Looking coldly at Ouyang Xuan who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, Chen Shaoxuan's eyes flashed with deep disdain. He said in a cold voice: "Master said that all relations with you will be severed. You will be a traitor to our sect from now on.
Get it and kill it!"
Chen Shaoxuan sent Ouyang Xuan into hell with just one word.
A flash of resentment flashed in Ouyang Xuan's eyes. He hid his hand in his sleeve and slowly took out a dagger. Since they didn't intend to give him a way to survive, he could only try his best.
He quickly pulled out the dagger and moved close to wipe it on Chen Shaoxuan's neck. Chen Shaoxuan felt a strong wind coming towards him. He dodged slightly and quickly dodged the fatal blow.
Ouyang Xuan saw him dodge, and after making a feint, he quickly ran towards the window.
Seeing his purpose, Chen Shaoxuan slipped out of the iron bone fan from his sleeve, turned his wrist, and threw the fan towards Ouyang Xuan. The iron bone fan unfolded in the air, and twelve silver lights flashed, and suddenly it struck diagonally.
Ouyang Xuan's back made him pause.
This is what it feels like when a horse stumbles.
Ouyang Xuan slowly turned around in disbelief, and the blood in his mouth gradually overflowed. Finally, he slowly fell to the ground, his eyes wide open with resentment and unwillingness in his eyes, and he took his last breath.
Chen Shaoxuan stepped forward and gently covered Ouyang Xuan's eyes with his hands, letting him close his eyes. He sighed softly and recalled in his mind the scene when he followed Ouyang Xuan and called him second senior brother when he was a child. He felt a little hurt and a little sad.
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At this moment, a very regular knocking sound suddenly came from the door: "Sir, it seems that the people ambushing outside are about to take action!"
Yu Feng's voice came from outside the door.
Chen Shaoxuan turned around and took one last look at Ouyang Xuan who was lying on the ground. He took out a prepared piece of dough from his sleeve, put it on his face, put on Ouyang Xuan's clothes, and left the private room.
When he passed by Yu Feng, he hurriedly said, "I'll leave it to you later. In addition, in three days, you and Yu Yan will go out to pick up Little Bao'er on the outskirts of the city."
When Chen Shaoxuan walked out of Tianxiang Tower, a dark shadow flew to his side and knelt on one knee in front of him: "Master Xuan!"
Chen Shaoxuan's eyes flashed, and after nodding, he said: "Withdraw!"
Then, the figures hidden in the darkness disappeared one by one without a trace.
In the middle of the night, the cold wind howled by, and Wang Dazhi's capital was completely dark. A black shadow quickly passed by the guest room and ran towards the outside of the house.
All this happened quietly and no one noticed.
The sixth day of the twelfth lunar month is a special day. In Liaoyang City, a fine craftsman must be beheaded at three quarters of noon.
There has been a lot of rumors in Liaoyang Mansion about the identity of this craftsman for a long time. It is said that he was Xi Yue, a dancer who was once famous for a while. Later, he used tricks to enter the palace and almost confused the prince. Fortunately, the emperor was wise and understood the matter.
Early in the morning, this craftsman was arrested.
The place where the execution was performed was already crowded with people, all of whom were watching the show. I heard that this dancer was so beautiful that men wanted to see her beauty, and women wanted to see this goblin who was known to bring harm to the world.
How to be executed on the spot.
The dark dungeon looked dim under the light of torches, giving it a strange feeling.
In the deepest part of the dungeon, a calm figure was lying calmly on the fox fur, showing no trace of the despair about to die.
There was a row of guards waiting outside the dungeon. At this juncture, everyone was extremely alert, fearing that anything would go wrong.
Seeing the sun getting higher, noon is approaching.
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the dungeon.
"Who is coming?" The vigilant guards stepped in front of the coming person, but when they saw the coming face again, they hurriedly knelt down on one knee and shouted: "Your Majesty!"
"Yeah." Wan Yanliang snorted softly and glanced at the guards indifferently: "You all should go out. I want to have a few words with her alone."
"But, Your Majesty..." The Imperial Guard looked a little embarrassed.
"What, you are waiting at the door and you are afraid that the king will do something?" Wan Yanliang's cold self-mockery and sarcasm made the imperial guard shrink back, hurriedly responded, and led the remaining troops to leave.
Wan Yanliang walked slowly to the door of the cell, looking at the person who always had his back turned to him, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.
"Yue'er..." For a long time, his slightly hoarse voice echoed in the dungeon.
This was the second time he had seen her in so many days. That body that was not emaciated was the only thing Wan Yanliang felt happy about.
Leng Changxi already knew when Wan Yanliang entered the dungeon, but she never looked back and didn't know what to say to him. Is it the blame? She was not qualified because she was not Wan Yanliang's woman.
It is understandable that Wan Yanliang would sacrifice her to save himself. Do you accept it? She feels
There is always such a problem at the bottom of her heart. Although she is not affectionate towards Wanyanliang, Wanyanliang always talks sweet words to her, and she almost swears by God. But she turned ruthless, and it only took a blink of an eye.
This oath actually disappeared with the wind, which made her somewhat despised.
It wasn't until Wan Yanliang's voice came from behind her that Leng Changxi sighed and turned around slowly: "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"
The reason why she has been so calm until now is just because she was betting that Wan Yanliang would not really die without saving her. Now, with the execution imminent, and seeing Wan Yanliang appear in the dungeon, Leng Changxi knew that she had won the bet.
"Yue'er, you're blaming me." Looking at her cold expression, Wan Yanliang's heart ached even more.
"My lord, times have changed. There is nothing strange about it. You are just trying to save your life." Leng Changxi said this calmly, but it sounded sarcastic in Wan Yanliang's ears.
Wan Yanliang opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just sighed and stated her future purpose: "I'm here to take you away."
"How to go?" Leng Changxi raised her eyebrows and glanced at the surrounding wooden fence playfully.
Without saying a word, Wan Yanliang took out a key from his arms and quickly opened the cell door.
Leng Changxi stood in the prison and hesitated: "What will you do if I leave like this?"
"Don't worry, someone will take your place." At this moment, there was a sudden sound from the wall on one side of the dungeon, and then a voice came from behind the wall.