The two talked sweetly, fragrant and glamorous, and chatted without a word, this joy seemed to be endless, Dao'er was intentionally committed, and Yang Wentian almost couldn't hold it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info finally Dao'er didn't want to be looked down upon by Yang Wentian, and Yang Wentian also wanted to marry Ming Media, so he endured it bitterly.

Until midnight, Yang asked genius and said, "I'll go back to the palace, and I'll come when I go." ”

Dao'er couldn't hold back and said, "I'..... With you...."

Yang asked Tianqi and said, "Are you afraid that after I go back, I will run away with those handsome little Langjun?"

Dao'er chuckled and said, "I'll knock you a bad guy!" Okay, I'll wait for you here, if you don't come back for an hour, I will beg Mr. Wu Qi to break into the palace and arrest you." ”

Yang Wentian said goodbye to her and kissed her, climbed out of the window, and looked for a way forward.

I don't know why, tonight is really cold, the cold wind blows and the dark clouds move, blocking the moonlight, leaving only a thick ink-like darkness, fortunately, there are lanterns lit on the side of the road, hanging oil lamps, Yang Wen genius can see it really.

When he thought of his mother, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "I only coaxed and didn't care about my mother, which is a little wrong." But my mother's face is like a singing, and she can't count her crying and laughing, how can I know if she is true or false?"

All the way to the palace, came to the outside of the palace, looked up to see this magnificent building, and said secretly: "I left with the Tao'er, it really shouldn't, but if not, how can I be worthy of the Dao'er a piece of sincerity? Moreover, it only took a year and a half, and when the two of us have been decided, the child is healthy, and then come back to ask for the mother's understanding. ”

Suddenly, the wind on both sides was moving, and two people rushed over silently, Yang Wentian was startled, and saw that these two people were dressed in black, blending into the night, almost invisible. He hurriedly responded, and his palms slapped out at the same time, and the palm force was sharp, and the two of them blocked the horizontal knife, and with a buzz, the blade flew out far away.

After changing the move, Yang Wentian was even more frightened: "There must be a rebellion in the palace, and the enemy is by no means idle." These two people are just looking at the wind here, they are already hard hands!" In a hurry, he used the "Yang Chasing Palm Technique", pressed down with both hands, and a firelight appeared in front of the two like a wheel, spreading outward, and with a bang, the two of them snorted in unison, and immediately lay down.

Yang Wentian knew that his martial arts had made great progress, and he felt a little relieved, but he immediately panicked, flew and jumped on the wall, and just looked down, four or five people grabbed it. Yang Wentian's hands were like the wind, clapping several palms in a row, when the real fire was blowing with the wind, it could not be contained, how could those five people expect his martial arts to be so strong?

Yang Wentian thought: "If I met these five people 20 days ago, I would have to be tired enough. "When I saw the situation in the house, I was shocked and angry: the soldiers and guards in the house were staggered, covered in blood, lying everywhere, and not one of them survived.

He thought about it for a while, like falling into an ice cave, worried: "The thief is powerful, my mother.... But don't make a bad mistake to the thief and the enemy!" But after thinking about it again, he had hope again: "My mother has eight King Kongs, twelve tigers and wolves around her, and hundreds of ironclad and crossbow dead soldiers desperately guarding it, no matter how sudden the enemy comes, no matter how vicious the martial arts are, they will not be able to stop my mother's way." ”

Even though the idea was good, he still couldn't rest assured, and ran wildly under his feet, only wishing that he didn't have another pair of legs. Walking through the garden, outside the study, I saw more corpses, all of them were people from the palace, among them there were people who had known each other since childhood, and in the dark, he stepped on the ground, sticky and slippery, it was blood. Yang Wentian was sweating profusely, his breathing was uneven, he couldn't hold his breath, and before he knew it, tears were flowing down his cheeks.

He wiped it violently, and said in his heart: "Don't think nonsense now, hurry up, see your mother early, and feel at ease early!"

Not long after, when I arrived outside the rockery in the garden, I finally heard a shout, speaking in Mongolian, and the tone was urgent: "Revenge, avenge the princess!"

Yang Wentian seemed to have been hit on the head, his thoughts were gone, and he was in chaos, just thinking: "I heard it wrong, I heard it wrong!" Striding forward, jumping over the rockery, he saw a large group of people fighting each other in front of him, with all his internal organs on the ground, and his stumps and limbs were broken, which was really miserable and cruel.

Among the remaining people, some of the palace guards, known as the Eight King Kongs, were a group of monks from the Western Regions, and Yang Wentian shouted: "What about my mother?

The monks did not answer, only gritted their teeth, waved their blades, and greeted a person in the middle, who was wearing night clothes, and his body was pitch black, revealing only a pair of eyes. In addition to these nine people, there were many other onlookers, all dressed in black, who were none other than the Assassins.

Suddenly, one of the women laughed, pointed at Yang and asked, "Is it you? You're the little prince? I didn't think it was you?"

Yang Wentian's eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, and he only asked, "Where is my mother?"

The woman took off her mask, and removed the cloth on her head, revealing a beautiful face, a pair of sheep's horns, and she smiled: "Little prince, do you still recognize me?"

Yang Wentian naturally recognized that she was the demon girl Qiu Yang who he met in the Fengyi clan, but he didn't bother to pay attention to this coincidence, and shouted hoarsely: "Hand over my mother!"

Qiu Yang pursed her lips, under the firelight, Chu Chu was pitiful, but the corners of her mouth were full of smiles, she said: "I can't hand it over, I can only let you take a look." After that, he snatched something from another man's hand, Chaoyang Wentian shook it, Yang Wentian squinted his eyes, and saw that the object was a skull, and the head was stained with blood, and he vaguely saw that it was a woman.

