The wounded beast let out a strange growl, because it wanted to keep as much of its voice in its throat as possible, not wanting its weakness to be heard by anyone. But when the thigh muscles were cut off and fell into the snow in front of the Xue Mansion, Zhou Tong finally couldn't hold back and let out a miserable cry with pain.

This scream was covered up in the exclamation of Miss Xue Family, but it was still very clear, and everyone present heard it.

Miss Xue felt even more relaxed, and the Xue family steward trembled excitedly.

It stands to reason that Mrs. Xue, who should have reacted the most to this, was still able to maintain her composure and quietly looked at Zhou Tong who fell in the snow.

It was very quiet in front of the Xue Mansion, and only Zhou Tong's heavy wheezing sound could be heard.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Tong got up from the snow, stumbled and continued to walk towards the west of the long street, leaving a blood stain.

Mo Yu walked to the stone steps, turned to look at Mrs. Xue, and nodded.

A few years ago, Xue Xingchuan and her were both the most popular big names in the Tianhai Dynasty, and there were naturally exchanges between the two sides.

Mrs. Xue returned the salute very seriously and said, "Thank you." ”

Mo Yu didn't say anything, nodded again, and followed Zhou Tong.

Mrs. Xue looked at the warm but dark sky, thinking about that day, and silently said thank you to Chen Changsheng, who didn't know where.

At the end of the Tianhai Dynasty, her husband changed from a loyal minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty to a traitor, and Zhou Tong was obviously a traitor, but he became an important minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Of course, this is not fair, the question is, in this world where no one dares to hang a traitor, who will ask for justice for a traitor?

That day at the National Education College, she said that she only hated Zhou Tong and did not die, this is true hatred, hatred with despair, hatred to the bone.

At that time, Chen Changsheng didn't speak, didn't comfort, just looked at her quietly.

When he sent her out of the National Christian College, he asked her not to leave Kyoto.

That's promise.

He would kill Zhou Tong and let her see it.

So Mrs. Xue did not return to her hometown, but stayed in Kyoto.

She wanted to see it with her own eyes.

That's when she finally saw it.

From Xue Xingchuan being poisoned, to being exposed, to setting up sacrifices, until tonight, she rarely cried.

But at this time, two lines of very hot and even hot tears flowed from her eyes.

She took one last look at the picture of Zhou Tong crawling in the snow and struggling for his life, and instructed the steward: "Close the door." ”

Miss Xue was a little surprised, hugged her arm and said, "Mother, I still want to see it, I haven't seen enough." ”

Watching the powerful, invincible, and seemingly invincible enemy become a bruised wild dog, everyone will want to see it, and no one can see enough.

"Enough. ”

Mrs. Xue didn't know whether she was talking about this matter or her daughter, so she turned around and entered the mansion.

The door of the mansion slowly closed, blocking out many things and memories.

......

......

There was snow everywhere on the road of peace, and blood was everywhere on the snow.

More and more blood flowed out of Zhou Tong's body, and even more toxins became much lighter, and the dwindling blood returned to some red.

There are more and more blood mouths on his body, densely packed, east and west, looking extremely miserable.

The blood was very delicate, deep and positional enough to make him feel extreme pain, but not to cut off his vitality immediately.

When the sword was drawn, Mo Yu's beautiful face was full of emotion, extremely indifferent, and with the blood-stained palace clothes, she looked like a maid of death.

From time to time, the light of the sword illuminates the dim snow street.

Zhou Tong struggled to move forward in the snow, unable to stand firmly, often using both hands and feet to move forward for a distance, looking like he could fall down at any time and never get up again. He could no longer suppress his pain and fear, keep his old wolf-like silence, and could hear a terrible howl whenever the sword light was on.

It was the most humiliating and torture of body and mind, a torture that never seemed to stop.

This was originally a Ling Chi.

If it were someone else, no matter how strong the will was, I was afraid that it would collapse at this time, and even if I didn't kneel and beg for mercy from the enemy, I would have tried everything to commit suicide. But Zhou Tong didn't, because he had tortured and humiliated too many people in his life, tortured too many innocent people, he had seen the darkest and most painful pictures in the world, he had seen the real hell, his heart was like a stone soaked in poisonous water for 70,000 years, and every piece of moss born on it was the embodiment of sin. Even though Mo Yu's cruel methods made his body and soul tremble, he still couldn't make him surrender, whether it was to her or to fate, he would never meet death on his own before death came, on the contrary, he was still like a beggar desperate for the final victory.

――As long as you can climb through this long street of blood, you can win.

He screamed, then said to himself in his heart.

