And have you ever imagined all this?"

Ling Suzhi's body stiffened and he couldn't believe her words!

King Beiqi loved her so deeply, how could he treat her like this?!

Mu Yan held his bones and started to laugh like a demon. The mist was covered with layers of fog, which was so rich that he could not see through. The demon was cold and filled with withered and dead air. The unpleasant sound was like a knife hanging high on his chest.

"In the sixth year of Qingyuan, you took that person back. She thought you finally remembered her, but she would not know that you were so foolish that you tried every means to get her back from Beiqi, just revenge!

For someone else, you kicked her into the lake. The lake water in winter is so cold. He just left, your second child.

Are you happy? Ling Suzhi, are you happy?!"

His whole heart was extremely stiff, and he reached out to cover her mouth and roared.

"Mu Yan! Shut up! Stop talking! Do you want me to regret it? Tell you, don't think about it! She is the daughter of a sinner. I should have killed her long ago! I should have killed her long ago!"

"You did a good job and killed two of your children with your own hands. Since then, she has wanted to drink your blood and eat your flesh! But how could she, a useless person, shake your status as the Prime Minister of Chu?

So she can only live, swearing that she must live longer than you, and it depends on your fate if you don’t die well!!!”

At the end, Mu Yan burst into laughter. The sharp laughter suddenly sounded, and the sharp force penetrated the heavy ice and snow, almost terrifying the earth.

"It's been three years, from the sixth year of Qingyuan to the ninth year of Qingyuan, you have trapped her for three years! Torturing her for three years! You have made her like a straw dog! But... she still survived, she thought she could live longer than you, longer than you, and then witness your death!

but!

In the end, she died at the hands of the Queen of Chu!

Dead in the hands of the woman who is held in the palm of your hand, simple and cute like the moonlight of Haojie!

Do you know how unwilling she is?!

Her soul!

He wandered around the dry well that buried his bones day by day, corroded by coldness and moisture, and ulcerated into mud.

She suffered, tortured, painful, and despair!

Nothing sun!

There is no sun!”

Mu Yan grabbed another bone in the snow, which turned out to be a skull.

"You are lying! You are Mo Qinghan!!!"

Ling Suzhi shouted out of control, and the blue veins in his temples burst out, and he was really terrifying like a ghost.

"She is not dead! She is not dead! Because you are Mo Qinghan!!"

"I know! You are Mo Qinghan! So she is not dead!"

"What's the sun never! You're lying!!"

"You just want revenge!"

"Mo Qinghan!!!"

The new ghost's roar and the coldness of the north were tangled, and the ruthlessness blowing towards Ling Suzhi's face!

That beautiful face had long been gnawed by the wolf pack, and his eyes were bitten to pieces, and his empty eyes looked at Mu Yan's hideous face.

Mu Yan laughed wildly, and he beat him word by word, blood-stained and poisoned.

"So I came back from hell... Ling Suzhi! I, Mo Qinghan, came back! Even if I resurrected myself by borrowing a corpse and traveling against the sky, I will be punished by all the gods! I am back too!

I have said that if the way of heaven does not call me into reincarnation, I will call the people into reincarnation!

I did it!

This bloody storm finally spread throughout every corner of the Chu State land, and this disgusting and corrupt dynasty was finally destroyed!

The traitors of the government and the country, all these foolish people who enjoyed the protection of the Mo family's ancestors' wars but instead humiliated and scolded them, paid the price!

And your favorite woman, Feng Qingge, the queen of Chu, her and her husband's heads, I have cut off the wine vessel and presented it to Zhao Xinjun!

Deserve it!!!

Everyone deserves it!

Ha ha ha ha!

It deserves it all!"

Mu Yan, no, it should be said that Mo Qinghan laughed and staggered up, and raised Ling Suzhi's skull with his broken hands, as if he was about to smash his head down.

Yes, she hated him for poisoning and did not die of a corpse, so she should do it herself!

She should be the one who broke his head, she should be the one who chewed his flesh and blood, and she should be the one who trampled him under his feet!

Only in this way can we vent her hatred!

The atmosphere suddenly rose to its peak!

Overflowing!

burst!

collapse!

At the last moment, she trembled and let the boiling tears roll and fall from her eyes...

Drop by drop, before they could melt into the snow, they were blown into ice beads by the cold wind.

Immediately afterwards, the heart-wrenching wailing tear through the tranquility of the wilderness.

One sound after another, the sound of tears and blood.

"Ling Suzhi...I hate you so much..."

It was not until this time that Ling Suzhi came to his senses.

What he thought was not everything she said, but tears from the corners of her eyes.

Mo Qinghan...she cried?

After so many years, no matter how he tortured her, she had never shed a single tear. Why do she cry now?

"Don't cry!" He subconsciously ordered.

However, the man with holes seemed to cry for the last trace of temperature, and was crying hysterically, tremblingly hugging his head tightly in his arms, and fell into the snow without force, as helpless as a child.

"Ling Suzhi! I hate you... I hate you so much... Ling Suzhi..."

"Ling Suzhi...Ling Suzhi..."

...

Listening to the hoarse crying calling his name made Su Zhi panic and unprecedentedly panic.

"Don't Qinghan! Let me go! I will destroy my family and others! You will not die in a good life!

There is just a power battle and game between me and you!

Success and defeat the enemy!

I lose, I admit it!

So why do you cry?! You hypocritical woman! Get out of here! Get out of here!!!”

He shouted sternly, trying to stop her, but the yin and yang were separated, his voice could not be conveyed, and his fingertips could not be touched.

Only the scorching body temperature, withstand the wind, snow and cold, overcome life and death, and slowly penetrate into the depths of his soul... It reminded him of the little girl with clear eyes and worry at the Taohuawu side.

She gently grabbed his sleeve and asked him if he was fine and could stand up.

How did he answer at that time?

He forgot...

Looking back, the world changes.

Why?

Why did she know everything long ago, and why did she clearly hate him, but she still wanted to pick up bones and wrap clothes for him?

Why do these hands and embraces be so gentle?

Why do you still use your broken body to save your wandering and lonely life?

Why...

Can he feel so warm from his enemy?

Why should we be as careful as we treat rare treasures when we treat him, a despicable enemy?

Ling Suzhi didn't know how long Mo Qinghan stayed in the snow field, how long she cried, and how long he shouted...

The winter snow fell again, circling and entrenching. The scenery that entered my eyes was all white, with only this touch of red that was particularly dazzling.

Finally, everything was done, and she calmly held his broken body.

The red gauze and white bones are weird and beautiful.
To be continued...