Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

As if the weight of blood could not be held up, the whisk that had been shaken straight, and even hard enough to pierce a person's chest, was softened little by little at this moment, and a few silver wires fell, and the blood immediately flowed down After that, drop by drop fell on the ground.

Several bright red flowers bloomed in the snow.

Pei Yuanxiu was dumb, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the back of the person in front of him. I didn't know how long it had been, he said softly, "You--"

And the man, as if without feeling, just opened his hands, raised his chest, and stood in front of him. Until this time, when he heard his voice, he slowly turned his head and looked at him.

Nangong Jinhong!

At that moment, he shouted Pei Yuanxiu's name and blocked him.

Also blocked this almost fatal blow!

Whispering dust in his hands, like a steel sword, pierced his chest, and even pierced his back, but stopped in front of Pei Yuanxiu's chest.

If Nangong Jinhong didn't stop him just now, he would--

At this moment, it was too late for people to think about it, and there was no room to think about it anymore. Pei Yuanxiu's eyes were suddenly red with blood spurting from Nangong Jinhong's chest, and he immediately stepped forward and hugged him: "Father ! "

With this sound, Nangong Jinhong shivered, and the mountain-like body standing in front of him finally fell down.

As soon as he fell, his unwilling hands were released.

The dust was left on his chest in this way, and more blood poured out, but in a short time, the entire dust was already red.

But it's not just the silver that is dyed red.

Fushen's hands were also bright red. After I dropped my hands, I could see clearly that the hands without words were all blood.

he--

I breathed tight, looked up, and saw that he had hit several crossbows, two of which shot through his chest and one through his thigh.

The blood continued to flow down, and after a while, a large swath of red stained his feet.

Xie Yan stood aside and was completely stunned to see this scene. He didn't even have time to call people around to protect Pei Yuanxiu immediately, and it was too late for people to come over and take down this person, because Pei Yuanxiu was holding Nangong Jinhong and fell down On the ground, and I rushed forward, holding on to a body that was unwilling to crumble, but couldn't support him like Yushan fell, and the whole person fell down.

I hugged him, kneeling in the snow: "No words! No words!"

He looked up at me, whispered in his throat, and then said, "Limitless Heaven ..."

"..."

"Old way today, I can't get over this."

After that, a spurt of blood spurted out, which stained a large white snow on the ground.

On the other side, the blood was also slowly spreading on the snow. It was the blood flowing from Nangong Jinhong. After a while, the person holding Pei Yuanxiu had been dyed red, and it continued to spread outwards. In the meantime, the snow beneath him had become a pool of blood.

For the first time, Pei Yuanxiu's face appeared dazed and confused, and his face was pale, as if he couldn't believe his eyes and looked at him stupidly.

For a long while, he raised his hands behind him, his hands full of blood.

When looking at Nangong Jinhong's chest again, he felt as if he suddenly came to his senses and shuddered, "Father!"

Nangong Jinhong probably had a terrible pain. The whole man was convulsing, his teeth were rattling. After a period of severe pain, the whole person loosened, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but he But he smiled at Pei Yuanxiu and said, "Finally, I heard you cry-'Father'."

Pei Yuanxiu trembled slightly.

Nangong Jinhong pretended to laugh lightly: "I know, you have resentment and hate in your heart."

"..."

"In those days, I exchanged you, my mother and you, not without regrets, but at that time, people couldn't help it. You don't, don't blame us."

"..."

"Yuan Xiu, all these years, I'm sorry."

Pei Yuanxiu looked down at him, gritted his teeth and didn't speak, but in those red eyes that were earning red, there was a clear stream of light flickering continuously.

Nangong Jinhong frowned and closed his eyes as if condensing strength. After a while, he opened his eyes and reached out to grasp Pei Yuanxiu's **** hand, held it firmly, and then whispered, " I ’m dead, okay, you wo n’t be afraid to bring it up again in your life. I can see your mother and tell him that I died for you, and she will never blame me again. "

"..."

"Only one, Yuan Xiu ..."

Speaking of which, his breath became more turbulent and weaker, and after struggling for a while, he slowly spit out two words: "Lizhu ..."

Pei Yuanxiu frowned.

Nangong Jinhong's face grew paler and weaker: "She, too, is a poor child, and she has suffered so much over the years."

"..."

"I know that you have no feelings for her, but in the end, she has suffered the same fate as you. No matter if you treat her as a wife, or a sister, Yuan Xiu, no matter what happens, I only hope you ... Save her. "

This time, Pei Yuanxiu didn't speak, but nodded.

There was a smile on Nangong Jinhong's face.

He seemed to let go of his thoughts, gasping slightly for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, his voice was a little deeper: "Yuan Xiu, this step has been reached, you can't retreat!"

He said, looking up at me, and clenching his hand even harder: "I cannot retreat!"

Pei Yuanxiu shuddered, "Father!"

Nangong Jinhong gritted his teeth, as if those words had already touched the injuries inside him, blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, and his words were also ruthlessly, biting his teeth and saying: "Kill everyone, kill everyone who knows, you are the carrier of heaven, you are the emperor!"

"..."

"Yuan Xiu, non-refundable, non-refundable!"

"..."

"Irrefundable ..."

"..."

"Not ... back ..."

His voice was getting quieter and his breath was getting weaker and weaker, as if the light in his eyes went out little by little, Pei Yuanxiu looked at the hand that held his hand tightly, making his whitish fingers slow. Slowly release, and then fall.

He reached out his hand sharply, grabbed the hand, and held it firmly.

But the man in his arms had closed his eyes.

No interest, no warmth.

This person, who has gone through his ups and downs here, how many regrets, how many regrets, and how many unseen wishes, who knows?