Chapter 34 at the end of the noise

The palace lamp flashed and opened slightly, blurring the scene in front of us, thousands of...

In the slightly open thousand-layer light, it always shines on the highest place of this towering imperial city. The hunting wind is cold, the stars are cold, and the highest place of the tower, the woman is like a petrochemical, staring at it for a long time. His slender fingers were put on the cold tattooed dragon pillar beside him, allowing him to be cold late at night.

Arrogant has always been accompanied by loneliness. On the lonely face, the usual majesty was removed, and in her eyes, she waited for pity.

Behind him, a man quietly walked lightly, like a jade face, with a trace of evil smile. Behind the woman on the high building, as if he had intended to move forward quietly. When he was one step away from the woman, the man suddenly stopped smiling and stretched out his hands to hug the willow waist.

"Who?" Zhenming roared. I don't know whether it was the cold night wind or the panic. His face turned pale in an instant, and even his lips couldn't help shaking.

"Princess, it's me!" The man, like today's behavior in Fengqi Palace, still wrapped his bright waist affectionately, and his jaw shook gently, wiping the most delicate and soft ** on the woman's neck. Frequently, this jade-like man intends to stir up the abstinence of the world's most noble woman on the tallest tower in Kyoto.

The bright and pale face gradually returned to rosy under the intimacy of the man. Feng's eyes are closed, as gentle as the usual bed, "Guanyu! ..." She called the man's name, "I love you the most among so many men. Do you know why?"

The man who was called Guanyu smiled confidently and was charming. The princess loves the blessing of Guanyu's three lives. In addition, can there be anything else? The voice was soft and soft, and the wind was as warm as spring.

He smiled contemptuously, but there was no love in Guan Yu's mouth. Yes, but Guan Yu's fierceness can't be seen clearly behind him. I not only love your handsomeness, but also appreciate your talent, but what I like more is your silence. She slowly pushed away her hands about Long's waist, took a step forward, separated from him, and turned to look at Guan Yu. Feng's eyes had a cold look, "Among the faces, you are the most knowledgeable person. You know what to say to me and what not to me..."

Guan Yu has been smiling gently, as if he also began to notice the change in the look of the Ming Dynasty, but as the Ming Ming said, he is a person who knows the current affairs and knows what to say and what not to say! And this moment in front of him was exactly the worst time to speak, so he was silent and waited for the Mingming to finish his words.

"...But suddenly one day, I felt that the most unspeakable person was the most terrible person. What do you think should I do with him? Huh?" She hummed and smiled, perfectly showing her peerless face in the cold night.

The cold wind rose and fell, and poured into the most eye-catching tower from the vast sky outside the city, stirring up the green silk covering the waist. In an instant, it was furious and rushed to pat Guan Yu's face.

meditated, and the fragrance of green silk was constantly stirred between the nose and breath. But I saw Guanyu's slightly raised throat twice in a row. "Princess..." She was as weak as silk, and her gentle voice called out slightly, "It seems that Guanyu is doomed to escape tonight!"

I didn't expect him to be so frank. He raised his eyebrows and listened to him continue to speak.

"The princess is a dragon and a phoenix among people. Naturally, she is unique. Guan Yu is just a blind line, and it is still difficult to escape the eyes of the princess!" He tilted his head and still smiled warmly. "It's just that Guan Yu has never understood why the princess has come to doubt me today. Is it him? ......”

"Not bad!" Zhenming praised Xu, "It was his idea to let me eradicate the details carved around me."

"So, the princess really wants to be seamless for those who know about King Chengming?" He compared his neck and made a silence gesture, "Unfortunately, King Chengming should not have turned into a victim by being silenced in the end, but was made public to the world for fear of crime and suicide!" He looked at Ming and said with a smile, "In the end, the form of the court will be biased. I'm afraid the princess can't control it, can she?"

Yi Ming's face changed slightly, and the past amorous feelings gradually turned into the current posture of forbearance and killing. "In this way, I'm afraid Han Shen will benefit the most from the court!" She paused and said, "It seems that Han Shen is really not simple. He put such an eyeliner into my skirt." She picked up Guan Yu's face and sighed, "It's a pity that such a handsome face. Han Shen really knows my taste."

"You really conclude that I'm from Han Shen!" Guan Yu's words were a little heavy. After saying that, she actually laughed, "Does the princess still remember Liang Yanhua?" Guan Yu smiled and looked at the bright face as she wished, gradually falling from cold to bloodless.

"Do you know Liang Yanhua?" Out of control, with uncontrollable trembling, he looked at the man in front of him who had been spoiled between the beds for a long time, and retreated repeatedly and resisted the railing behind him. Suddenly looking back, he was a hundred feet high, his heart jumped coldly, almost stopped, and stopped his pace in panic, took a few steps forward, hugged his arms in shock, and trembled in the cold wind.

