After rebirth, I was entangled by the enemy's protons

Chapter 207 Past and Present
"Really, really... Cough cough cough... Brother, I'm awake."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Chu Lin stared at Chu Yun, and saw his eyelids move, slowly opened his eyes, and smiled weakly.

Although his expression was sluggish, his ink-colored eyes were full of stubbornness and determination.

Chu Lin: "..." Now he takes back what he just said, is there still time?

Chu Yun struggled to climb from the ground to the tree, leaned against the tree, and said again: "Brother, will you forgive me?"

As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood by the way.

"Brother, why don't you forgive me?" He asked again, his eyes clear and innocent.

Chu Lin gritted her teeth and looked away, seeing another small black and red pill in Chu Yi's hand, and immediately changed the subject: "Liu Liu, what is this?"

He was referring to the detoxification pill that Xiao Yan gave him, which was said to be congealed from his blood.

Just as Chu Yi was about to speak, he suddenly felt the sound of wind breaking from the side.

"Six six!"

Chu Lin was scared out of his wits. The moment he saw the silver light, he stood up and grabbed Chu Yi's hand as fast as he could.

It was a long silvery-white needle that came straight for Chu Yi.

At such a close distance, even though Chu Lin's movements were extremely fast, he could barely hold Chu Yi in his arms. The next moment, the long needle brushed against her left arm, cut through her clothes, and left a bloodstain.

Immediately, the long needle plunged into a nearby peach tree.

Fortunately, it was just a bloodstain. Chu Lin was relieved when he noticed that the bloodstain was no longer than the length of a thumb, and as thin as a hair.

Yin Bing drew out his soft sword, dragged out a icy cold light, and followed the needle giver.

The one who released the silver needle hidden weapon turned out to be the archer who had just been stabbed in the heart by Chu Yi!

The sword wound on his chest was still bleeding, but his eyes were staring at Chu Yi crazily.

Drinking Bing's sword fell, and in an instant, the archer's neck, which was already seriously injured, had a touch of blood on his neck. He only let out a "grunt" from his throat, and completely stopped breathing.

"Liu Liu, how are you?" Chu Lin asked hastily.

Chu Yun stretched his neck, with shock and fear in his eyes: "Yi'er, is there something strange about your body?"

"He didn't die... I'm fine, brother's injury is still not healed, so don't be tired."

Chu Yi came out of Chu Lin's arms, turned around and saw the archer fell to the ground, and frowned in surprise.

Chu Yun didn't have the strength to stand up yet, and almost fainted again because of excitement.

"It's fine, it's fine." Chu Lin murmured in fear.

Chu Yun narrowed his eyes and looked at the archer who fell to the ground, and said: "Judging from the amount of bleeding, his heart seems to be the opposite of that of ordinary people, so although Yi'er's sword pierced in just now, he still has a breath. Deliberately waiting for us to let our guard down—”

As he spoke, his complexion changed, and he suddenly turned to look at the war horse he was riding on the ground.

The horse had been dead for a long time, and the blood flowing from the wound was black in color.

"His arrows and needles are poisonous!"

Before the words were finished, the poisonous effect kicked in, and Chu Yi felt a sudden dizziness, and a piercing pain came from her arm, as if it wanted to split her whole life apart.

She grunted, gritted her teeth, controlled her body and knelt on one knee, letting go of her hand covering the wound.

The extremely fine bloodstain has turned into a terrifying jet black, extending to both sides like a black silk thread——

Chu Lin was terrified: "I, I will go to the Dingyuan Army right away, there are military doctors accompanying the army—"

Chu Yi, who was covered in cold sweat and trembling constantly, couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood.

She held down Chu Lin's clenched arm with one hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, and comforted her intermittently in a low voice: "It's okay, I, I brought Xiao Yan's detoxification pill."

Facing the worried and nervous eyes of her eldest brother and Sanhuang brother, she raised her head and swallowed the antidote pill.

This is the detoxification pill that Xiao Yan somehow congealed with his own blood. The rust-like taste spread in his mouth. Chu Yi felt that the rusty taste of the detoxification pill was stronger than the blood he fed her when she was stabbed and injured last time.

The elixir entered the mouth, and the tingling pain spreading across the arm disappeared instantly.

Chu Yi's body swayed a bit and she became dizzy, but at least the wound didn't hurt anymore.

The black blood line shrank back at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a faint pink.

The moment before he fell into a coma, Chu Yi only had time to show a smile to the two brothers, and said, "You guys are really brothers—"

"Yi'er!"

"Liu Liu! Liu Liu, wake up—"

"Ayi..."

"younger sister!"

Chu Yi heard someone calling her name, but there was only darkness in front of her eyes, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open her eyes.

Shangjing thousands of miles away.

