Su Yanzhi's eyes were as cold as the ice and snow in winter, leaving no emotion behind. He stood outside the city wall and could not see the scene inside the city wall, but he could guess that it must be a deadly battle.

The light rain was falling, and I don't know when, the rain kept washing into the woods, and a lot of the sadness hidden deep in the memory was also blown away by the wind.

Looking at the closed city gate, Su Yanzhi's gloomy eyes shed a dense light, and the corners of his black clothes were blown up by the wind, blowing away the messy hair on his forehead, "Many years ago, I...

I was locked in the house like this, isolated and helpless."

That was what happened many years ago. At that time, the "Queen Mother" walked into the sea of ​​fire in front of his eyes, and he was imprisoned in a dark dungeon.

I don't remember how many years I was locked up, I just remember... that was when his imperial brother was in his weak years. Due to the caretaker's negligence, he walked out of the dark room where he had been locked up.

When he came out, he was like a "beast" that had just been released. Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at an animal.

He didn't think about anything else, not even resentment. He just wanted to go to the mourning hall and offer a stick of incense to his mother.

Then he returned to his own darkness and lived like this for the rest of his life. He decided that since everyone thought he could not see the light, he would crawl in the darkness and slowly wait for death.

But... everything is just fantasy.

It's just a stick of incense, it's just... the time to pray for that stick of incense.

A stick of incense...

He was locked in the mourning hall, which was not very high. At that time, it was like a prison to him.

The mourning hall was on fire. He had never seen such bright flames before. It was like a poisonous snake, devouring everything.

He begged someone outside to open the door. He knew there was someone outside because he heard laughter, and a steady stream of laughter came from outside the door.

He begged them to open the door, but no one came to save him!

Everyone wants him dead.

He saw the desperate fire burning continuously. Finally, the laughter outside stopped, and someone rushed into the house and carried him out of the burning house, who was about to fall into coma.

When he was taken out of the fire by that man, the first thing he saw was that everyone outside was dead, not a single one was left.

Those people are all his brothers and sisters in name only.

When he was put down, his eyes caught the person holding him, and he realized that the person was covered in blood.

After putting him down intact, the man fell down, his hands trembling, holding him, coughing blood, some blood in his eyes had already overflowed, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Little... little master,

Finally... I found you, I'm sorry, Shi Shi Mio, I'm... late."

After saying that, he stopped breathing and everything became cold.

He looked at everything indifferently and said nothing. He turned around and picked up the corpses in the yard one by one, threw them into the fire, and watched those people turn into ashes...

Later, I don’t remember how many people died. Everyone was gone. Those who protected him, those who disliked him, and those who hated him were all gone...

No one is left.

There is only one madman left, a "monster" like him.

Su Yanru stared at Su Yanzhi's profile and narrowed her eyes. For a moment, she couldn't understand what Su Yanzhi was thinking, "Yanzhi, you can't be... sympathizing with the Crown Prince."

Su Yanzhi's eyes were cold and his voice was even lower, "No, after today, that Prince, like you and me, will become a madman who hates the world."

Within the city wall, Feng Yujin was half-kneeling on the ground, his silver hair stained with blood, his lips were pale, his hands were trembling, his shoulder was shot through by an arrow, and his white clothes were covered with scars, and in his

The people guarding all around were covered in scars, and when their masks fell down, their handsome faces still looked like teenagers.

Gu Jingxu struggled to stand up. He looked at the people around him, coughed twice, his eyes were scarlet, "Stop guarding, I told you to retreat! Didn't you hear me?"

Feng Yujin smiled at the corners of his dark red lips. He looked at the fragments of the mask that had fallen apart. He raised his fingertips and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. "Without Your Highness, the Death Soldier would not exist."

If necessary, we...will fight to the last moment."

"Never for the country, only for your life."

At this time, the young man in blue clothes who was lying aside also struggled to get up. The blue clothes on his body had been stained with blood and turned into a broken color. His abdomen had been pierced by a loose arrow. Although his figure was obviously thin, he could not stand up.

He stood up firmly and said, "Your Highness, the leader is right, we have no family, and we have no feelings of family, country and world at all."

"We don't know how to survive. We only fight to the last moment for His Highness."

Su Jingchen stood up holding on to the city wall. He smiled quietly, his lips and teeth were covered with blood. The blood in his neck had stained his clothes. The wall he was leaning against was also stained red with blood. He still grabbed Gu Jingxu's hand.

"Your Highness, I will definitely...definitely...let you live."

With trembling hands, he took out the bottle from his waist. It was... the Puppet Pill given to him by Su Songjue.

Once the elixir enters the abdomen, there is no room for change until the last breath...

Their internal strength will increase tenfold in an instant, and they will definitely be able to hold on until Chu Muyan comes over.

He slowly hid the elixir in his hand without Gu Jingxu seeing it, then took out a flute from his sleeve and handed it to Gu Jingxu.

With blood on the corners of his lips, he took Gu Jingxu's wrist and squeezed it tightly, "Your Highness, listen carefully. I can only teach you this song once. After we...all fall, remember, we must all fall."

Down."

"Because the puppet will attack all living people."

"This puppet song will make us protect you and only let us listen to your words."

Su Jingchen spoke a lot very quickly.

Gu Jingxu's eyes trembled as he looked at Su Jingchen. He didn't understand what it said, what kind of puppet, what completely dead thing, what kind of music. His disbelieving black eyes were shining with scarlet blood, "What...are you doing?"

Su Jingchen smiled and said, "Don't worry, we won't all die. After all, there will still be someone to talk to His Highness in the future."

"Your Highness will be very tired if there is no one to talk to. Jing Chen... I don't want His Highness to be so tired. I want... His Highness to be fine and the same as before..."
Chapter completed!