I want it all

Mo Wuya lifted Su Lang's chin with his sword, and sighed: "It's a pity that you used Qi Yuwen's appearance in life, and now you have to wear this appearance even in death. I don't know how much Shen Feiyun will have after you die." Are you sad?"

Su Lang was unmoved. At such an urgent moment, he still dealt with it calmly, as calm as sitting in the courtyard and admiring flowers under the moonlight.

There was only one thought in his mind.

—You are going to die.

I'm still so young, I haven't committed any damn wrong things, and I haven't got the blood of innocent people on my hands, so why should I die?

The mind fluctuated by Shen Feiyun instantly subsided, and the only thoughts left in his mind were how to fight back.

"I have a potion in my bosom, you open the bottle, pour the potion on my face, and you can take off the human|skin|mask on my face." Su Lang thought about it.

But he had worn the mask for less than two months, and even with the drops of potion, he couldn't take it off.

He paused and continued speaking.

"You're right. I don't want to still look like my senior brother after I die. I want Shen Feiyun to see when he comes back that it's not someone else who died, but me, Su Lang, so that he will feel bad. Forget it, miss me in your heart."

"Why should I listen to you?" Mo Wuya showed a cruel smile, "You didn't understand what I meant. You pretended to be listening to the wind and delayed my chance to find his body; I want you to taste the same taste when you are dead and unknown, and your lover has forgotten you in the years."

Su Lang had to admit that the possibility of Shen Feiyun empathizing with another could indeed disturb his mind, but at this moment, he had to suppress the strange feeling in his heart and keep thinking.

Before he could say the next sentence, the strong wind of the nine-section whip came howling, and then the black iron fell, and the move was fierce and fierce, causing intense and long-lasting pain on Su Lang's body.

Su Lang didn't even blink his eyes, and forcibly resisted the painful whip.

"You want to pretend to be a hard bone?" Mo Wuya put away his whip, condescending, and his tone was full of arrogance and contempt.

He has seen too many people like Su Lang who can endure for a while, but he has never seen a person who can endure forever.

Su Lang shook his head slowly. Yashan Sang's silk net was tightly twisted, so the range was not large, and his movements looked very stiff.In this case, he was very serious.

"I don't have to pretend."

He's a tough guy.

"Very good." Mo Wuya laughed out loud, looking at the swordsman in white clothes stained with yellow dust at his feet.

After a while, he said with satisfaction: "If you were crying out for pain at the beginning, I would lose more than half of my interest in torturing you. In the past 30 years, I like the self-proclaimed hard-boned slut the most. At the end of the torture, your dignity and nobility are all broken. The moment you bow your head, this is the most beautiful gesture."

After Mo Wuya finished speaking, his dark face could not conceal his excitement.

Following the movement, the tip of the sword pierced Su Lang's chest, and slowly pierced into his lungs, but it didn't hurt the root, just to cause him pain, gently stirred on the surface, and quickly pulled away.

"What, is it comfortable?" Mo Wuya sneered coldly, vomited a mouthful of blood, and wiped it casually, "I will be grateful to you for hearing the wind go without pain? I wish I could peel your skin and slice you meat..."

Seeing that he was only at the end of his battle, Su Lang calmed down even more, and said calmly, "Everyone, each other."

When he spoke and breathed, his chest rose and fell slightly, and the acrid pain came from the lobe of the lungs, went straight to the top, and screamed wantonly in his mind.

"You bitch!"

Mo Wuya was enraged, and he greeted repeatedly with his whip and long sword.

Su Lang's acupuncture points were tapped, so he couldn't use his internal strength, and was completely exposed to the opponent's anger. He was beaten and rolled non-stop, but he never made a sound.

Mo Wuya gritted his teeth with hatred because of his unrelenting arrogance despite being slaughtered.

Soon, Su Lang's body was covered with scars, and when he couldn't take care of himself, he said hoarsely: "You want me to come because you are going to kill me...but you and Xu...Xu Qingyun are going to let...Shen Feiyun do something ..."

