Chapter 912: Shen Yichao, go to hell

"Shen Yichao--"
"To shut up!"
Shen Yichao dragged her to the window by her long hair and pressed her head to force her to look southwest.
He spoke quickly: "In addition to ambush explosives, I also sent 20,000 elites to surprise Laojun Mountain. Now you have lost Luoyang City and Laojun Mountain. You lost! Xiao Daoyan, even died in that ruin... I told him a long time ago that you are his scourge but he just wouldn't listen! Look, he really was killed by you!"
Nan Baoyi clutched the window sill tightly.
The nails were broken and bloody.
But the pain on her cheek made her truly unforgettable.
She understood very well that from beginning to end, she was disgusted by Shen Yichao because of her background.
Even if she later proved her ability, even if she later made the Nan family one of the aristocratic families with her own efforts, she was still looked down upon by him.
But, what right does he have to look down on her?
In addition to his famous background, what capital does he have? !
Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks on the windowsill.
The girl was in tears, but her eyes were black and white, without any fear.
She muttered her throat and said every word: "A hero like the second brother will never die in the hands of a villain like you. Shen Yichao, you once said that the most important thing in chess is patience. Before the last moment, who I don't know who the winner is... It's not the last moment, do you believe it or not?"
Shen Yichao sneered: "Without Luoyang City and Laojun Mountain, we also lost three generals. The remaining army has no leader, but a mob. Sooner or later, it will be annihilated by the Yin Taishou."
He leaned to Nan Baoyi's ear, with a gentle tone: "For your infatuation with Xiao Daoyan, I am willing to send you to Huangquan and be a company with him. Nan Baoyi, choose a way to die. ?"
Nan Baoyi adjusted his breathing.
His eyes fell inadvertently under the outpost.
She squinted Danfeng's eyes, and suddenly hit Shen Yichao's chest with her elbow with her backhand!
Shen Yichao was in pain, and was forced to let go of the shackles on her, clutching his chest and taking two steps backwards.
Nan Baoyi seized this rare opportunity and jumped up on the window sill, jumping out of the outpost that was as high as twenty feet!
The garnet red round-necked robe hunts and flies.
The wind howled in the ears.
Nan Baoyi closed her eyes impatiently, and shouted: "Boss Han--!"
Under the outpost.
The young girl in strong black dress stood facing the wind.
The girl has narrow sleeves and narrow waist, tall and slender, with double knives slung around her waist.
The waterfall-like long hair is rolled into a neat ponytail, and the black ribbon tied to the ponytail dances with the wind. The charming face is not covered with powder, and it flies diagonally into the temple's eyebrows, revealing the sharpness of killing and decisiveness.
She is a soldier.
She curled her lips and smiled, leaning forward, and swept over Nan Baoyi's waist.
She put Nan Baoyi firmly on the ground: "He bullied you?"
Nan Baoyi shook his head: "Leave me alone! Shen Yichao betrayed the court and the Shen family. He must be caught!"
Han Yanliang raised his head.
Four eyes face each other.
The young man of the Shen family, Shengxue in white, with a drunken red on his cheeks, and long broken hair falling from his forehead, looks so coquettish and strange, and so strange.
Han Yanliang kept his eyes open, and whispered to Nan Baoyi: "Yin Sui's carriage is parked in the woods to the east. Go find her. She will take you to a safe place."
Nan Baoyi hesitated.
She is gone, can Boss Han handle Shen Yichao alone?
Although Shen Yichao has never learned kung fu, he is scheming, in case he tricks Boss Han...
Looking back at Han Yanliang, Xingzi's slightly raised eyes smiled a little: "We are friends, and friends should trust each other, right?"
Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.
Not dare to delay time, she nodded, turned and ran to the east woods.
Han Yanliang watched the garnet red figure disappear into the woods, and the look on Qiao's face gradually became dignified and cold.
She stretched out her hand and slowly held the double knives around her waist.
Slightly hardened palms, a thin layer of sweat erupted.
She raised her eyes and stared at the man on the heights.
His tender words, the flogging he gave her when he was married, the bright red fingerprints on Nan Jiaojiao's cheeks, the collapse of the mountains in the southwest, the death of thousands of innocent soldiers...
The life and death of the master is unknown...
That old iron knot of persistence and stupidity...
The girl who has always been as cold as water has never been so angry.
She tilted her head and suddenly smiled provocatively at him.
In the next instant, the double knives came out!
"Shen Yichao!"
The girl yelled angrily, her figure resembling a feathered arrow, suddenly rose from the ground and struck towards the post!
Wherever she passed, the double knives wielded a shocking edge.
Her figure paused by the window, her hair band and skirt fluttering.
Still facing each other.
The past is intertwined with reality.
The two people who shouldn’t have intersections were fettered, and because of that fetters, more blood and tears were produced. Some people were determined to cut off their love because of loss, and some people were unable to fall into madness because of betrayal. Get what you want.
A smile appeared on Shen Yichao's clean face.
He even stretched out his hand gently toward the window, wanting to caress the beauty's cheek lovingly: "Smoke Yan..."
The cold smoke and cold eyes are like cold stars, and the words are like orchids: "Shen Yichao, go to death."
After she finished speaking, she fell quickly and landed firmly on the ground.
After a moment of silence, the outpost suddenly made a small noise.
Small cracks appeared in the frame of the post.
The crack expanded and spread upward, showing signs of a knife, axe, and axe. The sawdust and dust shook off one after another.
Cold smoke cools the knife into its sheath.
She turned around and walked coldly to the east woods, listening to the sound of the collapse of the tall building coming from behind, never looking back.
Sawdust and dust obscured the view.
When the dust gradually dispersed, a figure walked out of the ruins.
The man's white clothes were stained with dirt.
The hairpin did not know where it was dropped, and his knee-length hair danced with the wind, like a shackle drawn by a god.
His hands were trapped in his wide sleeves, and a group of dead men of the Shen family were kneeling behind him.
That night, Xiao Daoyan wanted to kill him.
Brother brother was afraid that something would happen to him, so he quietly gave him his dead man.
Thanks to these top-notch dead men, even if he fell from the collapsed tall building, he was not afraid of being injured and dying.
He stared at Hanyanliang Pingting's tall back, with admiration in his eyes, and said softly, "Grab her."
Twenty dead men cooperated seamlessly, like a black snare woven by a hunter, and instantly attacked unsuspecting birds.
Stopped in the cold smoke.
Listening to the breaking wind coming from behind, she frowned her eyebrows.
With the double knives out of the sheath, she turned to block, but there were countless thin and tough cold iron chains with sharp and sharp hooks, leaning into her flesh from all directions at the same time!
The hook penetrated her lute bone, and also penetrated her knees and arms.
All kung fu is blocked.
The severe pain caused her to arch up and let out a scream, and the swords fell to the ground feebly. She was sweaty for a moment, and her eyes turned black.
Shen Yichao came slowly.
"Smoke..."
He is gentle and affectionate.
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Ow, see you tomorrow