Castle Palace, among the houses on the left.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

“…”

Xue Cheng knelt on the ground, kowtowed again and again, and his eyes were filled with desolate ashes.

"You don't want to do this."

Tu Weiwei wanted to help him up, but as long as she took a step forward, Xue Cheng put the previously broken pieces on his neck.

The sharp notch of the porcelain flakes touched slightly, and blood appeared on the skin of the neck.

The overflowing bright red blood dyed the dazzling color on the porcelain pieces.

"Let me go."

Xue Cheng said with red eyes: "For a friend, can you give me Xue Cheng a freedom?"

"Death is your freedom?" Ye Ying asked gloomyly: "We met in Shenxuan and accompanied us all the way, from Xiaoyao City to Shenwu Chang'an, War Academy and then to the northern border, we are in Dongli and live and die. Faced with the ridicule of the world, we are warm to each other. You said you want to return to Chang'an to be the idle little Marquis Xue. Even though we are reluctant to leave, we know that there is no banquet that will last forever in the world. If you send me thousands of miles away, you will eventually part. It's just Xuecheng, at the end of your road, your destination, and your freedom are death? You are not afraid of death, are you still afraid of living?"

At the end of the day, Ye Ying was filled with pain.

Xue Cheng knelt on the ground, with his head hanging down, his expression quite dull.

It seems like thinking about what I want.

That day, after Shen Qingfeng said goodbye to him, he struggled alone in the secret room for a long time, like a degenerate madman.

With a "creaking", the door of the house opened and Chu Yue walked in from outside.

"Ah...Ah Yue..."

When Xue Cheng saw her, tears couldn't stop flowing out, and in a blink of an eye, his whole face was covered.

Chu Yue crossed the threshold, lowered her eyes and looked deeply at Xue Cheng.

Mr. Xue is no longer as romantic as the streets of Chang'an that day.

He is worldly tired, exhausted, decadent, and refuses any redemption related to light.

Chu Yue pursed her lips and said nothing. She pondered for a while before she walked towards him.

"No!"

"Don't come over!"

"A Yue, please."

Xue Cheng moved his knees on the ground and retreated frantically.

During this pull, the hem of clothes was piled up, revealing the ankles that were chained through the bones.

Chu Yue felt very uncomfortable and wanted to say something. When she spoke, she finally fell silent. Her hands hanging under her sleeves curled up lightly.

She said, "Even if you want to die, you should go to see him for the last time, right?"

"What did you say?"

Xue Cheng widened his eyes and asked in a daze.

Because as long as Shen Qingfeng's name is mentioned, Xue Cheng will be crazy and abuse, resulting in no one dares to mention it anymore, and Xue Cheng does not know the specific situation of Shen Qingfeng.

"Shen Qingfeng." Chu Yue whispered: "Go to see him. No matter what the result is, don't leave any regrets. If you think death is the destination, Brother Xue, when you calm down, you still want to choose this path. I will not stop you. You can also go with confidence. I will take good care of the Xue family in Chang'an, but now, follow your heart without regrets."

"he……"

Xue Cheng's lips trembled and he made a trembling voice.

Chu Yue gradually approached Xuecheng.

Xue Cheng was in a daze and there was no movement.

When approaching, Chu Yue took down the blood-stained porcelain pieces in his hands and between his neck, and said warmly: "Go."

Xue Cheng did not respond.

Chu Yue and Xiao Li looked at each other, then helped Xue Cheng up and took Shen Qingfeng to the place where he was.

There, Bu Hairou and Mrs. Mu were all trying their best to heal Shen Qingfeng, Scar King, and the dying disabled soldiers left on the battlefield.

There are ghosts.

Human warriors are also.

When Xue Cheng came, Shen Qingfeng was lying on the couch, and blood was constantly leaking from his mouth. The snow-white cloth strips that bandaged his shoulder blades, and blood was seeping out in an instant.

Shen Qingfeng's clothes were soaked in blood and turned red.

What was strongly contrasted with the blood was his bloodless face, pale as paper.

He half raised his eyes, his eyes were empty without any focal length, and his life characteristics seemed illusory in the air as if he would leave this world at any time.

"Master Chu."

Bu Hairou stood up with a serious expression.

Her hands and sleeves were stained with blood left by the treatment of the wounded, and there was a trace of fatigue between her eyebrows.

Chu Yue looked at King Scar and Shen Qingfeng, and then looked at the wounded on the ground. His mood became heavier and his eye wings were trembling slightly.

War is ruthless and cruel.

Even if it is victory, it is based on the accumulation of countless broken limbs and broken bones.

Behind the glory are often piled up with mountains of white bones.

"Shen Qingfeng is difficult to heal, he was poisoned."

Bu Hairou said with that.

"What poison is it?" Chu Yue asked.

Mrs. Mu walked over and said, "The Bone Lotus Gu Poison, this is a kind of poison that the Shen family in Qingqiu is good at. The Qingqiu Shen family can be based on the Qingqiu continent and become one of the top families. It relies on the technique of poison making. This Bone Lotus Gu Poison is a worm raised by the Red Lotus of the West Mountain to crawl into the bones of the victims and suck bone marrow for a living until there is no bone marrow in the victim's bones, only the venom left by the Bone Lotus Gu Poison."

"At this point--"

Bu Hairou took over the sentence: "The Shen family in Qingqiu can use sound techniques to pull the bone poison and control the victim. The victim's body will completely become a puppet, and they will often think that they will suffer from the torture caused by the venom. They need to take the antidote secretly made by the Shen family in Qingqiu regularly. Shen Qingfeng's injury was too serious. That knife almost cut off half of his body, most of the bones were broken, and the venom was soaked in the internal organs. Even the immortal Daluo was unable to make the world come back. My old lady and I tried our best to keep him alive for three days. Master Chu, make a decision."

"It's three days."

The person who spoke was not Chu Yue, but the weak Shen Qingfeng.

He finished speaking with all his might, took a few breaths, and looked at Chu Yue with a smile on his face.

When he saw Xue Cheng beside Chu Yue, the pain in Shen Qingfeng's eyes was like a surging undercurrent. After several ripples, he hid in the deepest part of unknown things.

"Is the bone lotus poison from the Shen family in Qingqiu?" Chu Yue asked.

Mrs. Mu shook her head: "Xiao Chu, at first, Princess Hairou and I thought it was poisoned by the Shen family in Qingqiu, but after observations over the years, I found that Mr. Shen had taken a forbidden pill called Yihua Dan. This pill was ordered to be banned by the Medicine God Sect hundreds of years ago because people taking this pill have extremely strong side effects and will bring loads to the heart meridians. Therefore, warriors who take Yihua Dan will eventually die of heart explosion. The function of Yihua Dan is the poison transfer technique."

Chu Yue has heard of the Flower Evolution Pill.

In the early years, when many rich children were poisoned, they would ask low-ranking warriors or death row prisoners to take elixirs to remove those terrible toxins.

At this point, it is clear.

The same is true for Xue Cheng.

The Shen family in Qingqiu has never poisoned Shen Qingfeng the bone lotus poison.
Chapter completed!