The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 385 Fall of the Grassland King
Before he could finish speaking, Han Yefei coughed up a mouthful of black and red thick blood, the blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, his eyes could hardly focus anymore, he just felt that the body he held in his arms was surprisingly warm, so good Reluctant to let go.

"This, this life, it's not going to work, I'm waiting for the next life, I will marry you."

After saying this, Han Yefei took out Wang Ling's token from his body, stuffed it into Hong Xiu's hand, and told her: "I can't do it, but, but I can't lose you, this, this Wang Ling, Yes, it can save your life... and, no, it can be the enemy of Wuxie."

Although Hongxiu didn't speak, the tears on her face flowed all over her face, mixed with the rain, and flowed into her mouth, which was bitter.

Seeing that Hongxiu didn't speak, Han Yefei grabbed her shoulders forcefully, his fingers almost digging into her flesh: "Listen, do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Hongxiu held Wang Ling tightly, and nodded fiercely: "I understand your Majesty, please persevere, please, persevere... we..."

She wanted to say that he wanted her last night, but when the words came to her lips, Hong Xiu didn't know how to say that she and Han Yefei were just an accident.

What qualifications does she have? She is Han Yefei's woman.

Han Yefei nodded in satisfaction, the loss of strength forced Han Yefei to lie on Hongxiu's back, he opened his eyes to look at the sky, but wherever he went, it was a vast expanse of whiteness.

He couldn't help but sighed deeply, looking at Hongxiu's thin shoulders, he thought of another important thing: "After I die, you must keep your filial piety for this king for three years, and after three years, you will find a good match... "

Three years is enough for a person to come out of the pain. By then, Hongxiu will marry someone else, and Han Yefei will have no regrets.

"Your Majesty..." Hongxiu yelled sadly, shaking her head indiscriminately, letting tears flow down her cheeks: "No, Hongxiu swears to follow the King, and the King must not leave Hongxiu behind."

How could she not understand Han Yefei's thoughts.

He didn't want to admit that Hongxiu was his woman, but he was afraid that she would slip into a dead end and want to fly away with the cold night.

Not only that, but also planned the rest of her life for her.

But Han Ye Feiyue was like this, Hong Xiu's heart ached more and more, her eyes widened suddenly, and she mustered up her courage to say: "You occupy my body, I am your woman, you are my husband, if Once something happens to you, Hongxiu will never live."

"You are not my woman, and you will never be. If you want to be my woman, you are not qualified enough." The cruel words spit out from Han Yefei's mouth, every time they pierced his heart like a needle, but he couldn't Relentless.

"Your Majesty..." Hongxiu began to cry.

"Live well, if you want me to rest in peace." At this time, two iron chains suddenly grabbed Han Yefei's shoulders from behind, and a strange-looking weapon was put on Han Yefei's head. The cold blade pressed against his neck tightly, and he didn't seem to feel the danger coming.

Still confessing his last words to Hongxiu: "No matter what happens, don't look back."

"Don't..." Hong Xiu faintly felt something was wrong, and suddenly widened his eyes, only in time to grab Han Yefei's waist.

Amidst her screams, there was only a bang, like the sound of bones breaking, and warm blood spilled all over her red sleeves.

The red in front of her eyes covered the world, and the delicate and sticky blood was washed away by the rain before it dripped down her fair cheeks.

The world seemed to stop at this moment, Hongxiu trembled like a fallen leaf in the wind.

The rainwater hit her body and got into her body along her collar, and the only trace of heat was washed away.

Obviously the body behind him was still exuding residual heat, but no matter how much he covered it, he couldn't cover Hong Xiu's icy heart.

The world began to spin, and before Hongxiu lost consciousness, she heard an extremely cold voice piercing into her ears: "If you want to take his head, let Feng Wuxie come here alone, otherwise, hum... "

Hong Xiu's eyes went dark, and she fell to the ground together with Han Yefei's corpse.

The time Hongxiu woke up was on the third night. When she opened her eyes, she saw the white veil above her head.

After sleeping for three days, it was as if his soul had been sucked out of his whole body, his eyes were empty and he no longer had a trace of spirit.

Even the cheeks were sunken.

Feng Wuxie wasn't much better either, ever since seeing Han Yefei's body that day, her sanity had almost disappeared.

Her most valued friend died in front of her in such a tragic way, how could she calm down?
The zhenqi in her body wandered around indiscriminately, almost falling into a state of madness. If Jun Yeli hadn't arrived in time to slap the blood in her body, she might have already gone mad.

"Did I have a nightmare?" Hongxiu opened his mouth and spat out these words with difficulty, but the voice that was originally like a clear spring was hoarse and unpleasant as if it had dried up.

There was silence in the room, no one answered her aloud, everyone's faces were very heavy, and they didn't dare to look at Hong Xiu's pale face.