Xiao Yan sat under the peach blossom tree in Weiyang Palace, holding a copper bell in his hand.

He was dressed in red, with moon-white hairbands framing his eyebrows and eyes. When the breeze blew, a few light-colored petals fell on his body, which was not as good as his stunning face, nor the deep affection in his phoenix eyes.

In his previous life, he liked to wear black clothes, because Yan Guo was still black, and because he was always stained with blood, black could not easily see blood, and would not scare Chu Yi.

But now he likes red clothes because Chu Yi likes him to wear red clothes.

At this moment, in the courtyard of Weiyang Palace, there is only Zhenxue alone, outside, Zhang Xiaonian has brought He Si to guard him.

Zhenxue looked at Xiao Yan with complicated eyes, and said, "Master Xiao really wants to do this?"

Xiao Yan raised the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice: "It's just a try. You are proficient in medical skills. If something happens to me, what can you do in time? If it doesn't help me, I will die and go crazy. You can do it with all this blood." Take it for medicine."

He has already told Zhenxue about his physique and the effect of the soul bell he heard from Qingrong.

"That's right, anyway, Mr. Xiao, you still have a few drops of blood left in making blood coagulation pills yesterday, so don't waste it."

Zhenxue sighed, that's all she could say.

Just yesterday, Xiao Yan came back from being injured outside the palace, and said that when he was going to rescue Yi Yun, he was accidentally attacked by Luan Tikong. In addition to the shoulder injury, he was also stabbed in the center.

He didn't tell Chu Yi, but hated that he was injured, so he couldn't accompany Chu Yi to chase the eldest prince.

The ancient prescription Ningxue Pill is to mix the blood of a person's heart into nourishing herbs and solidify it into a pill.

In the past, when Xiao Yan took blood, he always took his arm, but this time, since his heart vein happened to be injured, it happened to be a blood coagulation pill.

And what Qingrong said, the soul bell can bring the dead back to life, and the living can live forever, what is needed is the heart and soul of the person who bears the blood of the emperor.

Xiao Yan asked Zhenxue to make two blood coagulation pills for him overnight, one for the queen mother to detoxify, and the other for the princess for self-defense.

"Since this thing is in my hand, I will give it a try."

Xiao Yan's face was a little pale, which was the result of drawing blood from his heart.

Zhenxue recalled yesterday's scene, her heart bleeds, and the pain of cutting bones and gouging out her heart is nothing more than this.

Just to make a self-defense antidote pill for the princess.

Xiao Yan's thin lips were indifferent and colorless, the golden sunlight coated his thin and clear face, and also made his amber phoenix eyes seem transparent.

He is like a ray of elegant and indifferent spring breeze, pale, elegant, ready to ascend at any moment, only his eyes are particularly firm.

He couldn't remember some things from his previous life.

It would be fine if he just couldn't remember things that had nothing to do with Chu Yi, but he couldn't remember what happened after Yi left.

The claim that Hunling can live forever has long been proven to be false, but in his previous life, he relied on Hunling to bring Ayi back to life, so this time, if he wants to think of everything in advance, he has to try it out. Drop it and see what happens.

Xiao Yan didn't want to entrust their life and death on a dead thing, and he didn't want the slightest deviation in their future.

He picked up the white jade cup that was placed on the stone table, inside was a little bit of blood left over from making blood coagulation pills last night.

Xiao Yan tilted the jade cup, dripped his heart's blood on the soul bell, and shook it gently.

The bell rings, the soul returns—

He only heard Zhenxue call "Master Xiao", and felt sleepy.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The moment the blood from his heart touched the soul bell, it happened to be the moment when Chu Yi drank the Blood Congealing Pill.

"You are Xiao Yan? You are Xiao Yan! You lunatic, lunatic!"

Chu Yi finally opened his eyes, feeling a little dazed.

How the hell did she see the dead Fan Qiongran?

Fan Qiongran was close at hand, with no demeanor, like a shrew, pointing at the tip of her nose and cursing furiously, with a trace of fear in her eyes.

Chu Yi realized that he might have entered Xiao Yan's dream again, and this might have happened in his previous life.

She looked around curiously, and gradually found clues.

In the past, she couldn't see everyone's face clearly in the dream, but this time, she could clearly see Fan Qiongran's hysterical expression, her silver hair at the temples, and even her crazy and desperate eyes.

She turned around and saw Xiao Yan standing opposite Fan Qiongran.

Oh, Fan Qiongran was scolding him, his lonely soul was accidentally caught between the two of them.

She hurried to the side to watch the fun.

This time, she clearly saw Xiao Yan from her previous life.

He was dressed in black battle armor, and the cloak behind his back was also black. His figure was as tall and straight as he remembered, and he held a long sword dripping blood in his hand.

