Chapter 289

The woman seems to be very satisfied with this group of young people's suspicious expression, with a faint smile in her mouth, "are you happy to see your good brother?"

Who dares to answer? After being surprised, the crowd fell into silence. The conscious people's brain was flying fast, which had already connected the causes and consequences. However, there was still the most crucial question: how could this young man kill a female sacrifice? They know that woman's terrible skill!

"Tell me, what do you think of escaping?" When the woman stepped forward slowly, she suddenly put out a foot and stepped on the young man's head. Yan Yi watched the bloody body tremble faintly. He was still alive! He's still alive!

The young man's mouth seemed to open for a moment and murmured something, but it was soon buried in the mouth. The woman lowered her head slightly, grabbed the young man's hair mercilessly and dragged the whole person up, "what do you say? Well? "

Yan Yi was in a trance. It seemed that he thought of something in a flash of lightning. It was just a short moment. He had no time to react. He saw the youth suddenly burst up and waved his knife in the past!

For a moment, all of them held their breath, and their eyes were staring at the suddenly lit knife light, as if it was a flame that ignited the dark eyes of the people. Although the flame had not yet burned, it disappeared --

the blade of the knife rubbed the woman's neck, bringing out an inch long bloodstain, but that was all However, the woman's hand is as fast as lightning. Even if she didn't expect the sudden attack, it did not hinder her deep foundation as a sacrifice. She grabbed the young man's wrist and broke it hard. Everyone heard the sound of the dagger landing and bone breaking. She threw the boy out and threw it on the stone wall like a worn-out doll Twist and fall.

He wasn't dead, and before he died, he let out a deep laugh from his throat, and finally gnashed his teeth and said in a voice that everyone could hear, "I don't regret it."

A man in black probably couldn't look down. He shot a crossbow and ended his life completely. In fact, there was no need to do so, because that sentence was just the last reflection. After the youth finished, he had stopped talking.

The female priest wiped the blood on her hand. The wound was not serious, and it did not hurt the muscles and bones at all. For those who licked blood with the tip of a knife, it was nothing but skin, but her face was still pale and ugly. She was successfully attacked by a dying child. The insult she received was far greater than the pain, and the humiliation could have been avoided.

"Take these people down." The woman's face is still that pair of unpredictable expression, in the side of the people balk once again, the eyes finally locked in Yan Yi's body.

She still had the answer.

The scene of life and death on that day was not the most tragic scene in Yan Yi's memory, but he remembered it for many years without any reason, perhaps because of the young man's last Jedi counterattack, or the sentence "I don't regret it.".

The young man's eyes are like a grand flame, burning him in countless nights, making him toss and turn, making him painful and sober.

Therefore, when Yan Yi knelt down in front of the female offering, he was particularly calm. When the female offering didn't come up, she gave him a strong hand, and even quietly praised, "yes, you have some skills to play a group of people around."

Yan Yi knelt on the ground and didn't move. He didn't admit it or deny it. Finally, he said, "please offer it to your majesty."

The woman smiles. "Why should I punish you? I'm praising you. " She slowly drank out of her glass of wine, "however, the next life you want, it's up to you."

Yan Yi raised his eyes.

The woman did not know where to get a small pendant, playing in the palm, "what is your relationship with the imperial concubine of the previous dynasty?"

At that glance, Yan Yi suddenly glared at the things the woman was playing with. Then he began to look for his waist in panic. As expected, there was nothing left.

"Give it back to me!" The string of reason broke in an instant. He wanted to rush up and grab his own things. However, he was soon dragged down by two men. He was like a small animal that was infuriated. He was still fighting up, even if it was impossible. Those people in black had no such good patience and threw him on the ground without any courtesy.

Yan Yi sniffed the smell of the dust and sobbed.

The woman put the pendant on the table, "you should be glad to have such a pendant, otherwise, you will not have the life to entangle with me here now."

Yan Yi's identity and the Jin Dynasty orphan are inextricably linked, which is beyond the imagination of a woman. Perhaps the boy kneeling on the ground has never thought of it, and his fate is changed by this small fan pendant.

He was taken alone, loaded into a carriage, and, like that, blindfolded, sent to an unknown place in the dark.

The road was bumpy. Yan Yi didn't feel very scared. Instead, he was more aware than usual. All he calculated in his mind were the plans in the next step. How could he live with those people in vain, how to see the red again, and how to ensure the safety of the two people.He was sent to a completely strange place, where there was gurgling water and faint fragrance of flowers. Even if he could not see anything in front of him, he could still judge that he would not come to the wilderness.

The pace of the man in black seems to have slowed down a lot. Yan Yi had to spend a lot of effort to follow him, but now he is a little more relaxed, but his heart is still tight. The higher the identity of the person he meets, does it mean that it is more difficult to muddle through?

Keenly aware of the young man's trembling body, the man in black showed a sneering smile, "boy, be careful. You'll talk nonsense in front of the high priest, but you'll lose your head!"

Yan Yi thought that he had predicted the worst result, which was nothing more than being tortured again. As long as he could survive, everything could be said. But what he didn't expect was that the people he saw and the words he heard could rediscover the deepest secret in his heart.

He almost escaped.

He ran in the dark, almost disoriented. In the end, he knelt down exhausted in the empty hall. Candlelight like the sea, white jade carved moon god standing on the sea of light overlooking him, not sad or happy.

Do you want revenge?

- because of their own reasons to bury the only family member... This kind of mistake, even if it is oneself also can't forgive?

The moon god looked down on her, a trace of cold light flowed in the gem inlaid eyes.

He left the temple in despair and stepped down the white jade platform one by one. The holy lake under the moon is dry. The bones at the bottom of the lake have been cremated 30 years ago. The moon shines on the empty bottom of the lake, sending out a faint cold light. Tonight is not a full moon. The moon is dim and dim.

The bottom of the lake was covered with jagged rocks and nothing was there. The moon went straight past and suddenly knelt down in a place where there were no rocks, only a piece of fine white sand, reflecting a little light under the moon. That piece of white sand came strange, a square meter, as if a full moon fell into the bottom of the lake.

Yan Yi slowly and slowly knelt down, and suddenly felt boundless fatigue.

Night like water, the tears drop down, quietly inhaled into the sand - in that moment, I don't know if it is an illusion, that a calm and empty white sand, suddenly rose a slight wave! Just like the water lines passing by, weak and cold, as if a pale face suddenly in the ground slightly frown.

There is a bright white stone under the holy lake. It is as delicate and white as jade. It is located in the center of the whole lake. On the flat white stone, there are two characters in seal, and a seal is written with cinnabar, which is as eye-catching as blood.

"The one who restored the country, the Yan family."