The twilight grew thicker and thicker, turning into night, and the snow on the road of peace reflected the starlight, which was not enough to illuminate the world.

I don't know when, suddenly a dim light fell, falling on Zhou Tong's body, through the terrifying wound, you can clearly see the bones,

The light in the distance has no temperature, but Zhou Tong felt that his body suddenly became warm, when he was in the small courtyard, his eyesight had been seriously damaged, it was blurry, and he could only see some approximation, but he was very sure that the light was on his right hand, that is, the north side of Ping'an Road.

It was the mansion that Cheng Taishi left in Kyoto before he returned to old age, and it was recently taken away by a powerful prince and turned into a royal mansion.

It took him a quarter of an hour, endured almost Ling Chi pain, climbed a distance of more than twenty zhang, and finally left the range of Xue Mansion and came here.

He endures because there is hope, and from the beginning, his hope was here.

His vision was still blurry, but his eyes lit up, as if some kind of flame had been ignited by the lamp.

He still had a little bit of True Yuan left, hidden in the deepest part of the meridians, no matter how sharp Mo Yu's sword was, no matter how ruthless his methods were, he was useless, because it was not enough to get him out of a desperate situation.

At this time, those dew-like true elements burned one after another, driving his body to sweep up from the snow and rush towards the light!

He swept to the palace, and without any strength, he fell heavily at the foot of the stone steps.

"I'm Zhou Tong! King Zhongshan save me!"

He shouted this sentence with the last of his strength.

He has never despaired, for countless years, he has played with the thoughts of countless people in the palm of his hand, and he knows very well that no matter Mo Yu or folding his sleeves, he will not let himself die immediately, especially when they are completely in control of the situation, because that will not be able to reveal the tyrannical emotions and revenge that everyone will have in the deepest part of their hearts.

That's his chance, and he has to take it.

He thought with anger and mockery, even if you princes want to pretend that you can't hear my screams, can you say that you can't hear my cries for help? He now has a hard time saying a word, but instead of shouting for help directly, he shouted that the prince saved me, and even didn't forget to shout the name of the prince, just so that the other party had to come forward.

I am Zhou Tong, a minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

I'm dying!

Please save me, King Zhongshan!

......

......

The snow clouds in the sky closed at some point, obscuring the starlight, and the light snow returned.

The door of Zhongshan Wangfu opened, many doors on both sides of Ping'an Road were opened, and many lights appeared in the night, very bright, even a little dazzling.

The long street in the night has become a milky way.

Zhou Tong was in the river, unable to suppress his emotions any longer, with an intoxicated look on his face, and laughed nervously.

Dozens of wind-breaking sounds sounded one after another, and the masters of the palace came to the street.

Mo Yu walked out of the light snow, a few zhang away from Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong looked at her, and his blood-stained face showed a fierce expression.

How are you going to kill me now? It's time for someone else to kill you.

The meaning of his eyes was very clear.

Mo Yu didn't even look at him.

The night breeze gently blew the palace skirt, and a light snow fell on her temples.

She looked at the brightly lit Ping'an Dao, looked at the dozen or so palaces, and said, "Niangniang is not good to you in a thousand ways, but at least there is one benefit." ”

This sentence is said to the princes who have not appeared so far.

"The sons of the first emperor are still alive. ”

The light shone on her face, becoming more and more bright and moving.

Her expression was still so cold, and there was a toughness between her eyebrows and eyes, faintly similar to the deceased one.

"There is not one left, you are all still alive. ”

"It's the mother, let you live until tonight. ”

"Tonight, I want you to return the favor. ”

"I want him dead. ”

The light snow fell lightly and silently, just like the silence of the long street at this time.

I don't know how long it was, but someone waved his hand in the light.

Zhou Tong's vision was blurred, and he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, and he could only see that the person was wearing a bright yellow shirt.

The Zhongshan Palace's Mansion was not closed, but the people who walked outside the mansion retreated.

What's going on?

Zhou Tong felt that this was ridiculous, and thought to himself, Lord Wang, aren't you afraid of Daozun's anger?

Mo Yu walked behind him.

Fear gripped his body again.

He gasped and crawled forward.

There are more than a dozen palaces on Ping'an Road, as well as the Tianhai family, and ministers, King Zhongshan is a madman, is everyone crazy?

He crawled and crawled and crawled and crawled and crawled and crawl

However, he was still far away, and the lights went out.

Even, the palace closed its doors.

Then, the sound of the heavy gate slowly closing was heard, and the lights on the street went out one after another.

The night is getting darker.

Zhou Tong is getting colder and colder.

He crawled through the cold and wet snow, the blood-stained streets, all the silence and perseverance, starting with hope, but finally ...... Despair.