Proudly follow your heart

Shu Yan didn't expect Jun Zhanran to approach and open his mouth so grandly. The guards here are not blind and deaf. No matter how stupid they are, they can't find someone approaching. Shu Yan was impatient, but there was nothing he could do.

Sure enough, the guard turned around when he heard the words, "Someone trespassed, go and report to the Grand Prince's Hall—"

Jun Zhanran passed by, a hand pierced through his chest, "What's the use of reporting."

The guard bowed his head under the severe pain, with a dull expression on his face, as if he hadn't realized what happened. He only saw the hand slowly retracted, and there seemed to be a scar on the bloody palm, like an eagle Spread your wings...

Blood was dripping from his fingertips, Jun Zhanran had already walked over, he didn't look at the fallen corpse, he just looked in front of him.

There were two short wooden stakes erected on the ground. Nangong Cang Ao was lying on the ground. His wrists were tied with ropes at both ends. He was still the same Nangong Cang Ao, but he was no longer the Nangong Cang Ao in Jun Zhanran's memory. .

His face was gray, pale, and lifeless, not at all the radiant look he remembered. Under the blood-stained coat, the arrow wound on his chest was exposed. The wound was still there, but it no longer bleeds, nor has it scabbed over. .

In this case, only the dead will not bleed.

dead.

When this word entered Jun Zhanran's consciousness, his heart jumped suddenly. Contrary to his beating heart, he was very quiet, as quiet as stagnant water. He stood there quietly, looking at Nangong on the ground. Cang Ao felt neither sadness nor pain, nor mourning nor despair, it seemed that suddenly he lost all feeling.

"Lord Jun—" Shu Yan called him hesitantly, but Jun Zhanran didn't respond.

Yinjiu shook her head at Shuyan, and was startled by Jun Zhanran in front of her. Who would smile in front of the dead body of a loved one?It wasn't crying, it wasn't anger, it was a smile.

Slightly raised the corners of his mouth, slowly and slowly, the smile on Jun Zhanran's lips revealed an ominous smile, like a ghost in hell, the ethereal smile was very faint, without any emotion, not as pale as a real person , Although it is a laugh, it is creepy.

The smile turned into a chuckle, and the laughter was like a ghost. The guards who saw him piercing through the hearts of their companions were shocked, and even took a few steps back. They had all heard of Jun Zhanran and knew how powerful he was, but they had never seen it with their own eyes. , caught a glimpse of his blood-drenched hands, and heard this laugh again, no one dared to step forward again.

No one dared to speak. It seemed that everyone was frightened by the dead breath emanating from this man at this moment. No one had ever seen a living dead person, but right now, they didn't think Jun Zhanran was a living person.

He seemed to have died with Nangong Cang Ao.

The wind is still blowing, blowing up the black clothes on the ground, blowing away the bloody smell around, the scorching sun sprinkled through the mottled shadows of the trees, above the open space, Nangong Cang Ao in black is like ashes burning on the ground, printing In front of Jun Zhanran.

"After all, did I kill you?" He asked softly, walking forward.

No one dares to stop.

Everyone watched him pass by helplessly, with blood in their hands and death energy all over his body, as if he had suddenly transformed into Yama of Hell, unapproachable.

Jun Zhanran was already standing in front of Nangong Cang Ao. He said that if you live, you need to see people, and when you die, you need to see corpses.

Now, Nangong Cang Ao is right in front of him.

Many people who are good at poison also know medicine, he can tell at a glance that Nangong Cang Ao is indeed not breathing at all, he doesn't even need to touch it with his hands to confirm, he knows it.

"Lord Jun, the leader—" Shu Yan had his hands tied behind his back, and he knelt down on the ground, "The leader must not be dead, is he?! There is no reason why a dead man will not rot! The leader must not be dead!"

Jun Zhanran didn't move his eyes, and he didn't seem to hear Shu Yan's words. His voice seemed to come from another mouth, and he said to himself: "He said... the sun-shielding knife is extraordinary. Its sharpness is invincible. The ants are respectful and far away, and they can even make the corpse not rot, but unfortunately, this is just a legend, he has never tried it..."

Nangong Cang Ao once said with a smile, and it seemed that there was some regret in what he said, but now, does he already know the answer?

It seemed that he was convinced that Nangong Cang Ao was a dead person, and the sun-shielding knife was still around Nangong Cang Ao's waist, half out of its sheath, as if the owner of the knife would pull it up at any time, and the exposed blade still had a scarlet tinge under the sun. Awn, dim light.

Jun Zhanran bent down, stroked the blade with his hand, and moved his fingers up the scabbard. He stopped the moment he touched Nangong Cangao's body. His slightly trembling hands did not touch Nangong Cangao's body in the end.

