Yan Zhiyu showed no mercy and slapped her on the face, causing her to become dizzy and stumble to the ground. His boots stepped on her palms that were supporting the ground, and her clothes were blown away by the strong wind in front of her.
Rolling up, the familiar incense, the unfamiliar cold poison, "Don't challenge my patience, you can't bear the consequences."
She seemed to only hear the sound of cracking her finger bones, but she didn't feel any pain at all. The heartache overshadowed everything else, and the pain was almost numb.
From beginning to end, she failed to shed a single tear. She lay half-lying on the ground, looking desperately at her second sister who was hanging in the air. Self-blame, guilt, hatred, rage, and despair were constantly gnawing at her heart.
Yan Zhiyu rolled up his robe and got off the tower.
Several iron guards stood beside her, looking at her coldly.
"Yan Zhiyu, I want your life!"
Below, the maid Fanghua roared angrily, followed by a scream. A shiver ran through her body. She suddenly got up and threw herself on the wall of the tower to look, only to see Fanghua lying in a pool of blood. Iron Guard
The spear passed through her heart. She held a sword in her hand, her eyes full of unwillingness and anger. She stared at Yan Zhiyu who was slowly walking over. He raised his blood-stained eyes and said coldly: "Put her in
Throw it into the hunting ground!"
The iron guard grabbed Fanghua's hair and dragged him on the bluestone street. Blood spilled from Fanghua's mouth, and Leng Fengqing looked sadly at Leng Fengqing on the city wall.
"Fanghua!" Leng Fengqing ran down like crazy, ignoring the pain in her belly, crawling and rolling, and cried loudly, "Yan Zhiyu, let her go, I promise you!"
Yan Zhiyu stood still, curled his lips coldly, turned his back to the person behind him, and slowly raised his hand, signaling the iron guard to release the maid Fanghua.
Leng Fengqing rushed over, knelt on the ground and hugged Fanghua. Fanghua was vomiting blood from her mouth, trying hard to hold up her head, tears falling from her eyes, and said with difficulty: "Master, this slave... failed to protect me.
.....Protect you, slave...I'm sorry for you!"
Leng Fengqing hugged Fanghua and burst into tears. Her hands were stained with blood, and her tears finally flowed wildly. "No, no, it's me who's sorry for you. It's me, it's me..."
Fanghua stopped breathing in her arms, her eyes widened, unwilling and angry!
Leng Fengqing hugged her and sat on the ground like this, letting the night wind blow wildly. Her heart went from crazy and furious at the beginning to despair and coldness now.
She later slowly let go of her youth, climbed to the top of the tower, untied the body of her younger sister Leng Fengyu, held it in her arms, and let out a sad growl like a wounded beast.
There was no one else around her, so she spent half the night hastily burying the bodies of Leng Fengyu and Fanghua outside the city. She took off her outer clothes, wrapped them both, knelt on the ground, and cried bitterly.
In order to save the lives of everyone in the Tianshu family, she opened a formation for Su Rushuang and borrowed the ancient and dark power of the Tiansuan family to change her fate against the will of heaven.
If you go against the will of heaven and change your fate, you will inevitably be counterattacked by the dark forces.
She lay extremely weak in the formation, feeling her life draining away inch by inch, but she would not die so quickly. The backlash had a process, and it would take a month at the earliest.
In the end, she had to kneel in front of Yan Zhiyu and beg him to let go of the members of the Tianshu family.