Luo Feiyu took a step forward and raised his sword. The blood on the sword slowly condensed into the shape of a bloody plum blossom, with a trace of sadness that would never return.

"Since you gave me such a beautiful sword, then I will give you the sword you just made without fail." Luo Feiyu's tone was full of coolness, but there was also a hint of domineering in it.

"What!?" Yan Jingchen had already guessed it, but his heartbeat still missed half a beat.

Because he was so familiar with this, he couldn't believe it no matter what.

"The sword I am going to use is called Zhemeijijun."

As soon as Luo Feiyu came out with his sword, several plum blossoms condensed by water instantly collapsed and turned into rain again. The fragrance of plum blossoms also disappeared in a flash, and a little bit of sad light rose up, but soon disappeared, and there was no trace at all.

Shaoyan Jingchen turned it into sword energy.

Yan Jingchen watched the thousands of water-condensed plum blossoms he had summoned fall at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was shocked: "How could it be?"

"As the King of Muhuai, can't you even understand your own 'Three Swords of Muhuai'?" Luo Feiyu said with a smile: "The name of the second sword of Muhuai contains 'Zhemei', you

What can these hundreds of plum blossoms do in front of my plum-breaking sword?"

"Of course they are all going to be destroyed by me!"

Suddenly, Luo Feiyu waved his sword, and the blood plum blossoms bloomed in the air, sent into the sword tide that controlled the thousands of water plum blossoms, and the flowers fell like rain in an instant!

The rain was still falling, but it had returned to a normal drizzle.

Luo Feiyu looked at the Muhuai Sword that was soaked by the rain, "The Muhuai Sword is a sword of elegance and a sword of integrity. I can't bear to destroy it, nor can I bear to see it destroyed in your hands."

Yan Jingchen lost all his inner strength and fell to the ground, angrily touching a sword mark on his face, "Then I will still be the only one in the world who can pull out the Muhuai Sword! What do you want?"

"I can kill you without blinking an eye!" Luo Feiyu looked at the sword mark on Yan Jingchen's face slyly, and sneered: "In other words, if I don't kill you, I just need to strike a few more sword marks on your little face.

Already."

Yan Jingchen became even more angry, "You...!"

However, Luo Feiyu did not listen to what Yan Jingchen had to say. He only felt a black shadow passing by, and the air was filled with the fragrance of medicine. When he reacted, Yan Jingchen and Mu Huaijian had disappeared.

"What just passed!?" Luo Feiyu was shocked and looked around, but he was clearly the only one in this rainy night.

Gongsun Shiliu, who was holding an umbrella and hiding in a deep alley, also noticed the figure, and couldn't help but loosen her grip on the umbrella handle. She could feel that the black figure did not seem to be hostile to Yan Jingchen.

He came to save Yan Jingchen.

But while Gongsun Shilian was happy, he also became suspicious, "But this figure looks familiar..."

The sky is getting brighter, but the rain has not stopped.

Gongsun Shiliu held an umbrella early and stood in front of the inn door to watch the rain.

Luo Feiyu came out with a bowl of soy milk, glanced at Gongsun Shiliu thoughtfully, then blew the hot air on the soy milk, and was about to drink it, when suddenly a young man rode by and splashed

A few drops of water splashed into the soy milk. Luo Feiyu suddenly threw the soy milk and cursed at the retreating figure: "You are sick!"

Gongsun Shilian glanced at Luo Feiyu strangely, and asked doubtfully: "If you can't just drink in the inn, why would you come out to drink?"

"Sir, this bowl..." The waiter at the inn looked at the pieces on the ground with a heartbroken expression.

Luo Feiyu yawned and was about to pay, "How much is it?"

When the waiter at the inn saw clearly that this person was Luo Feiyu, his face suddenly turned pale. He still vividly remembered the murderous look in his eyes last night, "...Sir, I mean, is this bowl strong?"

Just as Luo Feiyu was about to answer, he saw a copper plate accurately thrown into the palm of the waiter's hand. The waiter took the copper plate, not wanting to stay here any longer, and ran away in a hurry.

