"Song Beile, let me go, let me go, you lunatic, even if you die, you will hold me as your backing!"

Holding Nalan Yuchan's waist tightly with both hands, Huang Beile almost wanted to embed her into his flesh out of hatred.

"Nalan Yuchan, you are right, you can all do this to me, why can't I drag you to be buried with you!"

"Yu'er!"

Mu Qinghan was startled, and he jumped up and flew towards the two of them.[

The clothes of the two girls were entangled in the sky, but their bodies were about to fall to the ground.

"Song Beile, if you want to die, don't hold me back!"

Nalan Yuchan then started fighting with Huang Beile in the air.

"Song Beile, if I want to be buried with you, stop dreaming!"

During the struggle, Nalan Yuchan took out the dagger she had been hiding from her waist and said with a sneer: "Sister Princess, let me give you a ride!"

Huang Beile opened her eyes wide, thinking that Nalan Yuchan was her, but she didn't expect that Nalan Yuchan stabbed herself with a dagger.

The dagger was stained with blood, and Nalan Yuchan screamed in pain: "Ah, sister!"

Huang Beile looked at Nalan Yuchan's movements in shock, "Yu'er!" Mu Qinghan's eyes almost turned red when he saw it.

The long sword in his hand was unsheathed and pierced Huang Beile's heart from behind.

The man's urgent pain seemed to be right next to her ears, but Huang Beile felt her whole body freezing, and finally let go of Nalan Yuchan's hand.

I lowered my head and saw the nine-star cold sword that pierced my heart. The nine stars on it would only shine brightly when someone was killed and stained with blood.

This sword, this sword, was made of black iron sent by Fan Bang. It was a token of love that Huang Beile gave to Mu Qinghan. Now when the nine-star sword lights up again.

But when Huang Bei Le was about to die, the sharp sword suddenly withdrew, and Huang Bei Le's body floated down like a feather.

"Yu'er."

Mu Qinghan didn't even take another look at the girl in white, and ran towards Nalan Yuchan and hugged her waist.

Huang Beile's whole body kept falling, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

"Mu Qinghan, I hate you, I hate you... If I could be reborn, I would definitely want you to live forever and never have peace. I curse you, I curse you to get nothing. I want your country and all your beauty to be destroyed.

It's nothing, but the sky has eyes. I use the most noble phoenix blood in the Northern Song Dynasty as a curse. If the Chen Kingdom is immortal and Mu Qinghan is immortal, this curse will exist forever!"

"Howl"

Once this curse is applied, the color of the heaven and earth changes, the sky suddenly bursts into flames, and a big red bird flies out.[

The phoenix eyes look down at the world and despise the common people.

"Ah, what is that? What is that!"

Seeing this scene, one hundred thousand soldiers and horses were all shocked.

Mu Qinghan was surprised when he saw this scene. His cold eyes glanced at the woman who was about to fall to the ground. He was confused for a moment, but in the end the doubtful emotion was replaced by indifference. He shouted with splitting eyes: "All soldiers, listen to the order.

Shoot this witch to death with a sharp arrow!"

With an order, all the soldiers who had just fallen on their backs came to their senses and said, "Kill the witch! Kill the witch!"

"Dreams of the country, beauties and passionate people, love is too easy to talk about, promises are too light; swords pierce the heart, hatred is everywhere, the beauty in the arms is smiling, but the beautiful face is not seen crying and crying blood. It is said that all men are unlucky..."

Facing this scene, Huang Beile sang a tuneless song, and in an instant, thousands of arrows rained down on him.

She felt the last of her soul floating out of her body, her thoughts became chaotic, and darkness swept over her.

"Howl!"
Chapter completed!