A man in a black shirt stood upright next to a recently deceased person. The silver-white pistol in his hand was pressed against the head of a young man. His low and hoarse voice was full of coldness: "Where is she?"
"I really..." Before the young man could finish his words, his forehead was penetrated by a bullet.
The man in the black shirt turned around, with a cold look in his evil eyes, and said, "Kill them all." If he asked again, he wouldn't be able to get what he wanted.
After a few snaps, no one was left alive kneeling on the ground.
The man in the black shirt put away the silver-white pistol and left here without looking back.
Nangong Mei saw the massacre clearly from beginning to end. Her eyes never moved away from the man in the black shirt.
Even if she can only be a bystander, even if she can't walk into them, even if everything seems so in vain, she still wants to rush forward, hug the man in the black shirt, and loudly say to him, she is here! She
At this!
But everything was in vain, she could only watch the person she loved most walking past her, not knowing that she was here!
The man in the black shirt is Mr. Shangguan Mu.
The slanted bangs that crossed her eyebrows were swaying gently in the wind, but her eyes that should have been evil and charming were filled with deep pain, as if they were about to bleed.
There was a newly grown beard on his handsome face, which made him look so decadent when he was originally unruly.
Under the control of her consciousness, Nangong Mei's empty body followed him to the lakeside where they had fallen in love. She saw him standing there upright, his eyes looking so hollow and sad.
Cigarette butts piled up around him, starting from a few and then growing, and there were already a lot of them.
Nangong Mei looked at Shangguan Mu Shao who had lost a lot of weight with distress, and stretched out her slender fingers to touch his pale face, but her fingertips penetrated his face.
Her heart seemed to be torn apart by something, and scarlet liquid was flowing out.
She wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
She wanted to cry, but there were no tears in her eyes.
She wanted to get rid of such a powerless situation, but she was unable to do so.
She could only watch helplessly as he felt sorry for her and how old she had become in two months.
For several days in a row, Nangong Meidu followed Shangguan Mu Shao at every step, watching him frantically chasing down the remaining members of the Yan Gang, killing people constantly, and even using the power he least wanted to use - the Nangong family's
power.
After Nangong Mei assassinated the leader of the Yan Gang, he was rumored to have been poisoned and disappeared.
Life or death is uncertain!
He was busy looking for her every day and every night, but she was clearly by his side, but she couldn't reach out to smooth his frown.
Her heart was bleeding, but she still insisted on staying by his side, even though there was a voice in the dark that kept pulling her away.
A full half month has passed, and the capital city is approaching, but Nangong Mei still shows no sign of waking up.
Luo Ming frowned and stood beside her bed, looking at her peaceful sleeping face with cold eyes. She was sleeping very comfortably!
He sat next to her bed, gently caressed her snow-white skin with his slender fingers, narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and said evilly: "Don't even think about escaping from me like this!" After saying that, he said softly.
Liang's lips kissed her red lips domineeringly, and his smooth tongue attacked the city wantonly.
He kissed her crazily, depriving her of life's oxygen tyrannically. He was forcing her, but just when she was about to truly suffocate, she still did not open her eyes that always looked at others coldly.
He had to let go of her lips, but bitten a scar on her lips. The taste of blood was all too familiar.
His thin lips were stained red by her blood, looking so alluring. But he gave a sneer and whispered: "Mei'er, don't you hate me touching you the most, then I am now
I'm going to kill you! If you don't open your eyes, you'll have no chance to resist!" He wanted to call her Hange. After all, in his heart, this was her true identity, but he couldn't call her out.
He wanted to call her Meier, and this was the first time he called her that.
His blood-stained lips printed blood roses one after another on her snow-white skin. He kissed every corner of her body. He took her to the wind and clouds of Wushan again and again.
Exhausted and disappointed, he hugged her and fell into a deep sleep.
How much he hoped that after he fell asleep, she would open her eyes, sneak away from his arms, or point a sharp weapon at his throat again. He knew that she couldn't do it, even if she
Killing like hemp!
He had always known that she wanted to kill him in the middle of the night, but he took the gamble and won so thoroughly!
This time, he still wants to gamble, and he still wants to win perfectly!
The fiery red sun still broke through the darkness and emerged from the clouds. It spread its light and heat over the vast land.
War King Luo Ming still did not leave the carriage and stayed by Nangong Mei's side.
The carriage where Xingyue once acted coquettishly in Luo Ming's arms could not be entered by her now.
However, she didn't even dare to complain. Seeing Luo Ming's eyes without any warmth, she had lost all the strength to speak.