"Who the hell are you?" Qiming shouted bitterly, "Han Shen can't know so much. Those who know about me are basically dead in those years. How can anyone else know the name Liang Yanhua and say, who are you? What's the purpose of being placed around this palace?"

Guan Yu approached Yingming's side, "There are 800 students under Xuanyin's door, all elites. The princess's heart was so cruel, so cruel that she didn't leave any of them, and she sent them all to see the king of the den!" Sadly, Guan Yu said word by word, "Xuan Yin's door is full of Mexican writers. How difficult it is to send you to hell!"

"But what you absolutely can't imagine is that even the fish that leaks from the net also adheres to the will and bones of Mr. Xuanyin, and also adheres to his wisdom. We know how to do it so that we can completely pull you down from this court." Guan Yu smiled and said, "This is what Liang Yanhua taught us before he died. He wants to pull down his favorite woman, which is eternal!"

"Don't say it!" Jingming shouted in an instant, "No one of the so-called Tianzi students is a good thing. They are all pedantic people. What about this palace in charge of the government? Those who obey me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die..." She looked at Guan Yu and said coldly word by word, "Even if... Liang Yanhua is the same! ..." He frowned, and Ming was as crazy as the devil at this moment, approaching Guan Yu step by step, "Go to hell! ......”

Suddenly, the gravity pinched Guan Yu's neck. With the sudden force, Guan Yu couldn't stand the force. Unexpectedly, under the crazy force of a female stream, she tilted towards the 100-foot railing behind him.

"Ah..." exclaimed, at the moment when Guan Yu's whole body fell into the city, he exclaimed,... "Liang Ji! ......”

And this exhalation completely shocked the Ming above the tower. Liang Ji, Liang Ji,..." Qiming's hands were suddenly at a loss and stroked his cheeks. "Liang Ji, it's for your mother. I'm sorry!" After panic, he looked determined, "No, everything I do will not be wrong. Since I want to lead the world, there should be no handle that people can catch, never! ......”

In panic, she staggered down the tower, but faintly heard the voice of her commanding the soldiers, "Hang the dead bitch on the tower for three days and thrown it to the mass grave!"

The same night is doomed to be windy and doomed to be restless.

In the heavenly prison, the secluded moonlight shone into the iron window, shining a group of prisoners in the heavenly prison with shackles like ghosts. The sound of chains tinkling is often heard in the middle of the night. The prisoner, sleepy with sleepy eyes, stood casually in a corner, and solved the linth in his body all night. He shook a few times. After turning around, a dark shadow flashed and half-awakened the prisoner who was convenient to get up.

hugged the sleeping prisoner beside him, "Wake up, wake up... Have you seen anyone passing by from here just now?"

"I saw your mother steal the man next door from here!" The awakened prisoner was a little impatient and casually answered this sentence, then turned over and continued to sleep with his head covered.

If the prisoner said such provocative words on another day, even in deep sleep, there must be a fight in this cell. But now, the prisoner was frightened by the shadow that had just flashed by. He didn't pay attention to what the man was saying, and still said, "It's impossible to misread it. Obviously, there are! ......”

The darker the cell, the more depressed it is.

In the dark, those murderous eyes were particularly prominent under the wrapped in black clothes at night. The long knife in his hand occasionally skipped the moonlight on the cold window, and the light reflected made this man enough to get a glimpse of the whole territory in such a dark place.

The footsteps stopped in the place where the noblest identity was imprisoned here.

I only heard a sound of cutting in the air, which shocked the prisoners imprisoned in it.

Who is it? ..." Hearing a sentence, the ending had not completely fallen, and a touch of coldness passed by the throat. Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the cell, and the smile of those eyes under the refraction of the moonlight.

turned around and took a step, and the cloth shoes stepped on the straw in the cell. Hearing the sound behind him, the man in black turned over the long knife in his hand. Originally, as the most proud means of a killer, he was restrained by hidden people in the dark.

Several long knives were fierce, but they were lightly bounced back. Humph, I didn't expect that Xiao Chengming made a lot of enemies in the court, and there were more than one person who wanted to kill him.

"What kind of person are you?" In the dark, the man who repeatedly competed with the man in black asked gloomyly.

"It has nothing to do with you, and it is useless to know more!" The man in black has been completed, and he doesn't seem to want to kill again. Unexpectedly, he took the knife from the man in the dark and retreated several times and wanted to leave.

However, the man in the dark doesn't seem to want this narrow man in black to retreat. "Since you have come here, you must die when you see me!" After saying that, there was the sound of fist attack in the air, and the cut air unexpectedly resisted the black knife that blocked the man in black.

