The wind seemed to fall silent all of a sudden, and blood stained his eyes red.
Chongmen Jue supported Shen Rou's fallen body, and the man who had been at the top of the throne sat on the ground, and his voice had lost its previous tone.
Hoarse and painful, his voice was lost.
The man's eyes were as red as blood, and it was terrifying to look at.
Shen Rou was dying, trying to keep her eyes open and looking at the heavy door, and told him with tears in her eyes until she died: "You must ......
Get out alive!
” She died for the sake of accomplishing the great goal.
With her burden, Chongmen will never be dragged down by her, and if she dies, he can have no worries.
However, she also knew that her death would definitely add unspeakable pain to this man who was already full of scars.
Closing her eyes and taking her last breath, there was only one thought left in her heart.
I hope there will be someone in this world who will warm his heart, and I hope that someone will love him and care about nothing.
In this way, he will also find the courage to live, so as not to be tossed around in this cruel world, full of desolation and nowhere to put it, and the most painful.
Heavy door, destined to be lonely.
Shen Rou swallowed her last breath, and in Chongmen's infinitely sad eyes and slightly trembling embrace, the last warm tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, which was the last bit of warmth she left him.
From then on, in this world, he was really, just a person.
Chongmen Jue hugged her tightly and didn't say a word.
Chang Ling closed his eyes sadly, this was the ending he couldn't guess, he didn't expect Shen Rou to be so strong, he would rather kill himself than become a burden.
Great love is selfless, this is the love of the Shen family.
A long roar pierced the sky, and the smoke exploded, like a signal.
Those men in black suddenly attacked.
Chang Ling stood in front of the heavy door without hesitation, and was entangled with the man in black.
This time is very different from the countless assassinations encountered before, they were all some Jianghu killer organizations before, and there were more than ten or twenty masters to attack.
They can handle it.
But this time, it was a well-trained army, and, at a glance, there were no less than a hundred people.
It was twice as much as he expected.
And even more.
The entire temple is already a Shura field at the moment, and I don't know how many other black-clothed people are cleaning up in other places, they are just two people now, and it is really difficult to get out.
Iron-locked silver hooks swooped down on him from all directions, like a pair of nimble eagle talons, with air-tearing speed and sharp edge.
What followed was the sharp halberd.
Wave after wave of attacks, those men attacked them unhurriedly and in an orderly manner, obviously extremely powerful and orderly soldiers.
In less than ten rounds, Chang Ling was weak.
There were some wounds on his body, large and small, some were cut by silver hooks, some were stabbed by halberds, and the other party was numerous, and he had no escape.
Unable to dodge the attack of cutting off his head in the corner, he hurriedly retreated to the side of the heavy door.
I saw the man put Shen Rou's body under the tree and let her sit there with her back against the tree, so that it was as if she was just sleeping peacefully in a noisy environment.
Free and easy without worries.
The man slowly straightened up and stretched out his hand towards Chang Ling.
Chang Ling put the unsheathed long sword that had been held in his hand respectfully in Chongmen's hand.
There are words in the world, and the world is silent in the dark night.
The man with his back to the firelight, holding the Night Sword, sank the night into a sea of blood!