Su Xingyao could only watch the figure getting further and further away... A drop of clear tears ran from the corner of her eyes.
Su Yu looked at her and smiled, with relief in her eyes and endless tenderness and reluctance.
Sister, you didn’t hesitate to grab the Blood Spirit Pill for me. You knew you would die if you married into the Holy Mountain, but you still chose to get married... Then how could I just watch you die?
If you are well, I will never be shaken in this life.
"How dare you! How dare you let the Ninth Princess go without permission!"
The middle-aged man behind him had sharp eyes and raised his hand to slap him hard.
Su Yu suddenly flew out like a fallen leaf, his body fell limply to the ground, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth.
Su Xingyao used all her strength to fly out of the space and threw herself in front of Su Yu, "Brother!"
Su Yu looked at Su Xingyao who had come back again, with a trace of anger in his eyes. He vomited blood and said angrily: "Why are you back! What are you doing here!"
The blood stained the placket on his chest red again, dyeing his robe dark red.
Su Xingyao hugged him and cried: "I won't leave! I won't leave! Brother, if we die, let's die together! My mother and concubine are no longer here, and brother Qiying is no longer here. If you are no longer here, what's the point of living alone?"
?”
The middle-aged man raised his hand and grabbed Su Yu in his hand.
Su Xingyao stared at him angrily with tears in her eyes, "Let my brother go!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were cold and angry, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you ordering me?"
"Let my brother go...I beg you..." Su Xingyao cried.
Su Yu's face turned blue, and he said with difficulty: "Sister, sister, please don't, beg him... I can't help but die..." Seeing this, Emperor Xuanwu quickly said: "Sir, can you spare Quan Zi's life?
You can take my little girl away. It’s getting late now, so please don’t miss the auspicious occasion of Master Qingdao...” The middle-aged man could see through Emperor Xuanwu’s thoughts at a glance, but he didn’t reveal it.
With a wave, Su Yu was waved to the feet of Emperor Xuanwu.
Emperor Xuanwu glanced at Su Yu with a cold look, "Why don't you help the Eighth Prince to go to the back hall to rest."
Su Zhang smiled sadly: "Father, let me take care of my eighth brother and leave it to my son."
With that said, he directed the guards to drag Su Yu away.
"elder brother!"
Su Xingyao wanted to catch up, but was stopped by the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's body radiated pressure and enveloped Su Xingyao's body, making Su Xingyao unable to move. She felt that all the spiritual energy in her body seemed to have solidified.
"Someone, bring the Ninth Princess up."
The middle-aged man ordered coldly.
The maid behind him stepped forward and helped Su Xingyao onto the spaceship.
Emperor Xuanwu smiled and cupped his hands towards the middle-aged man and said, "Best farewell to your lord."
The middle-aged man snorted softly and turned around to board the spacecraft.
He looked down upon Emperor Xuanwu.
It is really shameful to disregard the life and death of one's own children for the sake of one's own selfishness.
But everyone in the world is chasing fame and wealth, for strength, for immortality, it's all like this, he has long been used to it.
The spacecraft started to move, turning into a black shadow and slowly disappearing into the sky.
The smile on Emperor Xuanwu's face gradually disappeared, and then became gloomy. He flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the apse.
In the back hall, Su Yu was once again locked with black iron chains and tied to a wooden frame.
Because of the power of burning blood before, he became extremely exhausted at this moment. His bun had long been scattered, and it was stained with blood and sticky on his face. His handsome face was extremely pale and bloodless at the moment, but
His eyes, as bright as stars, were full of unyielding color.