The autumn wind is winding and white clouds are rolling, vast and vast, the plants and trees are bleak and deserted, and the geese fly south.

Shuihe stood outside the gate of Yidu City, watching the clear moat turn bloody and smelly, the mountains and rivers are broken, and starving everywhere, everything has lost its original appearance. The smoke and war spreading over the Jiuzhou have swallowed the lives of countless people, with white bones exposed and wild, and bloody mountains and corpses everywhere. She stared at the land full of miserable wails, closed her eyes and felt in pain.

If she had not let Zhou Yuanmo go from Jianye at the beginning, perhaps all this would not have happened. Her thoughts made the people in Jiuzhou miserable and the people were in trouble. How many people fell into the heat of water because of her choice, and how many people were separated by her wife and children, and their families were destroyed.

Whenever Shuihe thinks of this, he feels extremely distressed.

She dared not recall what she had experienced these days. Whenever she closed her eyes, the faces of those innocent people who had passed away would suddenly magnify in her mind. She was tortured by these panic and guilty day and night, until one day, she watched with her own eyes as Zhou Yuanmo stabbed their child to death with a sword in front of the enemy prisoners, and she could no longer bear it.

She wanted to make a choice, even if she was doomed, she had to make. She could no longer continue to watch Zhou Yuanmo kill innocent people, but pretended to turn a blind eye.

No matter how smart Zhou Yuanmo was, he could not resist being attacked from both sides. Now Cao Yong and the Young Emperor joined forces and gathered an army of 500,000 to the south, and soon he would attack Yidu. Zhou Yuanmo was here, approaching the enemy with his back, so she was the only one who would take on the responsibility of this enemy.

She knew how vigilant Zhou Yuanmo was. Although he was omnipotent and cared for her on the surface, he was suffocating everywhere in private, which was suffocating.

But in order to make Zhou Yuanmo wake up, she would not be afraid.

The river of water climbed up to the city wall, staring at the flying dust and sand, waiting for the dark night to come. The time for meditation always passes quickly, and the darkness gradually controls the entire earth.

While the night, Shuihe pretended to be intimate with Zhou Yuanmo, added some medicine to his tea and watched him fall asleep with his own eyes. Touching the darkness, she sneaked into Zhou Yuanmo's study and stole the defense map of Yidu. During the year she stayed with Zhou Yuanmo, she had already figured out all his habits, so she knew very well where he would hide the defense map. After she successfully got the defense map, she contacted the spy installed in Yidu overnight and handed the map to the man.

Before dawn the next day, 500,000 troops of the Great Wei surrounded Yidu. The troops stationed in the middle and Koreans woke up Rumeng. When they realized that Wei troops had already entered the city and killed all directions.

When Zhou Yuandu woke up, the sky had changed drastically, and a layer of dark clouds were pressing above the city.

Between the city walls, fires soar into the sky.

The chief servant outside the hall shouted loudly: "Zhou Langjun! Zhou Langjun! Not good! Not good! The Wei army has attacked! Lady Shuihe, Lady Shuihe has been arrested!"

Zhou Yuanmo woke up from his dream and struggled to get up. When he heard the news, he grabbed the clothes and rushed out. He grabbed the clothes of the person who reported the news and gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you talking about?! There are 300,000 troops outside Yidu City, how could they attack in overnight! General Li, who is defending the city?!"

The servant said in horror: "General Li... General Li died in battle."

Zhou Yuanmo lost his mind for a moment, took two steps back, and murmured to himself: "I died in battle... I died in battle?"

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly roared angrily: "Where is the water river? How did the water river fall into their hands?"

The servant looked at his crazy appearance and shook his head wildly and said, "Subordinate, I don't know."

Zhou Yuanmo was in a panic and lost all his strength. He staggered a few times and fell to the ground, muttering: "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

He clenched his palms tightly and refused to admit that the situation was hopeless. After a while, he cheered up again. He gritted his teeth and told the servant: "Call the personal soldiers in the city and go to fight with me. Today... If I can't protect Yidu City, I don't have to fight for the world again."

It was dawn, and on the broken walls and ruins west of Yidu City, Shuihe was kidnapped by a knife. He stood on a huge rock, with his eyes quiet and peaceful looking at the city tower not far away. After her, Ning Nanyou was wearing golden clothes and silver armor, wrapped his arms around his arms, staring at the trace of clouds floating from the sky, and said indifferently: "Do you really think clearly about doing this?"

Shuihe straightened his shoulders, and the cold blade was only one centimeter away from her, but she had no fear at all: "I understand what I am doing. Your Highness Rui, I am not a cold-blooded and ruthless person. If I hadn't been concerned about Zhou Yuanmo, I wouldn't have done so many wrong things. Now, I just want to make up for it. Even if I can't bear the final price, I have no regrets."

Ning Nanyou nodded slightly and replied softly: "Okay."

The morning light slowly opened the curtain of Yidu City. The waning moon was like a pebbles that had lost its luster and was abandoned by the rising sun, covering it with a layer of gray light.

