"Your Highness! I have done so much for you, all for you! The existence of Gu Pavilion is related to Your Highness's future. Please think twice before you act! The blood of those people can nourish the blood soul beads. Their death is not worthless, and they should be grateful!"

Wu Yin roared angrily, holding a sword and stabbing at the person who wanted to subdue him.

The dark blood silk rose out of thin air, and a pool of blood-colored murderous intent trapped Wu Yin in place, watching the Gu Pavilion burn out under a fire!

"No!!!"

Wu Yin watched the Gu Pavilion be destroyed, and it was almost half his life.

To the extreme, he actually laughed softly: "Your Highness...Your Highness."

In a trance, he remembered that year of Siwu, the 18-year-old blood clan was tortured to the point where he had only one last breath, just to ask for ashes of one person.

This scene is very similar, very much like the past.

She begged him so too.

How can we explain the cause and effect of numerology?

She was so cruel and took revenge on him.

He is worthy of being His Highness.

Wu Yin has always felt unwaveringly-

Your Highness should sit on the throne and look down on the world. His fate will inevitably be illegitimate, his life will inevitably be bumpy, dark or despair, cold-blooded and numb, so what? The world is all hers!

But the appearance of that person disrupted Wu Yin's plan, and that person actually taught her the world and the joys and sorrows!

So Wu Yin killed him without hesitation.

Wu Yin has been obsessed with life for thousands of years and has even been crazy about it. He has long been crazy and will not admit that he is wrong.

He witnessed Ranbai's growth with his own eyes and died without regrets.

The Gu Master looked at the fire and calmed down strangely.

"It is a lifelong honor for Wu Yin to die for you."

He knelt down with his knees, placed his hands on his chest, and performed the last ritual of the Gu Pavilion, embracing the world and embracing death.

"I hope that your highness will one day understand Wu Yin's good intentions."

"It's just that you think you are self-righteous and dare to claim your hard work?" Ranbai said, "Do you want this world to be ridiculous, or do you want the world to spit it?"

Since the Gu Pavilion was destroyed, Wu Yin no longer had any need to exist. He and Gu Pavilion disappeared into the long river of the blood clan for thousands of years and buried them in the depths of the fire.

He knows, and she knows it too.

He must die.

The past is clear, and without a single sentence, he will definitely pay for it with his life.

The dark blood silk was already wrapped around the wrist, with murderous intent, his highness's silver hair and bloody eyes, and his eyes were indifferent.

Wu Yin looked at her deeply, thinking that she had not seen the world before, there was only one attic, and she seemed to have a young and ignorant and kind-hearted time, but all this was not important to Wu Yin, and what she is now is the most important thing.

Wu Yin never regrets doing all this, he is proud of it and willing to accept it.

The fire began to spread from the west, and the entire Gu Pavilion was destroyed, burning half of the sky red, and the air was filled with blood and cruel smell.

It also reflected the calm eyes of His Highness, behind her was a fire full of fire, and she walked out of the fire.

The Gu Lord collapsed into the Gu Pavilion and turned it into ashes with the Gu Pavilion. At the last glance, he saw the unreachable sky.

In the six thousand, one hundred and twenty-three years of Yeze, the Gu Pavilion was destroyed by a fire, and the last generation of Gu Master fell into the Gu Pavilion, and since then there will be no holy land in the blood clan.

No one knew his name, no one saw his appearance, and he would not stop until death.

In the 4,760th year of Yeze, the palace descended to life, and the Gu master once used his eight characters to assert his life.

——There are strange destinies in nature, and tens of thousands of people will kill them.

In the next life, it was as the eight characters said.

But people in the world do not know that the assertion is just a shocking trick, just because one person sets up the world.

On this day, the fire set by Your Highness burned the Gu Pavilion clean and no grass grew.

This move is arrogant and arrogant, but no blood clan dares to speak angrily, and no one wants to die. This highness has cruel, cold-blooded and ruthless methods, and is actually a tyrant. They want to retreat and save themselves.

Ranbai sat outside a wine shop opposite Gu Pavilion, with slender and pale fingers hanging down, carrying a pot of strong wine, which slid down along the beautiful lines of the finger bones, giving a kind of evil confusion of carving and jade.

The red clothes are burning, and the silver hair is like a waterfall.

Smiling is also evil and frivolous and cynical.

The fire burned for several hours before it could stop. Ranbai put the empty wine pot on the wooden table, took out a piece of silver and threw it on the table, with a lazy voice: "The wine is good."

After the words came, she had already stood up and walked towards the distance.

Thousands of blood clans knelt on the ground and respectfully sent their highness to you.

Ranbai, the blood clan's prince.

Looking around the world, the country is full of love, the cold and suspicious love is like a shackle, the cold and cold love is undeniable, but she also has a unique tranquility and freedom. This freedom cannot be shaken in her heart.

You can live a good life as you wish.

She is not alone.

No one is fearless.

This is what she became herself.

It's different from anyone who teaches her.

She will get what she has and what she loses.

Xi'an Mountain.

The bright mountains and rivers, the setting sun is setting, and the vast mountains are reflected in the vastness. It is already the season of late autumn. The leaves are full of withered, and who will you say that you have to lose?

At the foot of the mountain, birds flew in the wilderness, and maple leaves were as red as blood.

Every time Ranbai took a step, he stepped on the dead branches and leaves, making a sound, and his red dress was redder than the maple leaves all over the sky, as if he had splashed the thickest blood in the world.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the sun gradually falling in the sky, walking up the mountain step by step without joy or sorrow.

The withered branches and leaves were crushed, and a subtle and obvious sound was made in the quiet forest.

On Xi'an Mountain, it is the highest place. Looking down, it is cloudy and mist, and it is so beautiful.

There is a scene of winning the world.

But few people know that there is a grave in Mount Xi'an, where the only wife of the former blood clan king FdelChris Legge, was buried in the tomb.

There is only one grave, and her name is engraved on the stele.

There are no weeds around, so people should come often.

Ranbai stood in the distance, looked at the grave, and looked at it for a while before he walked up slowly.

It’s a long time since Ranbai saw her, and it’s so long that Ranbai himself forgot it, but that’s okay, Liao Rusi won’t miss her.

I remember that Ranbai's birth almost cost Liao Rusi half his life, but what he gave birth to was a monster who could not cry or make a fuss, and had no tears.

I think there is such a reason why Legge hates her.

The deeper he loves Liao Rusi, the more he hates Ranbai.

Ranbai walked forward, leaned over, stared at the tombstone in front of him. He was about to reach out and touch it, but he paused for a moment and somehow took it back, sitting in front of the grave at an inch of distance.

She looked at the tombstone and suddenly spoke.

"Yeze has been four thousand,760 years. It took you nearly a day and a night to give birth to her. Before that, both Leg and the doctor repeatedly advised you to give up that child, but you disagree. What were you thinking at that time?"

The sun has already set on the horizon, the dusk is thousands of miles away, and the darkness is boundless. The late autumn night is unbearable, especially on the top of the mountain, where the cold wind whistles and the bitterness penetrates the bones.
Chapter completed!