Dijun's black moonlight is back

"You already knew?" Wen Jingchan asked Ling Yu with a frown.

This was the first time he looked at Ling Yu with such a slightly distressed expression.

Lingyu had done some outrageous things before, and Wen Jingchan always laughed it off, but this time he frowned, expecting her denial.

"I know," Ling Yu replied calmly, "so I want to see how the master chooses."

"Whether it is to save a whole city, or to save Du Huanyi alone."

The sword on the altar suddenly shook continuously, and the moment Wen Jingchan closed his eyes, it finally flew back into his hand.

Ling Yu suddenly felt that this scene looked familiar.

That was how she was back then, standing in the formation customized for her, looking up at the aloof god.

She asked Gong Liquan: "Why do you want to kill me?"

Gong Liquan said: "For the common people, for the gods, and for all living creatures."

After saying this, Gong Liquan seemed to be unable to bear it, so he closed his eyes.

The God of Thunder and the Mother of Lightning led the thunder and lightning into the formation, and the God of Wind and Fire also sent down fire from the sky to summon the Gangfeng to help him.

At that time, Lingyu looked at him, trying to find the answer from his face with his eyes closed.

Now Lingyu looked at Wen Jingchan and wanted to know what he would do next.

The dragon shadow beside Xingzhao suddenly took on a real form, circling and swimming towards the dome.

Under the altar, the bones of the prisoner ox also flew out.

Du Huanyi placed his young brother against the steps and walked up the stairs step by step.

Xingzhi heard some people discussing whether they should believe her words, and others discussing whether they should let her sacrifice.

He couldn't help but sneer, is this something you can decide?

In a flash of thought, Lihuo had transformed into a long sword, and Xingzhao took the sword and struck at the prisoner's ox bone.

The sword edge was only an inch away from the prisoner's ox bone, and was blocked by Wen Jingchan's sword.

The last time Yanzhao was seriously injured was the sword called Wuwen.

Yanzhao was not sure whether he could take the prisoner cow bones in front of him. He was still a bit lucky, thinking that Wen Jingchan might not care about this matter.

Now it seems that luck is just a fluke after all.

Yanzhao took Lihuo back an inch, then turned his hand to pick up the sword, and pressed the two overlapping swords onto Wen Jingchan's shoulder.

"Why did the True Lord stop me?" Yanzhi asked him: "Don't you want me to save my wife, but also want my wife to sacrifice?"

His reasons were so reasonable that if he hadn't followed him, Wen Jingchan would have thought that he was really robbing the prisoner's cattle bones for Du Huanyi.

"The string of Lihuo's bow has been broken," Wen Jingchan turned sideways to release his strength, "You just wanted to get the bone and blood of the prisoner cow to repair the magic weapon."

Ling Yu looked back and watched with cold eyes as Mrs. Du staggered towards her son.

The fight between the two on the altar set off gusts of wind, and Du Huanyi could no longer step forward. The sand and stones in her eyes forced her to raise her hands to shield her eyes.

She was not a martial arts practitioner, and she only knew music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which were picked up by her daughter's family, so she naturally didn't notice that there was a knife coming towards her from behind.

Du Wenqing took half a step forward. He opened his mouth, wanting to remind his daughter.

But the memorial tablets of the ancestors and clans are arranged in the ancestral hall, like thousands of mountains hanging from the top. If he really makes a sound, it will topple.

Seeing that he couldn't help but care about his daughter and finally made up his mind to abandon her, Ling Yu felt a little ridiculous in his heart.

She didn't even turn her head. She pointed her finger from a distance and a stream of spiritual power flew out, hitting the person behind Du Huanyi.

The sound of a weapon falling to the ground caught Du Huanyi's attention before the sound of a person falling to the ground. She turned around and found that the person was only a square inch away from her, and she was so frightened that her legs suddenly softened.She collapsed on the ground, looking at the knife that should have fallen on her neck.

The man holding the knife looked very familiar to her. He seemed to be Mi Xing's clerk.

She usually had the habit of giving porridge outside the city. When she went to buy rice, this guy would always help her carry her things into the car with a smile.

If I haven't been there for a long time, I will say hello to her when I see her again. Miss Du hasn't seen her for many days.

Now he was holding a knife and wanted to kill her.

Ling Yu's technique only turned into a light blade and penetrated his shoulder blade, making him unable to hold the knife.

He grimaced in pain and fell to the ground, but his fierce eyes were still fixed on Du Huanyi.

"You...why, why did you want to kill me?" Du Huanyi picked up the knife and tried to restrain the instinct to shrink back.

The man on the ground covered his wound and looked at her: "Miss Du, I'm afraid of war and displacement."

"I'm afraid that my wife and daughter will watch their loved ones die like I did when I was a child. I'm afraid that I'll see the female family members being abused and helpless again."

Du Huanyi's trembling body suddenly became stunned. She held the heavy knife in both hands and looked at this normally kind-hearted person.

He looks to be in his 40s. The war he experienced when he was a child must have been the Six Kings Rebellion before the current emperor ascended the throne.

No wonder he behaves this way.

"I know! You don't want to die!" The man on the ground suddenly became violent and struggled to grab the knife in Du Huanyi's hand despite the severe pain.

"But you must die today!" the man shouted angrily, "If you don't die, everyone will be dead!"

"The army under the name of King Qin and the emperor's personal army will step into Jichuan City, kill all the young men and kidnap the beautiful women."

"The treasures have been looted, the towers have been burned to the ground, and there are very few survivors. You must die today!"

His words seemed to incite a lot of people, and some people further away from the altar began to echo him, shouting that Du Kuanyi should die immediately.

Du Yiyi looked at her father. She was still young and would always want to ask her parents for their opinions when encountering this kind of situation.

But Du Wenqing just clenched his fists and lowered his head to avoid her gaze.

The wound caused by the gravel was still stained with wet blood. Du Huanyi suddenly laughed when she saw her father in such a state of embarrassment.

She actually didn't know what she was laughing at. Maybe it was because her whole life was ridiculous.

At a very young age, she knew that she was just being fostered by the eldest lady and could not expect any favoritism.

So she has been doing things carefully and trying hard to learn everything to please Mrs. Du.

Mrs. Du doesn't hate her, but there's no way she likes her.

There is no personal maid by her side, and many people have to do it themselves.

Even if she slipped and fell into the water, if outsiders hadn't discovered it, she would have died long ago.

She didn't blame Mrs. Du, because before she gave birth to Du Shi'an, Mrs. Du secretly cried countless times when she dreamed back at midnight.

Du Huanyi slept on her own little bed, with her back to her nominal mother, and stayed with her with her eyes open until the sky grew brighter.

Before she even had a son and a half daughters, her husband gave birth to Du Kuanyi with a maid in the mansion. How could she, the main wife, not be sad?

She couldn't even express her sadness in front of anyone, so she could only grieve alone in the dark of night.

Du Huanyi didn't understand it and complained about it when he was young. Later, he understood it and stopped complaining.

If it were her, she would probably dislike herself as much as Mrs. Du.