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

Chapter 208
"Chu Zhao!"

Chu Yi couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and watched the blood burst out from Chu Zhao's chest, splashing Xiao Yan all over his body.

Xiao Yan didn't have any expression on his face, he gently let go of his hand, and let the long sword be stuck in Chu Zhao's chest.

"If there is an afterlife...I will only be yours, fourth brother, and I will never...yes...no...again."

Big mouthfuls of blood overflowed from the corners of Chu Zhao's lips. He looked down at his chest, then stared at the void, and closed his eyes after saying the last three words.

"Fourth brother..." Chu Yi whispered.

In the previous life, Chu Zhao died at the hands of Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan didn't look at him any more, and stumbled out.

Chu Yi's wandering soul didn't have time to wipe away his tears, so he just looked back, and saw Chu Zhao kneeling above the blood-stained hall, with his head up, his hair crown rolling off.

She followed Xiao Yan and watched him walk out of the main hall, Nanyan Palace, and the long street along Linjiang, every step left a blood-stained footprint, and blood spread all the way.

Blood was flowing and the flames were soaring into the sky. Soldiers in black armor were fighting fiercely everywhere, and innocent people were screaming and screaming.

With a sound of "clang", Xiao Yan took off his helmet and threw it on the ground casually.

His black hair was scattered, covering his dull and dull eyes.

A few strands of silver-white hair pierced into Chu Yi's eyes.

His face is only 30 years old, but his hair is already gray.

As he walked, he took out a light pink candy from his arms, put it in his mouth, and muttered to himself.

"Chu Yi, will you blame me? I have already torn Yiqiu's body into tens of thousands of pieces, killed that woman Fan Qiongran, and even killed your fourth brother..."

"Nan, no, I still want to call this place Linjiang. Due to the war, mountains and rivers have been broken and countless people have been displaced. I know you don't want to see such a scene, but it is your wish to restore the country for Dayan. Now this wish, I've done it for you."

"If you were still here, you would definitely point at my nose and call me a ruthless, cruel tyrant, right?"

"Ayi, please scold me again, okay?"

"Ayi, the days I lost you are longer than the days I have you."

This is the third year since Chu Yi left.

And she married him in just two years.

Xiao Yan did not shed tears.

On the day Chu Yi passed away, he had already shed all the tears in his life.

He just walked, walked, Chu Yi accompanied him, and slowly disappeared into the boundless blood.

He once destroyed a country for her.

……

"Your Majesty, everything has been settled. The son of Yuan Mo is dead, and the brothers Xiao Cong and Xiao Yu have lost their last thought. General Geng has also contacted King Jing. After His Majesty... leaves, he will leave his official position." , Assisting Xiao Jiming's youngest son Xiao An to ascend the throne.

It's just that Xiao An is only eight years old after all, Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please think twice..."

The picture gradually became clear.

Chu Yi saw Jiang Yanying, who had only one eye left, and knelt down on the ground, crying uncontrollably as he spoke.

She knew that Xiao Cong and Xiao Yu were both Xiao Jixing's sons, and that Xiao Jiming seemed to be the late prince who was the same generation as Xiao Jixing.

She suddenly reacted, and her whole body was shocked.

Is Xiao Yan... explaining the funeral?
"Is there no other way? Your Majesty, do you have to do this?" Jiang Xianying asked with tears streaming down her face at the end.

On the side, an old doctor who looked familiar to Chu Yi, who seemed to have seen him in the palace, shook his head after taking his pulse.

"Your Majesty, forgive me for your incompetence. You were seriously injured when you went to Linjiang, and now the injury is still not healed, but... you have taken blood from your heart several times. You have already used ginseng and holy lotus, but you have already lost all your energy and blood. Tuo is still alive, but he is powerless to return to heaven."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down tremblingly, closed his eyes, and prepared himself to bear the emperor's wrath.

The man on the dragon chair suddenly let out a pleasant and relaxed laugh.

"Great."

When Xianying heard these three words, her tears became more and more unstoppable, and the old doctor was also stunned, then she understood and wiped away her tears.

Chu Yi moved her eyes slowly, even in a dream, her pupils trembled.

She thought that what she saw would be a skinny and dying Xiao Yan.

But not so.

Xiao Yan at this moment is almost no different from Xiao Yan who destroyed a country just now.

It's just that the black armor was replaced by a black dragon robe, and he was sitting on the dragon chair, with a few strands of silver and white in his black hair, winding and scattered on the dragon chair, his eyes were still flamboyant, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

But his face was too pale, and there was almost no trace of blood on his handsome face, but the curvature of the corners of his lips did not change at all.

