and asked lightly, with doubts in his eyes.

Immediately, Xiao Yan chewed the candy in his mouth, took off his robe and underwear, revealing his cold white but well-textured chest.

On his chest, there were several red blood spots, that is, he had also taken blood from his heart before.

Chu Yi knew that Xiao Yan wanted to use that silver needle to take blood alone.

There was nothing she could do to stop it from happening, and this time, she somehow couldn't wake up, so she could only look at what was happening in front of her.

Chu Yi bit his lip, stretched out a translucent hand, and gently held Xiao Yan's hand in the void to pick up the silver needle.

With a slight effort, her hand would spread out through his body, for now she was just a wisp of a fluttering soul.

"If I come, Xiao Yan, won't you hurt so much?"

Transparent tears slipped down, and Chu Yi whispered.

Xiao Yan's hand was steady, she felt his rapid heartbeat, and with his hand, the silver needle slowly sank into one of the blood spots.

"Ah Yi ......" Xiao Yan's breath was long, there was a trace of uncontrollable trembling, and the fingertips holding the needle were blue and white, and they were pressed into slender marks.

As the silver needle penetrated his heart completely, his face, which had already lost its color, became more lifeless.

"Are you by my side? This time, it didn't hurt at all."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Yi, who was close at hand, and did not forget to show a light smile, and his hoarse voice was extremely soft.

It was impossible for him to see himself, but Chu Yi felt that there was a moment when they looked at each other here through their dreams and their previous lives.

"Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Sweat slid down his forehead, and he was still smiling, looking at the blood in his heart falling from the other end of the silver needle, dripping onto the soul bell that was already stained with blood.

His eyes widened in pain, and his amber eyes crumbled to the point of near-transparency

, but did not lose the smile at the corner of his lips.

However, the Soul Bell did not react in any way.

"Three months...... Don't do it, Ah Yi, I'm really tired, and I don't want to try like this again and again, and fail again and again."

He suddenly smiled brightly, and a touch of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, which looked red and lush.

"Xiao Yan, what are you going to do?" Chu Yi stretched out his hand to stop him, and his hands even trembled.

Xiao Yan pulled the silver needle out of his heart with a sharp tug!

A hot stream of blood poured out and splashed on the blue-gray ground, and he snorted, and suddenly arched himself, and the whole person collapsed.

He supported his body from falling, grabbed the last three or four pieces of candy on the jade plate, and put them all in his mouth.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan......"

Chu Yi wanted to hug him with tears in his eyes.

At that moment, Xiao Yan's dilapidated pupils lit up, and he stretched out his hand, as if to touch Chu Yi's face, but he carefully withdrew his hand, and there was more hope in his eyes.

"Ah Yi, I seem to see you. Is that you...... But my hands are so dirty, so much blood, all blood, and I won't touch you." His breathing was muffled.

Immediately, in Chu Yi's mournful gaze, he slowly opened his blood-stained lips:

"What I think is in my heart, and what I think is my soul returns......

"The Soul Returns......

The deep voice, like a distant ethereal song, so close, yet so far away.

Chu Yi opened his hand and found that his already translucent body had become even more blurred, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

And the blood-stained soul bell, accompanied by his voice, made a light sound.

"Regardless of whether this Fa can see you again, Chu Yi, I don't ask for myself, I just want that if there is an afterlife, you will have a healthy and smooth life, and you will be safe...... Rejoice."

After Xiao Yan finished speaking, he picked up the soul bell and put it in his heart, then picked up the Son of Heaven Sword next to his hand and stabbed it at himself!

"Click-"

The soul bell collided with the tip of the sword, making a crisp sound, and then it was slammed into half an inch by the tip of the sword, and a blood-colored bell mark was branded on his chest.

Blood spurted out, completely staining the soul bell.

"That's how that scar came from."

Chu Yi cried and muttered to herself, she saw that the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open, Chu Feibai and Zhiying rushed in, and when they saw the scene of the emperor committing suicide, their faces were full of horror and shock.

"Isn't it just blood?!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty!"

Chu Yi found that her body was slowly dissipating as the sound of the bell gradually became louder, and she suddenly felt a heart-rending pain, as if the sword not only passed through Xiao Yan's body, but also through her own heart.

But......

She didn't care about that.

She just stubbornly looked at Xiao Yan, who had fallen to the ground.

The blood soaked under him, and his blood dried up little by little.

And Xiao Yan slowly closed his eyes, with a soft smile on the corner of his lips.

He said, "Ayi, I've come to you."

It was his dream.

This is his past.

Chu Yi suddenly felt that from now on, he should never fall into Xiao Yan's dream again.

At the last moment, she saw Xiao Yan's tearful amber eyes when she died.

The tears were hot and fell on her heart.

Immediately, everything disappeared, and after a strong attraction, only a white light remained in front of her eyes.

"Original...... By then, three years had passed."

She thought that it had only been a moment between her death and her rebirth, but in reality, a long time had passed.

Those three years were three years when Xiao Yan exhausted his efforts in order to avenge himself, to resurrect himself, and even, just for an ethereal legend.

In the third year of her absence, he destroyed a country for her, shed all his blood, and begged for only one her

Peace and joy in the afterlife.

*

"Six-six, six-six......

Chu Rin furrowed his brows, trying to wake up the sleeping Chu Yi.

"Big brother, don't call her, the military doctor also said just now, Yi'er's poison has been resolved, she is just ...... Sleep." Chu Yun limped to pick up the dry firewood on the ground, put it in the fire that rose next to him, and said helplessly.

Chu Rin glanced at him and said coldly, "This hall calls your sister, what does it matter to you?"

Chu Yun's face was pale, and he laughed at himself with tears in his eyes: "Ahem, cough, brother, don't you forgive me, brother? Before falling asleep, Yi'er said that you and my brother are very similar, and it is useless for me to live as a sick and weak body, so it is better to die early......

Chu Rin: "......"

The fire was a little stronger, and Drinking Ice sat in front of the fire, turning the rabbit with the sword in it.

"It's been almost an hour," Chu Rin didn't want to pay attention to Chu Yun, turned around and whispered, "How can Liuliu sleep?"

Chu Yun still accosted: "It should be a side effect of the antidote pill she took."

"Hmm, uh-"

There was a muffled grunt from the side, and Luan Tilan was tied to the trunk of a tree, with sackcloth stuffed in his mouth, and he could only look at them with murderous eyes, roaring from his throat.

Drinking Bing ignored her, her blue eyes flashed, she walked in front of Chu Yi, put the roast rabbit meat that exuded a rich fragrance and shook it between Chu Yi's nose.

However, Chu Yi still didn't react.

"Don't wake up, just let her sleep." Chu Rin said helplessly.

At this time, a cold tear slipped from the corner of Chu Yi's eyes.

Yu Bing wondered, "Ah Yi, is it that you are crying for hunger?"

As she spoke, ignoring Chu Yun's expectant expression, she tore off the rabbit leg and ate it.

Finally, a team of Dingyuan troops who were in charge of chasing Luan Tikong rushed back.

The personal soldiers led by him ran in front of Chu Rin, with an embarrassed expression: "General, the third prince, he is incompetent, so he let Luan Tikong run away-"

The corners of Chu Rin's mouth twitched, trying to calm his qi and blood, suppressing his anger and interrupting him: "Ran away? What are you doing to eat, the forest is not big, Liuliu has asked you to guard the entrances and exits, how can Luan Tikong run? Can he fly?"

The soldier scratched his head, and then said, "But, but, someone killed him one step faster than the lowly one......

Chu Rin: "Aren't you fucking going to finish your words in one breath?"