Chapter 1789

Su Kui knew that. It was so.

With Meng Zhian's skill, ordinary people can't help him at all. Then, there is only one possibility. There is no premeditation to assassinate him.

At present, Su Kui decided to take a look in person.

Meng Zhian is not a man, and the content of the world story is only a few, that is, Chi Zhan's former fiance. Therefore, he does not have the so-called male and female Lord's aura. When he is in danger, he will really die.

Seventeen know Su Kui to go out of the palace, scared heart will burst.

Out of the palace?!

If sunflower has any problems, how can they afford to cultivate its master?

However, in the good and bad of 17, Su Kui is determined to go out of the palace, no one can control.

-It's another late night.

The general's house is shrouded in a haze. Even the lights seem to be covered with dust.

There was a man lying on the bed, breathing weakly, with blood pouring out from his chest near his heart. The bandages, dyed red and white, look startling.

"Squeak --"

when the door opened, the eyes of the people in the bed moved under their closed eyelids, as if they were trying their best to open their eyes, but in the end, they could not achieve it.

From the door slowly into a figure in a black cloak, hooded head, all wrapped in black, so that people can not see the appearance. But vaguely can be distinguished from the thin figure, come, is a woman.

In fact, she could not control any of her decisions.

Now, seventeen seems to understand something, and it seems not to understand.

"Master, your maidservant is waiting for you outside." Said seventeen softly.

Under the hood, Su Kui nodded slightly, and the door closed behind her.

So, in the room, only Meng Zhian, who was seriously injured in bed, and Su Kui, who was standing at the door, were left.

Taking off her hood, she slowly scanned the room for a week. The bedroom was simple and the most common decoration, which could not be seen as a place where the general lived. And the only one who can see her identity is the long knife, sword and dagger with different shapes hanging on the wall.

After reading these, it only takes a few rest.

Take your eyes back, and finally you'll see the man in bed.

In fact, Meng Zhian's brain has been half asleep and half awake, sometimes awake, sometimes chaotic. Most of the time, he still sleeps mostly, and the time of sleepiness increases gradually with the deterioration of his body.

Until now, there are few waking hours.

Even in the general's house, he was secretly preparing for the future. Even if not, what's the use?

No one would have thought that a man who went to the battlefield to kill enemies at the age of 16 would be so easily assassinated, and the final result would be so simple.

In the hearts of more people, even if Meng Zhian, the God of war, died in the battlefield.

Instead of being like a terminally ill old man, he lingered on the bed of the general's mansion, hung his last breath and refused to swallow it.

How unhappy he is, Su Kui can see.

Her eyes flashed, and she walked slowly.

In the dream, Meng Zhian seems to smell the light tea fragrance, which is the smell that haunts his mind when he dreams back in the middle of the night. He is very familiar with it.

Fingertips move. In a huge net, Meng Zhian struggles desperately to escape this nightmare. He opens his eyes to see her and carves her mold into his mind.