It is the first day of the first lunar month in the seventh year of Yongyou.
The Wolf Lord led Beipan's army to the city, but did not attack for a long time.
The high priest held Yang Ying hostage and led a group of Beipan pioneers to the gate of He County.
The leader of the vanguard shouted: If you want King Dawuli to survive, open the city gate and surrender.
There was no movement in the city for a long time.
Soon, Yang Ying was pushed to the ground.
The high priest sat upright on his horse and watched coldly.
Above the gate of Hexian County.
Yuan Lu's eyes turned red and he was about to rush down, but Qian Zhao held his shoulders tightly.
Ren Ruyi was filled with murderous intent.
The same is true for Ning Yuanzhou.
Everyone looked grave and gritted their teeth.
Deng Hui sent a message to ask if he should take action now.
Li Tongguang's voice was slightly cold: "The enemy is immobile, and I am immobile. The Beipan army has not yet advanced. Let's see what this vanguard wants to do."
In front of the city gate.
The high priest said: "Everyone, step aside."
After hearing this, all the soldiers retreated back.
The high priest got off his horse, walked slowly to Yang Ying, and squatted down: "Look, they don't want to save you."
Yang Ying's eyes were firm, implying determination: "You don't have to sow discord."
Her left arm hung unnaturally, probably because it was injured during the pushing.
The high priest reached out to touch her left arm.
Yang Ying stepped back fearfully, still holding the hand of death tightly in her right hand.
She shouted loudly: "Kill or behead them, it's up to you! But if you want to threaten them with Gu, it's absolutely impossible!"
The high priest's right hand paused in the air.
Yang Ying lowered her head, looked at the past life in her hand, and then looked up into the distance.
She didn't know what she thought of, and there was a hint of expectation in her eyes.
It is the kind of expectation that is on the verge of despair, but still holds a trace of fantasy.
The high priest retracted his right hand and pressed it on the lower edge of his mask: "Who are you thinking about?"
Yang Ying turned to look at the high priest, her chin slightly raised, her expression proud and silent.
"Is it me?" The old voice suddenly changed into a familiar tone.
Yang Ying suddenly froze on the spot.
After the high priest said this, he slowly took off his mask.
Her eyebrows are like distant mountains and her eyes are like stars.
There was a hint of heroism in her beautiful face, and she was looking at Yang Ying with a half-smile.
Above the gate of Hexian County.
Everyone was a little dumbfounded.
Qian Zhao and Yu Shisan looked at each other.
Ren Ruyi clenched his hands into fists, and his nails almost dug into the flesh of his palms.
Li Tongguang seemed to have lost his soul.
He looked at Xiao Yuxi from a distance, with extremely complicated expressions in his eyes.
In front of the city gate.
Xiao Yuxi threw away his mask and stood up straight.
Yang Ying struggled to get up from the ground, looking very embarrassed.
She looked at Xiao Yuxi, her mood was like a roller coaster, and she choked with sobs: "Why don't you recognize me?"
Xiao Yuxi's tone was calm, but her words were cold.
She said: "Because, I'm here to kill you!"
Yang Ying took a step back in disbelief.
Seeing that Xiao Yuxi's expressions didn't look fake, she lost control of her expressions for a moment.
Sadness, heartache, confusion, grievance, and indescribable resentment!
Big tears fell from the corners of Yang Ying's eyes.
She took a deep breath, and each word seemed to pop out from between her teeth: "Why, what, what?"
Xiao Yuxi smiled nonchalantly and said, "My little highness, don't be stupid. I have never been a good person in the true sense."
Yang Ying roared: "You said you would always protect me!"
Xiao Yuxi shouted coldly: "That kind of talk is just a lie to a child! You and I are not relatives, so why should I keep protecting you?"
Yang Ying's eyes were red and she bit her lower lip until it bled.
Xiao Yuxi stepped forward and grabbed Yang Ying's neck.
