MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 155

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Mancha only glanced up, and then raised his chin, unwilling to look any further.

Zong Zheng said with a smile, "Rong Le, let's do it. It's my best place to die in your hands." He slowly closed his eyes and waited for his lover to wear a sword. He lived this life for 22 years. Everyone said that he had thought carefully and made no omissions, but this time, he gave up his calculations and stopped planning, only to get out of **** and find a relief.

Manyan opened his eyes wide and looked at the sky, inhaling slightly, snowflakes fell into her eyes, and the cold feeling spread from the head to the soles of the feet. She closed her eyes and slowly raised her hand holding the sword, which was extremely heavy.

Suddenly, the raised hand was held by a large hand, and the hand was cold and no longer warm as before. Zong Zheng has no worries when she has come to her. Through their conversation, he already knows that she had stabbed Fu Zi before that. No wonder Fu Zi is so bad! If Fu Tuo's mother and son had not destroyed his mother's body, perhaps he would consider letting him go this time and wait for a fair fight in the future, but their mother and son's methods are so shameful and shameless, why should he care whether he is injured or not?

"His life is mine." Zong Zheng's worry-free gaze kept on the opposite man. He would never let this man die in her hands, even if he was dead, he couldn't **** her place from him.

Manyan turned to look at him, frowning: "No worries, you have to be rational, he can't die in your hands, even if you hate him no matter how much."

Zongzheng Wuyou naturally understood her meaning, but he didn't care. He said expressionlessly, "Rest assured, I won't let him die so easily. You let it go." He did not forget how this person treated him at the time, insulting humiliation, trampling on his dignity, and forcing him to go public The claim to let him give up the river and mountains and the iron chain lock fractures in the dark hall for ten days, he remembered every stroke.

Manyu was pushed aside to see him look so firm. She knew that persuasion was useless, and she could only sigh in her heart. After all, he never cared about these, and the battle for the world was just for revenge.

Zong Zheng opened his eyes and laughed sarcastically. It seemed that his last wish could not be achieved.

Zong Zheng stared at him worry-free, the blood on his five fingers holding his sword condensed. He slowly lifted the sword, swept across the sky, and Jian Jian cut the long sword that the opposite man used to support the entire body into two pieces.

Zong Zheng was powerless, and suddenly fell over and fell on the cold and hard ground, all his internal organs clamoring for pain. Due to the severe pain, his eyebrows twisted into a dead knot, but he still gritted his teeth, propped his hands on the ground, and raised his half body. He looked calmly at the cold sword pointing to his chest, and the cold sword was straight. Through his lungs, with a hate to peel him and eat flesh, wanting to come to Zongzheng without worry will not let him die with dignity, just as he once trampled his dignity on the soles of his feet. He smiled needlessly, calm, and said lightly: "Since ancient times, the king has defeated the pirate. It is in your hands to kill or scrape, casually."

This calm and indifferent expression made Zong Zheng worry-free. He narrowed his eyes slightly, the sword tip moved down slowly, and came to the elbow joint where he supported his body. The sharp blade cuts through the skin, pierces the flesh, and slowly tops the weakest connection in the knuckle.

The forehead was violently violent. In this snowy night and cold winter, cold sweat creeped up onto the man's skin and rolled down along the face. The tooth root was bitten and bleeding, and Zong Zheng was helpless without saying a word. It was just a painful elbow, and then unable to support it, and he slammed back to the cold ground again. His back banged first, and Venus was shining in front of his eyes. He closed his eyes, panted, and throbbed his chest violently.

The man turned his face slightly, and everyone around him held his breath. The long night is silent, only the painful gasp is undulating.

There was a hint of joy in Zongzheng's worry-free eyes, and the words were like ice: "Say, what did you do with my mother's ashes?"

Zong Zheng's eyelashes trembled gently, and it seemed that it took a lot of effort to open his eyes again. He looked at Zongzheng with no worries, his eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes looked puzzled, and he didn't seem to understand why he suddenly asked such an inexplicable question.

Zong Zheng stared at him with grief, grinning his teeth, his voice was low, "less pretentious. Your mother and son are so vicious that you would not let a dead person go! Fifteen years ago, Fu Jie used the Qin family's hatred for the royal family I used ** to my mother to kill her miserably. One year ago, in order to deal with me, you tried hard to kill Aman and let me live like regret and pain for him, But people are not as good as the sky, and your schemes have not succeeded. "

There was a great earthquake in my heart, and Yun Guifei died in **? She never knew it. So, what happened to her that day was to repeat the scene where Yun Guifei died? So, how much courage does it take to resolve her worry-free resolution? How difficult is it? She always thought that giving up the rivers and mountains that were within easy reach and the man's dignity over life was the biggest effort for him. It turned out not to be! Abandoning the country and dignity, and even his life, are no more than repeating the sorrow and pain of his parents. She was so shocked at the moment that this was the worry-free love for her!

