The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

"Let's hide it." Meng Xuanhe ran forward without delay. Ying Wugui held Meng Xuanhe's hand tightly and ran with her in front.

Meng Xuanhe, whose body had been thrown out, was now hastily escaping in the tunnel she had dug, running outside with Ying Wugui. At this critical moment, Meng Xuanhe had no time to breathe.

"It seems that the goddess Wuxian had some grudge against you, so she dumped your body."

Ying Wugui walked very quickly, taking Meng Xuanhe with him, but he didn't look tired at all.

Meng Xuanhe: ...

I know I am the vicious female supporting role, but her ending is too tragic.

Seeing Meng Xuanhe was silent, Ying Wugui thought she was frightened, and tried to comfort her: "Don't worry, this is a good thing. As long as your whole body is not left, Xie Lin will not suspect anything."

Ying Wugui was right. If it was Xie Lin who came today, Meng Xuanhe would have no chance of escaping.

Although his puppets could look lifelike for a while, Xie Lin had good eyesight and it was impossible for him not to see the difference.

Fortunately, it was Li Chuan who came and destroyed the doll completely, leaving Xie Lin with no way to investigate.

In this case, she still has to thank Li Chuan very much.

Xie Lin and his group have already arrived at Nan Meng's palace, and Meng Ziyan seemed to have expected this moment.

He calmly sat in the court wearing the emperor's real dragon robe, watching the Beiliang army surround the entire palace tightly.

The young emperor in the front seems to be very young, about the same age as his imperial sister.

Under the sword-like eyebrows that slanted into the temples, the deep eyes were completely unpredictable. The innate bravery, nobleness and decisiveness in killing made Meng Ziyan seem like he was from another world.

It was as if the person standing in front of him and wanting to take his head was not Xie Lin, but his elder brother Meng Ziye, who had excelled since childhood.

If Meng Ziye had not died, he would have become a wise ruler of the Southern Meng Kingdom like Xie Lin.

Xie Lin's army surrounded the hall layer by layer, but Xie Lin was not in a hurry to take Meng Ziyan's life.

A person slowly walked out from behind him.

The man was shining, wearing silver soft armor, with his hair tied up in a casual manner, and full of vigor and vitality.

The young man broke through the clouds, and that was the light of the morning glow.

The immaturity was washed away by the gunpowder and strong liquor. The sunlight behind him lengthened the boy's figure. He slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it directly at the person on the throne.

The moment Meng Ziyan saw Yan Cheng'an, shock appeared on his face. On the day when the Duke of Yan's Mansion was wiped out, he personally saw Yan Cheng'an's body.

"Long time no see, Young Master Yan." Meng Ziyan felt as if he was in another world. When he came to his senses, he was still in the mood to greet Yan Chengan.

"It's been a long time since we last met. I wonder if you will see the wronged ghost of Duke Yan's Mansion in your dreams every midnight."

Yan Cheng'an raised his hand slightly, his face calm, but his right hand holding the sword was shaking constantly.

All the suffering he had endured in the past year was worth it, even if it meant being charged with treason.

He wanted revenge and wanted to kill Meng Ziyan with his own sword.

Meng Ziyan raised the corners of his lips slightly and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. But the next second, he could no longer utter a word. He collapsed on the dragon chair, spitting blood from his lips.

Yan Cheng'an did not give Meng Ziyan a chance to speak again. After asking this question, the sword in his hand stabbed towards Meng Ziyan's heart without hesitation.

He finally avenged the entire Duke of Yan's Mansion with his own hands.

Father, perhaps from the beginning, my choice was a mistake in your eyes. The Nanmeng River and Mountain that the Duke of Yan's Mansion had guarded for generations was finally destroyed by my own hands.

But Cheng An would never regret this decision. Even if he was despised by the world and hated by his relatives, Cheng An would never let someone like Meng Ziyan continue to sit on the throne.

At the moment Meng Ziyan stopped breathing, a long white rainbow appeared in the sky across the sun, and a halo enveloped the entire sky and earth.

A colorful halo appeared around the scorching sun, like a rainbow piercing through the golden crow.

The people of the entire Bianjing city were watching this strange sight, and all the chaos was settled at this moment.

Things in this world are unpredictable and this is a foregone conclusion.

The road to reunification of the two countries will eventually come.

However, the duo, who were deep in the tunnel, could not see this strange sight.

Meng Xuanhe's steps suddenly stopped, and she looked up for no reason. But the tunnel was pitch black, and all she could see was a rock wall.

"What's wrong?" Ying Wugui saw her stop and turned around to ask.

