024 killer

"Kill Murong Xueyan? I don't agree!" Nangong Yi looked disapproving.

"Do you really not know? Only the dead in the world will never reveal secrets." Yunfei's voice was indifferent and expressionless.

"But she...she promised not to say it..."

"Yi, are you swated by her?" She asked the same question for the second time.

"I didn't." Nangong Yiya denied it.

Concubine Yun pressed step by step, "Since you don't have it, why don't you want to kill her? You have killed countless enemies on the battlefield, and you have never been afraid. What are you afraid of?

"Yun'er..." Nangong Yi's face was unbearable.

"In that case, you go and think that Yan Moyun has never known you."

"Yun'er, not everything has to sacrifice human life to be perfect." Nangong Yi recalled the incident on the day of the wedding, "Just like when I got married, if I was willing to slow things down and investigate it thoroughly, maybe..."

Maybe it won't make Murong Xueyan's head bleed... Although she was not dead, when she came to question later, every word she asked made him speechless.

In his heart, he gradually began to recognize some of Murong Xueyan's views and was influenced by her, but he still didn't understand and didn't want to admit it.

"Since you say so, I won't force you. I'm tired. I'll go back and have a rest first." Concubine Yun's face was tired.

"You... have a good rest. After all, you are pregnant now. Be careful in everything." Nangong Yi did not keep him and left by himself.

Not long after he left, Yunfei raised her hand and flew away a pigeon. It's a carrier pigeon, which she has been with since five years ago.

"Who are you?" The border city looked at the people coming in confusion.

The woman smiled and tore off a human skin mask.

Concubine Yun, the daughter of Shangshu Yan Wenxuan, is one of the four concubines personally sealed by the emperor, but at the same time, she is also the only woman she has loved in her life.

"When will you start?" The border city asked.

"Now." Yunfei's smile faintly revealed cruelty, "Moreover, I want to do it myself."

"You..." The border city looked at Yunfei puzzledly. She was so beautiful in white that she suffocated him, but the resentment and complexity in her eyes made him want to avoid it. Thinking of the last time we met **, he was intoxicated.

"If...you help me kill her, I can..."

What can I do? The border city wants to ask this question, but it can't and doesn't dare to ask it. He was afraid of being rejected and afraid that he would be disappointed.

"Border city, I can put down everything and wander around the world with you!" Her promise is as deadly as the poisonous mandala. She herself is not a mandala flower, beautiful, but with deadly toxicity! From the moment he was attracted to her, he was poisoned by her and couldn't help himself!

The person Yunfei and the border city plotted to kill, Murong Xueyan, is now drinking tea in the teahouse. The border city found her, bought a beggar, wrote a short letter, and handed the beggar over to her.

After a cup of tea, the letter was sent to Murong Xueyan's hand.

Murong Xueyan opened the letter and looked at it. There were only a few words in the content: "Let's meet in the alley behind the Jiaye Temple in the south of the city, Nangongyi."

"What mystery do you play?" He threw away the letter casually, and Murong Xueyan rushed to the place mentioned in the letter.

She was so familiar with the capital that she could recognize the road even if she closed her eyes. In a moment, she had come to the alley agreed in the letter.

The silent alley was empty. She was wondering if she had come to the wrong place and suddenly saw a figure flying down from the sky. Is it an illusion? Oh, it's not an illusion. The man did fly down from the sky... dark night clothes and messy hair blown by the wind.

Before Murong Xueyan could see the man's appearance clearly, she was strangled by the man. Her breathing gradually became difficult, and she felt that she was about to suffocate. She hurriedly raised her eyes in pain and saw the face of a strange man. She can be sure that she has never seen him...

"You..." The throat was so tight that it was very difficult to even say a word.

The man's strength in his hand was aggravated, and Murong Xueyan clearly heard the sound of "Guge" in his neck... It's over. Is it possible that he will die here today? Who is this person who hates her so much and wants to kill her?

After a long time, the man suddenly let go of his hand. Murong Xueyan felt that she had gained understanding. She was secretly glad that she didn't cut off her neck just now. She tried to cough and gasp for a long time. She finally came to her senses and shouted for help: "Help... help..."

"How dare you ask for help, Biancheng, hit her in the face!" The woman's coquettish came. Although the visitor masked his face with black cloth, Murong Xueyan was completely sure that she must have heard it somewhere.

The border city opened its bow left and right, and slapped it more than ten times in a moment. Murong Xueyan's cheeks were hot and swollen, and her mouth still couldn't help shouting: "Help..."

"I'm surprised. Where on earth is he attracted to you, this beautiful face?" The woman held the dagger in her hand and approached step by step.

"What...what are you going to do?" Murong Xueyan was so scared that she retreated desperately.

