Proudly follow your heart

This sound of hatred spreads all over the world, I don't know how much hatred, how much resentment, how much anger, how much sorrow, everyone who hears it trembles, even the night owls, Xiao Hu, Luo Qian and others feel terrified.

Although Huang Mu led a large number of Xia troops, including Beijiang Aowei's subordinates, none of these many people dared to step forward.

How to tell them to come forward?Under the bloody wind in front of him, in front of the exposed bones on Huang Mu's chest, in the blood red in front of him, as long as he is not someone who wants to commit suicide, he is unwilling to go up to seek death.

The knife-wielding man they saw was not a person, he was a fierce underground ghost, and if anyone approached him, he would drag them into the underworld together.

His hands were stained with blood, and Jun Zhanran's surroundings became an open space. Those who hadn't escaped had turned into piles of bones and pieces of flesh. Jun Zhanran didn't know whether he was possessed or not. , the strong emotion in his chest was about to overwhelm him.

"Jun Zhanran, you are crazy! No matter how powerful you are, you can't match the strength of the two armies... Did you hear..."

Huang Mu's tone was not as strong as what he said. The sun-shielding knife cut off the flesh and blood. The guard he used as a shield was dead. He had long been hiding in the crowd, seeing Jun Zhanran's abnormal reaction , His trembling heart didn't know whether it was more regret or fear.

Severe pain came from his body, Huang Mu didn't dare to look at his injuries, he only understood one thing, he shouldn't use Nangong Cangao to lure Jun Zhanran to Tiangu!

Even if Jun Zhanran was besieged and finally captured as he wished, they would have to pay a huge price. Judging from the current situation, even if Ping Kanghuang was satisfied with his performance, so what?Could it be that Xia Guo can still enshrine a dead man as a king?

It is impossible for a dead person to be emperor, and he doesn't want to die yet.

"Don't push too hard! Jun Zhanran has gone mad, back quickly—" Ao Wei's voice came from the chaotic crowd, and the surrounding soldiers had long wanted to save their lives, and they didn't care if it was their master who spoke , and faded out of the forest in a panic.

If they swarmed up at this time, with their numbers and fighting strength, it would not be impossible to take Jun Zhanran down in one fell swoop, but those who rushed to the front would surely die under the sword, and no one wanted to be the one in front.

Jun Zhanran has a group of guards in Wulou, but he can't compare with the strength of the two armies. He also knows this in his heart. The number of people in Wulou will not exceed a hundred at most, but the two armies have hundreds of people. , if it is further away, there is still a camp where they are stationed. As long as someone sends an order, or lights a fire and sends a letter, the large group of people will arrive soon.

If you encounter such a situation on weekdays, someone will wake up and report it, but now it is not an ordinary situation. The people here are shocked by Jun Zhanran's ruthlessness, and there is no one Thinking of asking for help, even if you think about it, no one does it.

The soldiers who were cut alive by Huang Mu as a shield did not die immediately, the bloody bones were still struggling on the ground for a while, the blood-red skeletons stretched out their pale fingertips to ask for help, and the dense bones in the sun were like a scene. The most terrifying nightmare, such a horrific scene has already shattered their reason, leaving only boundless horror and fear.

There was blood all over the ground, eyes were red, even under the sun, the bluish white body was still creepy.

Black hair fluttered in the wind, against an indifferent and cold face, the corners of Jun Zhanran's mouth rose slightly, it was an arc full of malice and murderous intent.

Flesh and blood flew all over the sky, as if blocking the sun.

The evil ghost Yan Luo was born at this moment.

When he saw Nangong Cangao's corpse with his own eyes, the demon in Jun Zhanran's heart woke up.

The nightmare that has been suppressed for many years, the real dream full of red blood, will be repeated in his hands, but this time, this bloody and terrifying picture has become the nightmare of others.

If Nangong Cang Ao could see this scene, he didn't know how he would feel, would he frown and shake his head, or would he smile, still careless and calm?

The terrifying arc of Jun Zhanran's lips slowly retracted, leaving behind a straight line like a knife carving. The blood on his wrist was slowly flowing. No one knew that the blood did not come from others, but belonged to himself.

From the beginning to the end, Xiao Hu, Luo Qian and others never stopped shouting. They were afraid that Jun Zhanran would lose his mind, which would affect the night owls who were tied up on the side, and Shuyan and Yinjiu, whose hands were tied behind their backs on the tree trunk. The others were already stunned by the scene, drenched in blood and unable to speak a word.

Until Jun Zhanran, who was bleeding from his body, approached, a gust of wind was blown up, the blade slashed across the rope, Yin Jiu stood up immediately, even though he was good at extorting confessions from prisoners, and his hands were covered with blood, he still couldn't help it. Don't be moved by the sight in front of you.

