Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

The night was dark, but suddenly it rained heavily.

The thunder rumbled, and the ferocious purple lightning cut through the gloomy sky, reflecting bloody cold light on the scene on the ground.

The rainwater hit the snow-white blade of the halberd on the ground, mixed with black blood, flowing through the broken armor, the fallen banner, and merged into the moat. The gray-black city wall seemed to be soaked in it. The rice paper was gradually stained with blood from the feet all the way up, and the broken feather arrows piled up below, which looked like thorns from a distance.

"My lord, the Suzaku Army and the others are attacking!"

"what!"

The bronze wine cup fell, and the fine green ant juice poured out on the ground. King Xuanwu, who was sitting on the throne, widened his eyes and looked at the servant kneeling below.

"Where's the Praetorian Guard?"

"I'm trying my best to resist near the city gate, but... I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for an hour."

King Xuanwu stood up abruptly, swept away all the things on the table with a wave of his sleeves, and yelled at Concubine Ji beside him.

"They're all a bunch of trash! A bunch of idiots! Get out! Get out of here!"

The concubines screamed and ran away.

When only the king and his servants were left in the hall, Mu Feng, who stood at the top, shook his body and collapsed on the throne.

"My lord, the plainclothes are ready. The queen and princes are waiting for you in the apse."

King Xuanwu listened to the words of his valet and was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed in a low voice, the laughter gradually distorted.

"Yes... yes! If the green hills are here, I'm not afraid that there will be no firewood..."

He straightened up, a trace of chaotic madness shot out of his eyes.

"This palace can't be defended anymore, but the widow will always be the king of Xuanwu!"

"Baili Yunlin, you will pay for the hatred of killing your brother and the destruction of your country!"

……

boom!

The heavy city gate was smashed open by hitting the wood, and the Suzaku army in red armor was like blood soaked in black ink, and chopped into a ball with the Xuanwu imperial guards in black armor.

"kill!!!"

The deafening shouts almost drowned out the sound of clashing soldiers. The morale-boosting Suzaku army was one against ten, and each of them was extremely mighty. A basalt halberd with a tortoise and a snake.

There was a loud neighing from far away, and a vigorous war horse galloped from outside the city gate, its jet-black mane was shiny in the rain, and its four iron hooves splashed scarlet waves in the muddy water. The golden red figure is rebellious and unruly, like a god descending from the earth, the god of war reborn.

The man held up the three-foot long sword in his hand, and the black heart in his palm spit out raging black flames, lingering on the blade like a living thing.

Those Xuanwu soldiers who are still fighting with the enemy in front of them, desperately defending the monarch they are loyal to, have not realized that when the horse passes by them, their lives, their souls, will be forever in darkness.

With a sweep of the long sword, a gust of wind cut the rain curtain apart, and the invisible gangster energy bounced the raindrops in all directions. The sharp blade cut off heads like mud, and pierced the enemy's chest like torn paper. , cutting off all weapons like cutting feathers.

That row of overwhelming momentum is beyond the reach of ordinary people, fearless, strong and weak, meaningless life and death, those dark purple eyes, as if there is a deep vortex flowing inside, and you can get a glimpse of the tenacious and firm will, carrying a country on its back, and a The hopes of people who are more important than the country.

When the battle stopped for a while, Baili Yunlin's trousers below his knees were splashed with blood and turned dark black, leaving a sea of ​​black corpses behind him.

"Wang, the imperial guards at the east gate have been wiped out, leaving no one alive."

The lieutenant general in red armor got off his horse and reported.

"Yeah." The rain soaked the red tassels on the armor on the man's head, but it couldn't stop the fierce fighting spirit emanating from the straight nose and cold browbones. He tilted his head, "You guard here For those who go out without permission, they will be killed without mercy. Others, go with Gu!"

"Yes!"

The black war horse set off again, raised its head, led the mighty red army, stepped on the wide official road, and drove straight towards the Xuanwu Palace under the thunder.

……

The soldiers and horses stopped on the hundred steps in front of the palace, Baili Yunlin jumped off the horse, slowly raised his head, looked at the "Tianxuan Hall" on the palace, raised his boots, and stepped on the first step...

