A blind concubine

Chapter 154

What a cruel method!Take life quickly without seeing blood!

All this made Ye Jinxiao feel cold.

escape!
When Yaosheng finally found a trace of strangeness in Ye Jinxiao's eyes, he realized that all of this was his expectation. In this world, there are people who may know the evil sword and the divine fire pill!
He, can't even trust his own son?
The boy ran away, but met a sharp sword in the garden.

The moonlight poured down like a wash and shrouded the imperial garden incomparably sacred. On such a bleak night, the young man stopped in a daze and stared in disbelief at the woman who was pointing a sword at him.

The wind messed up her charming long hair, and the court clothes were like a frustrated butterfly, struggling feebly.On an unmodified cheek, there is helplessness and pain that cannot be ignored, as well as a touch of determination.

"Yaosheng, why did you come back?" Her voice was a little hoarse, if the light from the cold sword in her hand was not too compelling, then the figure under the moonlight would not be real.

Before Yaosheng could answer, the emperor and Huansha appeared behind him. The imperial garden seemed to have been carefully arranged, and there was no one else except these few people.

"Yaosheng, you are so ruthless, return my Weiyang!" Huansha's eyes were filled with tears of hatred, and he gritted his teeth as if he wanted to swallow Yaosheng.

Weiyang, Hua Weiyang lost her legs because of the prince dispute!

Is the current explanation useful?If someone wants such a result, can he, a little prince, change it?From the beginning of the silver tael being stolen, it was already doomed that Yaosheng would not be able to escape this trap!
"I'm sorry, Yaosheng!"

The beautiful voice is like a melody, melodiously running through the imperial garden and everyone's eardrums.Accompanied by the sword that almost pierced the heart, Yaosheng seemed to have returned to the mother's body again, growing freely.Then he struggled with the umbilical cord that entangled him in order to survive, and he would fall into the tide if he was not careful.

The sword, the cross-shaped sword, left an indelible imprint on his heart.Because of inertia, his hands gently held the sharp upper sword.This sword that can cut first and then strike, and can avoid death took away the bright red liquid in his body.The blood like spring water dyed his clothes red, his hands red, and his thinking red!

"Mother, concubine." Looking at the pale cheek, Yaosheng finally managed to call out these two words.He never thought that the one who took his life was actually the mother he tried his best to protect!

When that sword pierced the heart, not only his blood was taken away, but also his unwavering trust!
Young, shouldn't it mean having a good childhood?Running unrestrained in the vast wilderness, taking a big breath of fresh air, and talking freely?Why, in the emperor's family, the more you grow up, the more you have to experience bloody baptism?To be able to survive, there must be more cruel means, if not to survive, is that fate?
Once, two children held hands, laughed heartily and experienced the happiness.However, happiness is like the tail of a rainbow, which is fleeting and cannot retain a little color, turning into hell-like darkness.

Wei Young, live well!

The woman on the opposite side approached him softly, "Yaosheng, in the next life, don't join the emperor's house again."

A tear fell helplessly on his shoulder, and then moistened his broken heart.

drift.

There is only one small sail in the endless abyss, drifting and spreading endlessly.

is he deadIf you are dead, why do you still feel pain?
What is it, pulling his long-gone soul, and pulling away his numb pain again.It was hard to tell whether it was tears, sweat, or blood on the handsome long eyelashes?

"Save your life? It seems that I can't give you a normal poison!"

A voice sounded, and a black shadow blocked Yaosheng's eyes which he had managed to open, and a stabbing pain suddenly came from the unhealed wound.He no longer had the strength to struggle, he could only feel his body trembling slightly, his vision was blurred, but he clearly knew that the wound was struck by a sharp knife again, as if the nerve had been cut.

Something like flowing water slipped in along his blood vessels, and then, like a seed, took root deep in his heart.There are countless cells that touch the root of his blood vessels, and then greedily bite them, bringing the dead Yaosheng back to life again, but after he came back to life, he witnessed his own death again with his own eyes!

"Third Prince, Jade Pendant, I will take it on my behalf."

who is it?

Who was the one who killed him?Why did you take his jade pendant away?

Hell, there are no ghosts in the nineteenth floor of hell, only boundless darkness!
He couldn't grasp anything, he didn't want to grasp anything, he didn't blame anyone, he didn't hate anyone, he just took steps and slowly set foot on a dark road.The road became narrower and longer, the air became thinner, and he felt his body getting heavier and heavier!

Darkness, endless darkness.

The heart is like the hand of a dying old man, the old fingers are like tattered satin in the dry wind, forming strands and strands, floating endlessly.

Suddenly, a sharp sword pierced through the darkness and approached those tightly closed dark eyes.The long eyelashes were swept away by the wind, and the cross-shaped long sword that appeared in the eyes rotated endlessly, turning bright red all around, almost piercing the deep black pupils.Tanshou held the sharp sword firmly, his palm was cut instantly, blending with the tearing pain in his heart, making him stand shoulder to shoulder with death.

pain?grim Reaper?

With a strong will, he threw away the pain fiercely, and the footsteps walking in the dark passage stopped suddenly. Even if he pierced his palm, he twisted the cross-shaped sharp sword he was holding tightly. .A lot of pain, but can't take his life away!

Life and memory seemed to be in a fierce confrontation. In the end, those memories were cut into pieces by his own hands, and they were swayed behind proudly.Why he could discard those fragments so freely, he didn't understand, but he couldn't put those fragments together again.Proudly and indifferently staring at the darkness ahead.

What is life?
Live! Live!Life and death are only in his control!
God of death, he is the god of death!

Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes with cold hands and feet, and there was a tearing pain in his chest, as if a pair of gentle hands gently lifted his skirt, and then pierced the hole fiercely. bouncing heart.The beast-like panting broke the dull darkness, his violent eyes had an indifference that made even the night dread, his mind was blank!
(End of this chapter)