ten steps one kill

You can't even compare to a child. Do you really believe that the dead can be resurrected? "

Duan Qichang's eyes widened: "You...you're not..."

Nangong Jin said: "For so many years, I have been observing your every move, and your temperament has not changed at all. You have not married for ten years, and you put on an affectionate appearance, so that the world will praise you as a lover , do you think this will cover up your sins?"

Duan Qichang lowered his head slowly, saw the bleeding wound on his abdomen, raised his head again, and looked at the person opposite, with an incredulous expression on his face.

In his gradually blurred vision, the person opposite him completely changed his appearance, blood resurfaced on his pale skin, blue veins bulged on his tense neck, and his fists were clenched loudly.Even the voice of speaking has changed, becoming more hoarse and deeper, every word is spit out through gnashing of teeth, and the anger gushes out like a torrent.

"So it's you...it's you...why?"

"Why?" The man asked coldly, "Nangong Jin is my blood relative, the only sister in the world, but you cheated her, defiled her, ruined her life, and you still have the face to ask me why?"

Duan Qichang realized that he had been cheated, the shock on his face turned into anger, and he struggled to stand up, but the wound on his abdomen was too deep, and the blade seemed to have calculated the right angle, it just cut into the liver and spleen, and he couldn't stretch out With straight legs and feet, his knees were just a little off the ground, and then he knelt down on the ground in embarrassment. His eyes were covered with red threads, his canthus were cracked, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

His opponent didn't even want to endure his last struggle, and kicked him on the shoulder with a look of disgust.

Kong Huai possessed excellent swordsmanship, but it was useless after all. He fell to the ground like an inflatable cloth bag, his forehead knocked heavily, and the blood from his abdomen was pooled on the ground, vaguely holding the viscera that flowed out from his abdomen, which was unbearable. into the eyes.

He raised his head slightly, as if he saw ten-year-old Duan Changya standing in the distance, waiting for him in a daze.Who else could save the poor child but him?

However, he couldn't reach the end of the long corridor after all.

He exhausted the last of his strength, maintained a prone position, moved half his body forward, and finally fell into a pool of blood, completely losing consciousness.

Before dying, he couldn't even say his opponent's name.

The head of the Tianji Gate, full of shock, anger and unwillingness, greeted a death as light as a feather in this night when the sky was burning.

Nangongyou lowered his gaze, looking at the corpse in the corridor. "Y" "X" D" "J".

Even if it is a proud son standing on the top of the martial arts, the blood shed is no different from that of ordinary people.The same fleshy body, the same skin, with a hole poked out in the stomach, will also usher in death.

The overturned medicine bowl rolled to Duan Qichang's hand, and the blood he bleed was mixed with the blood he collected, and they seeped into the cold soil together regardless of each other.The perpetrator and the victim will eventually sink together, forever entangled and unable to escape.

Disgustingly dirty.

Nangongyou took a step back, being careful not to get dirty blood on his toes, he would never allow any filth to stain his dress.After all, it was one of the few relics left by Nangong Jin.

As long as it is something Nangong Jin left behind, every piece is precious.

After a long night of fighting, his body and mind were overwhelmed by fatigue.Disguise is by no means an easy task. In order to change his voice, his posture, and the temperature of his skin, he has to use his internal strength carefully and never relax for a moment.The person he wants to kill comes from the most famous swordsmanship school in the world, as long as he reveals a flaw, his ten-year wait will be in vain.

Fortunately, he finally succeeded.Even tiredness could not cover up the surging joy in his heart.

For this moment, he really endured for too long.He was born weak, and was judged by the doctor that he could not practice martial arts since he was a child, but for revenge, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his own strength, secretly studied martial arts, and at the same time pretended to be gentle and harmless around his enemies, restraining his edge, sacrificing courage, and waiting for good opportunities.

The good opportunity came from the appearance of Song Yungui.

Song Yungui founded Dongfengtang, and became famous all over the world in just ten years. He is a rising star in the martial arts world, but in terms of status and majesty, Dongfengtang has never been able to be on an equal footing with such a famous sect as Tianjimen, so Song Yungui has long been peeping at Duan Qichang's status. For a long time, his remaining affection for Nangong Jin also became a force that fueled the flames.

The two hit it off immediately, and jointly planned the martial arts conference on Yingzhou Island, pushing Duan Qichang to a dead end step by step.

Tonight, Nangong You successfully assassinated the head of the Tianji Sect. This achievement alone is enough to shake the martial arts world.But he was far from satisfied. Duan Qichang's death was just the beginning. He wanted to take away the glory that Duan Qichang cared about most.He wants the Duan family to be engraved on the pillar of shame forever for generations, and never stand up.

Right now, he was one step away from realizing his goal, and in the deserted corridor, he was finally able to take a short rest.

Putting aside his hatred for Duan's, he doesn't hate this house.Tianjimen's foundations spread all over China, but this courtyard on Yingzhou Island is different.For the residents on the vast mainland, the island itself is a gift of nature, far away from disturbance, peaceful and peaceful, surrounded by mountains and seas, as clean as a paradise.In the first few years of marrying into the Duan family, this was Nangong Jin's favorite mansion.