Hong Xiu's eyes turned blankly, lifeless, she looked at Feng Wuxie standing in front of her bed, and saw that she was dressed in plain white with a white belt wrapped around her waist.

The suddenly calm eyes stirred up thousands of waves, as if awakened from a dream, Hongxiu trembled his lips, closed his eyes suddenly, shook his head indiscriminately and murmured: "No, this must be a dream, a terrible dream .”

Feng Wuxie's palm-sized face looked big and bright because of her thin face these past few days.

In just three days, it seemed like a new one had been changed.

After bringing back Han Yefei's body, she didn't cry or make a fuss, and volunteered to take over the task of taking care of Hongxiu.

At first Jun Yeli was very worried, fearing that she would not cherish her body because of excessive sadness.

But what I didn't expect was that Feng Wuxie still ate and slept as usual.

Even without Jun Yeli's reminder, her work and rest are more regular than before. If she can't fall asleep, she will cook herself soothing soup.

While letting go of his heart, Jun Yeli's heart slowly lifted again, and he obviously felt that something was wrong.

Feng Wuxie's calmness surpassed that of ordinary people, except that he kept silent about Han Yefei, there was almost nothing unusual about him.

But the more she behaved like this, the more scared Jun Yeli became.

He would rather Feng Wuxie cry, quarrel and vent, than her to keep the matter in her heart.

Feng Wuxie walked slowly to Hongxiu's bedside, stretched out his hand to feel her pulse, and said in an almost business-like tone: "You are fine, it's just that you passed out because of being too sad. , just take care of yourself.”

Hearing her indifferent voice, the red sleeves with closed eyes slowly opened, and she glanced at Feng Wuxie in disbelief, her dark eyes suddenly filled with hatred.

Hongxiu struggled to sit up from the bed, suddenly raised his arm, slapped Feng Wuxie hard on the face, and shouted like crazy: "He died because of you, why did you If you don’t die, return the king to me..."

A crisp sound.

Everyone in the room was stunned, and Jun Yeli's thoughts were pulled back. When he saw the slap mark on Feng Wuxie's face, his heart ached like being pricked by a needle.

He stepped forward and pulled Feng Wuxie up, and pulled him into his arms. Looking at Hongxiu's crying face, Jun Yeli's murderous look suddenly appeared, and he said word by word: "This piece The matter has nothing to do with Wuxie, if you want to kill or fight, you come to me."

Hongxiu raised her face and looked at the two of them with a cold smile: "Come to you? Can I bring my king back by coming to you? Can I turn back time by coming to you?"

Her questioning silenced everyone.

Obviously, this is impossible, time cannot be turned back, and life cannot be resurrected either.

No one expected Han Yefei's death.

"What did your Majesty say, I have helped you so much. Now I just want to get his head back and bring him back to the grassland. You should be able to do it."

Hong Xiu left these words, and staggered out, the lobby was full of ghosts, and a golden nanmu coffin was placed in the center.

Han Yefei's body lay there quietly.

Hongxiu walked over gently, and put on the filial piety uniform handed to her by the servant. Han Yefei said that it was his wish to ask her to keep a filial piety for him for three years, and of course she would agree.

Hongxiu knelt down in front of Han Yefei's mourning hall, threw pieces of paper money into the brazier, touched the cold coffin, tears were already streaming down her face.

It's a pity that he was free and easy all his life, but he didn't leave a son and a half behind when he died.

Feng Wuxie's face was burning with pain, but she raised her head and opened her eyes to look at Jun Yeli as if she didn't feel it. Although her eyes were bright, they were expressionless.

"I'm going to fly back with Han Ye."

In the past three days, Feng Wuxie finally talked about Han Yefei, Jun Yeli looked at her red and swollen face, feeling extremely distressed.

Stretching out his hand to touch her cheek, he said distressedly, "Why are you doing this?"

Feng Wuxie touched the redness and swelling on his face indifferently, and a wry smile appeared on his mouth: "I will suffer her slap no matter what."

With Jun Yeli's skills, it was easy to stop Hongxiu, but he didn't do that, he just wanted Feng Wuxie to untie his knot.

If she sees her depressed like this again, Feng Wuxie is not crazy, Jun Yeli will go crazy.

"I'll be with you." Jun Yeli sighed deeply. He didn't know who the other party was, yet he could easily take Han Yefei's life, and even asked Feng Wuxie to go alone. How could he Can you not worry?

Feng Wuxie shook his head, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "I will personally avenge Han Yefei's revenge."

She will pay back to that person ten or a hundred times the pain that was caused to Han Yefei.

Taking a deep look at the golden nanmu coffin, even through the thick coffin, you can feel the desolation inside.

"Walk slowly on the road to Huangquan, I'll take that man's head right away, pay homage to your undead, and let him go down to accompany you." Feng Wuxie's face was frighteningly pale, but his black lacquered eyes shone even brighter.

(End of this chapter)