After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Zhao Zimo sighed in his throat, the **** smell in his nose was so strong that he could not see it alone.

Everything around him was so abnormal that his heart fell straight down.

how is she? How is she?

He couldn't wait to yell, but his throat seemed to be dominated by those thick **** cardholders, and he couldn't even open his mouth.

Just tightened the body and strode forward.

A few steps round the promenade in the yard, he went towards where she lived in the backyard.

Once in the backyard, all eyes were blood.

The ground was almost covered with human corpses.

There are those guarded by the royal family, as well as the women's army around her.

These people fell to the ground one by one without any sound.

The yard was even more messy, obviously after fierce fighting.

The ground was almost covered with blood, and the blood was dazzling red under the sun.

His eyes hurt when he stabbed.

But with his eyes wide open, he looked at all of them in the yard.

Without her.

Without her!

But he didn't even rejoice. Instead, his heart hung in the air, and he panicked even more.

Walking through the small yard to the front steps of the house, the soles of the feet were stained with mud and blood, step by step.

A door had been knocked to the ground, and beside it was a broken table.

The sun was shining outside the courtyard, but the room was dark. Zhao Zimo stood on the steps outside the threshold and couldn't see everything in the room, only to see the muddy and **** footprints beside his feet step into the room.

Want to come, it is brother Huang also entered the room.

Zhao Zimo felt that his ears were broken and he still couldn't hear any sound around him.

Why is there no sound?

Why is there no sound?

What about her? Where did she go?

Isn't she in good shape, is she in the room?

Zhao Zimo wanted to raise his foot to enter the door, but his raised leg was shaking, and a kick came under his foot, and he fell straight into the room.

The hands that touched the ground were wet and greasy.

It turned out that the ground in this room was also full of blood.

Zhao Zimo's face was pale and pale.

He was not afraid of blood, but he was afraid it was her blood.

If she's okay, if she's okay ...

He felt ashamed to go see her when he gave himself up.

Even if he was shaking so much, he was afraid to continue to see the truth.

But when he got up, his footsteps still flew towards the inner room.

She must be fine.

She must be fine.

A few steps to the inner room, the layers of tent curtains in the inner room are all in a dangling state, and it seems that the room is getting darker.

At the foot of Zhao Zimo's foot, he realized that there was also the body of the Royal Guard on the ground.

He couldn't shake, he just wanted to see her in a panic, but the curtain was heavy, and another curtain was raised in front of him.

When he finally opened the last curtain, his eyes lightened a little, and then he saw her lying on the ground and the emperor who was holding a sword towards her belly.

"Brother, brother ... what are you doing?" Zhao Zimo was shocked and didn't pay attention to the corpse under his feet. He was tripped on the ground again, and just crawling forward, he had to grab the sword in the hand of Emperor Jingjing. .

His hand was caught by a slender blood-stained hand the next moment.

He turned his head and met Yan Ge's eyes.

The corners of her mouth were all blood.

She, she is wearing a red wedding dress.

But the blood on the body had dyed the red wedding dress into black purple.

To his eyes, her lips were raised and she was smiling.

"Your Majesty." Her faint, almost inaudible voice also came to her ears at this time: "Hurry up."