The blood scum all over the ground and the bones of the corpse were actually done by Jun Zhanran alone.

Facing Jun Zhanran like this, Yin Jiu took a step back subconsciously, showing a vigilant look, and then felt something was wrong, but the man with the knife didn't even look at him, and had already walked past them.

Nangong Cangao's body was under the tree, Jun Zhanran's reason was telling him the truth, but his emotions couldn't accept it.

"Didn't you say you don't want me? Is this your reluctance?" He asked.

"You said you want to hand over the world to me, is this your delivery?" He continued to question.

"You said you would avenge me. This is the method you chose for me? Use your death to kill me?" He gritted his teeth tightly, stood at Nangong Cangao's feet, and looked down at the With a face that is both familiar and unfamiliar, whether Nangong Cangao really doesn't want him to use his hands to hurt the innocent, or whether he also wants to use his hands to avenge the Nangong family, is not important at all now.

"I said, if you die, I won't guard you forever—"

His voice was indifferent, and there was no expression on his face, but he suddenly smiled and continued: "So, why don't you let me destroy Daxia to be buried with you, and then destroy Beijiang to make them pay the price, and then I will come to accompany you." How about you?"

"In this way, you and I will not owe each other." His smile was faint, revealing some strange dark colors, as if Nangong Cang Ao was not dead, but was standing in front of him alive, talking to him.

"Whether it's because we use each other, we're pawns for each other, we're fighting against each other, or we're sympathetic to each other, there's never been anyone like you in the world, do you know? Nangong Cangao, there's never been anyone who dares to treat me like you Talk, dare to tempt me to show love to you, dare to attract my attention like that, so I have to put you in my heart."

"You don't seem to care about anything, but in fact everything is in your eyes. You said you don't care whether I hate you more or have a deeper affection for you. You always make fun of me in front of me, and you are always one-sided Free and easy, but do you know that I hate your tolerance and concessions in everything, and putting me first in everything! This is your method, you want me to be inseparable from you, right? You want me to feel owed, you even rarely Bring up your hatred of killing your father!"

"You said you must calm down, otherwise who will stop me from being blinded by hatred and losing my mind, but do you dare to say this is your truth? You really don't hate at all, don't complain at all? You are just covering up your dissatisfaction in the bottom of your heart, but It is through my hand to achieve the goal, in the final analysis, no matter how much love we have between you and me, it is just mutual use!"

"Otherwise—you wouldn't use your death to force me—to force me to hate the world! To force me to sacrifice my life, and to make the world pay for your death!"

The voice hovered in the forest, and Jun Zhanran's voice finally became hoarse.

The surroundings were suddenly very quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. The man in bloody clothes and long hair stood there defenseless, but no one spoke, and no one made a move.

Regardless of the enemy or the enemy, those who have not yet retreated stood where they were. After hearing these words, they couldn't suppress a kind of pain from the bottom of their hearts.

Ao Wei retreated halfway, still in the forest, couldn't help turning his head, unable to understand what kind of feelings would make a man treat another man like this... Touching the hair on his sideburns, he suddenly felt a feeling of loneliness, it was hard to Words.

Jun Zhanran threw down the knife and leaned over to pick up Nangong Cang Ao's body. His hands trembled slightly, and his bitten lips covered Nangong Cang Ao's. On pale dry lips.

His lips lost their heat, and they would never entangle him like before. Occasionally, he would entangle him like a rogue, and he bit down hard, as if he could warm these lips with blood and relive the past. heat.

Blood overflowed from the overlapping lips, as if there was no one around, this place was not a battlefield, and everything had disappeared, Jun Zhanran kissed Nangong Cang Ao's pale lips desperately.

Watching silently, everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.

The weakened arm finally couldn't bear the weight in his arms. The blood on Jun Zhanran's wrist continued to flow, and his trembling could no longer be concealed. Luo Qian was sure that his palms must have been seriously injured.

Once it is confirmed that Jun Zhanran is seriously injured, Xia Guo and Bei Jiang's troops will surely make a comeback, and the nearby soldiers and horses will be summoned soon, and the situation will definitely reverse. Xiao Hu is impatient, but dare not remind him.

The salty blood slipped from the tip of his tongue and was swallowed by Jun Zhanran. There was severe pain in his wrists, and his trembling hands were about to lose hold of Nangong Cang Ao. The tip of his tongue suddenly went numb, and a cold hand grabbed his wrist.

"...but..." Like an illusion, I heard a soft shout, "... Zhanran..."