Chapter 536 Si Yu Fenghou 1
"Ah!" Yun Xiu was caught off guard by the feather arrow and pierced through his body, and knelt down straight down.
She raised her eyes in disbelief, revealing pain.
"Idiot." Song Zhao sneered lowly, "I don't even know where the hidden weapon is, so I deserve a man who covets me."
She said every word, loudly, "If you want to see the princess bow her head, you have to kneel down to see clearly."
boom.
A loud noise shook the entire tomb.
In the prison cell, the voices of women and children crying in terror kept coming and going.
After a while, the sound of heavy military boots came from far to near in the secret passage.
Song Zhao and Yun Xiu heard the footsteps of the person coming at the same time, and turned to look at the secret road at the same time.
The tomb was dark.
The candlelight was faint, obliquely reflecting at the entrance of the secret passage on the opposite side.
A tall and slender figure of a man walked out slowly from inside.
The Huaihe River was surging, and Si Yu searched tirelessly for a long time at the bottom of the river before being washed into this ancient tomb.
He was wearing a thin black inner robe, his whole body was stained with blood from water, grass, sand and stones, his black hair was wet behind his head, and was still dripping into the water, but he didn't look embarrassed at all, as if the night god had returned.
My lord!
Song Zhao made a hoarse voice.
As Si Yu got closer and closer, he held the Jiu Chi Mo Knife and scraped past the ground with a whistling sound. In this dark tomb, the sound was terrifying.
The secret passage of the ancient tomb can only be opened once every three days.
Today, after Song Zhao came in, a thick blockade fell in the middle of the secret road. In order to pass smoothly, Si Yu cut open the way ahead with his own strength.
"Master, master!" Holding his last breath, Yun Xiu tried his best to crawl towards him, as if he had grasped the last straw, and crawled to Si Yu's feet.
"help me!"
Si Yu tilted his head.
The brows and eyes that have been soaked in water are even more handsome and deep. He squinted his peach blossom eyes, and quietly fixed Song Zhao not far away, covered in blood and in a mess.
"You hurt Azhao?" Si Yu stroked the Mo Dao in his hand, the silver blade reflected light, which deeply hurt Yun Xiu's eyes.
When the man spoke, the arrogance of conquest and killing spread all over his body, with a very heavy momentum of Wia, and the cloud sleeves were so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
Her hair stood on end.
The desire to survive made her widen her eyes like a flash of light, and said loudly, "Master, this subordinate is doing this for your own good. Princess Zhaoyang has bad intentions for you. She wanted to assassinate you several times before... She is not Sincerely, only my subordinates support you wholeheartedly... ah."
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly let out a cry of pain.
Yunxiu lowered his head.
With no expression on his face, Si Yu stabbed the Mo Dao into her waist and abdomen, and blood gushed out, quickly staining her whole body in blood.
Thick blood dripped on the dirty and dark floor.
Yun Xiu's eyes widened.
I wanted to say something, but because of the pain, I could only pant violently.
Si Yu didn't let go of the handle, and the Mo Dao stuck to the flesh and blood, and kept pushing it in inch by inch, until Yun Xiu could no longer breathe, and died in peace.
She fell into a pool of blood, her entire face showing a look of horror.
As if asking why.
Why?
In fact, Si Yu didn't understand either.
Compared to knowing the truth that Song Zhao was going to assassinate him in the first place...
What he cared more about in his heart was that if something happened to Song Zhao, he couldn't imagine what crazy things he would do.
Si Yu threw away the bloody Mo Dao.
Step by step, he walked towards Song Zhao.
When he sank to the bottom of the river, there was a voice in his heart, like another lonely self, telling him non-stop.
No matter what, he must catch Song Zhao.
The Nanxun plot is over, and it is entering the next climax.