The Third Thousand and Forty-Three Chapters Are Astonishing Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been Affectionate Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Eighty-Four)

The eyes of the general who fought on the battlefield were flushed with water, and tears flowed faintly. He looked up at the desolate sky stained with blood by the setting sun, and his chest was filled with anger and roar, which was like a sharp blade. It hurts, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Why?

Why?

Exactly why! !

Over the years, you have been deliberately thinking about it, and you don't want the country that the agency has finally come to.

Over the years, you have been strategizing and planning to conquer the world, and you don't want to enjoy the power that makes people in the world obsessed with glory and wealth.

You don't want to save your life in the past few years unless it was only through hardships and dangers.

What exactly do you want? !

Is it what you want to be in this situation now?

... Mo Liyan.

I don't know which soldier with red eyes, a roar of grief from the depths of his chest, piercing his heart: "Kill Han Jun!!"

"Kill Han Jun!!"

"Kill Han Jun!!"

Countless voices came in unison at this moment, overwhelming.

for a while,

The shouts are earth-shattering, the mountains and rivers are shaking!

Mo Liyan.

is their monarch.

more of their beliefs.

He succeeded to the throne for less than a year, but he stabilized the turbulent situation in a very short period of time.

he is……

O their king!

In the short silence, the most turbulent and fierce eruption was ushered in, and a new melee began again.

Swords, lights, swords and shadows, flesh and blood flying.

The endless slaughter and the bloody battlefield lined the setting sun in the sky. For a moment, it seemed that it was not the afterglow of the setting sun that dyed half of the sky red, but the crimson blood that covered the sky and dyed the picturesque mountains and rivers.

And all this,

Ranbai didn't care, not even a glance, her expression was calm from beginning to end, indifferent to the extreme calm, as if the thing she just experienced was irrelevant, neither sad nor happy.

In the depths of her eyes, all kinds of emotions were surging silently, and finally, in an instant, it returned to a deadly coldness.

She was covered in blood, she didn't care, she just stared at the dead person coldly for a long time.

Dye Bai slightly pursed her dry and pale lips,

She gently opened her lips, but she couldn't make a sound. Her thin lips were pressed into a straight line. After a long time, she reluctantly narrated indifferent word by word, much like a cold order. : "Mo Liyan... wake up."

After not getting any response for a long time, Ranbai suddenly reacted, and said calmly: "Forget, you are dead."

Mo Liyan died.

Mo Liyan actually died.

Mo Liyan...how can he die?

How could this be.

After being silent for a long time, she realized at the beginning that she had blood-stained her robe, but at that moment she didn't have any thoughts about it.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covered all the expressions in her eyes, she just stared at the long sword that penetrated the beating heart of a generation of emperors, and her name was engraved on the hilt.

The blade was still bleeding, it was his.

Ranbai raised his hand slightly, grabbed the sword, and slowly exerted force.

"Princess..." The noble young man in white clothes stared at the scene in a daze. He only felt as if his whole body was frozen in ice, and he was even trembling. It was difficult for him to control the broken eyes. Ignoring the surrounding killings, whoever blocked his pace, he killed someone without blinking an eye. The purpose was very clear. When he approached Yanbai, he whispered softly, and his voice became hoarse unconsciously.

Ranbai didn't even lift his eyes, just spit out a hoarse, indifferent and straight word: "Go away."

Xie Jinshu looked at the figure in the pool of blood with dark and complicated eyes, the afterglow of the setting sun outlined the outline of the girl like flowing blood, it was hazy, gloomy and dangerous: "I understand... But I have to remind you that you are at this moment. Must be calm."

Ranbai answered smoothly and neatly: "I'm very calm."

The young man in white was lined with the setting sun behind him, so he couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only see the outline of a profiled face, clean but sharp.

Those phoenix eyes reflected the girl's shadow.

Yes.

She is very calm.

At least it looks really calm.

But this calmness is even more chilling.

"Leave, don't force me to do it."

Listening to these concise words, Xie Jinshu didn't want to argue with Ranbai. After weighing it, he stepped back cautiously until the moment he turned around.

He heard the sound of "呲——", which made Xie Jinshu's back stiff.

The young man in white quickly glanced back and bumped into such a picture.

The sun was setting, and there were corpses everywhere.

The girl in red was full of evil spirits, and she was extremely cold and ruthless. She fiercely grasped the sword that pierced into Mo Liyan's heart, and pulled it out in a split second without hesitation or softness!

The blood splattered everywhere, gurgling blood flowing down the blade.

Xie Jinshu's eyes were full of blood, and for a while, his steps were so heavy that he couldn't move, and he could only stand there.

"You took your life as a game and paid such a tragic price just to let me kill you?" Ranbai held the long sword and whispered softly beside Mo Liyan's ear, is that only one person can listen to it? The voice he got, but now, that person can't hear it either.

She suddenly said in a heavy voice: "Mo Liyan, you are wrong."

Every word is bitten clearly, and it is repeated coldly: "You are wrong."

"you are wrong!"

"you are wrong!"

"I'll pay you back."

Behind her is the slaughter of the million army and a round of blood sun, very much like a demon spreading its huge wings, covering the sky and covering people, but it is reduced to her background, her red clothes are like blood, and her black hair is flying. , is a peerless posture.

"Power, status, or the world, you don't want it, and you don't want it now." Her tone was flat and calm, and she narrated to Mo Liyan in a low voice: "Thinking about it, I am the only one who has it. That's all that's left."

The dyed white fingertips gently rubbed the blood-stained long sword that had just pierced the emperor's heart just now, and stroked along the blade all the way. that moment--!

The sword in the girl's hand tumbled quickly, and a blood-colored afterimage swayed out. The speed was unbelievable, and she was stabbed at the position of her heart with her own hands!

The blade pierced the surface of the skin and penetrated the flesh.

The severe pain struck fiercely, as if it could tear people to shreds alive, and breathing began to become difficult, on the verge of suffocation.

a sword.

Piercing the heart.