His amber eyes are half-closed, like a civet cat that seems to be half asleep, half awake.

The soft sunlight sprinkled fragments of light from the ridge of the window, reflecting on his bloodless face. He raised his hand and brushed his fingertips over the things placed on the jade plate in front of him inch by inch.

Chu Yi followed his hand and saw the things on the jade plate, her heart sank suddenly.

It was a hollow silver needle a few inches long, the sharp end was stained with blood, and beside it lay a blood-stained soul bell, gauze, and a bowl of black-red soup medicine, with a few pink hard candies scattered beside it.

"How long do I have?"

Xiao Yan asked calmly, running his finger across the silver needle, his eyes faintly beating with a frenzy that made people tremble.

The old doctor said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, if you don't take heart blood and rest carefully, you may be able to prolong your life for more than one year, but if your majesty still wants to use heart blood to test the bell, maybe it will only be three months..."

"Three months is too long."

He picked up a candy, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and seemed very dissatisfied with the result.

"If I die, the body will be burnt to the ground. There is no need to enter the imperial tomb. Don't leave anything in this world. The imperial tomb is bad luck."

"His Majesty……"

"Go down."

After a while, everyone including Jiang Xianying and the old doctor were pushed back by Xiao Yan.

"Why isn't this candy sweet at all?" He sat alone on the cold dragon chair and asked lightly, with doubts in his eyes.

Immediately, Xiao Yan chewed the candy in his mouth, took off his outer robe and inner garment, revealing his cold white chest with clear texture.

On his chest, there were several red spots of blood, which meant that he had taken blood from his heart before.

Chu Yi knew that Xiao Yan wanted to use the silver needle to draw blood alone.

She couldn't stop it from happening, and this time, she couldn't wake up somehow, so she could only watch the scene in front of her.

Chu Yi bit her lip, stretched out her translucent hand, and gently grasped Xiao Yan's hand holding the silver needle in the void.

As long as she exerts a little force, her hands will spread across his body, because now she is just a wisp of soul that is about to disperse.

"If I come, Xiao Yan, will it not hurt you so much?"

Transparent teardrops slipped down, and Chu Yi spoke in a low voice.

Xiao Yan's hand was very steady, she felt his rapid heartbeat, and following his hand, the silver needle slowly sank into one of the blood spots.

"Ayi..." Xiao Yan's breath was long, and he trembled uncontrollably. The fingertips holding the needle were blue and white, and there were slender marks from the pressing.

As the silver needle completely pierced his heart, his already discolored face became more lifeless.

"Are you by my side? This time, it doesn't hurt at all."

He suddenly raised his head, and looked at Chu Yi who was close at hand, and he did not forget to show a faint smile, and his hoarse voice was exceptionally gentle.

It was impossible for him to see himself, but Chu Yi felt that for a moment, they looked at each other through the dream and the previous life.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, he was still smiling, looking at the blood from his heart falling from the other end of the silver needle, dripping onto the soul bell that was already covered in blood.

He opened his eyes wide from the pain, and his amber pupils were almost transparent, but he did not lose the smile on his lips.

However, Soul Bell did not respond.

"Three months... It doesn't matter if you don't want it, Ah Yi, I'm really tired, and I don't want to try again and again like this, and fail again and again."

He suddenly smiled brightly, and a smear of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, making him look bright red.

"Xiao Yan, what are you going to do?" Chu Yi stretched out her hands to stop him, her hands even trembled.

Xiao Yan yanked the silver needle out of his heart!
A stream of hot blood spewed out and splashed onto the blue-gray ground. He groaned, arched his body suddenly, and collapsed.

He supported his body not to fall, grabbed the last three or four candies on the jade plate, and put them all in his mouth.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan..."

Chu Yi was crying and wanted to hug him.

At that moment, Xiao Yan's ashen and dilated pupils lit up, he stretched out his hand, as if to touch Chu Yi's face, but retracted his hand cautiously, with more hope in his eyes.

"Ayi, I seem to have seen you. Is it you... But my hands are so dirty, a lot of blood, full of blood, I still don't touch you." His breathing was depressed.

Immediately, under Chu Yi's mournful eyes, he slowly opened his blood-stained lips:

"What I miss is in my heart, what I think, the soul returns..."

"The soul returns..."

The deep voice is like a distant and misty singing, so close and yet so far away.

Chu Yi opened her hand and found that her already translucent body became more blurred, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

And the blood-stained soul bell, accompanied by his voice, made a brisk sound.

