The wind of the thunderbolt

On the official road, the blood-soaked pearl came back step by step, holding the 'washing the world of mortals' in her hand as she walked and drank, with unspeakable pain on her face.

Until she saw the person on the city wall who would stay there every morning and look at the scenery, Mingzhu stopped in her tracks and stared at it bewilderedly.

You look at the scenery on the wall, but the person who looks at the scenery looks at you from under the wall.

Mingzhu walked up the stairs step by step, her steps were very light, as if she didn't want to disturb the beautiful painting.

"Mingzhu, you're back." Chang Xin looked at the direction where the two left that day, and said expressionlessly.

Mingzhu was silent for a long time, picked up the wine jar at hand, and drank it down in gulps, until she couldn't bear the aroma of the spirits and was intoxicated, she poured it down.

"I remember that you never drink alcohol." Looking at Mingzhu who was getting drunk every day after returning that day, Changxin took the glass of wine that he was about to take down his throat.

"People will change." Mingzhu took another cup, ready to pour another cup.

"Do you have the same feelings for me?" Chang Xin smiled mockingly.

There are so many vows of eternal love and concubines in this world, but they are just passing clouds.

When love fades away, it's gone.

Mingzhu looked into Changxin's eyes—the pair of unfocused eyes, Mingzhu thought in frustration, is there anything in this world that should move her?Or, is there anything in the world that can move her?

"Chang Xin." Mingzhu's hand caressed Chang Xin's face, lingering on the smooth skin like suet white jade. "Do you have a heart?"

"Heart?" Chang Xin seemed to be telling someone else's story, "Of course there is."

Where is your heart then?

In the cold morning, Changxin helped Mingzhu put up her hair in a bun, and she brushed his soft blue hair with gentle hands.

For a moment, Mingzhu suddenly thought in her heart, this—is it a matter of raising the case?

This is the habit between her and him, she sleeps on the supreme peacock couch, and he sleeps on the couch next to her.

Before I knew it, a year had passed.

The killers sent by so many forces in the past year all died in this way three feet away from the peacock couch.

Mingzhu has developed a habit, no matter how safe the situation is, she only sleeps for seven minutes.

Sometimes the Xiaoxiao people who come here will use some indecent means, but Mingzhu always cleans up the blood on her body before returning, and before going to sleep, she always helps her tuck the quilt habitually.

"Pearl." Chang Xin's eyes darkened, flashing a ruthless look.

"You haven't been sleeping well these days, but what's the matter." Mingzhu held the hand she put on her shoulder, rubbing her hand to drive away the coldness.

"Help me destroy a sect, remember, don't let anyone die." This is Zhiyu's long-hearted, ruthless heart.

"Who?" Mingzhu picked up the Six Emotions Sword, just waiting for her order.

"Shen Jian Ancient Courtyard."

Hearing about the sect that had a place in her memory, Mingzhu was silent, she didn't put down her sword, but she didn't move.

"What? Is it difficult?" Chang Xin raised his eyebrows.

"Can you, let it go."

This is the first time that Mingzhu declined Changxin's request, but it made Changxin feel more uneasy.She is such a sensitive person, her arrogance does not allow her to bow her head, she just keeps silent with alienation on her face.

Mingzhu felt her heart tighten suddenly, "The third master of Shenjian Ancient Court once saved my life."

"What does it have to do with me." Chang Xin just raised his eyebrows and answered after hearing this. After being with him for a long time, he has also learned each other's habits by ten percent. "Shen Jian Guyuan has always had an indissoluble feud with the Zhuyi Dynasty. If I don't take their lives, then wait for them to end my Zhuyi Dynasty."

If there is anything in this world that she can miss, Mingzhu only knows—maybe only Zhu Yi Dynasty and... him.

The former king worked hard for this crumbling dynasty, and built this country that was on the verge of fragmentation into this iron barrel, and finally died of hemoptysis on the throne.

So long-term, I have no choice.

Long-term gambling, in order to protect herself, Mingzhu has no choice.

Looking at Mingzhu's departing figure,

Long Xin smiled.

Mingzhu, you really please me.

How many times is this?Mingzhu clutched her injured chest, she couldn't count how many people she had killed for her.

He knew that becoming an emperor was doomed to be ruthless, so he was willing to be her sword and eradicate every threat for her.Even - killing innocent people indiscriminately.

"Cough, cough, cough." Mingzhu spat out a mouthful of blood, and sure enough——Shen Jian Ancient Academy is not in vain...

Desperately wanting to return to her side, but inadvertently saw the scene that made his heart hurt, Mingzhu stopped in her tracks.

In front of him, is still the one who destroys everything in the world without changing his face...Changxin?

Why? She's never smiled so heartily, so much... It's worth everything.

But why did she only smile at that man, the man named Ye Xiaochai.

Mingzhu felt that she was alienated from the space between her and him.

At that moment, he found that the long heart was so far away.

"Mingzhu." Changxin called Mingzhu who became more and more silent, "Participate in the battle of Heavenly Sword, and then...lose to Ye Xiaochai."

As long as it is what Ye Xiaochai wants, he will not hesitate to destroy the world.

"Why?" Mingzhu's heart hurts as if being torn apart.

"You don't need to know why." Changxin replied coldly, walking towards Mingzhu step by step, taking off the clothes on her body step by step. "Want me? Pearl."

She started to take off his clothes until she could meet him honestly.

Mingzhu knew that in this life, he would never be able to refuse her.

"Long heart, I'm really tired", Mingzhu thought in a trance during another battle with her best friend Wanguchangkong.

The sword that pierced the heart of his best friend at the beginning was missed after all.

How can I get out of this hopeless relationship?Mingzhu was in great pain.

This last move stabbed at each other's hearts.

This is a bet between two swordsmen, whose sword is faster.

Mingzhu's "Six Sentiments" went away and was left in the dust by him...

Ren Wanguchangkong's sword pierced his heart.

"Mingzhu Qiuxia, Mingzhu...qiuxia...meeting her, I've already been covered in dust."

This beautiful blood flowed little by little, washing away the filth all over her body.

Falling in love with her, I forgot who I was.

Until now, I don't remember~

who am I?

The eyebrows are perfect, and the pearl seeks flaws.

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