spoiled husband

After recovering from his previous amnesia, he forgot all the memories after amnesia, and then left the Demon Cult and returned to the court, because he is the Eighth Prince of the court, even if he likes to roam the rivers and lakes, he will eventually go back.

However, just a few days ago, those memories slowly revived again, and those memories of getting along with Hua Wushang in the Demon Cult suddenly rushed into his mind, and every picture was so profound.

At that time, he wanted to come to Hua Wushang, but because of his hostile status, he couldn't stay together as carefree as before.

He is the Eighth Prince of the imperial court, and he wants to maintain the peace of the country, and the existence of the Demon Cult is to disturb the peace of the country. This time, he heard that Jianghu Baidao wanted to completely encircle and suppress the Demon Cult, so the emperor sent him to assist Baidao.

Seeing Hua Wushang again, Xiao Zhiyu's feelings were complicated, but when he thought of what the Demon Sect had done in these years and the entrustment of the emperor's brother, Xiao Zhiyu could only suppress his inexplicable emotions, and then joined the ranks of crusade against the Demon Sect middle.

"Haha... just relying on you, you also want to encircle and suppress my demon sect? You can't control yourself!" Hua Wushang smiled flamboyantly, even in the face of many masters of the Bai Dao, he was still able to handle it with ease.

"Hua Wushang, stop being obsessed with obsession, stop, I will let everyone let you go." Xiao Zhiyu looked at the self-confident Hua Wushang in his memory, and said unbearably.

Hua Wushang paused for a second, looked at Xiao Zhiyu, but the other party was no longer his Jiujiu.

"Stop?" Hua Wushang once again looked around at Bai Dao, who wanted to kill him, and the Demon Cultists behind him, how to make him stop under such circumstances?

"Impossible, Hua Wushang must die, he killed so many of our brothers, we must let him pay with his life!" The people in Baidao kept shouting, full of hostility towards the Demon Cult.

"Did you see it? So you tell me to stop?" Hua Wushang laughed coquettishly as if he heard some joke.

"Wushang, as long as you stop, I promise you that I will never hurt your life, and I will never let anyone hurt you." Xiao Zhiyu said firmly and seriously.

Hua Wushang looked at Xiao Zhiyu's serious expression, as if he had returned to the time when they got along, the other party was so serious and dependent on him.

"Hmm!" Hua Wushang suddenly felt weak and weak, even barely standing up, and there was even more bone erosion pain in his bones, as if something was constantly gnawing inside.

Hua Wushang used his sword as a support, barely holding his body to prevent him from falling down. He already knew what was going on with him, but even if he died, he would definitely not give in to these people in front of him.

"I, no, yes, surrender, surrender, yes." Hua Wushang said every word, almost exhausting all the strength in his body.

Although Lin Youqi fled to the back, he kept secretly observing Hua Wushang. Even though the other person looked the same as usual on the surface, as his right protector, how could he fail to see the subtle differences in him.

His eyes suddenly lit up, Lin Youqi knew that Hua Gong San was effective, he thought that the other party didn't eat it, but now it seems that Hua Wushang's martial arts are too strong, restraining the use of Hua Gong San, so it was too late It's been so long since it happened.

"Hua Wushang is now a cripple, you have to kill him quickly!" Lin Youqi hurriedly said to the Taoists, this is the best time to kill Hua Wushang.

When Hua Wushang heard the words, he glared at Lin Youqi angrily, wishing to tear him apart, but unfortunately, he couldn't do it now.

He is not reconciled, not reconciled!

Hearing the words, the Taoists were ready to move, but because of Xiao Zhiyu's obstruction, no one was able to step forward.

Lin Youqi knew that this was an excellent opportunity, and he must not miss it, otherwise with Hua Wushang's ability, even if he lost all his martial arts, he would definitely be able to kill himself.

For himself and for the Demon Cult, he had to kill Hua Wushang.

Lin Youqi drew out the sword that was with him, and while the others had their backs to him and couldn't see his movements, he stabbed towards Hua Wushang suddenly.

"Hua Wushang, go die!"

"No!" A voice full of mournfulness and despair resounded, and a figure that only left an afterimage quickly flashed past.

Xiao Zhiyu caught Hua Wushang's falling body, his eyes and face were full of panic and panic.

"Ninety-nine." Hua Wushang stretched out his hand to caress Xiao Zhiyu's face, showing a gentle smile that he had never seen before. That beautiful face coupled with the blood constantly overflowing from his lips, the visual impact was absolutely huge.

"Shangshang, I'm here, I'm back, Jiujiu is back." Xiao Zhiyu felt his heart being grabbed violently, and even breathing became difficult.

"Come back, that's good." Hua Wushang said with a smile, his eyes were also full of smiles, but it was a pity that it gradually became dull, and his soft little hands were also hanging down feebly.

"Shangshang!" The desolate and desperate voice sounded again, and the grief in it made everyone who listened moved.

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Everyone was immersed in Hua Wushang's death and Xiao Zhiyu's despair, unable to recover for a long time, even Han Jiangrui seemed to have really turned into Xiao Zhiyu, holding the corpse of someone he cared about, crying uncontrollably.

Tang Jin was held tightly in Han Jiangrui's arms, as if he was going to rub him into the other's body with great strength, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

He has never had such an intimate hug with anyone, except for the last accident.

After a while, seeing that Han Jiangrui still didn't let go of his plan, Tang Jin could only remind him aloud: "Brother Han, the filming is over."

Han Jiangrui wept sadly, and after hearing this voice, he was pulled back from Xiao Zhiyu's thoughts to reality in an instant, and looked at the person in his arms who was looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"Brother Han, you look so ugly when you cry." Tang Jin said jokingly.

"Hic!" Han Jiangrui could not help but hiccup because he was crying too much just now.

Han Jiangrui: ...

"Director Feng, are we over yet?" Tang Jin's warm voice sounded, bringing everyone back to their thoughts.

Many girls outside the court watched and cried directly. Now seeing Tang Jin smiling and looking at them, they immediately felt healed.

Although Hua Wushang died, Tang Jin was still alive.

"Ah? Okay! It's over, this one is great!" Feng Qikai was obviously also brought into the play. Hearing Tang Jin's voice, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted. Can't stop dancing.

Feng Qikai walked over with a smile, stuffed a big red envelope into Tang Jin's hand, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, you have finished the filming. This shooting experience is very good. I hope you can maintain this state in the future. new work."