His lung lobes were damaged, and every time he said a word, the fishy sweetness in his throat intensified.

Mo Wuya saw that he had less air intake and more air out, so he smiled and said: "Naturally let Shen Feiyun do things and lead the members of the Holy Fire Cult to move to the former Great Yan Kingdom."

Su Lang was shocked when he heard the words, his mind went blank, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He couldn't help but recall Mo Wuya's scolding before.

——Your emperor resorted to military tactics, and destroyed Dayan and Huns successively between the two dynasties.

The first emperor destroyed Dayan, and the current emperor destroyed the Xiongnu where Jian Yichen's mother and concubine lived, and sent Shen Zhao to encircle and suppress the remnants of Dayan.

It seems that Mo Wuya's teacher came from the Yan Kingdom, and he founded the Sacred Fire Sect in an attempt to restore the country.

It is no wonder that the people of the Holy Fire Cult are cruel and heartless, because they are aliens and enemies to the congregation.

Su Lang clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly asked loudly: "Shen Feiyun is also from Yan Kingdom?"

As soon as the words fell, bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and then gurgled down, unstoppable.

"No," Mo Wuya shook his head slightly, "Shen Feiyun is the son of Lieutenant General Shen Zhao. His parents were ordered by the Emperor Dog to wipe out us, and because of Shen Zhao's misjudgment, they died at my hands."

"You actually want him to lead the enemy back to the country!" Su Lang's eyes were gradually bloodshot, his face was angry, he coughed while talking, and the blood flowed out unstoppably.

"You've been a dark mouse for a long time...cough cough...your brain was eaten away by the dirty things in the ground, that's why you think you can deceive Shen Feiyun...keep lying and let him do things for you?"

"You don't need to lie all the time, as long as you can lie for a while, there is not much time left for the dog emperor." Mo Wuya said with a sinister expression.

He raised his sword and stepped forward, his red clothes were stained with blood, Xuan Chi's poisonous blood coagulated, his chest looked so red that it was black, his whole person was like a Shura walking from hell.

"We are small in number, and it is absolutely impossible to eliminate you." Mo Wuya said while placing the mysterious sword on Su Lang's neck, "If you want to restore the country on the ruins of the Yan Kingdom, you will have to rely on others more or less , and the Dog Emperor wished he could kill us all, so I naturally want to set up another puppet."

Speaking of this, he was also very tired, deeply feeling that his life was coming to an end, full of grievances and didn't know who to talk to, so he had to confide to Su Lang, whom he hated to the bone.

"I have worked hard all my life, and I have never had any selfish intentions. I hate Murong Xue as the only remaining blood of the Yan Kingdom's royal family, but she didn't accept our favor, changed her name and ran to the Central Plains, and severed ties with us."

Su Lang suddenly realized, and murmured: "You have planned to kill the emperor long ago, so that the crown prince will take over..."

"Wrong." Mo Wuya bent down, "Jian Yike is the same as his father, he is not a good thing, greedy, cowardly, selfish, shameless... The person we want to push is of course Jian Yichen."

Jian Yichen, nicknamed Hu Nu, was brought back to the Xiongnu by his mother and concubine, and grew up in the grassland.Because of the lack of heirs, he was called back to the Daming Palace by the emperor, and was taught by the Taifu together with Jian Yike and Jian Yishan.

From the age of 15, he fought with Shen Zhao on the battlefield.

At the age of 17, the Xiongnu suffered a famine and plundered and slaughtered the border. Shen Zhao took him to the border town to exterminate the Xiongnu.He became famous in the first battle and got half of Shen Zhao's military power.

Previously, no matter how many military exploits Jian Yichen had made, he still had no real power. This time he was credited with destroying the Xiongnu, and finally gained the emperor's trust because half of the Xiongnu's blood flowed on him.

Since the demise of the Xiongnu was a certainty, he sacrificed the blood of his clansmen, stepped on their bones to ascend to power, and then hid his strength and bide his time, before contemplating revenge.

