Chapter 420 The Black-faced God and the Guillotine
The Empress Dowager looked sad, glanced at the corpse on the ground, hid the black dagger in her sleeve, ignored the corpse in the pool of blood on the ground, left the room, and returned to sit beside the emperor's coffin.
That is to say, when the Empress Dowager was in a daze beside the emperor's coffin, Princess Wan'er and Princess Qiqi secretly left the palace.
In order to ensure the safety of the two princesses, General Changkong dispatched two generals, the Shining-armored God and the Black-faced God, to accompany them.
The four great gods are extremely respected in the Qin Empire. General Changkong asked two of them to protect the two princesses. The importance of the two princesses now is evident.
When Wan Ling'er walked into the living room and saw the tower-like silver-armored gods and black-faced gods standing next to Princess Wan'er and Princess Qiqi, he was immediately dumbfounded. His originally arrogant demeanor became silent and cautious.
Even if Wan Ling'er was extremely brave, he would not dare to challenge the majesty of the two generals.
At this time, Wan Ling'er regretted it so much. If Ming Riming and Mingyue were here, her pressure would naturally be much less. What's terrible is that the two sisters of Ming Riming and Mingyue had already gone to Baihua Tower to take charge. At this time, Wan Ling'er discovered that tomorrow
The two Mingyue sisters are not useless, at least they can stand behind them to support the scene.
Fortunately, Zhao Yuan was behind Wan Ling'er, which gave Wan Ling'er some comfort.
"Hello, sister Ling'er." Wan'er has been bullied by Wan Ling'er for a long time, and there is no domineering princess in her eyebrows.
"Okay... okay..." Wan Ling'er felt like he was being stared at by the majestic gazes of the two gods all the time. He felt like his scalp was exploding, and he turned around to look at Zhao Yuan behind him from time to time.
Wan Ling'er didn't know that Zhao Yuan was complaining secretly now, because when he entered the living room, the black-faced god was staring at him from beginning to end, with a meaningful smile in his lantern-like eyes.
And this smile made Zhao Yuan's scalp tingle.
Why is it not the Great Hammer God?
Zhao Yuan could only cry secretly. You must know that his grievances and grievances with the Black-faced God can be traced back to Jiepai Xiongguan. At the beginning, he and the two sisters Mingri Mingyue not only caused chaos in the Black-faced God's mansion, but also
A large section of the city wall was blown up, and the long black-backed sword of the black-faced god is still on Zhao Yuan's body.
If there were cracks in the ground, Zhao Yuan would have escaped through them long ago.
"Tell me why you want to see us." Princess Qiqi sat upright on the chair, with a majestic look between her brows.
"Ahem...they..." Wan Ling'er smiled awkwardly and glanced at the black-faced god and the silver-armored god.
"You guys go out first," Princess Qiqi said calmly.
"Princess, please allow me to handle some private matters first." The black-faced god took a step forward, bowed and saluted Princess Qiqi and Princess Wan'er, and acted neither humble nor overbearing.
"...Okay." Princess Qiqi was stunned. She didn't know about the grudges between the Black-faced God and Zhao Yuan, but naturally she would not disgrace the Black-faced God and nodded in agreement.
"Zhao Yuan, do you still remember me?!" The black-faced god's iron tower-like body turned around and looked down at Zhao Yuan.
"The general spared the villain back then, and the villain will always remember it in his heart." Zhao Yuan said in a low voice.
"Really?" the black-faced god said calmly.
"Ahem, cough, cough... General, when Zhao was young and ignorant, he still invited General to give him a large amount. Don't..."
"Where is my sword?" The black-faced god interrupted Zhao Yuan.
"This...this..." Zhao Yuan stammered and was at a loss.
"Knife!" The black-faced god stretched out his hand like a cattail leaf fan.
"This... knife... has some..." Zhao Yuan could not avoid it, so he had to call out the long black-backed knife with a severed head, with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Give me!"
Zhao Yuan hesitated for a moment, and finally handed the long guillotine in his hand to the black-faced god.
Zhao Yuan's actions made Wan Ling'er extremely nervous. She didn't know when she had already pinched a handful of elixirs in her hand. If Zhao Yuan did something wrong, she would immediately violently hurt others.
It didn't matter that Wan Ling'er took out the alchemy, but it shocked the two princesses Wan'er and Qiqi. They stood up together, looking like they were about to run for their lives at any moment.
The terrified expressions of Princess Wan'er and Princess Qiqi made the God in Shiny Armor who stood behind them also become nervous. He clearly felt that the two princesses who were unfazed by favor and humiliation suddenly became nervous, so he had to be alert and alert to sudden surprises.
incident.
The Shining Armor God knew that almost everyone who came into contact with Wan Ling'er had their courage blown away by her.
In the living room, things suddenly became tense.
The black-faced god was completely unaware of the tense atmosphere around him. He took the severed black-backed sword and there was a long silence.
"General, I'm sorry." Zhao Yuan bowed, he had always felt guilty towards the black-faced god.
"These years have not been easy for you!" The black-faced god gently stroked the uneven and pitted blade and sighed. Just from the wet blade, he could feel the battle that this blade had gone through.
How cruel.
This black-backed long sword, in the hands of Zhao Yuan, has experienced countless bloody battles, and is no longer as smooth as it used to be. After the streamlined blade was broken, it lost its sharp edge, but it has an added edge that is surprising.
The palpitating murderous intent shows that Zhao Yuan has been fighting life-and-death battles over the years.
At this time, the black-backed sword is like a history book, recording every glorious battle of Zhao Yuan.
Those who were killed by the black-backed sword were all famous in the world of cultivation.
Wolf of the Prairie Lunaro.
Eunuch Wu and two cultivators.
Ci Nu Zuo Xian Wang.
The king of assassination, Shanyu.
Hupingshan Liu Xiaotian...
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The number of people who died under the black-backed long sword was not only one thousand, but also eight hundred. Of course, this was just the guess of the black-faced god. In fact, the number of people who died under the black-backed long sword had already exceeded 10,000, and
, among them there are countless masters that no one knows about, such as the disciples of the Dragon Generation of the Huayun Sect, the senior brothers of the Fanjing Sect and others...
"This knife has achieved nothing in my hands, but it has flourished in your hands and become famous all over the world." The black-faced god gently stroked the scarred blade with his big hands. For a moment, he had mixed feelings.
"General..."
"Zhao Yuan, you have not insulted this good sword. Take it. Today, I will officially give this long sword to you. I hope you can continue to use it and make it a peerless famous sword!"
The black-faced god held up the black-backed long sword with both hands, a solemn look on his face.
"Thank you, General." Zhao Yuan quickly took the sword with both hands, with a respectful look on his face.
"Well, today, I have cured my heartache."
The black-faced god signaled to the silver-armored god and strode out of the living room. The silver-armored god glanced at Zhao Yuan and Wan Ling'er, hesitated for a moment, and followed the black-faced god out.
The two gods were waiting outside.
Speaking of Wan Ling'er, after seeing a god who was as majestic as an iron tower coming out, he felt relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"It's my turn to sit." Wan Ling'er walked to the chair and sat down.
"Sister Ling'er, these are extraordinary times. It's not easy for us to leave the palace. If you have anything to say, please tell us quickly. We can't stay long," Princess Wan'er said.
"Zhao Yuan misses you..." Wan Ling'er's words stopped abruptly as soon as she left her mouth. She didn't even know why she said such a sentence inexplicably.
"Ah...really?" Wan'er's face turned red and she looked at Zhao Yuan shyly.
