Su Yanzhi's eyes were as cold as the snow in winter, without leaving any emotion. He stood outside the city wall and could not see the scene inside the city wall, but he could guess it would be a death battle.

The light rain was flying, and at some point, the rain was constantly eroding into the woods, and a lot of sadness that was hidden deep in my memory was also blown away by the wind.

Looking at the closed city gate, Su Yanzhi's gloomy eyes sprinkled with misty light. The corners of his black clothes were blown up by the wind, blowing away the messy hair on his forehead. "Many years ago, I... was locked in the house like this, isolated and helpless."

That happened many years ago. At that time, the "Mother Queen" walked into the sea of ​​fire in front of him, and he was locked in a dark dungeon.

How many years have I been incarcerated? I don’t remember it, I only remember... It was his royal brother’s age. He walked out of the dark room that had been locked up because of the temporary negligence of the guardian.

When he came out, he was like a "wild beast" that had just been released. Everyone looked at him as if he was looking at a beast.

He didn't think about anything else, and he didn't even have any resentment. He just wanted to walk to the mourning hall and give his mother a stick of incense.

Then he returned to his darkness and lived his whole life. He decided that since everyone felt that he could not stand the light, he crawled in the darkness and slowly waited for death.

But... everything is fantasy.

It's just a stick of incense, just... it's time to ask for that stick of incense.

A stick of incense...

He was locked in the mourning hall, which was not a high mourning hall. At that time, it was like a cage to him.

The mourning hall was on fire. He had never seen such a bright flame, like a poisonous snake, devouring everything.

He begged the people outside to open the door, and he knew that there was someone outside because he heard laughter, and a constant stream of laughter came from outside the door.

He begged them to open the door, but no one saved him!

Everyone wants him to die.

He saw the fire of despair constantly burning. Finally, the laughter outside stopped. A man rushed into the room and carried him out of the fired room, who was about to fall into a coma.

When the man was carried out from the fire, he saw at first sight that everyone outside was dead, and no one left.

Those people are his nominal brothers and sisters.

When he was put down, his eyes saw the person holding him, and then he realized that the man was covered in blood.

After putting him down intact, the man fell down, his hands trembled, and he kept coughing blood. Some of the blood in his eyes had already overflowed, but there was a smile on his lips, "Little... Master, I finally... I found you. Sorry, Death Shio, it's too late."

After saying that, he lost his breath and became cold.

He looked at everything indifferently, without saying anything, turned around and carried the bodies in the yard one by one, threw them into the fire, watching the people turning into ashes...

Later, how many people died? I don’t remember that everyone left, those who protect him, those who hate him, all those who hate him, all those who hate him...

None of them remain.

Only one lunatic, a "monster" like him.

Su Yanru narrowed Su Yanzhi's side face and narrowed her eyes. For a moment, she couldn't understand what Su Yanzhi was thinking, "Yanzhi, you shouldn't... be sympathizing with the prince."

Su Yanzhi's eyes were cold and his voice became even more low, "No, after today, the prince will become a madman who is disgusted with the world like you and me."

In the city wall, Feng Yujin half-kneeled on the ground, blood was stained with silver hair. His lips were pale, his hands were trembling, and an arrow shot through his shoulders. His white clothes were covered with scars. When the people guarding him were covered with scars. When the mask fell, their handsome faces were still like a boy.

Gu Jingxu struggled to stand up. He looked at the people around him, coughed twice, his eyes red, "Don't guard, I'll let you retreat! Didn't you hear me?"

Feng Yujin smiled at the dark red lips. His eyes looked at the fragments of the mask that had been dispersed, and raised his fingertips to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips. "If there was no Your Highness, there would be no need for the Death Soldier to exist. We... will fight to the last moment."

"I never do my country, I only live for you."

At this time, the young man in blue who was lying beside him also struggled to get up. The blue man in his body had been stained with blood and his abdomen had been penetrated by a scattered arrow. Although he was thin, he stood up firmly, "Your Highness, the leader said it well. We have no family and have no feelings for the country and the world."

"We don't know what kind of road to survival, we just fight to the last moment for Your Highness."

Su Jingchen stood up while holding the city wall. His smile was quiet, his lips and teeth were covered with blood. The blood in his neck had dyed his clothes. The wall he leaned against was stained with blood. He still grabbed Gu Jingxu's hand, "Your Highness, I must... I will... let you live."

With trembling hands, he took out the bottle from his waist. It was... the puppet pill given to him by Su Songjue.

When the elixir enters the abdomen, there is no room for maneuver until the last breath...

Their internal strength will increase tenfold in an instant, and they will definitely last until Chu Muyan comes.

He slowly hid the pill in his hand when Gu Jingxu didn't see it, and then took out a flute from his cuff and handed it to Gu Jingxu.

With blood stained with the corners of his lips, he grabbed Gu Jingxu's wrist and pinched it tightly, "Your Highness, you've listened to it. I can only teach you this song once. After we... all fall down, remember that we must fall down."

"Because the puppets will attack all living people."

"This puppet song will allow us to protect you and only let us listen to you."

Su Jingchen spoke very quickly and said a lot.

Gu Jingxu's eyes trembled. He looked at Su Jingchen, not understanding what was said, what puppets, what were all dead, what songs, his incredible black eyes flashed with scarlet blood, "What are you... doing?"

Su Jingchen smiled, "Don't worry, we won't die all. After all, someone will still have to talk to His Highness in the future."

"Your Highness will be very tired if you don't speak. Jing Chen... I don't want your Highness to be so tired. I think... Your Highness is fine, it's the same as before..."
Chapter completed!