Huang Yu's tone was still flat, but the deep concern could not be concealed no matter what, and Nan Muli lowered his eyes and said yes.

He didn't dare to look at Huang Yu, his heart was full of words, and he couldn't be clear in front of people, so he had to be silent.

"This king's patience is limited, and if he doesn't finish it, it's not too late to keep it in the underworld. ”

Shuyi's gaze swept over Nan Muli and looked at Huang Yu, this glance, there was disappointment, there was pity, Huang Yu looked at him and thought, after such a long time, Shuyi is still exactly the same, exactly the same ruthless, exactly the same thing.

But there are also differences, such as the gentleness when he looks down at the heart of the painting.

Shuyi turned around and left, and Huang Yu followed without saying a word.

"What secret?" Walking to the side mountain where no one was, Shuyi didn't have the patience to talk to Huang Yu and asked bluntly.

Huang Yu didn't answer, but said in a low voice, "The prince needs to promise Huang Yu, once Huang Yu dies, all the old grievances will be gone, and no one will be held accountable." ”

Shuyi's eyebrows immediately hardened, and he frowned, "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with this king." ”

Huang Yu raised his eyes and secretly swept Shuyi's slender and graceful figure, how good-looking he was, eight years of time did not leave half a trace on him, and the surging phoenix eyes swept away, and snatched away her heart.

But that heart, he abandoned it like a shoe, and never accepted it.

"Childe, don't you understand?" she raised her eyes to look at Shuyi, and said with a sad mouth, "The poison of devouring gods really has nothing to do with Nan Muli, the murderer is actually in the city!"

Shu Yi replied coldly, "You know why I moved Qingcheng, not for the poison of devouring gods, but for the fire of Lishui." ”

Huang Yu instantly understood that in fact, Shuyi already knew who the real murderer was, and today he deliberately engaged in this night trial drama in order to make it bigger and force her to appear.

"Childe, you are bent on avenging Xiao Nuan, have you ever thought that if Xiao Nuan has a spirit in the sky, would she wish Childe to kill the murderer behind the scenes?"

Huang Yu's words hit Shuyi's weakness, and his cold and hard expression immediately became tired, if it weren't for Nanxun's sake, how could he tolerate that person living until now?

Seeing Shuyi's face moved, Huang Yu continued to persuade, "The deceased is dead and cannot be traced, why not choose to forgive, so that the deceased can rest in peace." ”

"Heh~" In the silent dark night, there was an abrupt mockery, and the next moment, Huang Yu had been slapped out by the painting heart, Shuyi turned his head to look, and the painting heart, who had been silent, pulled out the Chaohuang sword on Huang Yu's waist with cold eyes, and pointed at Huang Yu steadily.

She swept her eyes lazily and laughed sarcastically, "What is there a spirit in the sky, the red lotus karma has been burned, that is the corpse and bones are gone, and the spirit is destroyed, and I have seen her wreckage in the deserted temple on the shore of Lishui, a sword seals her throat, and she dies without looking away!"

Shuyi and Huang Yu both showed painful and surprised expressions on their faces, and these misery, far from what they imagined, only He Guang Tongchen and Huaxin had witnessed with their own eyes.

When it comes to the deserted temple, the painting will inevitably think of her first encounter with Heguang Tongchen, he is dressed in a clear breeze and moon, she is miserable and embarrassed, dark night, dead corpses, red candles, ambush...... It's really a miserable memory, but it's enough for her to never forget.

The long street crosses the souls of the dead, and the broken temple shelters from the wind and rain.

A holy monk in front of the Buddha, barbecue comfort beauty.

She could never forget the compassion in his eyes, just as he could never forget the compassion of her sacrificing heart.

The snow is falling, the wind is blowing, it is a cool and thin taste, the painting heart slowly paced, approaching Huang Yu, but suddenly turned around, coldly squinted at Shuyi, "On the shore of Lishui, ten miles of long street, is Nan Xunnuan the only one who died in the sea of fire? Why do you want to shield the murderer behind the scenes for her alone! What qualifications do you have to choose forgiveness for those dead souls!"