The orange brilliance filled the sky again, and the huge sunset fascinated people's eyes.
On the green grass watered by blood, another massacre of life and death was once again ushered in.
The ten prisoners of war looked nervously at the expressionless Nangong Mei opposite them. Although they still believed in their own martial arts, Nangong Mei's performance yesterday had made them fearful.
What kind of woman is this? With her weird skills and cold eyes, is she a Shura from hell? Otherwise, how could there be a woman as... terrifying as her?
As soon as the sword in Nangong Mei's hand moved, one of the ten prisoners of war said vigilantly: "Brothers! Just defend, don't attack! Wait until she shows her flaws before taking action!" No matter how powerful a person is, he will not be able to defend ten people.
A flaw was exposed, and they were waiting for such a flaw!
The corners of Nangong Mei's mouth slightly curved upward in a bloodthirsty arc, and her charming eyes looked coldly at the ten people surrounding the city back to back. If she really showed her flaws in front of others, then she would definitely not be a qualified killer!
Her father Nangong Ao once said to her, since you have chosen the path of being a killer, you must be ruthless until the end!
Yes! She will be ruthless to the end! Because she abandoned her luxurious life and carefree life as a rich young lady to become a desperate killer, just to kill all the people who killed her mother! Kill them all with her own hands!
Many years ago, she was just a little girl, a little girl who only knew how to stay in her mother's arms and act coquettishly. Her father was just a gangster, not the current gang boss. Her father offended people who shouldn't be offended, and was killed by others.
Chase, and her mother also died in front of her in order to save her during this chase.
At such a young age, her eyes were stained red by the blood of the people she loved most. Without saying a word, she memorized the faces of the people who killed her mother one by one.
She didn't care how powerful they were or how powerful they were, she would kill them all with her own hands.
It wasn't until the last person, Boss Yan, fell at her feet that the fire of hatred that had been hidden in her heart for many years calmed down a little and no longer burned her heart.
However, more than ten years of life as a killer had left her heart cold. The only person who brought her warmth was the bohemian man who stole her heart - Mr. Shangguan Mu.
"Even if you and Shangguan are closely related, you are not him after all! The rest of those who stand in my way can only... die!" Nangong Mei murmured softly, her charming red lips keeping the mouth shape of the word "death",
People who see it are frightened!
As cold as she is, as cruel as she is, but she has exposed her most fatal weakness, Shangguan Mu Shao! And in this world, Shangguan Ziyan has become her most fatal weakness, and has completely bound her destiny.
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Swords flashed, blood splattered, no matter how hard they fought, they could not escape the word of death from Shura's sword.
Every day as the sun sets on the earth, Nangong Mei watered the grass on the fighting field with blood without exception. As night fell over the earth, she accepted all his joy and banished her soul.
As usual, Nangong Mei stood on the fighting field, coldly depriving others of their right to live. However, there was something different today.
She always had other people's blood on her body, but her snow-white clothes were stained with her scarlet blood.
There was a long bloodstain on her slender arm. The flesh and blood were streaked, and the bones were visible. The dazzling blood dyed most of her clothes red.
But she didn't pay any attention to the wounds on her arms. She stood beside the corpses of ten prisoners of war, just looking in one direction absentmindedly. A direction where she accidentally saw Shangguan Ziyan's face. It was precisely because of Shangguan Ziyan's face.
It was the sudden appearance of Zhang Face that caused her to be so seriously injured.
What she was thinking about was that when he saw her like this, would he no longer want to see her?
Luo Ming sat on the seat, looked at Nangong Mei coldly, and walked towards her slowly. He walked up to Nangong Mei, blocking her sight, and gently raised her white chin with his slender hand, and said domineeringly
"Nangong Mei! You belong only to me!" He let go of her chin, waved to the guards behind him, and ordered lightly: "Take her to apply for medicine." After saying that, he left without looking back.
Got here.
Nangong Mei, who was covered in blood, followed the two guards to the military doctor's tent. Because her clothes needed to be cut to bandage the wound, she and the old military doctor were the only ones left in the tent.
The old military doctor stood in front of Nangong Mei with a sharp knife: "Girl, the injured person is the most serious, I am offended." After saying that, he used the knife to cut Nangong Mei's sleeve.
The blood-stained sleeves fell off like rags, and the white and tender arms were exposed to the air.
Nangong Mei's eyes dimmed slightly, and a cold murderous intent filled her eyes.
The old military doctor carefully cleaned Nangong Mei's wound, applied medicine, and bandaged it. If it were anyone else, he wouldn't have to be so careful, but Nangong Mei was different! Who doesn't know that she is the life-threatening Shura in the Shura field, and also the bed of the King of War?