Her black hair was flying, and the crow feathers on her shoulders were moving in the wind. She looked like an evil Shura ghost crawling up from the ground: "If you want to blame me, I blame you for blocking my way!"
Yang Ying's face turned red and she had difficulty breathing.
Xiao Yuxi smiled wildly: "How stupid! Ren Ruyi has been teaching you for so long, and you still can't even fight back!"
Yang Ying held the deceased's right hand, the joints turned white, and the nails made a "squeaking" sound when grinding on the sheath.
Xiao Yuxi leaned close to Yang Ying's ear and continued: "Don't worry, I will send them to accompany you after you die."
"Your sister Ruyi, your brother Yuanzhou, your eldest brother Qian, your eldest brother Sun, and your thirteenth brother, none of them can escape!"
"Oh, by the way! And your favorite Genroku... uh..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yuxi groaned, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
Rebirth pierced her vitality.
Be impartial, the knife penetrates four inches, right in the center of the mouth.
Yang Ying pulled it out and died, blood splashing on her face.
The hand she was holding was shaking uncontrollably, and she realized what she had just done.
Xiao Yuxi bowed slightly. She looked at Yang Ying with a relieved smile on her face: "Your Highness, this is your last lesson."
"You should take the lead in this battle."
Yang Ying felt a "boom" in her head, and she understood everything in an instant.
Afterlife, afterlife.
It turns out that she had written the ending for herself so early.
Xiao and Xi stood in the wind, as if they would be broken at any time.
Yang Ying rushed towards Xiao Yuxi: "Yu Xi——"
at the same time.
Above the gate of Hexian City, silhouettes of people were flying over.
"Xiao Yuxi——"
"Second Miss——"
"With Sister Xi——"
Xiao Yuxi looked back at the group of familiar faces.
She raised her sleeves and waved them all, including Yang Ying, back to the city gate.
Only Li Tongguang, protected by the Mingjian Sword, flew down and stumbled closer.
He finally took Xiao Yuxi into his arms.
Li Tongguang's long eyelashes trembled slightly and his voice was hoarse: "You said we would see you again, but goodbye means goodbye forever."
"Xiao Yuxi, how cruel are you?"
Xiao Yuxi caressed the side of Li Tongguang's face with one hand, but didn't know what to say.
Li Tongguang held the back of Xiao Yuxi's hand, his face pressed against her palm, and his tone was almost pleading: "Don't die, don't die, okay?"
"I will never force you again, even if you don't want to see me, even if... I just ask you to live well, just live."
Xiao Yuxi felt the warmth and moisture in her hands, and when she heard Li Tongguang's incoherent words, her heart was already in chaos.
Her face was pale, and the bruises between her wrists had spread to the roots of her fingers: "I've been trapped for too long, and now it's just a gamble."
"Li Tongguang, I..."
Before Xiao Yuxi could finish her words, bruises spread to her fingertips.
The rest of the words were not spoken.
Her body turned into ashes in the blink of an eye and dispersed in the wind.
Li Tongguang reached out to grab it like crazy, but in the end it was all in vain.
He was sent back to the gate of Hexian City by a gentle force.
In the next second, the world changed dramatically.
A semicircular golden shield was placed around the entire Hexian County.
The sky was filled with dark clouds, and purple thunder and lightning gathered, like a man-eating monster, opening its bloody mouth.
Tianmen Pass has a radius of hundreds of miles, and the ground is shaking.
In the blink of an eye, mountains were leveled, deep ditches were filled, and the entire terrain underwent earth-shaking changes.
As the Zixiao thunder and lightning landed on the ground, a huge golden light rose from the depths of Tianmen Pass.
As the golden light became more and more dazzling, a harsh sound echoed in everyone's ears, like the roar of a dragon or the chirping of a phoenix, which shattered the eardrums.
Soon, the thunder and lightning in the purple sky dispersed, and the black clouds were still rolling, but they gradually separated from the middle, revealing a large area of blue and white.
Such a sharp contrast is as if a crack has been torn open in the sky, or as if the sky has opened its eyes.
