Chapter 1: She stuck the dagger into his chest

S Empire, Mausoleum.
In the cold and windy deep forest, Wen Muchu successfully rescued Lan Xiao with the guard of the cross medal.
A surprise flashed in Lan Xiao's eyes and rushed to Wen Muchu: "Wen Muchu, thank you..."
Wen Muchu was a little surprised, but still stretched out his arms, trying to catch her leaping body.
However, the next moment, what was waiting for him was not Wenxiang Nuanyu, but a sharp blade that stabbed him into his chest, which was extremely cold.
With a snort, the moment the sharp blade pierced his flesh and blood, Lan Xiao's tears fell uncontrollably.
In the blurry vision, there were countless soldiers all around, rushing over here, countless short guns pointed at her head.
Wen Muchu stared at her blankly, the light of his pupils gradually became dim and dim.
He closed his eyes and indifferently pulled out the dagger in his heart. The blood rushed out like a spring. His white shirt was dyed red into a gorgeous black and purple, which was shocking.
This is a poisonous dagger.
"Don't hurt her, let her go..."
No one dared to disobey the command of the major general. There was silence around him, and every soldier's eyes were like a sharp blade, poking at Lan Xiao fiercely.
They rescued her, but she gave Wen Muchu a knife, and she interprets grace and revenge vividly.
"Wen Muchu..." Lan Xiao opened his eyes wide and looked at him blankly.
Now, she inserted the dagger into his chest, and he was still protecting her life. What was wrong?
Suddenly, banging gunshots sounded from all directions, and the soldiers surrounding Wen Muchu had no time to react and resist, and their heads fell to the ground.
In ten seconds, everyone was shot dead.
At the entrance, there was blood red everywhere.
Wen Muchu watched his comrade-in-arms helplessly, and fell down in front of him, his eyes flashing with despair like death.
With the last trace of strength, he raised his eyes to look at Lan Xiao, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, laughing mockingly.
"You have always wanted me to die, now congratulations, and finally got your wish."
Wen Muchu could no longer support his body falling backwards, the toxicity was too violent, he was a strong general, and he was just a body of flesh and blood.
"Wen Muchu..."
Lan Xiao's heart trembled suddenly, she opened her eyes, watching Wen Muchu's chest shed dark purple blood, watching him fall on his back.
She lunged at him suddenly, holding his body in panic.
Didn't she always hate him?
Do you want him to die?
Why at the moment he fell, her heart was torn and aching like countless big hands?
She touched his nose with trembling fingertips, she touched his heartbeat, she checked his pulse, her breathing was gone, the heart stopped beating, and the pulse stopped beating.
Therefore, the man she hated for so many years was killed by her herself.
At this moment, the world was quiet, her head seemed to be exploded, her thoughts and consciousness were all torn apart.
The tip of his nose was sour and sore, big tears rolled down.
For a while, she was in a daze, not knowing where she was and what did she do?
Wearing a military uniform and holding a short gun, Lou Yucheng was surrounded by well-trained soldiers and walked step by step.
He was condescending, with an evil smile at the corner of his lips, and he faintly condensed on the breathless Wen Muchu.
S Empire is running for president this year. He and he are the most popular candidates. The difference between the two is only a hundred votes. Today is the last day to run for the president.
Winner and loser, at this moment, he became the king, and Wen Muchu was just a touch of dead soul lost in his hands.