Due to the long-term corruption of the imperial court, the military strength of the Xuanwu Kingdom is insufficient. The soldiers are all recruits who have just been recruited and lack training.

Breaking through the Xuanwu Palace was easier than imagined.

This war, which lasted for one year and four months, can finally come to an end.

Baili Yunlin brought his own soldiers and stood in front of King Xuanwu's palace, with some emotion on his face.

With a flash of sword light, the two wooden doors shattered into four pieces and fell inward.

Standing in front of the empty Xuanwu Palace, King Suzaku wearing vermilion gold armor looked at the shining throne on top of it, and his face sank a little bit.

"king!"

The blood-soaked soldier stumbled up the palace steps, knelt down in front of Baili Yunlin, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said intermittently, "Turke, that dog thief! He took those prisoners... and escaped from the camp...in the west city The door is in ambush! We were attacked from the front and rear, and suffered heavy losses. General Fu accidentally shot an arrow... sacrificed... sacrificed..."

Standing in front of the empty palace, Suzaku King slowly turned around, the chill on his face even surpassed the piercing rain.

Behind him, the plaque of Tianxuan Hall suddenly swayed, fell to the ground, and fell into two halves, the incision was clean and neat, it was actually split by the sword energy early in the morning.

……

In front of the west city gate, Mianchuan guard Turke led more than a hundred remnants behind him, holding swords, guarding the gate. With guns and daggers, each expression is decisive.

"Hahaha, King Suzaku, I have no regrets in being able to die by your sword today."

Turke looked at the man on a tall horse who was staring at him in front of him, and clenched the short sword in his hand.

Baili Yunlin said indifferently, "Where did Mu Feng escape?"

"I'm afraid Suzaku King will never know this answer." Turke's eyes lit up.

"Gu admires your stupid loyalty..." The man narrowed his eyes, "He keeps it, and everyone else kills it."

Without any further instructions from him, the soldiers behind had already rushed out, fighting with the remaining Xuanwu people.

"Hahahaha!" Turke's back knee was cut by a sword, he knelt down on the ground, but he raised his head stubbornly, and shouted in the pouring rain, "I know that King Suzakuyun is brave and powerful, only with a few hundred People, I can't resist your burning time, so... I can only find another way."

A very ominous premonition welled up in his heart, Baili Yunlin's pupils shrank suddenly as if being pricked by a needle, and his chest suddenly heaved a few times, but he heard the Xuanwu man kneeling on the ground continue to say unyieldingly.

"Isn't Suzaku King curious, how is that empress doing now?"

……

Zhang Liangshao slept very restlessly this time.

There was rumble and thunder outside the tent, which gradually merged with the scene of divine punishment in the dream.

"Song Yunyin..."

He raised his head, hearing the sound of stern wind and dripping rain, and in his eyes was the golden sword point protruding from the chest of the sword repairman in white.

A sword pierces the heart, it hurts even looking at it.

How are you, are you alive?

Are you still in that wilderness now, or are you attacking the city in Xuanwu City?

Are you my master, or my king?Exclusive or more?

"don't want……"

In sight, the man frowned, and the sticky blood from his mouth dripped down his clothes uncontrollably.

"Do not believe……"

what?

Trying his best not to blur the dream, Zhang Liangshao blinked, and two lines of rejected tears rolled down his cheeks.

He stared intently at the shape of the man's mouth, excluding distracting thoughts, ignoring the mottled blood, ignoring the big sword on his chest, and the unexplained paranoid will that suddenly shot out from the man's eyes.

"Don't trust him..."

Zhang Liangshao froze for a moment, everything in his mind went blank.

Don't trust him?

Who?

Baili Yunlin?

[Notice!Urgent mission [Dark Night Assault]: The prisoners escaped from the shackles while the guards were not paying attention. Don't kill them carelessly!Zhang Liangshao, you have to be careful. ]

His thoughts were interrupted by 7474741's long-lost warning sound, and his consciousness was ejected directly from the dream. The body of the young man lying on the bed rolled to the side faster than his brain, and he jumped up. The white light was full of murderous intent.

The purple lightning suddenly fell outside the tent, and the stern lightning left behind the fleeting face of the young man in the darkness, bewitching and evil, like a thousand-year-old ghost who had been cultivated to become a spirit.