Ji Yinrong looked at Wu Yao, who looked at death like home, and said with a smile: "Wu Yao, you were originally a talented general, but now you are serving as a follower for a traitor. It is really a humiliation. I always love talents and cherish talents. Why don't you abandon the dark and turn to the bright? Allegiance to me. I can assure you that the past will not be blamed, and how about I promise you to be a captain?"

"..."

Yang Meili said angrily: "Hey, you think I'm dead? You actually dig a wall in front of me!"

Wu Yao was indifferent, and said indifferently: "A loyal minister does not serve two masters. Wu Yao, in this life, is the prince's man."

Yang Meili was startled, almost moved to tears: "Wu Yao..." Turning to stare at Ji Yinrong, she shouted like a cow protecting a calf, "Did you hear that? Wu Yao is my man, and death is my ghost." ! You don't want to hit him!"

The corner of Wu Yao's mouth twitched: "..."

Ji Yinrong clapped his hands twice, nodded and said, "It's really admirable. That being the case, before I turn your people into your ghosts, shouldn't you first teach Wu Yao the method of resurrecting the dead?"

Yang Meili said "ah" in a daze, and Ji Yinrong had suppressed the smile all over his face, and with a flash of his figure, he came forward and swung a palm violently.

"My lord!" Wu Yao pushed Yang Meili far away and greeted him with raised palms.

With a "bang", Wu Yao, who had no internal strength and was seriously injured, flew backwards like a fallen leaf, hit the wall heavily, and slid to the ground again.

He clutched his chest, blood gushing out of his mouth like raindrops.

"Wu Yao!" Yang Meili's mind went blank, her whole body was cold, and she couldn't stand up at all, so she could only use all four limbs to crawl in front of Wu Yao.

"Wu Yao! Wu Yao!" She panicked and hugged Wu Yao who was vomiting blood, her angina was severe, her throat was fishy and sweet, as if she was about to vomit blood.

It was dark for a while, and Wu Yao knew that he could not hold on any longer. He lay in Yang Meili's arms, barely opened his eyes, but saw Ji Yinrong slapping the unsuspecting prince on the back.

Lord!Danger!

Without knowing where the strength came from, he hugged Yang Meili, turned her around, and that palm landed firmly on his back. With a "poof", blood splashed on Yang Meili's body.

Everything in front of her was like a slow-motion shot. Yang Meili stared blankly at Wu Yao slapping herself, watched him spurt blood, watched him close his eyes, and watched him let go of his hug. Holding her arm, she stared at him limply in her arms.

She couldn't feel anything, she couldn't hear anything, she seemed to have lost her hearing and lost consciousness.

Tears rolled down from the eye sockets spontaneously, and fell on Wu Yao's tightly closed eyelids.

Wu Yao was silent.

"Wu... Yao..." She opened her mouth, she felt that she called Wu Yao's name, but she couldn't hear it.

Over the years, the day-to-day companionship with Wu Yao is like a movie frame flashing in my mind. The man who is always taciturn always follows me silently, accompany me silently, always stands where I can see when I look back, always Responding to his unreasonable troubles with helpless and conniving eyes.

Something in the body is rushing, and something is on the rampage.She had a splitting headache, her bones ached, she wanted to cry out in pain, and she wanted to tear everything apart.

Ji Yinrong watched him coldly sitting on the ground like a puppet who lost his soul, hugging Wu Yao who seemed to be dead, without any fluctuation in his heart.

All he knew was that Ji Yinli could not be allowed to live.

Whether it's for Jiangshan or Yang Pianran.

He walked over step by step, but Ji Yinli didn't respond at all, until he stood in front of him, only half a step away from him, and he didn't raise his head, as if he died following Wu Yao.

Suddenly a strange feeling came up in his heart, Ji Yinrong had no time to think about it, so he swung a fatal palm to Ji Yinli's head.

Ji Yinli, who had been standing still all this time, suddenly yelled and punched the figure in front of him.

Ji Yinrong was taken aback secretly, and instinctively used his internal energy to protect his body, but he was still punched and flew out, almost losing consciousness from the fall.A sound like a broken vase came out of the body, and Ji Yinrong fell to the ground, with black and white in front of his eyes, and the sky and the earth seemed to be spinning.He wanted to sit up, but when he moved, a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Yang Meili, who punched this punch, screamed like crazy, unaware that she was also vomiting blood.

"Master!" Wushuang just came back and was shocked when she saw all this, and hurried to help Ji Yinrong.

Ji Yinrong held down her hand, angrily saying, "Don't move."

Wushuang was too frightened to move around, took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a elixir, and fed him: "Master, this is the heart-protecting elixir."

After Ji Yinrong took the elixir, he felt that his breathing became easier: "The legendary Tianshan boxing that shakes the world really lives up to its reputation..."

"Tianshan boxing? But Zhennan Wang was hit by Hua Gong San..." Wushuang turned around and saw that Ji Yinli looked crazy, startled, and instantly understood: "His meridian has reversed, and he has gone mad..."

Ji Yinrong barely stood up with Wushuang's arms, took a breath, and said, "Find someone to tie up Muhra and take him away."

"Yes." Wushuang shouted to the door: "Come on!"

Two Yizhou guards entered quickly.

Wushuang pointed at Muhra and said, "Tie that man on the ground and carry him out."

After carrying Muhra away, Wushuang glanced at Ji Yinli hesitantly, and said, "Master, what should King Zhennan do?"

Ji Yinrong took a deep look at Ji Yinli, who had fallen into madness, sneered, and said, "Although he is a lunatic, he is still a powerful lunatic, so we should not take it lightly."

