Before she finished speaking, she felt a sudden chill in her chest, and a strange pain spread from her chest and penetrated into the bones. She lowered her head blankly and looked at her chest where a short knife was inserted, and the hilt was in Xuan Li's hand. Xuan Li looked at her and smiled slightly, and the irritability in her eyes suddenly increased. She deliberately slowly turned the knife in her hand for another week, and the sound of flesh rotating could almost be heard.

"Since I shouldn't blame you, I should thank you. I'll give you a ride?" Xuan Li's voice was light, but there was a chilling feeling in his mouth. Dan Zhen stared at her wound in disbelief. She wanted to shout for help. She wanted to call Yuanchuan, Qiman, and a servant outside, but she couldn't say a word. She was so cold that she opened her mouth and opened, but she just didn't have the strength.

The tip of the short knife was poisoned. Xuan Li slowly pulled out the short knife from Qiman's chest. At that moment, blood splashed out. Xuan Li took out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe the dirt on the tip of the knife, put the knife back into the scabbard, looked down at the woman who fell to the ground and died with her eyes open. She admired the corpse on the ground for a long time, and then smiled slowly: "I should have killed you from the beginning, idiot."

He turned and walked out of the house.

Dan Zhen's body was in the room, and the blood smudged from his chest gradually turned the ground under his body red. Dan Zhen never expected that Xuan Li would attack her until his death. Perhaps she didn't realize how big the mistake she had made, nor did she realize that Xuan Li was much more cruel than she wanted, but what she didn't realize was probably that she was not as important as she imagined. The reason why she was fearless was simply because she wanted Xuan Li to form an alliance with her and had to rely on the power of their southern Xinjiang. But she forgot that there was more than one person in southern Xinjiang who could make decisions now. She was the saint of southern Xinjiang. There was also a princess in southern Xinjiang. Qiman was smarter than her, tolerant than her, and knew how to trade with Xuan Li. When a person was not the only choice, and even with a better alternative, it was just a very simple thing to wipe her out.

Dan Zhen never expected that her life would be ruined so quickly until she died. She had not seen that Jiang Ruan was worse than death, nor did she see that Xiao Shao had to surrender to her from then on. She died in Xuan Li's hands because of an imperial edict. Perhaps she suddenly understood for a moment why Jiang Ruan wanted to say those words to her, those who mislead her and made her think that the imperial edict was indeed Xuan Pei's name, was nothing more than to burn the imperial edict with her, and then use her character to completely break up with Xuan Li. She might have even expected Xuan Li's reaction, knowing that Xuan Li was a sensitive and fragile personality that could not be trampled on by anyone, and would definitely take her life.

When Dan Zhen was in southern Xinjiang, he heard that Jiang Ruan was a person who was good at guessing people's hearts. Dan Zhen didn't agree, but this disapproval eventually ruined her own life. Jiang Ruan set up a series of tasks from the beginning, and she wanted to proclaim the great cause of family and country, and also wanted Dan Zhen's life. She did nothing, but just gently stirred Dan Zhen's emotions, which caused such an uncontrollable situation. She was indeed a woman who was good at taking advantage of people's weaknesses, a terrible woman.

But in the end, these experiences could only dissipate on the land of Dajinchao with her life. It was impossible to conquer the sky where the eagle was located and the land where the wild wolf was located.

The door was pushed open, and Yuanchuan's voice sounded: "Saint..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped and his eyes fell on the corpse lying horizontally on the ground.

Yuanchuan was stunned for a moment, and he seemed to be stunned and did not dare to move forward. After a moment, he seemed to finally understand. He walked over and squatted down and helped Danzhen into his arms. There was only a cold corpse in his arms, and there was no more anger. Yuanchuan was stunned immediately.

"How could it be...How could it be..." Yuanchuan murmured, calling in a low voice: "Saint, Saint!"

The only answer to him was dead silence. Dan really dyed his clothes red, and the blood was still a little black and purple. He suddenly hugged Dan really in his arms and whimpered in pain.

If a person from southern Xinjiang passes by at this moment, he will definitely be surprised by Yuanchuan's expression. This man who has never been mysterious and does not show his true face has always been extremely cruel. Almost everyone who works under him will be afraid of him from the bottom of his heart, because this man is uneasy, and he seems to simply like killing and bloodthirsty. Such a devilish man will cry out because of others, looking extremely sad.

He called in a low voice: "You are not saying that I am your most loyal servant, the best knife you have used. I want to help you achieve your wish, how can you die now..."

Yuanchuan's eyes were a little crazy. He frantically printed his kiss on the face of the person in his arms, and his expression was already crazy. He had always known his position. In front of Dan Zhen, he was just a dog that could bite people. He knew whoever Dan Zhen thought he was, so what if he treated himself as a dog. In any case, Dan Zhen wanted him to bite whoever he wanted? There was only one person in this world who could get all his loyalty. Even if this woman had no place in her heart, he would be happy.

She is the saint who came down from heaven to save sinners, and he is the sinner who is humble to the dust. The saint is also a human being, and has his own emotions and six desires, but cannot be relieved. He is willing to be a knife in the hand of the saint. If the blood is dirty, it will be dirty with his hands. He will eradicate all obstacles on the road for her. She only needs to be that clean and pure saint.

But now, there is only a corpse left in his arms, and nothing is left. His faith and the people he will follow throughout his life. Yuanchuan slowly put down the person in his arms, and reached out to take off the mask that never left his face. Half of the face under the mask was covered with gullies, and the scars of the original one could be vaguely seen. And half of the face covered by the mask could be seen with a word "prison" branded with an iron.

It was a serious crime he had committed. He was beaten with a whip and a red-hot soldering iron was used to brand the word "prison" on his face. At that time, when he was about to cast the other side, he heard an ethereal voice: "Stop."

The torture of pain came to an abrupt end. He raised his head and saw a red dress, his magnificent eyes, the woman was like a fairy in the sky, with a graceful posture, and said, "It is not someone who cannot forgive sin, please spare him."

He had committed no serious crime, but he had offended the noble man. The woman's words saved him. Later, Yuanchuan could not forget the woman at all times, and finally found a chance to see her again, expressing his willingness to follow her with her for a lifetime of sacrifice.
Chapter completed!