"You and I both want to kill Xiao Chengming, and it's useless to fight!" In addition to blocking, the man in black has no starting to kill, but just told each other coldly. At the moment of speaking, the man in the dark made ten moves to kill him. In the end, neither seems to have the upper hand.

The killer in black snorted coldly and seemed to understand the form in front of him, "I can't help you, and you can't help me either. Why bother!"

"Ha ha, how can I live if I don't pester it?" After saying that, the man in the dark, I don't know when, silently moved to the man in black. For a moment, the hidden weapon that came from nowhere, a silver needle that could not be seen by the naked eye, unexpectedly hit the face of the man in black and pierced into the forehead of the man in black.

"Ah! ..." The man in black cried out in pain and fell to the ground in an instant.

"It seems that the person who won the whole game tonight seems to be me!" The man in the dark seemed to be in a good mood at this moment. He didn't know what he was groping from his chest. He suddenly paused, smiled gloomyly in the dark, and pulled it up with the hand and knife of the man in black.

The other hand, between the index finger and the thumb, gently crossed the blade. Reflecting the cold light of the knife itself, the blade pinched by two fingers actually had something dark red, shining with a more secluded cold.

"You have to do it like a bitter meat plan!" The man muttered this to himself, and then went into the edge of his chest with the knife in the man in black. When he fell to the ground, he still smiled and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Laughter, but never diminished!

The night seems to be not long, but it also seems to be very long. The prisoners in the cell still look at each other every day, and the jailers in the cell still turn a blind eye. As long as nothing big happens, no one bothers to care about those bad things.

The jailer who had been waiting outside the cell was old. According to the management, he carried a small bucket of water and sprinkled it around the cell. In his words, it was to clean up the bad luck. But the rest of the cell laughed at him for being stupid and cute.

The old jailer always shook his head and did not answer.

A line of water calmed down the dust raised on both sides. Only the jailer himself knew what was the use of sprinkling this water, which was nothing more than removing those invisible things at night or some traces left.

In this cell, the court is involved, and the people are involved. There are so many open and secret struggles, so careless, one day suddenly there will be a trace of horse, it will be a loss. And such a thing can only be seen through how many decades in this prison.

"As long as it's innocent, as long as it's innocent..." While sprinkling water, the jailer's old mouth has been saying such words. But I have been remembering the white man who came here yesterday.

From his experience of living in this never-ending cell for so long, something must have happened these days. And if they want to guarantee their surname, they should not let these dirty things stay in front of their eyes. The more innocent they are, the more they should ensure the innocence of those who do dirty things.

The traces of water are winding all the way, falling down along the sprinkled straw. Behind him were the prisoners who lived in the prison that had been sprinkled with clean water. There was a continuous sound of scolding, "Dead old man, the straws have been wet by you. How can people sleep? You deserve to fill your coffin with water in the future... Don't be restless!"

The jailer still didn't care, but when he sprinkled on a prisoner who was closed alone, he was a strong man. He raised his hand slightly, dipped it in the straw soaked with water, and then glanced at the jailer and said, "Thank you! ......”

The jailer's old face was wrinkled, and Fang smiled and continued to sprinkle in front of him.

The man in the cell glanced at the roaring prisoner behind him. The calmness just now suddenly disappeared and pulled away a rough voice, "What are you barking..."

The prisoner's scolding and shouting gradually fell behind the old jailer. The turning point of stepping into the cell is still the same sense of silence as in the past.

"As long as it's innocent, as long as it's innocent..." The sound of chanting is constantly echoing in this cold cell. There is a lot left when clear water is spilled on this place.

Along the flow of water, slowly, it seems that a middle ** at the other end of a cell merges and connects into a line. The jailer squinted hard and could no longer narrow his eyes, trying to see clearly what didn't feel right from the hundred steps away.

and the spread of clear water, the other end seemed to be much faster. Facing the old pace of the jailer, it was as if they couldn't wait, quickly followed the momentum of the current.

"What is this?" With a trace of doubt, the jailer squatted down and looked at the brightly colored thing flowing from his feet. Suddenly, he was shocked and almost fell to the ground, "This, this..., this is blood!"

and the blood of water are much lighter.

Pricked into the old man's eyes, secretly showing what he was afraid of, a premonition in front of him. Step by step, with doubts and fear, the jailer turned into the cell where the most noble people in the whole prison were locked. The scene in front of him scared the old man in the flower armor blue.

Leaning against the door of the cell cut open by a knife, sitting down little by little, muttering, "Dead, die,... dead..."

"...three people died!" The roar came out of the cell.