Quick Transmigration: The villains are all my adults

Chapter 145 – Yanshi (41)

Ning Xiao sensed the puppet's intentions, and her lowered hand suddenly clenched into a fist. The veins on the back of her hand were bulging. She clenched her teeth and stared at herself in the light and shadow, her eyes gradually congested...

Uncharacteristically, the emperor was sleeping soundly, showing no signs of defense. It was even rare that there was a hint of joy in his peaceful sleeping face, as if he had some sweet dream.

As for the self in the light and shadow, he didn't make any unnecessary movements after getting up. After identifying the target, he raised his hand and pressed it on the man's chest.

Raising his hand again, a fist-sized heart suddenly sank in the palm of his hand, and strands of blood slid down the fingers, making the jade hand even more beautiful.

The emperor was still lying there sleeping soundly, the tyranny and gloom of the day had faded away, his face was quiet and beautiful, the corners of his mouth that were always pursed were still full of the sweetness of a dream.

But his chest was torn open, and the gurgling blood stained the pajamas red, and the scene seemed like a grand red lotus blooming in his heart.

Ning Xiao's eyes turned scarlet when her five fingers became claws in the light and shadow.

Then, seeing the bright red heart in the palm of her hand, Ning Xiao felt a tingling pain in her eyes. The heart-piercing pain was slow and clear, spreading inch by inch until it spread all over the blood vessels and meridians of her body.

The pain caused her to fall down suddenly, her back curled up on the ground, trembling in nervous convulsions, and there was a ho-ho-puffing sound from her mouth.

Gu Immortal, who was standing there with an unclear expression, was startled by Ning Xiao's sudden fall to the ground.

Seeing that the corner of her mouth was bleeding continuously, clutching her heart and twitching in pain, her eyes were crying blood, a very ominous premonition suddenly rose in her heart, she turned around abruptly and wanted to escape from here.

As soon as he took a step, his body was locked in place.The terrifying coercion like a thunderstorm from the sky enveloped her, and the three inches of ground where her feet stood were separated, forming an independent small world.

In this independent space, the air became thick and dense, as if it was extremely heavy, bending her spine and kneeling her knees on the spot.

Gu Immortal propped her hands on the ground, panting heavily, her face was purple, and her eyes were full of panic.

She could clearly feel that the person behind her was slowly approaching her. Even though there was no sound, the dead silence made her collapse and despair even more.

"How dare you hurt him..." Youyou's voice was close at hand, and her tone was terrifyingly calm.

One hand slowly wrapped around her celestial cap, and the cold voice that seemed to come from hell repeated again: "How dare you hurt him..."

Gu Immortal wanted to open her mouth to speak, but she felt extremely painful in her soul, as if there were countless tiny living creatures chewing and devouring her soul body, densely and quickly.

The feeling of her soul being devoured inch by inch can no longer be described in terms of pain alone. She just wanted to cut off her own head to end this torture.

But she could only kneel there with a stiff body until her soul was devoured, leaving only an empty shell of her body.

The sky is bright, the sun shines on the earth, flowers, plants, birds and insects are all starting to do survival activities for the new day, and there is vitality everywhere.

The defending city that was supposed to be under martial law by the army has become a dead city.

Overnight, for some reason, all living things were cut off.

The enemy army broke through the closed city gate, but no one came out to stop them. They stormed into the city in a mighty manner, and the corpses of soldiers and soldiers lying down were all in sight. The city became a grave for them.

Ke Dale was riding on horseback, looking at the dead city where tens of thousands of corpses were piled up, silent.

In his mind, he kept thinking about Yanshi's back when the sky was getting dark, and the white clothes were in a trance, like the mourning clothes for the funeral in the Central Plains, gradually drifting away, and finally did not return.

The morning wind blew, and someone who seemed to be crying but not smiling: "Could the master blame the disciples for killing too much..."

(End of this chapter)