Mo Wuya said softly: "After all, the emperor's palace is deep, and the prince formed a clique for private interests, and the power was about to approach him, so he brought out Jian Yichen to fight against the prince. But no matter how cruel Jian Yichen was and how loyal he was, he still favored the prince.

"Since he is biased, we have to make a small plan to separate their father and son, so that the prince will fall out of favor, and he will no longer be able to take the position. How do you think the heart-eating Gu that Jian Yichen obtained from Prince Chen's son fell into the hands of the prince? Of course it is Listen to the wind to offer a plan to send it, so that the prince will poison and murder the emperor."

Su Lang frowned, and asked calmly: "Then 'a little gold' to unlock the Heart-biting Gu?"

"'A little gold' was originally in the hands of the Shi family," Mo Wuya explained word by word, "Shi Hongying gave it to the prince to win over King Chen. Prince Chen's son also gave it to Jian Yichen. The mother Gu of 'A Little Gold' is poisonous, so he supported it." However, the transition was given to Shen Feiyun."

At this point, everything could not be more clear.

The original plan of the Sacred Fire Sect was that Mo Tingfeng let the prince poison the emperor, and then Jian Yichen offered the poisoned antidote. Although it can undo the heart-eating Gu, taking the antidote and a little gold is equivalent to taking another kind of poison. □.

After the emperor woke up, he was really furious and deposed the prince.

If Su Lang hadn't disrupted the situation, I'm afraid that the Sacred Fire Church would unite with Jian Yichen to attack Chang'an and wipe out Shen Zhao and his army.

After Su Lang figured it out, an unprecedented sense of crisis swept over him, almost engulfing him.

Knowing the mystery of this, he killed Mo Wuya's only son, and since Mo Wuya's death was approaching, he estimated that he would not live for half a moment, and would die with Mo Wuya on the red silk in front of Biexue Winery.

The mysterious sword cut open the skin on the neck, moving slowly.

Mo Wuya didn't want Su Lang to die happily. He wanted Su Lang to experience the feeling of the cold long sword piercing the skin inch by inch, and die in boundless despair.

"I will die without a doubt, and I will die with conviction." Su Lang closed his eyes and shed two lines of tears.

He made the last struggle, endured the severe pain, tried his best to make his words coherent, and said earnestly: "You are sincere to Lu Chu, and you must be able to understand that the word love is harmful to others."

"Not bad." Mo Wuya was filled with emotion when he thought of his dead wife.

For him, death may no longer be a punishment, but an alternative reward, so that he can reunite with his relatives in another country.

"I am the same for Shen Feiyun..." Su Lang choked up and gasped, "I only have one wish now... Can you put his Supa in my palm, I will..."

Mo Wuya would not let Su Lang get what he wanted, but when Su Lang mentioned Lu Chu, he affirmed his love for Lu Chu.

Therefore, even though there was a blood feud between the two, and they were both at the end of their lives, Su Lang couldn't escape at all, which made him feel a little empathetic.

"Where is Supa?" Mo Wuya asked.

"In my arms."

Even though Su Lang had no chance of escaping, Mo Wuya was still very cautious, carefully took Supa out of his arms, and stuffed it into his palm.

"You can die with peace of mind." Mo Wuya said, holding the sword and cutting it off, and if he went in a centimeter, Su Lang's throat would be cut.

This is the moment!

When Su Lang practiced the art of disguise, he naturally had to learn how to shrink his bones. It is easy to change the acupuncture points on his body. How could Mo Wuya be able to touch him? He let the opponent whip and cut him before, but he just wanted to make Mo Wuya relax.

He tried his best, rolled on the spot, held the Supa in his hand, and broke through the Yashan Sang silk net.

Shen Feiyun's food and clothing are the best, the plain handkerchief in his hand and the lake blue cloak before are all made of Tianshan ice silk, which just restrains the Yashan mulberry silk.

The author has something to say: the villain dies from talking too much.