He was a little unbelievable that Qin Yun would abide by the agreement, and was also afraid that Fanyin would not be on his side, but at this point, did he still have the right to choose?
The surroundings were silent, and the carriage was quickly escorted.
"Your Majesty, I am fortunate to have not humiliated my order. I have captured the thief's head, Fanyin, and killed 700 enemies!" Qin Ci took off his horse and knelt down and bowed.
Qin Yun did not care much about this matter, but went up to help him up, looked at the knife wound on his shoulder blade, frowned and said with concern: "The wound is cracked again, hurry up and stop the bleeding, and don't leave any sequelae."
Qin Ci focused his attention: "Thank you, my brother."
He quickly retreated and left the carriage here.
"Yin, Yin'er!"
Wanyan Honglie stumbled and got up, but he did not cry when he was defeated in the battle. He did not cry when he witnessed a massacre, but when he saw the distance between his beloved, he was jealous.
He limped to the side of the carriage, and Fan Yin happened to come out of the carriage.
She is still so tall, with temperament and a perfect figure, but her face...if it was not covered by a veil, she would have been scared to death in this dark night.
Maybe those who see him will sigh, who can do this?
Her eyes were blank and she couldn't believe it, staring blankly at the piles of corpses, endless blood, unable to speak.
She was robbed and knew that this would be the situation, but what she didn't expect was that the Restoration Army was massacred and there was no one who could stand.
She seemed to be smiling but not laughing, she seemed to be crying but not crying, which was very ugly.
It's over, it's over, it's over!
"Yin'er, are you okay?"
"It's all my fault, my fault. I lost, failed to fulfill my promise and protect you."
Wanyan Honglie felt guilty, tears flowed out of his blood-covered eyes, and he climbed into the car and hugged Fanyin tightly.
For him, it is a happy thing to be able to hold his beloved woman at this moment of death.
But Fanyin didn't move any more, and he still held it, without saying a word, like a living dead person.
Such an ending was unacceptable to her.
The two hugged each other in the ruins and the mountain of corpses, but they felt a little different, not the kind of sad beauty of dying together.
The soldiers around looked at them with hatred.
Qin Yun was indifferent. He knew very well what kind of Sanskrit was. If he thought, in the North Palace that day, Sanskrit would definitely cater to Sanskrit in every way, and was full of charm, too cheap and powerful.
But only Jingyi looked at her and her eyes turned slightly red.
Bang!
Qin Yun didn't want to say anything more, so he threw out a broken blade and went to the two of them, and said coldly: "Fanyin, if you commit suicide, I can spare Wanyan Honglie's life."
"Or the contrary, you will die together."
Wanyan Honglie was stunned. In this way, wouldn’t Fanyin die anyway?
Fanyin also came back from her trance, and a hint of fear flashed across her beautiful eyes. She had lost everything, but she did not have the courage to face death.
She subconsciously curled up behind Wanyan Honglie.
"No!"
"That's not what you said just now!"
"You let the voice go, I can give you anything. I have issued an order. You can easily take over more than 40 cities led by Huyan City, with countless resources, and your soldiers, armor, money and food!"
He was a little excited, and his hands kept waving, and he was still excited when he was killed.
Seeing this, Qin Yun frowned deeply, and even suspected that Wanyan Honglie had been slaughtered.
"Let her speak by herself!" He hummed in dissatisfaction.
"No!" Wanyan Honglie's face began to turn red.
Qin Yun gave a wink, and several powerful soldiers from Kong Wu quickly stepped forward and separated the two.
"Your Majesty!" Fanyin exclaimed, her face fading.
"Yin'er!" Wanyan Honglie grabbed her hand tightly and roared, as if parting with one's life and death.
People who don’t know really think they are in love.
In the end, the two separated their hands, Fan Yin knelt on the carriage, and her whole body was chilling. She knew that the only chance she could survive was Wanyan Honglie.
Qin Yun stepped forward and rushed forward: "Choose!"
"He lost all the money for you. Don't you feel guilty?"
Fanyin's face was pale and she watched the long sword on the ground slip into cold sweat.
At this moment, Wanyan Honglie widened his eyes and did not yell anymore. In fact, he also wanted to see the choice of Fanyin.
She stretched out her jade hands and wanted to hold the handle of the knife, but she was shaking but couldn't hold it for a long time.
Fear spread in her pupils.
for a long time.
The moon in the sky was empty, the wind blew the spear, and the burned flag was raised, as if everything had come to an end, and the atmosphere was depressing.
Qin Yun said coldly again: "Then I will give you another option, either he dies, or you die together, choose!"
In the face of life and death, such a choice to challenge human nature is actually very cold-blooded.
Once revealed, it is the ugly side.
But Sanskrit is really not worth it.
Nothing can be excused, but "loyalty" cannot be stained.
Like Wang Min, no matter how afraid the world is, there is still room for talks, but if there is no loyalty in any aspect, then there will be no talks.
Wang Min himself is also very clear about this.
Upon hearing this, Wanyan Honglie froze in place, his eyes widened and he looked at Fanyin.
Fan Yin glanced at Qin Yun with fear, then looked at Wanyan Honglie in a mess.
Silence, silence again.
"Choose, choose!" Wanyan Honglie's voice was trembling, his emotions seemed to be out of control, and he walked towards the Sanskrit step by step.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if the method is cruel, it will at least make Wanyan Honglie, the fool.
I was quiet in the wind and sighed softly.
Qin Yun frowned and looked at Wanyan Honglie. The more he thought about it, the more he became, the more wrong he was. His pupils suddenly dilated and he shouted: "Stop him!!"
He rushed forward.
The roar suddenly broke through the rolling black clouds.
When everyone didn't know what was going on, it was very clear with a puff!
He was shocked around and looked at Wanyan Honglie tightly.
He rushed towards the knife in Fanyin's hand, and his abdomen was instantly penetrated by a broken blade, and blood dripped continuously along the blade.
"Ah..." His mouth grew and made a painful sound, and his facial features were almost distorted.
The pain of the body being penetrated can be tolerated by extraordinary people.
Bang!
His knees were kneeling directly and he fell head-on into Fanyin's arms.
Qin Yun was still in the same place, without any time.
Everyone present was shocked. As long as Wanyan Honglie did not seek death, his identity was destined to survive. Even if he was imprisoned for a lifetime, eating and drinking would not be a problem.
The sound of the Fanyin was stiff, and I was also scared when I looked at this scene.
"Yin, Yiner..."
"I chose for you. I didn't do that just now, I can't die..." Wanyan Honglie made an intermittent voice, tears flowed out of his eyes, and his whole body was twitching.
"Why..." Fan Yin didn't know that it was because of his conscience, but she was crying and holding his face with both hands.
"No, no why, cough cough!"
"For me, being able to die in your arms is better than any ending, not to mention that you can survive."
"Actually, I know something better than anyone else." He seemed to have a lot to say, otherwise he would have no chance, blood and tears would fall, and endless desolation.