After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 961

"Heh!" After a while, he suddenly hummed a syllable coldly, and that charming face was full of ridicule.

Yin Jiuqing looked at him indifferently like this, with nothing but bloodlust on his face.

"Who are you, Bai Zhan?" After an ancient silence, he suddenly asked coolly.

Yin Jiuqing remained silent, as if he hadn't heard what he said, but just looked at him indifferently.

After a while, she suddenly raised the Wanggui sword in her hand and split the table.

Seeing her move, Su Chenyang just raised his eyebrows and showed no other expression.

Under the eyes of everyone, he stood up calmly, "Take him away alone."

Ling Yue and Ling Yang nodded, and just as they were about to step forward, a sharp arrow suddenly shot through the air and nailed it to the wall of the inn.

Immediately, the dust on the ground was shaken off.

There was a clatter of hooves that made the ground tremble slightly.

After a while, the man in Tsing Yi rode a horse and stopped outside the inn.

In the eyes of everyone, he held a soft sword and walked in slowly, with a smile on his lips, and his demeanor was carefree, which made people feel as sinister as ice. When he met such a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, he felt an inexplicable backache. Cool.

Su Chenyang laughed lowly, "It's hard for His Highness to come and see you off in person."

The man came to him and stopped. Hearing this, his lips curled up slightly, and the sharp blade in his hand suddenly slid across.

For a moment, the huge inn was silent.

Even Yin Jiuqing paused, and stared at him blankly, as if he hadn't thought that this man usually looks warm and indifferent, but has such a violent temper.

A look of stiffness flashed across Su Chenyang's face, and he lowered his eyes to glance at the wound on his arm.

The luxurious robe has been torn, revealing a long bloodstain. At this moment, the bright red blood is flowing out in pools, dripping drop by drop to the ground.

It's not that his martial arts are inferior to others, but that he never thought that Gu Qingyu would attack and hurt someone even if he didn't agree with each other.

When Su Chenyang's cold eyes looked over, he raised his jaw slightly, and said three words without changing his expression, "Hand slipped."

"Heh!" Su Chenyang snorted again, "If it's not slippery, shouldn't the sword stab Gu's vitals?"

The man put away the sword with a calm face, his thin eyes contained a dark and surging undercurrent.

Just when everyone thought he would never speak again, he hummed a syllable faintly, "En."

Su Chenyang's pupils shrank in disbelief, as if he didn't expect that he could be so righteous when he hurt him first.

He did not explain half a sentence, nor did he intend to explain.

He held Yin Jiuqing's hand on one side, and strode out of the inn.

Su Chenyang's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he slowly raised his hand, just as he was about to signal the archer to release the arrow, Ling Yue suddenly caught a glimpse of something that fell to the ground.

"what is this?"

He picked it up suspiciously, and Su Chenyang also looked over.

When he saw what Ling Yue was holding in his hand, his pupils shrank suddenly, and something exploded in his head with a 'buzz'.

A trace of solemnity flashed across Ling Yang's eyes, "I remember, this thing belongs to the imperial concubine. She used to hold it in her hand to look at it when she was in the Southwest Dynasty. It seems to be called... Qingyue Hanging Bead."

Before he had time to think, he rushed out of the inn quickly.

The target was the leaving group of troops, the blood-stained figure in white clothes seemed to be deeply engraved on his heart, and in an instant, an indescribable dull pain suddenly struck.

(End of this chapter)