Death Princess

Leng Tong sat on the flat ground where he met Jiang Tang for a whole day.

It wasn't until the sky dawned and the night fell again that she stood up in a daze and moved forward aimlessly.However, she didn't know where to go.The Dark Pavilion is not where she belongs, never has been, but the Sword Sect that gave her a sense of belonging in just a few days, but...

If I saw the morning dew yesterday, would everything be different?If I hadn't kept my appointment last night, wouldn't everything have ended here?Even earlier, to clear up doubts earlier, to face Chaolu directly earlier, or not to accept the first-class quest at all, but...

If I had known this earlier, it would be better if I had never seen each other before.

But she was also clear that she should go to Chao Lu to ask everything right now, and she also knew that no matter what Zhao Lu's answer was, she could only choose one between Chao Lu and Ou Xuemu.As for the option of cooperating with Jianzong to rescue the Ou family siblings, does it really exist?She is an assassin, an assassin whose goal is the life of the young master of Jianzong, how can she get the young master himself to look at him differently, how can she have a bargaining chip to trade with Chaolu, and what virtue and ability does she have to get Jianzong to help?

Without bargaining chips, there is no room for choice.

She clearly remembered Jiang Tang's words.

She had no choice, so she had to...

Kill Chaolu, kill Chaolu, the same purpose as when I first came to Jianzong, kill, Chaolu...

is it possible?Is it possible?More importantly, can you do it?

Leng Tong knew that she was never a qualified killer, not a sharp knife.Because she has more heart and more emotion.In the past, in order to avoid this fatal weakness, she always chose to contact the least number of people and solve the assassination mission in the fastest way.Because as long as there is no communication or acquaintance, she can force herself to kill, so she does her best to sharpen her sword skills, because she wants to use the shortest time to achieve the most cruel goal.

In the past, she had indeed done it, and she had done it countless times, with blood on her hands, and became the secret of the dark pavilion.But this time, she couldn't do it.Because, she has already met and known Zhaolu, and her knife has become blunt because of it.

A sharp knife should not be used by anyone, and should not be tied to anyone, no matter if it is Ou Xuemu, who is also a top three, or Zhaolu, who is the target.But Leng Tong didn't do it at all. She accepted the first-class task because of Ou Xuemu, and then made one wrong step because of Chaolu, until she stepped into the current dilemma.

Is it possible to kill Chao Lu as an enemy?Even if she is indeed an evil race, even if she is indeed using herself.Is it possible to kill Chaolu as a mission?Even if only her death can be exchanged for the lives of the Ou family siblings.

"I don't know what people like you will do in the future. So I have to say something here. In the future, before making any decisions, please think carefully. From your Since breaking into Yixiantian, Sister Lu, me, Jianzong and Xueminggu have ever hurt you in the slightest?" Han Shuangxue's voice sounded in his mind.

No, instead of hurting herself, she...

She is the young master of Jianzong, but between her and the disciples of Jianzong, they are more like brothers, sisters and friends.It is impossible for a person with a dignified appearance to have so many true feelings around him like morning dew.Therefore, Leng Tong didn't want to believe that the death of A Niang and the whole village was related to Chaolu, and she didn't want to believe that she would be such a person with a human face and a beast heart, even if she was an evil race.

A voice from the bottom of my heart told Leng Tong that whether it was during the not-so-long relationship with Jianzong or in front of A Niang’s tomb, although there were many lies, Zhaolu’s love was true. I'm caring about myself, I'm really paying homage to my mother.

But now, he wants to kill such a her...

Leng Tong was thinking like this and walking, the two Yanling knives stuck in her waist were like two pieces of irons pierced in her heart, causing her to go from the initial pain to the current numbness.With a numb body and a numb heart, he just walked forward numbly.

When she realized it, she had already arrived at the foot of Xuanling Mountain, which was very close to Zhaolu's real residence. It was the only way for Zhaolu, who left the valley a day ago, to return home.She stepped into the silver-white forest unprepared, and fell into illusions and nightmares without knowing it.

Sanity is chaotic, time warped.

She forgot her entanglement just now, and her current situation.

Unnamed village, down the river.

Leng Tong returned to that small village, back to A Niang, back to that day.

This time, she ignored A Niang's repeated warnings and chose to run out of the pigsty.She once again saw the raging fire that burned the sky red, and saw the scorched balls that could no longer distinguish human shapes; she even saw the shattered clothes of A Niang by the river, and heard A Niang's sobbing.The only difference is that she has grown up at this time, and this time, she understands what those lunatics are doing to A Niang.

The anger, hatred and regret in my heart fell into silence in this scene, just like the silence before the storm.

Leng Tong slowly drew out his two knives, and rushed towards the white shadow with a ferocious smile.

Everything happened naturally and unexpectedly.The two people who were deeply in the illusion, two knives and one sword full of killing intent.

