Yin Xian's body lost its body temperature at this moment. It was like it was cut from paper, lying on the ground lightly, pillowing with golden sycamore leaves all over the ground, as if it had no thickness.

Like the kind of TV series, one of the heroes and heroines died in the arms of the other for five minutes, and the plot of saying a lot of numb lines is basically artistic processing and does not exist. If you really die of poisoning, once the poison invades your heart and lungs, it means that it has swam around your body and Bian Que can't save him again. Just like Yin Xian now... Before he finished his last sentence, his heart stopped pumping, and the last bit of light in his eyes gradually darkened, turning into a lifeless stone.

Thousands of years later, Yin Zhao never watched those nonsense costume dramas, and a large part of the root cause was buried today... When he saw that scene - even though he knew it was fake, he could not help but think of this moment, and then the pain on his right arm would surge up like a Qianjiang tide, and it could not be stopped at all.

Time overlaps at this moment, and at that moment...just at this moment.

...

"..." Yin Zhao slowly raised his head, and the black bangs covered his eyes, so that no one saw the murderous aura that spread out from deep in his eyes. Things happened too quickly. He actually didn't have time to shed many tears. He just felt that somewhere in his heart had been dug up, empty. Now looking at the whole world, it seemed to be full of hatred that penetrated into his bones, soaked in blood.

Wu Zhu happened to stand in front of Yin Zhao, looking at his expression, he looked at him at a loss. On the day of the new king's wedding, the bride suddenly vomited blood and died suddenly. If this was spread... No one present would have survived. In order to save his head and the hat on his head, Wu Zhu, who has always pretended to be fooling people, began to turn around in panic and discuss with his confidants behind him.

He didn't notice Yin Zhao's eyes.

That gaze...is like lava flowing out of hell, with the burning smell of reason about to collapse, staring at him tightly, staring at the red wooden bowl in his hand.

———

Before Yin Xian died, he drank this bowl of apricot blossom wine...

"..." Yin Zhao tilted his head and thought for a while, put Yin Xian's body on the ground, and slowly stood up. He could only hear "brush" and "brush", and a cold light flashed from his cuffs on both sides, and two long and short swords suddenly poked out. He walked forward slowly, patted Wu Zhu's shoulder, and made him turn around.

"Did you see this sword? This is my only weapon left. It will stay in the sky now..." Halfway through speaking, Yin Zhao, with a gloomy face, exerted his left hand and threw the short sword into the sky. "When it falls to the ground... all of you will die."

The short sword rolled around in the air for several times. Soon, it fell in a straight line, falling like lightning, and was inserted into the back of the Wu Zhu's neck. With a "puff", it pierced his entire throat from behind, and the sword thrust out from the Adam's apple! In an instant, blood stormed wildly, and the dark black robe dyed Wu Zhu's robe red. His eyes glared out like cracked dates. When he opened his mouth, he only spit out a large piece of blood foam mixed with some unspeakable language.

"No, no...not...we..."

"..." Yin Zhao was in an extremely unstable state and naturally couldn't listen to Wu Zhu's last words. He turned around neatly, and the wind blew under his feet, and walked around behind him. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand, held the hilt of the sword, and then pulled out the sword inserted on the back of his neck. As the action was completed, Wu Zhu's whole body seemed to have been hit, twisted heavily, and a fountain of blood shot out from his throat, and fell to the ground with a "thump". His blood soon

It was blooming on the ground, but the person was not dead yet and was still twitching instinctively. Don't mention the sense of horror...

The red bowl fell down and rolled to Yin Zhao's feet.

He glanced down, raised his foot, and stomped it.

"ah----!!!!"

Seeing that the important officials of the court were killed, the accompanying ritual rituals were naturally scared and screamed heart-wrenchingly. You should know that at the end of that year, people like the country, witches, sacrificial rites, and ceremonies were highly respected, because they were often regarded as the maintainers of the country's destiny. Even the debauchery of King Zhou of Shang gave enough respect and courtesy to such people, let alone the contemporary Zhou royal family.

Yin Zhao killed Wu Zhu in the street, which was almost like someone traveling to the 14th century and cutting off a archbishop in the red at that time. It was simply unbelievable. The people who were accompanying him were just children of seventeen or eighteen years old. How could they have seen such a bloody scene? Naturally, they were panicked and screamed, and some of their legs were scared and they knelt down on the spot... Some of them could move, and they threw down their arms in their hands and ran away.

But... Since Yin Zhao said he wanted to kill them, he would naturally not let anyone go.

He first leaned down and pulled out a shiny dagger from the waist of the not-dead Wu Zhu - which he used to shed sheep blood during Zhu Dian. He turned a few moments and then aimed slightly. Yin Zhao's wrist moved slightly, and the dagger flew out in a daze, stabbing an emcee who wanted to escape. He also stabbed in the back of his neck and pierced out from the Adam's apple. When the white blade stabbed out, it also brought out a misty blood mist. The emcee immediately glared at him and threw himself forward to the ground. Finally, he slapped for a few seconds and stopped moving.