The familiar face was stern and delicate, wrapped in a cold and heavy black helmet, which reflected his sickly pale skin, and a few drops of scarlet blood swelled at the end of his sharp eyes, adding a bit of evil spirit to him.

The light and clear phoenix eyes were like a beast that had lost its mind, dyed with the most gloomy and crazy blood color, and the crimson lips were pursed into a line.

This is Xiao Yan from the previous life, but not the ruthless and impeccable Yu Wang Xiao Yan she is familiar with.

Although that Xiao Yan was arrogant and cruel, he still had reason and was cruel and ruthless. How could he become like this?
Chu Yi lowered her head, and saw Xiao Yan wearing black short boots embroidered with black gold and dragon patterns. Under his feet and behind him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Dragon pattern?The collar exposed under his battle armor was also embroidered with dark golden dragon patterns.

Chu Yi suddenly understood.

After his death, Xiao Yan finally ascended the throne as emperor, so Xiao Jixing had already been overthrown by him.

So here is...

"Xiao Yan, you will die badly. You have killed Man Rong, and you have to kill Dayan, you devil—"

Xiao Yan didn't care about Fan Qiongran's roaring and cursing at all, there was only monstrous hatred and indifference in his eyes.

He came with blood, like a Shura ghost crawling out of hell.

Fan Qiongran cursed for a long time, but gradually she dared not speak.

She knelt down in front of Xiao Yan, kowtowed and begged for mercy, blood flowed from her forehead.

Chu Yi noticed that Fan was still wearing a gorgeous palace dress and a delicate phoenix hairpin on her head. She looked at other places, and behind Xiao Yan was a sea of ​​fire and blood, but here was a magnificent hall.

Chu Yi guessed where this place was.

Here is Linjiang where Chu Zhao fled to proclaim himself emperor after the subjugation of the country, and it is the Nanyan in the world's population!

The next moment, Xiao Yan raised his long sword and dropped it.

He kills without explaining to the victim.

Fresh blood shot up into the sky and splashed on Xiao Yan's robe and battle armor. Because it was black, it was not obvious.

Only then did Chu Yi realize that Xiao Yan's clothes were bleeding.

How many people did he kill before he would be as terrifying as being fished out of blood?
Xiao Yan didn't even look at the corpse on the ground with a different head, but lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised a particularly obvious arc.

"Ayi, wait for me, I will avenge you."

His voice was very low, extremely gentle, like whispering love words in Chu Yi's ear.

When Chu Yi heard his hoarse voice, she felt like she wanted to cry. She watched him stretch out her hand, but she could only pass through his body.

"You don't hesitate to mobilize an army to destroy my Dayan. It turns out that it is because of your mother. It turns out that you love Chu Yi."

A familiar voice sounded.

Chu Yi followed the prestige and saw Chu Zhao appearing not far away, as if he came in a hurry, with wind in his clothes.

He stood against the light at the entrance of the hall, his face cloudy and uncertain.

Chu Zhao was dressed in a black dragon robe, a jade dragon crown, and a sword of the Son of Heaven on his waist. His eyes were gloomy and unruly, with a faint bruise in his eyes.

Facing Chu Zhao like this, Chu Yi felt extremely complicated.

Fortunately, in this life, things did not develop to this point.

Chu Zhao was much older than now, his eyes swept across the dead Fan Qiongran on the ground, there was shock, despair, and very little grief and pleasure in his eyes.

"If I knew that Chu Yi was killed by my mother, I would have killed her with my own hands." His tone was full of self-deprecation.

Behind Chu Zhao, countless black-armored soldiers suddenly appeared. Chu Yi originally thought that those people were soldiers from Nanyan, because the country of Yan was still black.

Suddenly, she froze.

Among these people, she saw the one-eyed Jiang Xianying, the old and heroic Uncle Chu, and Geng Chuan in golden armor.

Are they Yong soldiers? !

Yong Guo is still red, why do they wear black armor?

Xiao Yan turned around slowly, looked at Chu Zhao, his eyes were red, and said word by word:
"The Dayan she likes has long since disappeared. Even Linjiang deserves to be called Dayan?"

Chu Zhao opened his mouth, his Adam's apple choked and rolled, and he knelt down slowly on the ground.

"The general situation is gone, the general situation is gone, Chu Yi..." He whimpered like a wild animal from the depths of his throat.

"I thought that one day, I would be able to save you...Why, why can't you wait for me..."

"puff!"

The sword in Xiao Yan's hand had already pierced deeply into Chu Zhao's heart.

"You, too, deserve it?" Xiao Yan's voice was icy cold.

The blood instantly dyed Chu Zhao's black dragon robe red, and gathered at his feet into a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)