Throat, left chest, middle abdomen, side waist, each of Leng Tong's slashes are all vital points that can kill the opponent with a snap of his fingers.But the white shadow is like a ghost, it is hard to distinguish, every time it can skillfully avoid Leng Tong's blade, but after avoiding it, it does not take the initiative to attack, as if it is teasing Leng Tong, dodges over and over again , over and over again...

It seemed that the group of Yi Cultists were laughing wildly with desire, and there seemed to be another scene of A Niang slamming into the blade in front of her eyes.With a blunt sound, the blade pierced A Niang's chest, and A Niang saw her young self who had witnessed everything.

Furious, abandoning all defenses, Leng Tong recklessly used a knife that would kill everything.She doesn't ask for anything else, she just wants "him" to die, as long as everyone who hurt A Niang dies.Even if the price of these "deaths" is his own life.

A thunderbolt that brightened the sky.

Leng Tong understood that this was a trick of the Yi cultists.She knew that under this thunderbolt, there would be no bones left of her, but she also knew that at least she could take the life of this Yi believer before returning to dust, so as to comfort the spirit of Auntie in heaven.

Thunder and knife are close at hand.

But what happened in the next moment was something that Leng Tong never thought of at this moment. After a long, long time, Leng Tong was reluctant to recall it, but it was always lingering in his mind.

Clang, just as the lightning strikes the nine cauldrons, the white shadow actually dropped the sword.Leng Tong's saber momentum remained unabated, but the white shadow standing in front of the cedar tree spread out his arms indifferently, exposing all the vital points, and welcomed the knife that could end his life.

Holding his breath, for some reason, Leng Tong instinctively moved the knife a few inches to the upper left in front of the "Mother Killing Enemy", at the moment when he could immediately take the life of the Yi Cultist who slaughtered the whole village.

Chi!The blade pierces the bone.

boom!Lightning strikes.

The blade fixed the white shadow on the cedar tree, but the white shadow held the person holding the knife tightly in his arms; the lightning struck the entire forest, knocked down the bloody cedar tree, and threw the The Yanling waist saber piercing through Bai Ying was shattered, but it only slightly injured Leng Tong's hands holding the saber.

The spiritual power that had been out of control for a long time returned to Zhao Lu's body after a complete explosion.

The white light dissipated, the thunder and lightning stopped flashing, but the rain was still falling.

Leng Tong held the knife blankly, the pain in his hand was far less than the pain in his heart.

She just let the person she penetrated hold her tightly, shielding her from thunder and rain.But the person who was holding her felt as if his whole body had been emptied, his body softened, and he pressed his whole weight on Leng Tong's body.Ignoring the severe pain of his hands being burned by the thunderbolt, Leng Tong tremblingly supported the person who was about to fall to the ground.

When the two of them touched, something warm slowly mixed with the rainwater and wet Leng Tong's front.Leng Tong trembled like an electric shock, raised his head, and met those eyes full of self-blame.

"Sorry, my spiritual power is out of control." Zhao Lu's lips moved, but she was already unable to make a sound.

But... Leng Tong understood it, she understood it, and remembered it.

Once upon a time, there was such a girl who was pierced by her own knife and looked at herself with such extremely self-blaming eyes.The same cedar tree, the same left shoulder with a hole, the only difference is snowy night, rainy night and time.

"This time...you won't have a pair of fingers chopped off again, right?" Zhao Lu couldn't speak, but her voice reached Leng Tong's heart.Something hot, mixed with rainwater, left along the cheeks and dripped into the corner of the mouth, it was the salt of guilt and heartache.

It's her, it's really her, it's her...

The wound on her neck turned out to be...

all myself...

"I..." Leng Tong tried to block the terrifying blood hole on Chaolu's left shoulder, but her hands were stained red in vain.She felt the inhuman coldness on Zhao Lu's body, she saw the bulging light-colored meridians on Zhao Lu's body, and she even felt the lifeblood of Chao Lu's gradually stepping towards "death".

Leng Tong panicked, like a lone sail drifting in the long sea night, about to lose the last ray of light to illuminate the way forward.

Rain and blood have long been indistinguishable from each other.

"Luer!!!"

"Sister!!!"

A man and a woman, two voices.Although the voices are no longer the same, Leng Tong can recognize them, they are the elder brother and younger sister that Zhao Lu desperately protected eight years ago, and that younger sister is Princess He Yi of Changping.

Someone's coming, they're coming, it's great...

Taking a deep breath, wiping the corners of his eyes, Leng Tong gently put down the morning dew, and with his hands empty-handed, he used his own neck to face Qin Hui's sword as if he was finally relieved.

But this time, no one would throw a sword at a critical moment, and no one would help her hold the lightning when her life was on the line.Because the person who will do all this is already unconscious.

And Qin Hui's killing intent was serious.

Time goes by and the world is impermanent. The four children eight years ago are all on their own eight years later.The benefactors and enemies from eight years ago were all gathered together on this rainy night, and they met again in a similar to terrifying way.The contact of iron and flesh, the contact of resentment and hatred.The forest on a rainy night is deathly silent.

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