Almost at the same time, he was already using his own heart and used his right hand to pick up the long sword in the jagged sword, and cut off the three archers. The way to chop people was simple. Anyway, the other party had no strength to resist at all, it was like killing a sheep... Put the sword blade on their necks, wiped it to the right, cut the artery, and blood would naturally spurt out, and there was no worries about their death. These archers were young men and women selected from Pei Kingdom. They should have been in their youth, but they died so unknown at Yin Zhao's hands. It was a bad fate he had created...

He raised his left hand and threw the dagger like a flying knife, which stabbed it in the heart of a ceremonial. After all, this was the jagged sword he used to, and it must be much smoother than the dagger just now. He directly pierced his heart. Once the heart ruptured, the gods could not save it... He died there on the spot. When he fell down, his right hand stretched forward a few inches in despair, and just hit the door of the courtyard.

After that... he froze there and never moved again.

The six people who just brought Yin Xian with apricot blossom wine were all poisoned by Yin Zhao. The process was actually very short, only a dozen seconds, and it was terrible... Yin Zhao used such a short time to operate two different weapons at the same time, killing six people, fully demonstrating his strong strength. But he did not stop, but walked to the yard casually, pulled out the short sword inserted into the emcee's chest, turned around, and shot back and forth on the group of guards.

The gloomy gaze was filled with the word "death".

"Big... bold Yin Zhao!" A soldier with blue feathers on his helmet crossed the cross gun in his hand, trying to show his majesty as much as possible, but facing Yin Zhao who had already killed him, he seemed to be a little nervous. "The Wu Zhu Festival is the foundation of the founding of the country. You kill the Wu Zhu of my Pei country, and you clearly want to survive and destroy the Pei country. The crime is extremely evil, and you should be killed according to the law!"

"..." Yin Zhao was like an alien, squinting his head bit by bit, as if he couldn't understand human words, and just glanced up and down at the person who had just spoken, as if he had heard it for the first time.

It feels like someone is talking.

After a long time, he spoke, but his voice became completely different from before.

"This bowl of wine is poisonous...you know from the beginning, right?"

"What are you talking nonsense? It is a tradition of my Peiguo when a woman wants to drink apricot blossom wine when she gets married. It has been passed down for five generations. I have never heard of any family who died of drinking..."

Hearing this, Yin Zhao's mouth suddenly opened, almost grinning at the ear, thus outlining an extremely terrifying smile comparable to a clown, "In other words... isn't poisonous? Is this bowl of wine clean?"

"This..." The soldier looked at his face that seemed to be trying to choose someone, and was naturally very panicked. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to stick to his previous answer and said, "Of course it is non-toxic. Today is the day of the new king's joy, so how could there be a person with no eyes poisoning her?"

"New King..." Yin Zhao was suddenly stunned. He recalled the things that happened on Zhongnan Mountain. When he thought of Yin Zihan and Gongsun Ji chatting and laughing on the tower, he suddenly understood something. His whole body trembled and he burst out laughing. "Ha, ah, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

He smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth, laughing while using the long and short jagged swords to beat himself, as if he was crazy. The laughter was like an evil ghost in hell, and the soldiers around him chilled on their backs, clenched the weapons in their hands, and looked at each other, not knowing what the murderer wanted to do. His laugh was so hard that he laughed with all his strength. In the end, he could only hear a "clang" sound, and the short sword was thrown away by himself, as if he was about to die.

Yin Zhao raised his empty left hand and wiped it on his face. He also applied the blood on his hands to his face and spread it, staining it on both sides of his lips, like a hideous lip gloss.

At this time, Yin Zhao... looked like a clown!

"I understand..." After saying that, he changed his face like a wild dog, swung his right hand and threw the long sword into the soldiers!

———

It was noon, and the weak sun hid in the clouds again, hiding its figure, as if it was unwilling to see the blood-stained tragedy scene underground.

Yin Zhao stood alone among a pile of corpses, holding swords in both hands, his face was as if he was thinking about something. The corner of his clothes was covered with other people's blood, but there were still only two blood on his cheeks, distributed on both sides of his lips. It solidified at this time, and it looked like a knife cut, which was particularly scary.

After thinking silently for a while, Yin Zhao looked at the only living mouth he had just left, and couldn't help but show a creepy smile - the smile was 100% sincere, but because it was too sincere, it seemed even more terrifying on this occasion. He walked over slowly, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Gongsun Lan's trembling body with his bloody palms.

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was completely different from Yin Zhao's previous voice, as if he had swallowed the burning charcoal, with a burning sensation like a subwoofer.

"Gongsun Lan, my future wife..." He looked at her with an eye like a work of art and said softly, "Can I call you Lan'er now?"

"..." Gongsun Lan's eyes were filled with strange fear. Her body tried her best to avoid Yin Zhao's touch, but she did not dare to do too much, for fear that the madman would change his temperament in the next second and tear her apart with bare hands.

As it turned out, her worries were unnecessary. Yin Zhao just slowly helped her up from the ground, took her hand, and slowly walked out of the yard.
Chapter completed!