"It doesn't matter whether I can see you again by this method, Chu Yi, I don't ask for myself, I only ask that if there is an afterlife, your life will be healthy and smooth, safe...joy."

After Xiao Yan finished speaking, he picked up the soul bell and put it on his heart, then picked up the Tianzi sword next to his hand, aimed at himself and stabbed hard!

"Crack-"

The soul bell collided with the tip of the sword, making a crisp sound, and then was pierced half an inch by the tip of the sword, leaving a bloody bell mark on his chest.

Blood spurted out, completely soaking the soul bell.

"So that's how the scar came about."

Chu Yi broke down in tears and murmured to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open, and Chu Feibai and Xianying rushed in. Seeing the scene of the emperor committing suicide, her face was filled with horror and shock.

"Isn't it just taking blood from your heart?!"

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"

Chu Yi found that her body was slowly dissipating as the sound of the bell gradually became louder. She suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain, as if the sword had not only passed through Xiao Yan's body, but also passed through herself. heart.

but……

She doesn't care about that.

She just stubbornly looked at Xiao Yan who had fallen to the ground.

Blood soaked under him, and his blood drained little by little.

And Xiao Yan slowly closed his eyes, with a soft smile on his lips.

He said, "Ayi, I'm here to find you."

This is his dream.

This is his past.

Chu Yi suddenly felt that from now on, he would never fall into Xiao Yan's dream again.

At the last moment, she saw Xiao Yan's tearful amber eyes when she passed away.

The tear was hot and fell on her heart.

Immediately, everything disappeared, and after a strong attraction, only a white light remained in front of her eyes.

"So... at that time, three years had passed."

She thought it was only a moment from her death to her rebirth, but in fact, a long time had passed.

Those three years were the three years Xiao Yan exhausted his efforts in order to avenge himself, to resurrect himself, and even just for a illusory legend.

In the third year after she left, he destroyed a country for her and shed all his blood, only asking for a safe and happy afterlife for her.

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"Six six, six six..."

Chu Lin frowned, trying to wake up the sleepy Chu Yi.

"Brother, don't call her. The military doctor also said just now that Yi'er's poison has been cured. She is just... sleeping." Chu Yun limped to pick up the dry firewood on the ground and put it on the raised firewood next to her. In the fire, he said helplessly.

Chu Lin glanced at him, and said coldly, "What does it matter to you that I call my younger sister?"

Chu Yun's face was pale, and he laughed at himself with tears in his eyes: "Ahem, brother, didn't you forgive me? Before Yi'er fell asleep, he said that you and I are very similar. Forget it, my sick and weak body, I can't live without it." It's useless, it's better to die early..."

Chu Lin: "..."

The fire became hotter, and drinking ice sat in front of the fire, turning the rabbit with the sword on it.

"It's almost an hour now." Chu Lin didn't want to talk to Chu Yun, turned around and said in a low voice, "How can Liuliu sleep?"

Chu Yun still spoke up: "It should be a side effect of the detoxification pill she took."

"Ugh, woohoo-"

There was a muffled hum from the side, and Luan Tilan was tied to a tree trunk with sackcloth stuffed in his mouth, he could only look at them with murderous eyes, and let out an angry roar from his throat.

Yin Bing ignored her, his blue eyes flickered, he walked up to Chu Yi, and put the roasted rabbit meat exuding a strong fragrance in Chu Yi's nose.

However, Chu Yi still didn't respond.

"I won't wake up, that's all, let her sleep." Chu Lin said helplessly.

At this time, a drop of cold tears slipped from the corner of Chu Yi's eyes.

Yin Bing asked doubtfully, "Could it be that Ah Yi, was made to cry?"

As she spoke, ignoring Chu Yun's expectant expression, she tore off the rabbit's leg and ate it.

Finally, a group of Dingyuan troops who were in charge of hunting Luan Tikong came back.

The leading soldiers ran in front of Chu Lin, with an embarrassed expression on their faces: "General, the third prince, you are humble and incompetent, let Luan Tikong run away—"

The corner of Chu Lin's mouth twitched, trying to calm down his blood, suppressing his anger and interrupting him: "Run away? What are you doing for food, the forest is not big, Liuliu asked you to guard the entrance and exit, how did Luan Tikong run away?" ? Can he fly! "

The soldier scratched his head, and then said: "But, but, someone killed him one step faster than the humble officer..."

Chu Lin: "Aren't you fucking unable to finish talking in one breath?"

(End of this chapter)