Zhou Yuanmo led five thousand elite soldiers to the west of the city. He looked up at the girl being held hostage on the huge rock. His expression couldn't help but tighten: "Ning Nanyou, if you want to kill me, you can kill me. What's the count for a woman? If you let her go, I will let you deal with it."

Ning Nanyou snorted coldly and said, "Uncle Zong, I will naturally repay you with my closest relatives like that."

Zhou Yuanmo held the reins tightly and gritted his teeth and said, "You hate me, why bother to hurt innocent people?"

"Innocent person?" A cold light flashed in Ning Nanyou's eyes, and he laughed to the sky and said, "What are innocent people? Yan Chunniang, Xiao Cui, Ji Que, who died under Fu Bo, aren't they innocent people?"

"You led my wife into the game that day, but you thought that they were innocent people too!"

Zhou Yuanmo shouted loudly: "Why is Jiang Chengjia innocent? She was already deeply involved in the situation and could not escape. If it weren't for her, how could you and my brothers have reached this point?! This woman is sinister, cunning, ruthless, and for her own life, she would have made Yan Chunniang and her group lose their lives! You don't blame the real culprit, but instead question me?!"

"Shut up! Whether it is Yan Chunniang, Xiao Cui and Ji Que who have just been in the hairpin, they all died because of the righteousness in their hearts. And you are the culprits who killed them!"

Zhou Yuanmo had no intention of repentance. The long sword in his hand was raised, and the sword tip pointed to the huge rock, and said in an extremely cold expression: "You said so much nonsense, and today you just want to take my life. Since that's the case... what's the fight between you and me? If I don't survive from you, then you will release the water river."

Ning Nanyou remained silent, but at the moment he finished speaking, he flew out with his sword. Zhou Yuanmo immediately responded to the challenge, jumped down from the horse's back, and mingled with the boy flying over from the opposite side.

The two of them had their Qingfeng sword shadows flew and flickered. In the midst of lightning, Zhou Yuanmo suddenly used his light skills to fly over the huge rock. He slapped Zhen Qun, who was holding Shuihe, and grabbed the girl and hugged her in his arms. In an instant, he reported her to the horse.

The sound of horse hooves sounded. Five thousand elite soldiers quickly stopped Zhou Yuanmo and escorted him.

On the hillside west of the city, the Wei army's archers aimed at the man who escaped from the fight and galloped back to the city. Zhou Yuanmo turned his head and looked at the archer, then smiled and said to the person in his arms, "Shuihe, don't worry... I will definitely take you out. Don't be afraid, I will always protect you."

Shuihe slowly turned his head and looked at Zhou Yuanmo's infinitely gentle eyes to her, and his heart became sour. She slowly showed a bright smile and murmured: "Zhou Lang, if there is a next life, I am willing to stay with you."

Just as Zhou Yuanmo was puzzled by the words of the water river, a trace of knife light flashed in the girl's sleeves, and the sharp blade inserted into his chest. He looked at her in disbelief, and before he could ask why, Yu Guang saw the Wei army's arrows firing at once. Zhou Yuanmo had no idea, leaned down and wanted to protect the water river in his arms and endured the arrow rain.

Unexpectedly, Shuihe broke free from his arms without hesitation, hugged his waist, and turned around on the horse, blocking him, closing his eyes to welcome the millions of flying arrows.

Zhou Yuanmo turned his head in horror and saw with his own eyes that several arrows were caught in Shuihe and fell off his horse. His eyes were instantly empty, as if his soul had been suddenly pulled away. In a daze, he shouted: "No!!!"

He lost his mind for a moment, fell off his horse, endured the severe pain on the blade of his chest, crawled forward, hugged the dying Shuihe into his arms, and kept muttering to himself: "No, no... Shuihe, Shuihe. Why are you so stupid?"

At this time, Shuihe felt a sense of oppression between his internal organs and thrust towards her chest. She was like a fish with water broken, opening her mouth to breathe, but she was suffocated by the pain of the feather arrows inserted between her chest.

Blood kept gushing out of her wounds. She gritted her teeth and persisted, leaning against Zhou Yuanmo's arm, watching his gradually cold, white-haired face, and slightly raised a smile and said, "Uncle Zong...let it go. The past is over. You shouldn't just indulge in hatred..."

Zhou Yuanmo kept shaking her head, grabbed her increasingly cold hand, and said in extreme grief: "Why...why do you do this?"

Shuihe breathed hard, struggled with his head up, his whole body twitched and trembling, and his voice became lower and lower: "In this chaotic world... you and I can't help it. I can understand your choice... but I will never agree. Uncle Rong, open your eyes and take a look... Is Jiuzhou really what your fathers are pursuing?"

Zhou Yuanmo held her arm, lowered her head and cried bitterly. The blood on her chest dyed Shuihe's Ayanami skirt red, spreading down along the silk thread.

Shuihe used his last bit of strength to sit up, and kissed Zhou Yuanmo on his cheek, and said with a smile: "Zhou Lang, we... see you in the next life."

After saying that, she fell down completely, fell into Zhou Yuanmo's arms, completely dying. She closed her eyes, her lips became more and more dry and blue, like a withered flower.
Chapter completed!