Conspiracy

Chapter 470 Yang Huanzhi's Death

This man is amazing!Except for that girl, he seemed to be moved by others.

As a demon, but finally have feelings
But the situation at this moment obviously couldn't allow him to be filled with emotions. Seeing that Su Heting also rushed down, he cooperated tacitly with his teacher and flanked him back and forth.

You must know that Tang Yinchen's martial arts is naturally considered to be the best among the juniors, not to mention that he also holds a magic weapon and pretends to be an ordinary fan all day long.

But the teacher and teacher have practiced for thousands of years, they are very familiar with each other's moves, and occasionally they will make a fake move. When Tang Yinchen was busy responding, Su Heting had already dodged and landed at the position where he would appear.

The two fought very well together. Seeing that the sword in Su Heting's hand was about to pierce Tang Yinchen from behind, Yang Huanzhi was furious, and it was too late to shout. Without even thinking about it, he tried his best to use Tang Yinchen Yin Chen taught him the lightness kung fu, ran desperately, and pushed Tang Yinchen away.

Tang Yinchen, who lost his mind, also only saw a white shadow flash past, and then, a handsome face appeared, before the murderous intent emerged, blood was all over his eyes, spraying his face and body.

The silver long sword pierced Yang Huan's chest straight from his back, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.Blood trickled out, and the color quickly turned dark red.

He bit his lips tightly to keep the blood from splashing out of his mouth.

But his eyes were fixed on Tang Yinchen, as if silently expressing the promise he made to that boy back then.

'Yin Chen, don't be afraid, I will protect you.Say good life, is life.If one day is missing, the next life will continue. '

The blood in Tang Yinchen's eyes faded quickly, but his skin was darkening. Gu Yunshu and the others had seen this scene a lot. After those people in Jiangdu were infected with strange diseases, their skin color would change with their emotions.

"Old Yang! Old Yang!"

He stretched out his straw hands, embraced Yang Huanzhi, who was smiling gently at him, and let him lean on his shoulder, "Lao Yang! Does it hurt? I have medicine! I have medicine! I can Save you! Don’t die! Don’t die! Please, don’t die!”

Tang Yinchen's eyes turned red in an instant, and tears burst into tears.

Trembling, he took out an emerald bottle from his cuff, but because of his panic, the jade bottle with the thickness of a finger fell to the ground, and broke into two halves with a 'click'.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, picked up the remaining half bottle, and poured it all on Yang Huanzhi's wound, trying to help him stop the bleeding.

Tang Yinchen's eyes were very red, and tears overflowed, "Young master only be brothers with living people! Don't act like a brotherhood between ghosts and ghosts with dead souls! You have to live! You have to live well! Otherwise, young master will definitely die. Go into hell, tear up the book of life and death, and find you! Kill you ten thousand times to vent your anger!"

"Yin Chen."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Don't talk! I will save you, I won't let you die!"

Tang Yinchen had already poured all the medicine powder in his hand on Yang Huanzhi's wound, but his complexion became more and more ugly, his eyes were loose and dull, and his face was pale without a trace of blood.

His breathing became lighter and his pulse became very weak, as if it would become hard at any time.

Seeing Yang Huanzhi's eyes close, he hugged his head and cried, "Don't sleep! Don't sleep! Please, don't sleep! Lao Yang, you said you would protect me for the rest of my life. Come and pay back! You can’t die! Otherwise, the young master will also go to practice Taoism and live for thousands of years, so that you can’t finish life after life!”

"Okay, you must live well!"

Yang Huanzhi's voice was intermittent and extremely soft, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood flowed out of his mouth, and the lips and teeth were filled with red.

Along the chin, it landed on the clothes of the two of them.

Tang Yinchen's hands were already stained with sticky blood. He suddenly remembered something, and suddenly fell to his knees facing Xiao Chuhong, "Brother Xiao! Please save Lao Yang! I promise you! I promise you everything! You Save him! Save him! Save him, please!"

"No regrets?"

"No regrets! Never regrets!" Tang Yinchen wiped away the tears on his face, but the blood on his hands remained on his cheeks.

Yang Huanzhi didn't understand what they said, but he could hear the pain and helplessness in Tang Yinchen's voice.

This sword pierced very deeply, and he knew that he must not survive.

How could Xiao Chuhong save him?

"Don't worry about it, Yin Chen, I trouble you to go to the University Scholars' Mansion after you return to the capital. My mother is gone, and I am not here anymore. Only my father and his old man are left alone. Cough cough cough! You want to replace me Spend more time with him! Even just talking! Cough cough cough cough!"

After coughing violently, he spurted out a lot of blood, and his whole body was weak.

"Shut up, you dare to die, I will find a hundred girls for your family to enter the mansion when I go back, so that you will die with peace!"

Hearing this, Gu Yunshu frowned, and then relaxed again. He had no strength to make a sound, and raised his hand to touch his cheek, but his hand fell down powerlessly, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The reflection in his eyes at the last moment is Tang Yinchen's helpless look
"Lao Yang! Lao Yang! Lao Yang! You bastard! Did the young master let you die?!"

However, this time, Yang Huanzhi did not open his eyes again.

The expressions of the others ranged from astonishment to regret. This sudden change directly cost Yang Huanzhi's life, and they had no chance to redeem it.

But Su Heting's head was in a daze, looking at the empty palm, and then at Yang Huanzhi who had closed his eyes, his eyes went back and forth repeatedly, and he couldn't believe it.

He naturally knew the original strength of that sword. It seemed powerful, but it wouldn't hurt people's lives.

But... for some reason, he seemed to be directly manipulated by someone, and he stabbed him with a sharp sword.

When he regained his composure, it was already too late, and with the sound of the sword piercing into flesh and blood, he froze in place.

Gu Yunshu took a step forward, stretched out his hand to feel Yang Huanzhi's pulse, and shook his head, "Mr. Yang was seriously injured, a sword pierced through the heart vein, and he couldn't be saved."

But Tang Yinchen ignored him, just looked at Xiao Chuhong, "Brother Xiao!!!"

Tang Yinchen's skin color kept changing, and seeing that he was about to go berserk again, suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, and Gu Yunshu and the others heard the sound of bells that seemed to pierce their eardrums.

The ringtones were chaotic, and those who heard them felt restless.

And Gu Yunshu's mind flashed a light, as if he remembered something.

He looked at Xiao Chuhong in disbelief, his lips moved slightly, and before he could speak, the familiar sound of xun came to his ears.

It's a heart-warming song!

Qingxin Song can soothe the mind and get rid of all distracting thoughts in the heart of the heart.

When the spell-like bell was blocked out and the Qingxin song calmed down the restlessness in their hearts, they slowly opened their eyes.

As Gu Yunshu guessed, except for them, the people in the valley were not affected by the sound of the bell at all.
(End of this chapter)