Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 273 Except for you, the rest of life is waste paper
The guards backed away in fright.

Seeing the bloody will-o'-the-wisps lingering around Jun Beicheng's body, they all looked like they had seen a ghost, and opened their mouths in horror.

Immediately afterwards, all the swords in the hands of the guards were taken into the air by an evil force, and the sharp light pointed at everyone.

Black smoke rose around the man, and the air around him was wrapped in flames.

Bloody hellfire surrounded him.

Seeing that they were about to run—

Jun Beicheng's red lips seemed to be drinking blood, his eyes looked at their embarrassed figures indifferently, and he slowly swung the arrow out.

Suddenly there were countless puffing sounds, and those sharp swords stained with ghost fire shot towards their backs from densely packed.

Bloody Yeye's sharp sword sank into the backs of the guards, their heads...

Red blood spurted out in an instant!

The sound of the sharp sword entering the body was endless, almost all of Lan Yueya's guards fell down, and no one survived.

The ground is already gushing like a stream of blood.

Lan Yueya under the tree had already been rescued, Fu Ling heard the screams of the guards, stood up in disbelief, and turned around slowly stiffly.

Everything seems to slow down.

Her hands were trembling, and her right eyelid was throbbing.

The smell of blood filled the entire backyard.

Corpses were strewn all over the ground, blood flowed into rivers all over the ground, the scene was extremely bloody and tragic.

"A Zhou..."

Fuling's pupils shrank and froze in place with a buzzing sound, and the girl made a voice that was almost hoarse and roaring

Her legs were weak and she was about to fall to the ground.

Jun Beicheng immediately hugged her, hugged her tightly, bowed his head and said nothing.

She only felt that her hands and feet were cold, and the blood all over her body seemed to flow backwards.

The air seemed to freeze!
Fu Ling shivered and pushed him away.

She walked up to the guards and tested their breaths one by one with her fingers.

"There is no survivor, so there is no need to try."

Jun Beicheng walked slowly to Fuling and squatted down, with complicated emotions in his heart, wanting to help her up.

Fu Ling turned a deaf ear, stood up and ran to another guard, bent down to test his breath.

This is the last one.

Blood flowed like a river, without any breath.

Looking at the corpses all over the floor, she knelt down on the ground, curled up her knees, and covered her face with her hands helplessly.

Behind these people is a family.

Perhaps, they are still the sons held in the palm of their hands.

Perhaps, they have just been promoted to fathers, and their wives and children are waiting for them to come home.

Just like Ah Li, waiting for his father and mother.

Her throat seemed to be strangled by something, and it hurt to death.

Ah Zhou, you broke the precept to kill again...

This time it was still because of her.

In the final analysis, the culprit is yourself.

She is like a fragile piece of paper, maybe the wind will blow it away.

"Come on, it's cold on the ground," Jun Beicheng picked up the girl, suddenly saw her pale face, frowned and pressed his forehead to her forehead, trying to test her temperature, "Do you have a low-grade fever?"

Fu Ling's mouth opened, and she was about to speak several times, but she couldn't make any sound.

He walked into the house, knowing that he had made her unhappy.

"I know I was wrong, I can't change it," he tensed his jawline, talking to the girl in a low voice, without any remorse in his words and deeds, "In my world, except for you, the rest of life is waste paper."

Fu Ling looked at him with eyes full of pain.

Jun Beicheng put her on the couch, did not look at her, and abruptly said four words: "Lie down, sleep."

Her eyes are too clean and pure, clearer than any sea water, people simply can't bear to look directly at such pure eyes.

And he is too dirty.

Thousands of lives were on their hands.

Sometimes he felt that he was not good enough for her.

She is so clean, as pure as the white moonlight.

Keeping her by his side was the only light in his dark and dirty life.

(End of this chapter)