The festive wedding had now become a battlefield of killing, and the guards of the Taiping Pavilion had closed all exits at the same time, and in the hall where the wedding was held, a large group of ghostly swords and ironclad warriors had come out of nowhere, each armed with sharp blades, and surrounded the guests.

Seeing this scene, Yan Shuiyao's face was much better, and his waist was straightened. looked at everyone present coldly, picked up the broken sword that fell to the ground, and walked to Yan Yun, who was supported by Yan Wuji. King Wuwei didn't have the aura of Yan Wuji, and he was only afraid that it would be worse than just now.

"Lord Wang, victory is within reach, why are you not happy. Yan Shui Yao looked at Yan Yun suspiciously.

Yan Yun didn't answer him, but pushed Yan Wuji's arm away, sat down on the first place that had been empty, sullenly he let out a long sigh, looking at the cold moon who was not shocked, he knew that in fact, everything was still in the hands of this young man.

Han Yue bowed to Yan Yun and said: "The prince is eloquent and strategic, and his talent can be the master, but it's a pity that now that the world is peaceful and prosperous, I really don't want the world to regenerate waves, so the prince's life-saving grace has to repay virtue with grievances." ”

Yan Yun's face gradually turned pale, and a drop of blood began to ooze out of the wound, Yan Wuji just shouted, but Yan Yun waved his hand to signal him not to make a sound, and his old voice sounded.

"You kid, I should have killed you sooner. Now, it's too late. You and God Bai Yu are both very smart, but you have one more thing than him, you are more cunning than him!"

Han Yue didn't speak, he looked at Yan Yun now, this old man in the twilight, who didn't seem to care about anything now. Yan Shuiyao looked at it inexplicably from the side, and was even more angry at the calmness of the cold moon in his heart, and the broken sword in his hand pointed at the cold moon,

"Kill him!"

Three armor-clad guards rushed forward, Han Yue retreated, dodging the attack of several people, but behind him were ten black-clothed and iron-clad ghosts, Han Yue could only retreat again, if he retreated, he would definitely be forced out of the door, and he would be greeted by a large number of guards surrounding him outside the door, and at that time he would be unable to fly.

"Come back!"

Yan Yun snorted coldly, and the Heavenly Ghost Warrior who was originally pursuing retreated and stayed by Yan Yun's side. Yan Yun looked at the ten people in front of him and said, "From now on, the task of the few of you is to protect the safety of the young master and take him out safely, understand?"

"Yes!" shouted ten men in unison.

Seeing this situation, Yan Shui said strangely: "Lord Wang, this is our big victory!"

Yan Yun shook his head, his nephew was still too young, and his voice was full of loneliness: "Didn't you notice that we have one less person here?"

"One less?"

Yan Shui looked around, Zhao Xu was still lying on the chair, there was nothing unusual, Gongzi Xin did not make the slightest move, and he and Ao Lie were now also confronting Gong Rou. Is there one person missing? Yan Shuiyao's heart moved, and he suddenly found that Zhao Lingxin, who was originally the heroine today, was now gone. And when he looked at Zhao Xu again, he suddenly remembered that according to the medicinal effect of cartilage, Zhao Xu couldn't sit on the chair so peacefully now.

"Them?"

"Zhao Xu wasn't poisoned at all, Han Yue had been talking to attract our attention before, and now I think the outside of the Taiping Pavilion has been surrounded by groups. In this game, we lost!" As soon as Yan Yun finished speaking, he heard the sound of fighting outside the door.

At the door, a white figure appeared again, and Han Yue walked in with a smile, and behind him was Zhao Lingxin. A large number of soldiers quickly entered, and at the same time, Yan Yun looked at Yan Wuji and said, "Ji'er, go quickly!"

After that, he suddenly burst out of his chair, no one thought that a person who had shed so much blood would have such explosive power, and by his side, Yan Shuiyao also started to fight with the only remaining soldiers, he must escape, as long as he goes out of this door, if he pleads in front of his father and emperor, there may still be life if he quibbles. If Yan Yun is killed here, so many witnesses will die in vain.

And at the same time as Yan Yun, there was also Zhao Xu, a general and a veteran Feng Gu, the sword of the first emperor in his hand, staring at Yan Yun in the crowd, so merciless in his hands. His swordsmanship is rough and heroic, more like knife art. Yan Yun has always been deeply hidden, and the palm technique of entering the white blade with one empty hand makes it watertight, but he has been injured before, and now every time he moves, the wound on his body is affected by a point. And Zhao Xu made it all a move to break the enemy with force, and he had to fight hard.

"Hanyue, I'll kill you!" Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people around him, and the hope of survival was getting smaller and smaller, Yan Shui Yao rushed towards Hanyue like crazy, but the broken sword in his hand was completely lost, and his body was already stained with blood.

"Childe, why are you doing this!"

With a sigh, the sword innocent let out a soft roar, is it singing the last memorial song for another unjust soul who died under the sword? or is it sad for the one who will drink blood again, but no matter what, the ending has been written from the beginning, and the cleverness is mistaken by the cleverness, and the agency is too clever to calculate, and the surname of Qingqing is repeated.

The sword flashes, and the head falls!

On the other side, Zhao Xu's battle was also over quickly, Yan Yun finally collapsed due to physical exhaustion, and before he died, the last thing he said was that he never regretted doing this.

Yes, who is willing to always live in the shadow of others, Yan Yun is unwilling, and Yan Shuiyao is not willing. After they're dead, maybe someone else will do something even more bizarre because they don't want to. The world is full of contradictions, and we live in contradictions. If a person wants to live without troubles, he should find a place to bury himself early, so that all the troubles will be gone.

However, in the end, Yan Wuji still escaped. It's just such a lost dog, if he wants to live well on the rivers and lakes in the future, the effort he needs to pay is thousands of times that of before.

Outside the long pavilion, the sun is setting, and the withered grass is connected to the end of the earth, which is a little desolate. The two stood side by side under the remnant sun, staring at each other speechlessly, only occasionally the geese in the sky flew by, making one or two wild goose chirps.

"Speaking of which, thank you very much this time!" the man finally spoke.

"Thank me for what?" the woman asked.

"Thank you for believing in me, that tip?" the man said.

"Lost. The woman said indifferently.

"What!" the man was taken aback, and was about to ask, when he suddenly saw the woman laughing, and immediately understood that he was really playing tricks on him. Pretend to be annoyed. "How dare you lie to me!"

"Who told you to lie to me first, you tell me honestly, what did you put in the cup of tea you asked me to change for my father?"

"Uh!" The man suddenly became very quiet, stopped talking, and after a while, suddenly jumped away, laughed and said, "It's Croton, I gave him a Croton." Who made him look down on me before. ”

"You!"

The woman chased the man, and the two of them frolicked under the sky, cherishing this beautiful time.

"Hey, I said, when are you going to marry me!"

"If you want to marry me, in the next life. ”

The wind blew, and a delicate silk brocade bag leaked out of the haystack. There was a piece of paper flying out of it, it was the third bag that Han Yue gave to Zhao Lingxin, in fact, Zhao Lingxin did not open the third bag, the reason why he and his father Zhao Xu left suddenly was because Han Yue secretly transmitted the sound.

So she had no idea what was in the third bag that Hanyue had given her, and the breeze blew, and a piece of paper stretched out, with only three words on it.

I love you!

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