Guan Yu was standing tall and saw Diao Chan's eyes hanging down, and he couldn't see his eyes. The pity in his eyes suddenly emerged. He couldn't help but take a step forward and was about to help Diao Chan up, but then Shu thought of something and immediately took back his steps that had moved out: "Put your pretending to be pitiful, slut.txt

Diao Chan seemed to be unable to hear it, and she stopped on the ground, leaning against the bed, allowing the tears to flow unstoppably.

With a "bang!", a long sword fell in front of her. She couldn't help but look up at Guan Yu, but saw that Guan Yu had turned his back.

"Why don't you do it?" Diao Chan asked.

After a while, Diao Chan's sad voice sounded: "Brother Changsheng, please allow me to call you Brother Changsheng for the last time. Is Chang'er so dirty that he is not worthy of Brother Changsheng to understand himself?"[

Guan Yu closed his eyes tightly. After about a few seconds, he snorted coldly and walked out: With a "bang!", the door was closed tightly.

Diao Chan's heart was completely broken, and there was no more hope. Some time ago, although Brother Changsheng treated her a little badly, so rude, no longer as gentle as before, she knew that she was a dirty person. She could meet the person she missed the most at the most at the most dangerous time. This was a blessing from God to her. She even forgot all the sufferings she had suffered before, forgot about God's injustice to her, and only remembered how kind he was to her at this moment. But at this time, she no longer had that gratitude, and it was just the pain of her completely broken heart!

"Go!" She picked up the sword. She just glanced at it and knew that it was not Brother Changsheng's weapon. She held up a bitter smile on the corner of her mouth. It was a luxury to die in his hands. Now it became a luxury to die under his weapons! She slowly pulled out the sword. The sword was very cold, but at this moment she felt that the sword was much warmer than her heart. She raised the sword to her heart and stabbed it slowly: "I am free, and I will never suffer so much torture if I die. It's painful. Dad, mother, Chang'er misses you very much..."

Blood slowly flowed out, and Diao Chan was strangely finding that the blood flowed out, she couldn't feel the pain. She smiled desolately, maybe she was already numb!

Her eyes slowly closed and her arms exerted force.

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly shot and hit her hand. The sword fell to the ground, and the man fainted at the same time. A man wrapped in black clothes suddenly pushed open the door and walked in. Looking at Diao Chan's injuries, he touched Diao Chan's breath, Yinyu felt a little angry, and immediately picked it up, left the room, looked at the left and right, and left quickly. (How is Diao Chan in the future? It is definitely not that Liu Feng got so vulgar, looking forward to it...)

About half an hour later, Guan Yu walked in from outside and found that Diao Chan was not in the room. A look of joy or sadness flashed on his face. He looked carefully at the sword, and the sharp red tip was bright red. Judging from the blood remaining on the tip of the sword, the sword was more than an inch deep into Diao Chan's body. Guan Yu looked carefully and suddenly saw something other than blood on the sword's edge. It was a trace of crystal clearness, a thin layer that condensed on the sword, and it couldn't flow down, and it stuck to the sword.

Guan Yu wanted to wipe the crystal clear away, but hesitated for a moment, put away the sword. He walked out of the room and shouted loudly. The soldier who had just been sent away just now returned: "Burn this house!"
Chapter completed!