Gongsun Shiliu took back the money bag, looked at Luo Feiyu and yawned uncontrollably, and asked with a smile: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Luo Feiyu hurriedly suppressed his next yawn, "How could it be possible? I just haven't woken up from the alcohol..." He suddenly signaled that he had spilled the beans and quickly closed his mouth. Gongsun Shiliu looked at it suspiciously.

Luo Feiyu glanced at her, smiled sweetly, and blew a sweet whistle. The little pony called Dazed happily ran to her from the stable.

"Let's go, let's go see King Mu Huai." Gongsun Shiliu raised his hand to catch a few drops of rainwater, held an umbrella and walked into the rain.

Crow Yi Lane.

"Wake up." Tang Yuxuan said coldly.

Yan Jingchen covered his head and sat up. After his vision became slightly clearer, he subconsciously exclaimed. However, his sleepiness faded away in an instant, and then he felt all the blood in his body rushing to his head.

He saw a row of hanging bodies.

These corpses had interacted with him during his lifetime. They were the scholars who were going to Luoyang, the imperial capital, to obtain academic honors for Jinling City. Not long ago, they had ambitions and chanted "The spring breeze is proud of the horse's hoof disease". At this moment, their bodies are densely covered with silver.

The needles all over his body were black, and his facial features were distorted, as if he was dying of pain.

Tang Yuxuan snorted coldly, "A few dead people who have tried bad poison can actually scare you like this? How did you become the Prince of Muhuai?"

Yan Jingchen tried his best to suppress his restless heartbeat and changed the subject: "People are already dead, so why talk about evil?"

Tang Yuxuan snorted disdainfully, "Do you think that a poison that can kill people is a good poison? Who doesn't know how to make poison that kills people?"

Yan Jingchen closed his eyes and stopped looking at the corpses, "Then what kind of poison do you want to make?"

Tang Yuxuan carefully crushed the herbs and poison powder in her hands, "It can make people feel no pain, but they can feel the poison that is worse than death."

Yan Jingchen wondered: "If you can't feel the pain, how can you live a life worse than death?"

Tang Yuxuan laughed sinisterly, a cold light suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Wrapped in despair and unknown fear, and disintegrating their heartbeats bit by bit, wouldn't it be the same as living worse than death?"

Yan Jingchen suddenly opened his eyes again. Although his eyes were filled with fear, his heart was extremely happy.

The reason why the name Tang Yuxuan is spread in the world is because she was given a heaven-level death order. But before that, before she severed her ties with the Tang Men, she was still the granddaughter of Tang Muyan, the leader of the Tang Men.

He was a primary school doctor, but he had a great interest in poisons. When he was five years old, he made a name for himself in poison making, far better than most of his peers, and he was even known as the Tang Sect's number one genius for making poisons in a hundred years.

Yan Jingchen caressed Mu Huai gently and smiled softly: "She is indeed a talented poison-making woman from the Tang Sect for hundreds of years. Even the poisons she makes are so interesting."

Tang Yuxuan did not answer his words, and was concentrating on tinkering with the herbs. After a long time, she softly said to herself: "I want her to see this day, but she doesn't want to see innocent people suffer."

Such suffering..."

…

The soldier guarding the gate replied respectfully: "Master Gongsun, King Mu Huai is not in the mansion."

Gongsun Shilian nodded slightly and turned back under an awning.

Luo Feiyu was holding Nannu down to take shelter from the rain. When he saw Gongsun Shiliu coming over, he asked, "Is it going to be fine so soon?"

"King Mu Huai hasn't come back yet." Gongsun Shiliu put away his umbrella.

"Oh..." Luo Feiyu nodded pretendingly and took out the grass roots in his mouth, "Maybe you are staying in Xueyue Tower?"

Gongsun Shiliu shook his head, sighed, and looked towards the street. He happened to see a slender and charming woman running past with an umbrella. She was holding a letter in her hand and was rushing towards Yanfu. Gongsun Shiliu

He recognized the dress on the woman at a glance - it was Xue Yue Lou's dance dress.

Afterwards, the woman solemnly handed the letter to the Yanfu soldiers. Gongsun Shiliu saw all this and said something unclear: "You don't care about your heart when you ask for directions. It happened to be when your old friend died.

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PS: May the deceased rest in peace, may the living work hard, may the motherland prosper, and remember the martyrs and epidemic warriors.
Chapter completed!