In an instant, he shouted in his heart: "Enough, enough, that's fake, don't think about it anymore!"

The man's voice was bitter, and he said, "Qiu Yang'er, I cut off this head, and Princess Jiuhe was killed by me, how can you take credit?"

Qiu Yang said angrily: "Zhang Xiuzhen, you really love to care, and in the end, it is all the credit of Brother Lingwang, why are you so stingy?"

That Zhang Xiuzhen sighed, removing the disguise, it was the obscene old way under the Spirit King before.

Yang Wentian fell into chaos, he didn't dare, didn't want to, couldn't believe that the owner of the head was his mother, and suddenly, the person who was fighting with the Eight King Kongs flew into the air, swept his legs, ping-pong, and kicked the monks to the point, and the monks spit blood from their mouths, and their ribs were broken and died.

This person is also extremely powerful, far beyond what Yang Wentian can do, but Yang Wentian can't care about being afraid, he only looks at the head on Qiu Yang's hand, desperate to see the traces of being deceived. Yang Wentian's tears were hazy, blurring his vision, his lips trembled, and his hands kept wiping his tears, but he couldn't wipe them clean.

Qiu Yang frowned and said, "Zhang Xiuzhen, you are too ruthless, how can there be so much blood? Her son can't see her, how cruel is this?"

Zhang Xiuzhen shouted: "It was the leader who smashed her body, and the blood splashed on her face." ”

The leader didn't know who it was, but Yang Wentian easily saw the man surnamed Wan who had seen him in Yunnan, he was burly, standing behind that Zhang Xiuzhen, standing still, calm, but his eyes were faintly shining with green fire.

He said in a trembling voice, "Why? Why are you so ruthless? Why do you want to deceive me with a fake corpse?"

Everyone laughed, and Qiu Yang said: "I didn't lie to you, what kind of important person are you? Why do you need this fake head?"

Yang Wentian knew that the eight monks were the first-class strong opponents around his mother, and they were the most loyal, and they were still no match for one of the enemies, and his mother's fate could be imagined, his last hope was dashed, and his mind recalled the last voice and smile of Princess Jiuhe, she cried and said: "You son of a son, you will provoke your mother... Angry..."

This was the last conversation he had with his mother? Did she die with resentment and grief towards him? Why did this happen? Why didn't he stay, talk more with his mother, coax her, and deceive her? Why did he leave all the time, and even make up his mind to marry Dao'er and disobey her for some hard time?

Everyone took off their masks one by one, three of them were under the Spirit King, and the others were full of flesh and hateful faces, Yang Wentian didn't recognize them, and he didn't know why they were wearing masks, let alone why they wanted to kill their mother.

One of them shouted in Mongolian: "Yang Wentian, your mother colluded with traitorous ministers, intending to kill the emperor, seek power and usurp the throne, and rebel, if you want to save a life, you will stay, confess your guilt, and testify against your mother, the prince of Haishan is magnanimous, or he can spare you." ”

Yang Wentian thought: "Haishan? is this ruthless bastard? He's killing my mother? This bastard is afraid of my mother.... Prestige, with my mother's help Ananda, he will never be able to win the throne. But this mad man, he actually sent someone to kill his mother's relatives directly, why would this Spirit King's subordinates listen to this person's instructions?"

The black-clothed man who defeated the Eight King Kongs seemed to be the leader, and he beckoned to Qiu Yang, who bleated and reluctantly handed over the head to him. The leader changed his hand, handed it to Yang Wentian again, and said, "Take a closer look." ”

Yang Wentian seemed to have been cut by a thousand knives, holding his head tremblingly, looking at the facial features, it was indeed Princess Jiuhe, and the cold, dry blood on the head stained Yang Wentian's palm, which reminded Yang Wentian of his mother's last tears.

The man in black knotted his tongue, and when he was from the Western Regions, he said: "We wanted to keep her alive, but she would rather die than obey, and wanted to ignite the explosives and die with us, so we had no choice but to kill her." ”

Qiu Yang shouted: "That's all from you, I didn't see the explosives!"

Yang Wentian smiled bitterly: "Yes? I see." ”

His proud and strong mother, until the last moment of her life, when she was desperate, the enemy was still afraid of her.

What about you? Yang Wentian, these enemies are not afraid of you, they only regard you as a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy, and he has no backbone.

In the midst of grief, anger surged, Yang Wentian had no time to regret it, and he didn't want to cry and cry, to make people laugh, he wanted to make his mother proud of him, and he also wanted to make his enemies so frightened that he had to kill him.

He doesn't want to live anymore, so why die?

He put his head on the ground, shouted, and attacked the leader, and the Yang Chasing Divine Skill was activated, making this palm powerful and extremely fast. The leader shook his body and slapped his palm, and Yang Wentian's arm was numb, and he turned his head forward. The leader stepped aside and exclaimed, "You... The power of ..."

Yang Wentian's body bounced, his right palm came out again, and he bombarded the strong enemy, the leader braked quietly, blocked with his vertical palm, and the internal forces fought each other, Yang Wentian's ears buzzed, his whole body was out of strength, and his knees were so soft that they couldn't support it. But under his rage, the Chasing Sun Divine Skill worked like electricity, and in an instant, his strength recovered, and he rushed towards the leader again.

Even though the leader is a world of martial arts, but he was also forced by Yang Wentian to be in a hurry for a while, he guarded four moves, and finally found a flaw in the fifth move, a move "shocking thunder", hit Yang Wentian's chest, Yang Wentian's body rose into the air, and in the whirring, he flew over a courtyard, fell into the eyes, and the sky was dark.