The celebrity on!
If the prince had not been in love with her, how could he pamper her alone every night?
"Girl, you can..." Before the old military doctor could finish his words, his vision went dark and he fell down.
Nangong Mei stood behind him, quickly helping the old military doctor to a chair aside, and rummaged through the cabinets to find herbs to heal wounds and stop bleeding.
When she thought she had almost all the herbs she needed, she sneaked out from behind the tent.
At this time, night has come, the sky is dark, but there is no moon. A little further away from the torch, it is dark.
This night is just the right time for people to do some shameful things.
Nangong Mei took advantage of the dark night to avoid the patrolling soldiers, and quickly found the tent where Shangguan Ziyan was being held.
Under the cover of darkness, she easily knocked out the two guards guarding the tent and sneaked in.
However, she did not see Shangguan Ziyan, but the prisoner who had stayed here and met her told her where Shangguan Ziyan had gone.
In a tent far away from here, Shangguan Ziyan, who was naked from the waist up, was tied to a cross. He lowered his head, and his long hair almost covered his entire face, but the marks on his body were so bruised and bruised.
Shocking.
His pale skin was stained with dried blood, looking so ferocious in the cold night. He hung there helplessly, like a dead corpse.
Nangong Mei stood at the curtain, not daring to take another step forward. Her charming eyes were no longer as cold as before, her twinkling pupils were full of pain, and her cherry-red lips were pursed tightly, as if she was holding back.
The urge to cry.
Is this her superior?
Is he still alive?
Her heart was trembling, and looking at him lifeless, she seemed to be unable to breathe.
Her slender fingers trembled slightly, and a deep sense of fear kept impacting her heart. She was so afraid of losing, losing her Shangguan, her only concern, just like losing her closest mother.
Her red lips were slightly parted, and she whispered softly: "Shangguan..." She was afraid of scaring him, or scaring his wandering soul.
The dead body tied to the cross moved slightly, and the movement was so small that it was almost imperceptible. But this small movement rekindled hope for Nangong Mei, who was about to fall into despair. She walked slowly
When she came to him, she reached out her hand excitedly but timidly, trying to smooth away his disheveled hair.
But as soon as her hand touched his hair, she was greeted by two cold eyes. It was Shangguan Ziyan's evil eyes, looking at her with cold eyes at this time.
She couldn't help but take a step back. She was happy that he was still alive, but she was also heartbroken by his distant and hostile eyes.
"Shangguan, you...don't recognize me?" Nangong Mei asked cautiously, with invisible tenderness in her eyes.
"Nangong Mei, how could I not recognize you!" He raised his head, revealing his blood-stained face, which had long lost its original beauty, "You are the famous Shura goddess in the fighting arena, and you are Luo Ming's most proud killing weapon!"
The tenderness in Nangong Mei's eyes suddenly disappeared, and she looked at him in disbelief. Is this how she looked in his eyes? Although she had already expected such a result, her heart was still so painful that she could not continue to beat.
She took two steps back, clasping her slender jade hands, her charming eyes shining with pain. She just looked at him quietly, speechless.
"But..." Shangguan Ziyan looked at her with eyes that were no longer so cold, but filled with deep helplessness, "I should hate you, but I can't hate you." He looked at her painful expression, and he
My heart actually started to hurt.
"Do you hate me for killing you?" She bit her lower lip tightly.
"Every one of them is my brother of life and death!" His evil, unruly eyes showed the loyalty that men value most, "But we who have become prisoners of war can only accept this fate, the fate of being massacred by you.
."War is so cruel, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit!
"I only care about your life or death!" She said lightly, as if she was saying something that was too natural.
He looked at her in surprise, and before his brain could examine it, he said, "Why?"
Nangong Mei walked up to him again, stretched her slender hand into the void to caress his scarred face, and said sadly and firmly: "You are the only reason for me to live."
"Girl, I..." How can I win such favor from such an outstanding person? Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by Nangong Mei's index finger placed between his lips.
Nangong Mei said quietly: "Don't ask me why anymore, just like you don't hate me for some reason."
Shangguan Ziyan was dazzled by her starry eyes and lost his soul. He completely forgot that he was being tied to the cross. He wanted to reach out and touch such a peerless beauty in front of him, but the wounds on his body were affected.
It caused a burst of heartbreaking pain.
His butt was penetrated by the iron hook and he couldn't move at all.
Nangong Mei held his hand that was clenched into a fist and looked at him distressedly: "Don't move, let me give you medicine."
Shangguan loosened his clenched fist and let Nangong Mei hold one of his hands. It seemed that the pain in his body disappeared a lot when he felt her cold body temperature.