Yun Guifei's unfortunate and tragic death caused a worrying psychological shadow, so he forbid women. He hated his father, and although he knew it was not his father's fault, he could not accept the fact that his mother died under his father. For so many years, he has been living in conflict and struggle. She didn't have any moment, as grateful for her white hair as this moment, so that she did not become another wound in the worry-free heart.

The word Zongzheng has nothing to worry about. Zongzheng has nothing to worry about. The incident a year ago did not result in Zongzheng's worry-free remorse, but he was thrown into boundless hell.

Zongzheng said without worry: "Now, if you can't hurt me, you will destroy my mother's mausoleum and crush her body to ashes ..." At this point, his eyes turned red, his bloodthirsty cold light, straight sword Pointing at the eyes of a man on the ground, his tone was vicious: "You said ... if I dug you a pair of eyes and sent it to Fu Xie as a New Year's Eve gift, what would she think?"

Zong Zheng stunned for a moment, "Your mother's mausoleum is fine, even if I hate it again, I won't ..." He wanted to say: He wouldn't move a dead person, but he didn't finish speaking, and he paused. I thought of my mother-in-law's sentence: "Take care, the new year is coming. Should you prepare a great gift for your father and your brother? Or surprise them." After her mother ...

Zong Zheng's gaze changed a little, looking at the sharp sword in front of him, his face was no longer calm. If the queen mother really destroyed Yun Guifei's body, he completely believed that Zongzheng Wuyou would really dig his eyes and send it to the queen mother. It doesn't matter if he dies, but how sad should he be when he sees his eyes? So when the sword was about to be stabbed, he shouted, "Slow."

Zongzheng Wuyou said with contempt, "You will be scared too?"

Zong Zheng didn't care about his mockery, and looked very serious, with a warning: "Don't forget, there is another person in my mother's hands. Although she has not killed his mind, she does not guarantee that she will see my eyes The son can still stay awake and rational. "A person who has always hated, why did he think that he would die? He lowered his eyelids slowly, his thick eyelashes hiding his look.

Zong Zheng woke up for a moment, then chuckled coldly: "You threatened me with his life or death? Huh! His life or death, I ... don't care." The thin lips lightly flickered, and he turned his eyes slightly to look away. In the distance, devoured by the dark night.

Man stood aside and could not move with a single motion. She looked at the two tit-for-tat men and could no longer intervene in the grudges between them. Frustrated, that's why worry-free today is abnormal! What kind of hatred can actually make a man so crazy, digging out a dead man for 15 years?

In the distance, there was a rushing and rapid horseshoe sound. The door to Tongtong was suddenly opened. In the snow and dust, thousands of iron rode on the snow and galloped. As the tide came, the black was pressing.

Zong Zheng's eyes were sharp and worry-free, but his face remained unchanged. Leng Yan sank his eyes and raised his hand, and made a gesture. The two hundred Xuanyi people waved their whip and made a "drive", blocking the sword in front of them and preparing to meet the enemy. The sword qi roared and rolled in the night sky, and the momentum was not lost to the armored Qianqi.

Three feet away, the leader of the black iron rider tightened the reins and stopped, looking at the formation of the sharp sword air on the opposite side, and immediately raised his sword and shouted, "Slow! The queen queen emperor ordered, and two things were presented to the emperor of the southern dynasty. "He took a folded white shirt from the left rear and held it up.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be split into a gap by the sky, and the cold white moonlight was shining on this **** and murderous earth. The blood on the ground had already coagulated, and the blood-colored red ice was mixed with the corpses of the broken limbs, and gradually covered by the white snow.

The wind screamed, Li Shiyang threw his hand, the white shirt was rolled away by the wind, and fluttered in the air, just like the pale white banner displayed in the Yincaodi government.

Zongzheng's worry-free complexion changed, and Leng Yan also recognized the object, and quickly leaped on his horse and leapt up, taking the shirt in his hands. His face was dignified, and he slowly came to Zongzheng Wuyou, kneeling, lowering his head, respectfully holding up the clothes with both hands and raising his head.

Zong Zheng's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, his five fingers suddenly failed, and the sword fell to the ground. He looked at the white shirt in Leng Yan's hands, with deep sadness and guilt in his eyes. His eyebrows twitched and trembled, and he trembled and grabbed the white clothing and clenched, his heart sorrowful but unbearable. 2k novel reading network