"Where did the Leng family get their kingdom?" Leng Yanqiu looked into the dark valley, his voice was quiet, as if he was tracing back the final history, and the continuous flow of renewal.
"Don't tell me this, I only care about what our Leng family got." Black Shadow snorted coldly.
"Leng Lie, what you care about is actually your desire for power. For your own sake, you will not hesitate to sacrifice the lives of those loyal to the Leng family. In other words, you deliberately cultivated these dead soldiers without considering the turmoil in the court.
At this time, the people of the world will go through sufferings, do you think you can really be a qualified king?" Leng Yanqiu turned around and stared at the black figure calmly, but his words were sharp words that pierced his spine.
"I didn't say I wanted to sit in that seat. If you want, I can assist you. As long as someone from the Leng family is in charge, I have no problem with it." Leng Lie said, on the road to restoration, people like Leng Yanqiu are indispensable.
A man who is good at strategy, he tried to persuade Leng Yanqiu countless times.
But Leng Yanqiu also tried to persuade him countless times, but no one succeeded.
"Brother Yan Qiu, please come with us. If we succeed, we will be a great reward for the ancestors of the Leng family." Another petite black figure who had been silent all this time said.
The voice was very pleasant, and it turned out to be a woman.
"Muran, I'm not afraid of success or failure, I'm just afraid that in that process, more people will be involved in misfortune, and we can't afford it. The upgrading of the imperial court all arises when it declines, and we have the responsibility to save the world.
But you cannot destroy the peace of the world for your own selfishness." Leng Yanqiu said.
Leng Muran is a girl who is only eighteen years old. At such a young age, she is influenced by Leng Lie and gets involved in the road to restoration. Why is it so easy to follow the evil path? No matter how hard he tries, he can't change these people's obsessions?
"Ha, you talk like a saint." Leng Lie sneered, "In fact, you are just a person who is afraid of death. You hugged Ximen Jingxuan's thigh tightly and even granted him the unique anti-drug method of our Leng family.
Otherwise, how could he have been delayed for so long? A traitor to the Leng family like you shouldn't be alive in this world!"
Leng Yanqiu smiled calmly.
"Muran, you heard and saw that this person is stubborn. If he is not eliminated, he will block our plan to resume business. Don't forget the purpose of our visit. Do it!" Leng Lie said sternly to Leng Muran.
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"Brother Yan Qiu..." Leng Muran couldn't bear it and was reluctant to pull out the sword in his hand.
"Do it!" Leng Lie shouted again, "Now prove your determination to be loyal to the Leng family to the death!"
"No... no... I can't do it... Brother Yan Qiu, just come with us..." Leng Muran took a few steps back, not forgetting to persuade.
Leng Yanqiu saw that Leng Muran had no choice but to take a few steps forward and smiled slightly, "Muran, if you can't bear to kill me, how can you bear to let those dead soldiers die? You can't bear to let innocent people die for the Leng family.
Are you going to die for your own sake?"
"Muran, do it!" Leng Lie shouted again. Leng Yanqiu was already standing in front of Leng Muran. As long as she drew her sword and stabbed, the chance of success was very high. Even if Leng Yanqiu's martial arts was extremely high, he could avoid Leng Muran's attack.
Sword, but as long as she is willing to wield the sword, there is no turning back.
"No... no... don't come over!" Leng Muran trembled with his hands, unable to pull out the heavy sword.
"Leng Yanqiu, we will never be a family again in the next life!" Leng Lie shouted and personally drew his sword and stabbed Leng Yanqiu.
Leng Yanqiu stood quietly in front of Leng Muran, without dodging, and allowed the long sword behind him to penetrate into his body.
"Brother Yan Qiu!" Leng Muran grabbed Leng Yanqiu.
The body was slightly tilted, and the cold sword was also slightly tilted. The sword passed through Leng Yanqiu's shoulder, and the tip of the sword was dripping with fresh blood, making it dazzling under the moonlight.
"Does this count as severing ties with me?" Leng Yanqiu turned his head slightly and looked at Leng Lie behind him, with no hatred, no worries, no sorrow and no regrets.
"Brother Yan Qiu, Brother Yan Qiu..." Leng Muran tremblingly supported Leng Yanqiu. They were the remaining blood of the Leng family royal family. They should have been dependent on each other for life and death, but they were killing each other.
"Mu Ran, stop making unnecessary sacrifices to find your own happiness and live a plain and happy life. This is what our ancestors wanted. They certainly don't want to see their only remaining descendants fighting for their former glory.
We are on the road of no return." Leng Yanqiu held Leng Muran's hand and endured the pain on his body.
"Don't continue to confuse the public with your monstrous words!" Leng Lie scolded, withdrawing the long sword that pierced Leng Yanqiu's body.
The stroke of the sword made Leng Yanqiu tremble slightly in pain.
"Brother Leng Lie, no!" Leng Muran shouted when he saw Leng Lie stabbing with his sword again.
Bang!
A broken branch hit the sword like a flying knife, and the strong force forced Leng Lie to deflect the sword's edge.
"Who is it?" Leng Lie looked around. After staying on the mountain for so long, he still didn't find anyone hiding anywhere.
Lin Xiner floated down from the nearby big tree. She was dressed in black night clothes and had a light figure. She really looked like a civet in the dark night. Her only exposed eyes were sharp and bright, as bright as stars and like a cold sword.
Generally sharp.
Lin Xiner swept up to the three of them without making a sound, waved her sleeves and swept away the sword light that Leng Lie wanted to backhand stab her. She pulled Leng Yanqiu away from Leng Muran, jumped into the air, and jumped away.
Leng Lie left the Wan Burial Mound with Leng Yanqiu within his reach.
Although it was just a few simple strikes, Leng Lie knew that the person's martial arts skills were not inferior to Leng Yanqiu's. His own martial arts had never been as good as Leng Yanqiu's, and he was no match for the man in black.
"Is it Prince Xuan?" Leng Muran asked.
"No, the figure looks like a woman." Leng Lie said, glanced sideways at Leng Muran, and snorted, "Women have always done bad things, hum! Go back first and make other plans."
Leng Muran bit his lip and felt relieved when he saw Leng Yanqiu was rescued. He squatted down and burned the unlit yellow paper that fell on the ground before chasing after Leng Lie.
Lin Xiner brought Leng Yanqiu back to the bamboo forest courtyard.
It was dawn and Wuyou was still sleeping soundly. Lin Xiner did not call him, but brought Leng Yanqiu into the house alone and placed him on the bed.
"Isn't there all poison in here?" Lin Xiner looked in the cupboard and saw porcelain bottles arranged one after another, not sure which one to take.
Leng Yanqiu stood up and went to the ground forcefully, covering the wound with his hand, went to the cupboard, took out a medicine bottle, and pulled out a white cloth from the drawer.
"Let me help you." Lin Xiner followed Leng Yanqiu to the bedside.
"No need, your help ends here, I've made a note of it." Leng Yanqiu said calmly, holding the medicine bottle and cloth in his hand, not intending to do anything in front of Lin Xiner.
"I didn't help you, I was just repaying your kindness." Lin Xiner said.