Did he dare not, or was he afraid?Yinjiu was also tied behind her back, and couldn't bear to see Jun Zhanran's appearance at the moment. The world-famous landlord of Wulou, who is amazingly talented, has he ever been afraid of anything?

"Who killed him?" Jun Zhanran's tone was not that of a living person, without any emotion. At the end of the hot summer, there was a chill in the woods.

The sound of hacking and killing outside continued, but this place was like another world. There were obviously many guards, but no one woke up, no one shouted, stepped forward to do something, and naturally no one would answer this question.

"Who is it?" His hand rested on the knife, as if the hand and knife were carved from gold and stone. He turned his head, and all the sharpness of those hands and the knife seemed to gather in his eyes.

The person he caught a glimpse of couldn't help avoiding his eyes, and stepped back, "No...it's me!" He shook his head repeatedly.

"You don't have to ask, no matter who it is, it's always one of my subordinates." A voice came from outside the forest to answer, and Huang Mu's words could not hide his complacency. Xiao Hu and others rushed towards the forest in front of him, fighting as they walked. , "The landlord, Yingshuai, he—"

The battle outside the forest finally moved to the middle of the forest. Huang Mu's troops had surrounded the forest. Xiao Hu and others rushed in. Until he saw Nangong Cang Ao's body, he still didn't want to believe that this man was dead. Well, Nangong Cang Ao will not die, let alone at the hands of someone like Huang Mu.

"Huang Mu." Jun Zhanran suppressed the surging feeling in his chest, and reminded himself that there are still his people here, as well as Xiao Hu and Luo Qian... He must, calm down...

Thinking in this way, he opened his eyes, but his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist again, he seemed to see the past again, saw the large red walls and tiles, saw the sky that seemed to be smeared with blood, and saw the tomb. , saw death...

Nan, Gong, Cang, Ao.

"Jun Zhanran——no, I'd better call you Uncle Huang, Huang Zhan, King Zhan." Huang Mu is not interested in what happened in the past at all. What he is interested in is only the crown prince in front of him. Xiajun Zhanran, my father still doesn't know how happy he will be, the heir to the throne is no one else.

Huang Mu was still talking, but Jun Zhanran didn't hear a word. All the emotions that seemed to be numb a moment ago surged back together, overwhelmed him, and was about to swallow him until he died.

Nan, Gong, Cang, Ao.

He stretched out his hand, and, blah—the sun-shielding knife came out of its sheath, as if it was waiting for this volleying sword, the red light suddenly brightened!

No one has ever seen Jun Zhanran use a knife, but this does not mean that he can't use a knife, he can use a knife, and it is not bad. After learning a certain level of martial arts, he can understand by analogy, let alone Jun Zhanran Such a master.

The light of the saber flew like red tiles, the pieces of light were different from Nangong Cang Ao's elegant and agile, this piece of light was so miserable and beautiful that one could almost hear the screams of ghosts.

The knife screamed like a ghost, rolling up layers of blood light. Before Huang Mu could react, the flesh and blood on his body rolled up like red tiles, and was cut off by the knife light.

How could he block Jun Zhanran's knife with his skill!Maybe no one in the world can stop this desperate knife.

Huang Mu screamed, blood foam splashed on Jun Zhanran's face with a sharp laugh, and then slowly flowed down, like blood and tears sliding down his face, but he was laughing, "Huang Mu, I will show you what life is better than death—— I will make the entire Xia Kingdom pay the price—anyone related to Nangong Cang Ao's death, in this life, I will not let it go, in this life, I want him to live in hell!"

Under the ghostly voice, pieces of flesh and blood were cut open. The strange thing is that Huang Mu is still alive. The thin flesh and blood are rolled up, revealing the bones underneath. Although he has not noticed the passing of life, he still Can see the horrific scene that happened to him, who can watch himself being molested with his own eyes without being moved?

Huang Mu pulled the soldiers beside him, and suddenly there was another person screaming. Jun Zhanran didn't care who was under the knife at all, he just wanted to see blood.

Only blood can quench the hatred in the heart and the pain of losing a loved one, and only blood can repay this debt.

eye for eye.He never did anything wrong.

"Oops! The landlord is going to be possessed!" Xiao Hu shouted anxiously as he watched the blood rain all over the sky. This time is different from the past. In the past, there was an eagle commander to appease him. What about this time?

Luo Qian's eyes paused, "It must be that the poison has been used up, so the landlord will use the knife! And his hands..."

The person known as the ghost hand should not use a knife, but Jun Zhanran used a knife.

The light of the knife was intertwined with the light of blood, and the blue and white long clothes were stained red with blood, and the stern laughter echoed in the air, "Cang Ao, it's useless for you to use all your efforts to lure me to love you, if you die, my love will be used again!" Where are you going? How about turning everything into hatred, hating the world—"