"Nothing. Anyway, you will see the King of hell soon. I just don't want you to be tired of beauty when you are reincarnated in your next life." The woman smiled and walked closer.

Murong Xueyan took a few steps back, and her body actually pressed against a wall - this alley was actually a dead alley! Is it that God is going to kill her?

She felt the cold light of the dagger flashed, and she instinctively closed her eyes. Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in her forehead. The strong smell of blood spread in the air, and the blood from the wound gushed from top to bottom, dripping on the bridge of her nose and cheeks.

"Does it hurt?" With appreciation in her eyes, the woman raised the dagger in her hand again.

" Stop it!" Another figure flew over and kicked away the dagger in the woman's hand! The woman stood unsteadily, and an earring fell to the ground... Murong Xueyan opened her eyes, but it was Nangong Yi!

"Go!" The woman seemed to be afraid of the arrival of Nangongyi. She didn't make any stay and said to the border city, "Let's go!"

Buncheng took her hand, unfolded the light kung fu, and soon escaped without a trace.

Nangong Yi did not chase the enemy, but turned around to help Murong Xueyan, who had a bloody face. She looks like she has suffered a lot. Girl, are you all right? He gently picked her up.

"I..." She was too frightened. Murong Xueyan's eyes darkened and fainted in Nangong Yi's arms.

Where is this?

What a big piece of grass, she ran freely, like a bird out of the cage flying freely in the sky...

Freedom, freedom...

There is no struggle, no hatred, and no so many complicated calculations.

The cold light of the dagger!

"No!" Murong Xueyan suddenly sat up, with a cold sweat on her face.

"Miss, you're awake!" Jinxin helped her and put on a cloak for her.

"Pain..." There was a tearing pain on her forehead. Murong Xueyan frowned in pain and reached out to touch it, but only touched a thick piece of gauze.

"Miss Hua Rongyue is beautiful, but she has suffered a disaster for no reason. This face..." Xiurong didn't finish her words. Don't look over and wipe her tears.

Murong Xueyan tried to recall what happened before she fell into a coma: a little beggar gave her a letter. It was Nangong Yi who asked her to meet in an alley. When she got there, what she met was the border city and another woman. The woman's dagger suddenly scratched on her forehead...

The wound left on her forehead is long and deep. It seems that she is disfigured. She doesn't care much about this beautiful face that doesn't belong to her. She has always thought that the most important thing is the heart, not a face...

Who would it be? Who hates her so much that he has to kill her? She suddenly thought of the secret she shouldn't have known recently...

Is the masked woman actually...

Biancheng, the person who grabbed her neck is Biancheng, the world's number one killer Biancheng! Attempted to assassinate the emperor's border city when the emperor sacrificed to heaven! He once said that his beloved was robbed by the emperor. Is his beloved also...

Every layer of inference, Murong Xueyan was shocked. The complexity of the matter is beyond her imagination, and what she can't imagine is what kind of role did Nangong Yi play in this murder?

"Who sent me back?" Murong Xueyan asked faintly.

"It's King Jing." Jinxin replied, "For the sake of the young lady, the prime minister quarreled with King Jing again."

"Has King Jing gone?" Murong Xueyan asked.

"It's still in the lobby. The prime minister said that he couldn't leave until the young lady woke up. Xiurong said.

"Help me to the lobby." Murong Xueyan turned over and went out of bed.

"But miss, your injury..." The two maids looked at their young lady in embarrassment.

Murong Xueyan smiled and said, "It's okay. Except for a minor injury on the face, it's nothing."

She went down to meet Nangong Yi with the help of Jinxin and Xiurong. She saw him standing with his back to her, with an indifference that was difficult to approach.

"Jinxin, Xiurong, and Uncle Zhong, you step back. I have a few words to say to the prince alone." Murong Xueyan glanced around and said, "All the others also retreated. Don't come in without my instructions."

Everyone was puzzled, but seeing that her face was solemn and seemed to have a last resort, everyone didn't ask much and retreated quietly.

Sure that there was no third party, Murong Xueyan asked, "Nang Gongyi, I was almost killed today. I just want to ask you, is this matter related to you?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Nangong Yi slowly turned around, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes, "Your injury..."

The wound is on the forehead, and the wound is very long, which is bound to leave a scar. Such a beautiful face...

"It's just a minor injury." Murong Xueyan looked at him persistently, "You haven't answered me yet. Does it have anything to do with you?"

"If I say it has nothing to do with me, do you believe it?" Nangong Yi raised his head.

Murong Xueyan didn't answer, but asked, "I know the secret that I shouldn't know. Don't you want me to die?"

"I believe in your oath."

His eyes are full of trust. No matter how he looks at it, he doesn't hate her so much that he hates her so much that he wants to end her life. So, this matter...

She grabbed the earrings in her hand and made up her mind.