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Yuan Zheng's hands were already trembling badly, and a deep sense of powerlessness surrounded him from all directions, and he was deeply trapped in a dangerous vortex, as if he would be swallowed alive in the next moment.

Gradually, the vision in front of me blurred.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and laughed foolishly.

The laughter was hoarse and low, echoing in the air, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Wrong.

He was wrong.

Wrong from the start!

How could Chu Zhesheng betray him?

how could be?

She is Chu Zhesheng.But why did he just believe Chu Yiyi's words?

Another mouthful of blood spewed out, and he was about to say something, but a suffocating pain suddenly rose in his chest. In order to relieve the pain, he slowly bent down, but for a moment, his eyes were spinning, black and white intertwined , The whole person fell to the ground, completely plunged into darkness.

Yuan Zheng became seriously ill again and fell into a coma. The Medicine King Valley Master was treating him day and night. Fortunately, three days later, Yuan Zheng finally woke up.

But the first decree he made when he woke up was to abolish Chu Yiyi's posthumous position.

As soon as the imperial decree came out, there was an uproar.

Chu Yiyi immediately collapsed, making a fuss about going to see Yuan Zheng.

Anwei gave Yuan Zheng all the information he had investigated, and the iron-blooded emperor would have to fight to Chu Yiyi's palace with his long sword.

That night.

Thunder and lightning appeared in turn, and the torrential rain poured down, and the entire imperial city seemed to fall into a dead silence.

The pear trees in the palace were toppled by the violent wind and rain, and the remaining flowers were crushed and ruthlessly ravaged by the rain.

Yuan Zheng, dressed in a black brocade robe, came with a sword in hand.

He split open the gate of the palace with a sword, and the lightning tore through the dark sky. The silver lightning passed through the broken palace gate and shone a beam of light into the dark and damp palace.

Chu Yiyi was awakened by the violent breaking sound, she quickly got up, and looked blankly at the man at the gate of the palace.

His black robe seemed to merge with the night behind him.

Seeing Yuan Zheng, Chu Yiyi's eyes lit up, she ran towards him staggeringly, wiping her tears.

"Brother Zheng—"

Chu Yiyi was so happy that he didn't realize how abnormal Yuan Zheng was tonight.

When she was about to approach, Yuan Zheng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly drew his sword and pointed at her.

The sharp sword light made Chu Yiyi stunned in place with its sharp and unstoppable posture. There was a trace of doubt and fear in her eyes...

The distance between him and her is very close, but also very far.

A three-foot green spear separated her from him on the other side of the deep sea, and the distance between life and death was nothing more than that.

"Brother Zheng..." Chu Yiyi lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.

"Boom—"

There was another thunderclap, and the lightning soared like a giant dragon in the low-hanging sky. The silver light flashed across his face, and the murderous intent was clearly visible in his dark and cold pupils.

The black sleeves swayed in the cold wind, and the black hair fluttered with the torrential rain, outlining a strange and dangerous picture.

"Chu Yiyi, why?"

He looked like Shura who had stepped out of hell, the way he looked at her was so cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.

The hoarse tone was as harsh as the sound of a rusty giant pulling dead wood.

Chu Yiyi clasped her arms tightly and looked up at him cautiously.

"Brother Zheng... I can't understand what you are talking about."

"Why did you abolish my post? Brother Zheng... You said you would always treat me well, why did you lock me up here? Brother Zheng...I am Chu Yiyi, I miss you so much ,do you know?"

Chu Yiyi looked at him pitifully, with tears welling up in his eyes.

She is different from Chu Zhesheng in her grandeur and grace. Chu Yiyi is like a rose, delicate and pleasant, and she cries with pear blossoms and rain, which is pitiful.

Of course.

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Zheng's eyes became colder and colder, his thin lips outlined a cruel smile, and the long sword in his hand danced in the dark night, drawing a string of silver light.

Hand up, sword down.

Jian Ren cut off a slender finger of Chu Yiyi at a speed invisible to the naked eye!

"what--"

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