Spring is just right, the warm sun shines brightly, the forest is mottled, with a slightly warm feeling floating, and it already has the smell of early summer.

The three parties were silent, only Deyang's desperate cry echoed in the forest.

In front of everyone, Qin Ziyue hugged Deyang tightly and let her pierce the sharp golden hairpin on her chest one after another. Blood soaked the black clothes, and as the golden hairpin splashed out, splashing Deyang's face, making her already distorted face even more ferocious.

Wu Yu was in a daze. He stared at Deyang who was in great pain and Qin Ziyue who was still silent even when he was stabbed. He had never loved him deeply, but he could feel Qin Ziyue's mood at this moment. Deyang was in pain, and Qin Ziyue might not be better than her.

The woman he loved deeply actually assassinated with a hairpin in despair, just for another man, which was the pain that Qin Ziyue could only hold in her heart.

Qin Ziyue's mask had been rubbed off by Deyang's waving hand, revealing his handsome face. He lowered his eyes, pursed his thin lips tightly, and looked at the woman struggling in his arms with a cold expression. The pain in his eyes slowly disappeared in an instant, leaving only indifference and gloom.

The people he brought were already kneeling on the ground, not caring about Wu Yu not far away, and just asked him to bless the dragon body over and over again. These people were his most loyal dead soldiers. If it weren't for Deyang, if they dared to touch a hair, these people would have cut him to death.

But it was Deyang, and they didn't dare. They could only kneel on the ground and ask their master to stop him personally.

When Deyang once again held the golden hairpin and pierced it deeply into his chest, he reached out to hold her hand, and spoke in a slightly deep voice: "Okay, if you have enough madness, take a rest."

Deyang's hand was held by him and could no longer move, but the depression and resentment in his heart could not be exaggerated. After she struggled desperately, she suddenly opened her mouth and sprayed her mouth with a mouthful of blood, directly spraying onto his chest that was already stained with blood.

His pupils shrank slightly, and his actions were like lightning. He tapped several acupoints in Deyang, and she fainted temporarily.

Qin Ziyue looked at the woman in her arms. Even though she fainted, tears continued to overflow from the corners of her eyes, slowly rinsing the blood on her face, and drawing out two extremely clear tears.

His pupils shrank again, and he would rather her face be covered with his blood than she would shed tears of missing other men on her face.

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes. Unexpectedly, new tears fell out again. He wiped them away again, but he found that nothing could be wiped out. He felt annoyed in his heart, and his murderous intent rose.

When Deyang fell into a coma, there was silence outside the city gate, and even the sound of birds and insects quietly disappeared, as if they had already hidden themselves.

Qin Ziyue then raised her head and looked at Wu Yu.

"It's such a scheming, even I have to admire it." He looked at Wu Yu who was still stunned and spoke slowly.

When he spoke, the four people around him stood up again and still stood behind him.

Seeing that he returned to normal, Wu Yu couldn't help but smile and said lightly: "I'm so brave, I dare to break into Bennan Chu's territory alone."

Qin Ziyue smiled slightly: "Haha, even if I stand here, Wu Yu, how are you going?"

Wu Yu was slightly stunned. Qin Ziyue was calm and calm, and didn't care about the people behind him and the city. Today, the troops had been dispatched. With just one order, even Qin Ziyue was afraid that he would be unable to escape. Why should he have such confidence?

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