[Seven-Five] I Long Song

Everyone was wary of Zhao Wenxiu's sudden violent attack, but no one expected that the target of his attack would be the man who had been standing quietly by the side all this time——Hua Xu.

Maybe Hua Xu's attention has been focused on Princess Zhaoyang and he didn't notice it, or maybe he noticed it but didn't want to hide.When everyone reacted and wanted to stop him, a blue poisonous needle had already shot straight at his neck like a meteor flashing.

And Hua Xu, who had already fallen to the ground, was spitting out blood, and his lips quickly turned black and purple.

Gongsun Ce's eyes widened in an instant, and he subconsciously wanted to run up to treat others, but he was pulled back by Yang Chizhang unexpectedly, and he almost fell down.Looking at the past again, I found that Yang Chizhang had already plucked the strings in his hand and quickly wrestled with the sneering Zhao Wenxiu.

Gorgeous sound and light special effects flickered in the Golden Luan Hall, and green light and shadow slowly spread under Yang Chizhang's feet, covering Zhao Wenxiu just right.Zhao Wenxiu suddenly felt that his movements were sluggish, his internal energy was stagnant, and his expression could not help but become more solemn.

"I've heard that Mr. Yang's martial arts are quite weird, and I've never heard of them. I saw them today, and they really deserve their reputation!" Zhao Wenxiu stepped back quickly, and at the same time as he spoke, the folding fan at his waist was already in his hands, and several poisoned needles had been quenched. The moment the fan is opened, it shoots out, straight for Yang Chizhang's face!

After all, he is a master of playing drugs, even Yang Chizhang had to avoid the edge temporarily, a Qingxiao Feiyu went to the sky, and directly avoided this wave of hidden weapons.It's a pity that Qingxiao Feiyu couldn't control the airborne time of this move, just six seconds was enough for Zhao Wenxiu to escape Jiang Zhuyuetian's encirclement.

Zhao Wenxiu closed his fan slightly, gestured for a truce, and said, "Don't be so excited, I'm just cleaning up the trash." Then his tone suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Hua Xu, who was half-dead, with a smile: "The person who betrayed me It never ended well."

"Shut up! You actually...! Zhao Wenxiu, do you know that he is yours—" Princess Zhaoyang's phoenix eyes widened, she couldn't believe the scene in front of her.Since ancient times, the father is the guide for the son, and filial piety is the most reasonable thing in the world, but Zhao Wenxiu actually killed his biological father. Isn't this disobeying human relations and corrupting norms!

Princess Zhaoyang couldn't tell what she was feeling in her heart, but she knew clearly that even if she hated Hua Xu no matter how much she wanted to cut him into pieces, Zhao Wenxiu would not be able to use the knife.Anyone in the world can kill Hua Xu, except Zhao Wenxiu!

Zhao Wenxiu smiled calmly, "I know, mother. But isn't this scene exactly what you expected?"

"Looking at your reaction, you must have remembered everything."

Princess Zhaoyang was startled. She looked at Zhao Wenxiu with disbelief in her eyes. Her body was stiff and her voice was hoarse. No matter how beautiful the costumes or jewelry were, they couldn't hide her embarrassment and fragility: "Have you Did you know?" Although this was a question, Princess Zhaoyang sat down on the chair without waiting for Zhao Wenxiu's answer, and said with a smile and a cry: "Yes, you must have known it a long time ago."

The scars of the past were ruthlessly uncovered by her own son, and she was exposed naked in the sun. What could embarrass and humiliate a mother more than this incident.

The brilliance in the eyes slowly dissipated, as if the candlelight flickering in the wind was being extinguished bit by bit.

Zhao Zhen, who was the closest, was taken aback. He quickly supported his sister Huang's arm, shook her lightly, and said, "Sister Huang, are you okay?!" When Princess Zhaoyang was robbed by accident, , Zhao Zhen is still very young, he only remembers that Sister Huang was rescued from a coma, and the person concerned has no memory of what happened, and he doesn't know even more.

Zhao Wenxiu's voice slowed down a lot: "Mother, I cleaned up everyone, and Hua Xu was the last one. The reason why I put him in the last place is not only that it is easy to use, but also so that you can see it with your own eyes. It's just a scene."

Eye sockets slowly filled with tears, Princess Zhaoyang choked up and said, "But you should know that this hand cannot be moved by you."

Zhao Wenxiu suddenly became the pure and clean boy back then, his eyes were full of admiration for his mother, and the smile on his face was a little childish: "I only hope that my mother will never have nightmares from now on."

Even when she lost her memory, Princess Zhaoyang was haunted by nightmares from time to time. In the nightmares, she struggled desperately but had nowhere to ask for help. She could only cry and watch the terrible man press his body tightly on her.So she often wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, and because of this, her temper is getting worse and worse.

Princess Zhaoyang's tears finally couldn't help running across her face, staining her delicate makeup. She stretched out her hand in the direction of Zhao Wenxiu in vain, crying loudly: "Why on earth! Why did you do this? What a mess! My child!"