Perhaps, she had never really been favored by him! Or maybe, this was just her discomfort with the different Luo Ming!
The luxurious carriage moved forward smoothly, and Luo Ming lay lazily on his side, quietly looking at the person sleeping peacefully in his arms.
If she just fell asleep, if she was willing to let him hold her as she slept, how wonderful it would be! His heart would not be as cold as it is now.
He tenderly pressed a kiss on her forehead, but said coldly: "I will give you three more days. If you don't wake up, I will kill Shangguan Ziyan in three days... He
My life is now decided by you!"
He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, but said coldly: "I will give you three more days. If you don't wake up, I will kill Shangguan Ziyan in three days... He
My life is now decided by you!"
A few snow-white clouds occasionally drifted through the clear blue sky, and the cool autumn had begun to turn cold, and it was already the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.
The long team was still moving forward. The capital was right in front of them and could be reached in a few days. All the soldiers were extremely excited.
However, the prisoners being escorted still wore thin prison clothes and endured the increasingly cold weather.
Shangguan Ziyan had his hands tied and was walking feebly.
His eyes were lifeless and hollow, as if he was just a body without a soul.
He already knew the order issued by Luo Ming. When the sun sets today, he will die.
But he didn't feel sad for his impending death, but a feeling of emptiness from which his heart had been hollowed out.
Since Luo Ming wants him to die, then Nangong Mei is probably already...
He didn't dare to think anymore! He just wanted to think about nothing! Waiting for the sunset to disappear from people's sight, death might have become his relief.
I only wish I could accompany you across the Naihe Bridge!
What Nangong Mei once said is now up to him to realize!
Mei'er, see you on the Naihe Bridge.
The sun sets in the west, it is the end, or life or life.
The marching team stopped and camped on the spot to rest.
Shangguan Ziyan looked up at the slowly setting sun, quietly waiting for death to come.
His heart has never been more peaceful than at this moment.
In the spacious carriage of the War King Haohua, Luo Ming's cold fingertips lingered on Nangong Mei's smooth and tender cheeks, and his narrow eyes were filled with the hatred of death.
"Mei'er, the sun is going to set soon. It's almost time for his head to hit the ground." He said lightly, but left some room for a turning point when she woke up.
Nangong Mei's eyes were still tightly closed, and her two thick eyelashes were spread out quietly.
Luo Ming's eyes flashed with a complex look that was difficult to detect, and he said in a low voice: "It seems... you don't care about him that much!" He stood up from the edge of the bed and took a deep look at Nangong Mei again.
Then, he turned around and walked out.
As soon as Luo Ming left, Nangong Mei's slender fingers moved slightly, and her two thick eyelashes began to tremble uneasily.
The setting sun completely disappeared into the sky, leaving only its last light struggling.
Finally, the sky was only dark blue.
Luo Ming slowly came to Shangguan Ziyan. This was also his first time here.
His narrow eyes looked coldly at the embarrassed Shangguan Ziyan, and asked: "What is it about you that deserves her love?"
Shangguan Ziyan was surprised that Luo Ming would ask him such a question. With a hint of happiness on his lips, he said: "Because I love her with all my heart, and not just want to possess her! As long as she can be happy, she is my greatest
Satisfied!"
"Useless man!" Luo Ming snorted coldly, "What you call love is just making her suffer all kinds of torture for you!"
Shangguan Ziyan smiled instead of being angry, looking at Luo Ming with sympathy in his eyes, and said: "Thanks to you, you are a feared and invincible war king, but you don't understand love at all! I feel for you
sad!"
"I am just disdainful! There is no longer a woman in the world who is worthy of my love!" Luo Ming frowned slightly, and there was pain in his eyes that he was not aware of.
"But you care so much about Mei'er that you can't even figure out whether your feelings for her are love or possession!" Shangguan Ziyan looked at Luo Ming mockingly, "At least Mei'er and I both know clearly.
We love each other deeply." No man would care that the woman he loves is another man's woman, and he is no exception. However, compared with his love for Nangong Mei, he still loves her more, so that
Love her more!
"You will never have the right to love her again, and she will never love you again!" Luo Ming pulled out the sword hanging from his waist, his eyes as cold as thousand-year-old ice.
Undoubtedly, he talked about his pain point! However, he still understood the reason why he cared about Nangong Mei, for revenge! For revenge!
The sharp sword in Luo Ming's hand slid through the void and drew Shangguan Ziyan's neck in a perfect arc.