After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 635 Little monk, as you wish

Li Cang's pupils reflected a beautiful figure, her unruly innate nobility and indifference made people feel unattainable.

He lowered his head, trying to hide the longing and pain in his eyes, but he tried for a long time, but he couldn't do it.

He didn't dare to look at her, afraid of seeing the smiling mouth, the indifference and strangeness in his eyes.

Lowering his head, his voice was as hoarse as before.

"My little monk doesn't understand, why did the benefactor provoke a dispute?"

Yin Jiuqing laughed lowly, "It turns out that the monks are so proficient in throwing the pot."

Li Cang didn't understand what she meant, wanted to look at her, but didn't dare.

I had to say: "The eldest princess is a generation of heroines, she shouldn't turn the world into a purgatory, and the battlefield has no eyes."

Yin Jiuqing sneered, "A hero's death should be on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather."

"Little monk, leave while I have patience." She looked at him, and her words lost the warmth of the past.

At this moment, the indifference in her eyes turned into needles in the cotton, and with a light touch, blood flowed profusely.

Yin Jiuqing looked at the imperial city in the distance with her eyes, and gradually became cold, she said.

"The emperor's dominance for thousands of years, the achievements of those generals, were built by stepping on the bones of thousands of soldiers, and the country after generation was won on the battlefield of gunpowder. This is the truth."

He raised his eyes slowly, and looked up at her silently. In those red eyes, there was a light that was very shallow, like water mist, flickering dimly.

"Little monk, I don't want to see the people displaced by the war."

Yin Jiuqing remained silent, the dagger in his hand was nailed to his feet with a "clang".

"If that's the case, then you should cut yourself off, so you won't be able to see it."

"..." Li Cang stared blankly at the short sword in front of him, Zeng Jin, she used it to protect him time and time again, and used her to kill the woman who stayed by his side.

But at this moment, she wanted to use it to make him commit suicide.

Immediately, the waves surged in my heart, like a pool of water that could never see the end and the other shore, overflowing my heart.

Li Cang stared blankly at the short sword on the ground. Under all eyes, he slowly bent down and pulled it out forcefully.

Straightening up, his eyes lingered on her again.

But she raised her eyes and looked into the distance, without looking at him again.

The sharp weapon in his hand was too heavy, like a thin sharp blade drawing a slender bloody mouth on the petal of his missing heart.

Li Cang's face, which was a little fairer than Li Rui's, was like a gust of cold wind waking up his slack will, making him feel the bone-piercing pain.

"Little monk, as you wish."

He uttered a sentence in a low voice, his voice was as dry and difficult as cracked ice, with an emotion that Yin Jiuqing couldn't understand.

Then, the dagger in his hand wiped towards his neck without hesitation.

This is a way of committing suicide without any nostalgia.

Even Lin Fei, the soldier who didn't know it, couldn't help being taken aback.

Chongyang was startled, and the figure quickly came to him like a ghost, and grabbed the sharp blade fiercely.

In an instant, the scarlet and viscous blood dripped down his fingers, staining Li Cang's clean monk's robe red.

He looked at him with clear eyes, like a lifeless puppet.

On the neck, there is a bloodstain, and the flesh is turned out.

It was obvious that he had killed himself without any hesitation.

If it wasn't for Chongyang's speed, at this moment, he would have already been decapitated.

(End of this chapter)