Everyone's eyes were focused on Yin Wuchou. No one knew what he was going to do with so many bows and arrows. The gentle wind blew past his ears, bringing a slight chill.
However, when Yin Wuchou picked up a bow and arrow and inserted it into the abdomen of the man beside him, everyone seemed to wake up from a dream and understood everything.
However, none of them dared to move.
Yin Wuchou picked up five bows and arrows at once, and with the arrows on the strings, he made several "Whoosh..." sounds. Before anyone could react, five people had already fallen to the ground one after another. The surroundings were instantly filled with the pungent smell of blood, and with the cool breeze
Keep spreading...
Next, his movements became faster and faster, and in almost an instant, all the guards surrounding them fell to the ground. At the moment they fell, everyone opened their eyes in disbelief.
When the guards at the back saw this, some people ran forward to see what was going on. They found that their Prince Pingyang was killing the people, so they said nothing and returned to the team again.
Mo Yiran looked at the bloodthirsty Yin Wuchou with mixed feelings in his heart. Could it be that his relationship with Yin Tianyi made him so angry that he would not hesitate to kill anyone who knew about it?
When everyone fell to the ground, there was only darkness left in this place. Only the faint firelight came from the team behind them. The three of them were hidden in the darkness, and no one spoke first.
After a long time, Mo Yiran saw Yin Wuchou reaching out to him and saying, "You and I have paid homage to each other. No matter what, you are my princess after all, and you will never change in this life!" There was a hint of firmness in his weak tone, which made him laugh.
No one can doubt his sincerity.
Mo Yiran raised his eyes and saw that his face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be clearly seen.
And Yin Tianyi was standing behind her. He had humiliated her in that way just now, but at this time, she only felt that her fingertips were cold, and she did not make any move, nor did she hand over her hand to Yin Wuchou.
Yin Tianyi's steps moved slightly, and the soil under his white boots was slightly loose, which showed how difficult it was for him to move.
Finally, he finally raised his eyes, landed on Yin Wuchou, and said, "Do you think that after killing these people, no one will know that she was once my wife?" At this time, he was still unwilling to let go. He sneered.
He said: "Yin Wuchou, do you want to deceive yourself or the world!" He pressed forward step by step, exuding an endless cold aura.
At this time, there were only three of them left on this cold land, surrounded by the smell of the dead.
This cold and dark atmosphere continued to spread with the bone-chilling cold wind, tightly surrounding them.
Yin Wuchou put down his hand that was still in the air, smiled and said: "Seventh brother, if you love her, why do you hurt her like this?" After a pause, he said again: "If I were you, I would respect her.
Choice." Although his words were soft, it was a double entendre.
Mo Yiran had never noticed this sickly man before, but now he felt that he was very unusual. Which man can accept that the woman he wants to marry has had an affair with someone else? Is he too generous?
But what he said now was mocking Yin Tianyi in every way. The other meaning was that it was up to Mo Yiran to choose who to follow.
She suddenly felt that the man in front of her who had been sick all year round was unfathomable!
But no matter what he was like, she had to go with him today. Therefore, she bent down and no longer looked at Yin Tianyi, but said to Yin Wuchou: "I am very grateful to the prince for his kindness. Come out.
Soon, it's time for you and I to go back and report to His Majesty that we are safe."
Although her voice was not high, it just fell into Yin Tianyi's ears.
A mouthful of fishy sweetness instantly poured into his heart, and he pressed it down hard.
When he raised his eyes, he saw that Yin Wuchou had left with Mo Yiran, his hands holding her slender waist like that.
No! We can't let him take her away like this!
He quickly drew out the soft sword from his waist and stabbed Yin Wuchou in the back.
Perhaps feeling the cold and murderous aura, Yin Wuchou turned around at an extremely fast speed. He actually held a bow and arrow in his hand, and he thrust it straight into Yin Tianyi's chest.
Yin Tianyi's goal was entirely to take Yin Wuchou's life with one sword, and then take away Mo Yiran. He had too many distracting thoughts in his heart, and his sadness was too arrogant. He didn't even notice when Yin Wuchou hid the bow and arrow in his hand, and he
His archery skills were so precise that even in the dark night, the bow and arrow went straight into Yin Tianyi's heart, but Yin Tianyi's soft sword stopped a foot away from him...
Does such an awkward position mean that he is destined to lose her?
"Pfft--" A mouthful of blood could no longer be suppressed and spurted out, instantly dyeing the entire night red, and also dyed his moon-white robe red.
He watched Mo Yiran turn around slowly and eagerly. Even in the dark night, he could still see the anxiety flashing in her eyes. But his body fell back quickly, and when he saw her nervous face
When he looked at his face, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. She cared about him after all? Otherwise... why did she cry so hard that night? It was just because she was about to leave him, wasn't it?
But in the end he still hurt her, in such a cruel way. If she didn't know the reason, he really wanted to tell her that his purpose of doing this was actually just to keep her by his side. He had never asked for anything in this life.
He only asked her to stay by his side.
"Tianyi?!" When his body fell to the ground, he finally heard her urgent voice again. She had always been so indifferent, her eyes always had a calm light, and he wanted to find other colors in her eyes
It had always been difficult, but at this moment, he could finally hear her eager voice again.
It feels so good.
Mo Yiran leaned over and quickly held him in her arms. Her tears finally fell uncontrollably. She hugged him tightly and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Perhaps it was because of the cold wind that her voice had a hint of emotion.
Trembling slightly.
Yin Tianyi looked at her, then looked at the arrow on his heart. He could feel his heart tearing, but he smiled and said, "It's okay." Then he reached out and pulled out the arrow on his heart.
, throwing it aside casually, "I'm fine, don't worry." His palms were full of blood, and even his white robe was stained with blood.
Mo Yiran once asked him, "Why do you like white so much?"
He raised a smile and said, "Because white is a color that is isolated from the world." For many years, he has been rejecting everything in the outside world, except for her.
The cool wind came again, making a whimpering sound. To Mo Yiran, it sounded like a mournful song.
"I believe you are fine. As long as you are fine, I will go with you." She said with a trembling voice. She was afraid that before she finished speaking, he closed her eyes. She was walking beside Yin Wuchou just now. She was Xi Jinping.
A martial artist naturally knows how violently Yin Wuchou used that arrow.
"Okay!" Yin Tianyi touched her face with his bloody hands, tremblingly wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes, and said with hope in his eyes, "I... I want... you swear."
"Yeah, yeah." Mo Yiang nodded and said with a slight cry: "I swear!"
But as soon as she finished speaking, Yin Tianyi's hand touching her face quickly slipped down...