"Why is he fighting to enjoy his life after doing all the bad things, but my people are innocent and tragic, and the whole clan will not die well?"

Fuyan thought of the tragic death of his own people, and pieces of corpses floated in the East China Sea, and the blood stained the East China Sea red.

The hatred in my heart is like an endless weed, endless.

The smoke stood quietly, standing in the void, as if returning to the bloody wind and rain of three hundred years ago. She stood on the shore of the East China Sea, and although she was wounded, she was full of joy and wanted to marry that man.

When she rushed back, it was too late.

His father, Huang Yuzhu, was forcibly dug out of the heart, and her mother was dying, with a hideous scratch on her neck, and the eyes containing billions of stars in her hollow eye sockets were gone.

The thick smell of blood filled her nostrils, and the people who had died at the bottom of the sea were lifelessly stacked on top of each other.

The smoke is going crazy.

In an instant, the world was spinning, how could this be, why was it happening.

How in just a few days, everything has changed.

A trembling bloody hand grabbed the corner of her coat and shook it slightly, as if using all his strength.

"Princess Floating Smoke, little princess, she ...... Ahem," he said, and before he could say that, blood foamed out of his mouth.

Fuyan suddenly thought: What about the little sister?

She was eager to find someone to ask what had happened, and what kind of catastrophe had the East China Sea experienced during her absence.

His parents died tragically, and his clan was wiped out. My sister and her husband are missing.

The floating smoke that was about to get married, stood in a daze, and was hit like a wave one by one, straight to the bottom of his heart.

There are so many things to come up with, but I can't come up with an idea.

"Do you want to know what's going on?"

In the silence, a voice suddenly appeared. The voice was hoarse, as if it came from the Infernal Hell, with a thick darkness and despair.

Fuyan turned his head sharply, only to see a ghost-like man appear behind him: a black suit covered by a huge dark cloud of gold, with a dull wooden mask on his face, and there were only two holes in the mask, which were visible, and nothing else.

Fuyan looked vigilantly at the sudden appearance of extreme vigilance in front of him: "Who are you?"

The man snorted coldly, paused and laughed again, and asked with some sneer: "Does it matter who I am?

Fuyan took a step back and blocked the tragic situation of her parents, although they were dead, but at least they kept the dignity of their royal family.

Fuyan said: "Having said that, who are you the murderer of my clan?"

The wind blew, with the smell of blood rushing straight into Fuyan's nose, Fuyan endured the grief and indignation in his heart and physical discomfort, trying not to show a little horse's feet, so that others could see his injuries.

Seeing that Fuyan was so stubborn and a little curious, the man casually folded off a peach blossom beside him that was half-opened and had a declining trend, enjoyed it for a while, and said, "If I were the murderer of your entire clan, I would not be standing here so leisurely talking to you at this moment." ”

Fuyan's face was slightly pale, but his face was ugly because of his next sentence: "You also know the one who killed your whole clan, it's your fiancé, Meng Ran." ”

"Don't talk nonsense here!" An angry reprimand, Fuyan's figure suddenly appeared to attack him, but was easily defused by the man, who mocked: "The end of the strong crossbow." Backhand restrained the struggling floating smoke: "Instead of trying to kill me, it's better to save some of your weak strength to deal with him." ”

Fuyan glared at him, his eyes fierce.

Seeing the floating smoke like this, the man turned into a water mirror, showing the events that had happened in the East China Sea in the past few days, including how Meng Ran pretended to be sick and led his troops to attack, how he deceived the trust of his father and queen mother, and how his own people died tragically......

Everything seemed to be happening right in front of her eyes.

The last picture of the water mirror is Meng Ran holding a beautiful woman in his arms, the woman is delicate and soft attached to his body, but the words she says are extremely vicious: "Brother Meng, Jiu'er heard that the more pure the heart of the merman, the better her eyes will be, and I will look at her eyes." Let's take her away and go back to the house and take out her eyes. ”

Lying motionless and dying in front of them was her unworldly sister.

The smoke was about to burst, and the heart was dripping blood, and the blood was pouring into the throat one by one.

"Sister ......"

A mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

There was some disappointment in the man's eyes, thinking that Fuyan was so depressed that he couldn't stand up anymore, and when he was about to look for his target again, Fuyan raised his head and his eyes were calm.

The man subconsciously avoided her gaze, which was so cold that it seemed to pierce everything in his heart.

Fuyan said indifferently: "I don't care why you came this time, as long as you can let me kill those two bastards, as long as you need it in the future, you will not hesitate to go to the soup and fight the fire." ”

The man's eyes showed approval, and it was comfortable to communicate with a cheerful person.

He took out a black pill and handed it to her: "You can take this medicine first, and it will be useful when the time comes." I'll hold your injuries down first. ”

Fuyan nodded, not speaking.

She was so calm, she didn't look like she had just lost her parents.

As soon as Fuyan's injury was suppressed, she got up and nodded to see if she could go. The man hadn't been in contact with a living creature for a long time, and he didn't realize what he was going to do with the smoke next.

When he arrived, all five hundred and seventy-four people in the General's Mansion were dead, and within a radius of five miles, the blood and qi condensed together seemed to turn into mist.

The man stared at what was happening in front of him in a daze, and his mind went blank.

Fuyan walked towards Jiu'er step by step, and the smile on her face was a little hideous: "You said her eyes are good-looking?"

Every time she took a step, Jiu'er took a step back, and when there was no way back, she touched Meng Ran's already cold body, and her spirit collapsed.

She cried and crawled towards the floating smoke, snot and tears, not a beauty at all, she begged bitterly: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me go, I beg you, I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, it's me who doesn't know what to do, it's me who has a bad heart, I deserve death." She sobbed, her face full of sorrow: "Please wait for me to give birth to Brother Meng's child, you will kill or scrape me and never resist, please let me keep the child......"

Fuyan's eyes turned red, and a sneer tugged at the corner of her mouth: "Child, you actually have a child?" She slowly aimed at Jiu'er's stomach, slid up and down slightly twice, and then made no other movements.

Jiu'er thought that Fuyan was going to let herself go, and was about to say something, when Fuyan's knife suddenly exerted force and stabbed straight into Jiu'er's stomach.

She looked coldly at Jiu'er, who was lying on the ground, with a face full of disbelief, and her face was expressionless: "Since he is your child, then you can get together below." ”