Sad and desperate cries echoed in the hall, and everyone was silent.

Hua Xu crawled desperately in this dull, cold and dignified atmosphere.

He was desperately climbing towards Princess Zhaoyang.

Perhaps it is more accurate to use the word "no", because it is extremely difficult for him to move every bit of distance.Every time he moved forward, he would stop and take a few breaths.

The blood from his mouth flowed more and more urgently, which undoubtedly accelerated his death.But Hua Xu didn't care, he was like a persistent pilgrim, wanting to go to the holy place in his heart wholeheartedly.

Everyone was watching him, not even Zhao Wenxiu stopped him.

Finally, Hua Xu struggled and gasped and grabbed Princess Zhaoyang's skirt.Princess Zhaoyang avoided it without disgust, and a light flashed in Hua Xu's eyes, and he exhausted his last ounce of strength to beg the forgiveness of the little princess who just broke into his heart at that time: "I'm sorry, can you forgive me? "

Princess Zhaoyang straightened her back and looked at the nightmare of her life, slowly pulled back the corner of her skirt forcefully, and said condescendingly: "I accept your apology, but I will never forgive you! Forever!"

The last gleam in Hua Xu's eyes became extremely dim. He moved away slightly and spat out the last big mouthful of blood, and his eyeballs had already started to become cloudy.Even if it was death, he still had the regret that he couldn't get what he asked for, but his last thought before he died was: Fortunately, he didn't stain Shanshan's shoe upper.

The blood meanders all the way, blooming the most enchanting flowers on the blue bricks.

The person she hated the most actually died in front of her, but Princess Zhaoyang didn't feel any pleasure, only the relief and trance of half-life entanglement.

Hua Xu died, what about the next one?Is Wenxiu gone?

Zhao Zhen waved his hand and asked someone to drag Hua Xu's body down and bury it casually, then turned to look at the young man who made his heart extremely complicated: "Wen Xiu, hand over the antidote honestly, I can leave you a whole corpse."

Princess Zhaoyang was shocked, but could not speak.

Zhao Wenxiu smiled indifferently: "The antidote? I don't have the antidote either. Even if my master is still alive, I haven't been able to research the antidote."

"Everything in the world has its nemesis and weakness, even the monsters you created are no exception. If there is no antidote, you can tell me your weaknesses." Zhao Zhen asked.

"Uncle, did you make a mistake? Do you think I'm really a caged bird in your cage, unable to fly out? With all due respect, only Mr. Yang is worthy of my high regard. The others—" Zhao Wenxiu looked around for a week, with a frown on his face. There is obvious contempt: "Huh, I don't pay much attention even if we go together."

I have to admit that what Zhao Wenxiu said is not an exaggeration.Not only is he good at martial arts, but his poisonous skills are even more unpredictable. These hidden guards in the palace basically deliver food when they go up.

Yang Chizhang took a few steps forward, looked straight into Zhao Wenxiu's eyes, and said loudly, "Thanks to the little dude for looking at it—" His slender fingers brushed slightly on the strings, "I will definitely do my best!"

Zhao Wenxiu's voice was faint, but it was everywhere: "Young Master Yang is a genius, why bother to be a small policeman in Kaifeng Mansion, why don't you join my camp?"

Yang Chizhang moved his fingers lightly, and the sound of the piano was clear and clear, instantly breaking through the internal force hidden in the voice: "There is no need to show this small skill. Different ways do not conspire with each other. You may think that competing in the world is a great talent and a big cause. , but I think knowing each other and staying together is the pursuit of life." There was a softness on the face, and the deep affection was obvious in the eyes.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhen quietly said to a figure lurking in the air beside him: "What I like most is Mr. Yang, really, I know how to live."

What you like most is that Mr. Yang will give you Baigan every time, so you don't need a salary!The figure complained silently.

At the same time, Gongsun Ce blushed and smiled like a flower.

Zhao Zhen couldn't help but continued to mutter: "Hey, look at Mr. Gongsun, I don't even look at them anymore, these young people are not reserved at all!"

Hehe, you know that Concubine Pang wasn't so reserved when she was pregnant. Those white gums are brighter than the glazed lanterns in the palace!The figure continued to complain silently.

Zhao Wenxiu was not so happy. He suppressed his smile and said, "Young Master Yang, are you sure you want to be my enemy?"

The sapphire flow in Yang Chizhang's hand is ready to go: "If you insist on going your own way, you will naturally need to ask about the sapphire flow in my hand!"

In terms of internal strength, Yang Chizhang was superior, which also took advantage of his age, but Zhao Wenxiu's unpredictable poison skills were really dreadful, so the outcome of this fight was hard to say.

With a wave of his fan, Zhao Wenxiu flew out like a falcon. He laughed and said, "Come out and fight. The space inside is small and gets in the way."

"Why not!" Yang Chizhang chased the white figure out, and the two stood on the top of the high eaves, looking at each other.

The wind blows, and Lie Lie's robes rustle.

Yang Chizhang flipped his fingers, and the invisible force of rhythm shattered a large tile at Zhao Wenxiu's feet.

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