Meng Xuanhe covered her chest, which seemed to be burning with fire, burning and stinging. She raised her head suddenly and met Ying Wugui's eyes.

"Meng Ziyan should have died."

Meng Xuanhe spoke slowly. Perhaps it was because they shared the same blood. At the moment when Meng Ziyan's heart was pierced, Meng Xuanhe, who was far away in the tunnel, also felt it.

"Then we have to speed up." Ying Wugui withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward at full speed with Meng Xuanhe.

Since Xie Lin had already dealt with Meng Ziyan, the next one would undoubtedly be Meng Xuanhe. They had to leave the city before noon, in order to escape the chaos.

The city of Bianjing was full of people fleeing for refuge, and hiding the truth from the world was the best option at this time.

Li Chuan had already suspected that Meng Xuanhe had committed suicide, so she was more cautious when she dumped the body. She carefully examined Meng Xuanhe's body, and a touch of unusual red on her wrist immediately attracted her attention.

"This is..." Li Chuan murmured.

Puppetry!

This is not Meng Xuanhe at all, but a puppet!

Li Chuan took out the jade pendant from her bosom and chanted the spell. The "corpse of Meng Xuanhe" in front of her suddenly caught fire, and the bluish-white flames burned the entire puppet to ashes.

Li Chuan's pupils shrank slightly, as expected!

Almost at the same time, when Yan Cheng'an stabbed Meng Ziyan's chest with a sharp sword, news from Xie Lin's men came.

The man in black whispered a few words in Xie Lin's ear, and Xie Lin's face changed. He jumped on his horse and ran straight out of the palace.

Yan Cheng'an didn't know what had just happened in the princess's mansion, but soon the news spread throughout the palace in an instant.

When Yan Cheng'an learned of Meng Xuanhe's death, he couldn't believe it. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he couldn't accept the fact even more.

"General, His Majesty has ordered you to guard the entire palace." Yan Cheng'an was about to leave when he was stopped by a soldier beside him.

Xie Lin has already arrived at the princess's mansion, and the Nanmeng Palace must be guarded.

Even if Yan Chengan was extremely anxious, he could not leave the palace. A huge feeling of powerlessness came over him, and he clenched his fists and smashed them hard on the red railings of the palace.

Xie Lin rushed to the princess's mansion almost non-stop. He didn't understand why he was so anxious.

Obviously, this was someone he hated very much, but at this moment he had only one thought in his mind: Meng Xuanhe could not die. He didn't believe that she would die so easily.

When he arrived at the princess's mansion, he saw the soldiers standing by in silence.

"Where is she?" Although it was only two short words, Xie Lin's gloomy expression made no one dare to offend him.

Everyone thought Xie Lin was asking about Lichuan, and a soldier answered hesitantly, "He went to the Bian River in the east."

When Xie Lin arrived at the Bian River, he saw Meng Xuanhe bleeding from her heart. Large amounts of blood were flowing down her chest, submerging her in a pool of blood.

The girl's face was pale, as if she had lost all life.

Li Chuan stood beside her, chanting some spell.

Then Meng Xuanhe's whole body began to burn, and the bluish-white flames completely took away her body, turning it into ashes, without leaving a trace in this world.

Li Chuan was convinced that this was puppetry and Meng Xuanhe was not dead at all.

But the moment this thought came to her mind, her snow-white neck was fiercely strangled. Li Chuan looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. It was Xie Lin.

At this moment, many complicated emotions passed through Li Chuan's heart.

Why did Xie Lin suddenly attack himself?

Li Chuan smiled sarcastically and looked towards the place where Meng Xuan and Hui Fei Yan Mian were.

I didn't expect that Xie Lin had forgotten that memory and still cared so much about Meng Xuanhe.

Now in Xie Lin's mind, Meng Xuanhe was simply a vicious witch who imprisoned him. But despite this, he still attacked him without hesitation.

Li Chuan became more determined in his mind. No matter where Meng Xuan was now, her "corpse" had been destroyed by him.

From now on, there will no longer be Princess Meng Xuanhe in this world.

Li Chuan decided to keep this secret in her heart forever, for she was afraid that Xie Lin would really find Meng Xuanhe one day.

Xie Lin's grip gradually tightened, the corners of his eyes were tinged with red, and his whole body was out of control as if he had been poisoned by the golden and silver butterfly Gu.

Li Chuan felt that his life was slipping away, and hurriedly recited the spell of the goddess' jade pendant.

It was not until the white light entered Xie Lin's mind that he let go of his hand as if he suddenly woke up.

Li Chuan collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily as he lay on the ground.