Wushuang didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Let's go." Ji Yinrong didn't explain, just said coldly.

Wushuang helped him out of the Nine Heavens Palace, Ji Yinrong stopped, looked expressionlessly at the corpses all over the yard, and slowly said in the bloody air, "Lock the door."

"master?"

Ji Yinrong said coldly, "I'm going to burn down the Nine Heavens Palace."

Wushuang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart trembled slightly due to the sudden cold air.

"……Yes."

The gate of Jiuxiao Temple was slowly closed and locked.

Ji Yinrong personally held the torch, and calmly lit the rice paper on the doors and windows. After a while, Jiuxiao Temple was surrounded by raging fire, and the light of the fire reflected Ji Yinrong's pale face.

He looked at the fire expressionlessly, his dark pupils were filled with flames.

When Yang Yingjun rushed to the Yizhou Palace, he happened to meet Ji Yinrong who was helped out by Wushuang.The four eyes met, and the expressions of both of them changed.

"What's going on?" Yang Yingjun stepped forward quickly to help Ji Yinrong, his face full of anxiety and concern, "Are you injured? Why are you injured so badly?"

Ji Yinrong stared at her blankly, her voice was a little unsteady: "You...you went to Duanqingya? Why are you here?"

Speaking of this, Yang Yingjun was so unhappy, he laughed and said: "Shangguan and I joined hands to treat him in the same way. That old witch has taken the magic powder and doesn't know where to hide. I'm worried about you guys. Something happened, so I rushed back to save you... Now it seems that my worry is completely unnecessary, I know you must have a way to escape."

Ji Yinrong didn't say a word, with a strange expression on his face.

Yang Yingjun looked at him strangely, then at Wushuang who had the same strange expression, and finally realized something was wrong: "What happened..." Looking around, his heart sank all the way, "My lord Woolen cloth?"

Ji Yinrong and Wushuang fell into deathly silence.

The incident happened suddenly, there were obviously many excuses to hide the past, but now I can't think of any of them.

Yang Yingjun's complexion finally changed, the corners of his mouth trembled, his eyes showed surprise and fear, he let go of the hand supporting Ji Yinrong, and was about to rush into the palace.

"However!" Ji Yinrong subconsciously pulled her back.

"Let go." Yang Yingjun was trembling all over.

Ji Yinrong didn't let go.

"I'm fucking telling you to let go!" Yang Yingjun swung it violently like an explosion.

Ji Yinrong was almost thrown down the steps, but Wushuang exclaimed "Master" and hurriedly supported him.Looking back, Yang Yingjun had long since disappeared.

beautiful.

beauty……

Don't let anything happen...

Please, please don't...

Yang Yingjun's whole body was shaking violently, and he was running around like a headless chicken when he suddenly heard a Yizhou guard say: "...It's really cruel, I don't know what kind of deep hatred..."

Another guard said: "You don't know? The one burned in Jiuxiao Palace is King Zhennan, who is against the king by the court. The emperor will definitely not let him go..."

Like a blow to the head, something exploded in my mind.

Yang Yingjun grabbed the skirt of one of the guards, stared at his blood-red eyes and growled, "Where is the Temple of Nine Heavens? Where is it!? Take me there!"

"Who are you……"

Yang Yingjun grabbed him by the throat, like a ghost, and said ruthlessly: "Hurry up, or I'll kill you, I'll kill you—"

When he finally arrived at the Nine Heavens Palace, the Nine Heavens Palace was already surrounded by fire.The white walls were burning red, and the green tiles fell off one by one.

"Beautiful, beautiful..." Yang Yingjun kept talking nervously: "Brother is here, brother is here, don't be afraid, brother is here to save you..."

As if he couldn't see the fire, he buried his head and wanted to rush in.The shoulders were pressed, and Wushuang stood behind him at some point, saying: "You are only going to die if you rush in like this!"

"Go away!" Yang Yingjun waved her hand away angrily.

Wushuang frowned.

Yang Yingjun rushed towards the fire without hesitation, Wushuang used lightness kung fu to reach the door of the palace first, swung the sword in his hand, split the big lock on the door, and kicked the door open.

Thick smoke rushed towards his face, Wushuang turned his head to avoid it, and at this moment, Yang Yingjun had already rushed in.

"Hey!" Wushuang was helpless, she was ordered to protect the princess Zhou Quan, no matter how unwilling she was, she could only follow her into the sea of ​​fire.

Fortunately, the fire was set from the outside, and the house didn't burn much except for the smoke.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

In the thick smoke, Yang Yingjun vaguely saw two figures falling at the entrance of the side hall. "Beautiful!" He yelled, without looking at the burning rubble that fell down from time to time, and flew straight past.

The temperature in the hall was so high that Wushuang felt like his face was going to burn.She tore off a corner of her clothes, covered her mouth and nose, and walked towards Yang Yingjun.

Yang Yingjun struggled to set up Yang Meili, who had already been unconscious, and turned to Wushuang, "Hurry up and help!"

Wushuang hesitated, and walked over to help support Yang Meili.

"I asked you to help drag Wu Yao out!"

Wushuang said coldly, "I was only ordered to protect you."

"You..." Yang Yingjun was furious, his eyes were sore from the smoke, and he coughed fiercely when he drilled into his lungs, "cough cough cough... you... cough cough... well, if that's the case, you go back and tell me Emperor Dog, don't want to know the whereabouts of Shangguan Liuyun!"

Wu Shuang's complexion changed suddenly, he paused, and bent down to support Wu Yao.

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