When Nangong Jin first married, Nangong You was only a teenager in his early ten years.Being born in a family of royal relatives means being far away from the warmth of human feelings. His mother died early, his father was indifferent, and the siblings around him were scheming, but he was weak and was regarded as a burden by everyone.Therefore, he learned the ability of forbearance since he was a child.Even though he was sent to Tianji Gate like a dowry, he never complained.

As long as he can be by Nangong Jin's side, he will be satisfied.

From an ignorant and immature boyhood, he has had an intimacy with his older biological sister beyond brotherhood.In the days in a foreign land, the ignorant love further fermented in loneliness, turning into darker and more invisible human desires.

He didn't know where the love came from, nor was it tolerated by the laws of nature and human relations. He could only swallow his unwillingness and watched the person he loved become a stranger's wife and give birth to a stranger's offspring.He knew very well that his love was destined to be fruitless, so he never asked for anything in return, but silently buried the seeds in his heart, watching his sister's happy appearance from the dark.

His life is just like his name, always wrapped in a touch of deep worry.

If it wasn't for the accident ten years ago, he should have been a vassal of Nangong Jin, living an ordinary, dull, mediocre life. He didn't need to be strong or perfect, just like a low shrub in a dense forest, covered by a taller tree crown, forever Without sunlight, we quietly usher in the season of withering.

But Nangong Jin's death changed everything.

The dead cannot be resurrected - the curse he said to Duan Qichang is not his dead end.

The stranger robbed him of the light in his life, the stranger became his enemy.So he pulled out the branch and stretched it desperately until he punched a hole in the barrier that covered him.Everything he did had to pay hardships that ordinary people couldn't comprehend.But he didn't feel bitter. Compared with everything he lost, a little flesh and blood pain was really nothing.

Tonight, he finally got his wish.

Duan Qichang lay motionless curled up on the ground, the corpse gradually became cold, before the five fingers of the dead corpse became stiff, Nangong Jin stepped forward again, turned the dagger dripping with blood in his hand, and stuffed the handle between Duan Qichang's five fingers .

Then, he took a few steps back and looked at his masterpiece from a distance.The corpse looked as if he had cut open his abdominal cavity with his own hands, and died with a shocked expression and hatred.

As long as he doesn't speak, no one will ever know the truth.

A gust of wind blew past, rustling the grass and trees in the courtyard, and the familiar fragrance of hibiscus flowers wafted in the air, as if an invisible ghost floated past the end of the corridor, with grass leaves on her dress, and her footsteps sounded like bell.

Nangongyou raised her head slightly and narrowed her eyes, as if she saw the shadow of her sweetheart.

But he knew well that the smell of hibiscus was not from ghosts, but from the sachet he was wearing.

How cruel, the dead cannot be resurrected, and even ghosts do not exist in the world.

But there is still a solid belief in his heart - as long as he is still alive, Nangong Jin will not die, they are brothers and sisters, just like the two ends of a hibiscus flower, one part is buried deep in the soil, and the other part is in full bloom under the sun.

He is willing to devote the remaining time to share the same life with the deceased through the connected blood.This is an honor that neither Duan Qichang nor Song Yungui can enjoy, it is his supreme privilege.

He was intoxicated in a vain happiness, raised his head slightly, and stood at the end of the corridor, welcoming the moment when the sun rose.

It is almost dawn, and the brand-new sun tears open the night in the east, and drives away the smoke and dust accumulated overnight. The hustle and bustle of the world is insignificant in front of it. Brand new reincarnation.

Nangong You returned to her room, put away Nangong Jin's dress and put it at the bottom of the box.Redress the appearance of Prince Pingnan again.

Then, he left the side courtyard through the back door, hurriedly walked through the main entrance of the Duan Mansion, and came before the bewildered crowd.

Duan Qichang's dormitory was crowded with people, many familiar faces gathered together.They have been here all night.All of them looked haggard and anxious.

Seeing Nangong You, the gardener seemed to have seen a life-saving straw, and immediately walked up to his footsteps, saying, "Your Highness, you are back."

Nangong nodded at the other party worryingly, and said: "I'm sorry, something happened in Zhujianzhuang last night, and I really can't get away. By the way, master, I want to see him soon."

"My lord...he locked the door and didn't let us in. Perhaps something serious happened to the Duan Mansion too...Your Highness, you are the only one who can decide for us now."

Nangongyou supported the old man's trembling shoulders, and said softly, "Don't panic, let's go in and take a look."

Before the gardener could answer, Chang Zhao interjected, "The head of the house locked the door himself and ordered us not to trespass."

Nangongyou heard the words, frowned and said: "According to the temperament of the master, he will never be so arbitrary. There is no movement all night, so it may be in danger. You bring a few people to break the lock."

Chang Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded immediately and said, "I understand!"

Relying on the skills of the disciples of Tianjimen, it is no problem to deal with a locked door.However, behind the door, what awaits them will be real bad news.

A group of people filed in, and the footsteps soon became chaotic, mixed with exclamations.Not long after, the trembling voice of the gardener came from the depths of the courtyard: "My lord...he...he seems to have killed himself..."

An imperceptible smile appeared on Nangongyou's face.