The Regent's Concubine is Crazy

He Tu looked at the tragic deaths of the Hehuan Sect's disciples with gloomy eyes, not understanding how and why they had concocted the antidote. Because the herb was hard to find, he was unable to concoct any extra antidote.

He Tu felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. He stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, and felt a chill running through his heart. He wanted to escape, but it was too late.

The dark guards had surrounded him, their figures flashing coldly in the moonlight, like messengers from hell. Their eyes were cold and ruthless, as if they were announcing He Tu's death sentence.

He Tu wanted to struggle, but his internal strength was disappearing bit by bit. He felt his heart beating violently, as if it would jump out of his chest at any time. His breathing became rapid, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain.

The air around him was filled with a strong smell of blood, which stimulated He Tu's olfactory nerves. He felt nauseous and almost vomited. His vision also began to blur, as if he saw the shadow of death approaching him.

Mo Shaoxie stood aside, watching He Tu's struggle and pain coldly. There was no expression on his face, as if he was watching a play that had nothing to do with him. His eyes revealed a sense of superiority, as if he was mocking He Tu's incompetence and stupidity.

Finally, He Tu was hit in the chest by Dongfang Piaoyi's palm, and stabbed from the front and back by Mo Feng and Mo Ying. He fell to the ground helplessly. His body had been eroded by fear and pain, and he could no longer stand up. A look of despair appeared on his face.

He Tu's body fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound. Blood gushed out of his mouth, staining his clothes and the ground red. His eyes were wide open, full of fear and unwillingness. His breathing had stopped, and the breath of life disappeared from his body.

The elders around them saw this scene, and their fear became even stronger. They wanted to escape, but it was too late. The secret guards appeared behind them like ghosts, their movements were swift and accurate, and every attack could accurately hit the vital points.

The elders screamed miserably, their bodies twisted in the air, as if they were in endless pain. Their lives were fading away quickly, and they soon fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.

The whole yard was shrouded in deathly silence, broken only by occasional screams and the sound of weapons clashing. The secret guards continued their mission, their figures flashing coldly in the moonlight, as if announcing the end of the evil forces.

Mo Shaoxie stood aside, watching all this coldly. There was no expression on his face, as if all this was within his expectations.

Mo Shaoxie hugged Shangguan Ziling, and their figures looked particularly harmonious under the moonlight. He looked down at the woman in his arms and said softly, "Ling'er, the people from the Hehuan Sect have been dealt with." His voice was low and gentle, full of care and doting for Shangguan Ziling.

Shangguan Ziling said "hmm" softly, indicating that she had heard what Mo Shaoxie said. She still had that faint mocking smile on her face, as if she was laughing at the bloody scene that had just happened.

Mo Shaoxie said coldly, "Clean it up." His tone revealed an unquestionable majesty, as if he was ordering his men to clean up everything here. After he finished speaking, he hugged Shangguan Ziling and turned to leave this bloody place.

Dongfang Piaoyi watched Shangguan Ziling being taken away by Mo Shaoxie, his heart filled with resentment and anger. He widened his eyes, staring at the backs of the two, and shouted unwillingly: "Humph, Mo Shaoxie, you shameless man!" His voice was full of provocation and dissatisfaction, as if he was venting his inner emotions.

However, Mo Shaoxie and Shangguan Ziling did not look back. They still maintained their harmonious pace and disappeared into the night. Dongfang Piaoyi's shouts echoed in the empty yard, but no one paid attention to his anger and unwillingness.

Zhuge Wan'er stood in the moonlight, her face as pale as paper, her bright eyes revealing deep worry, her lips tightly closed, as if she was enduring great pain.

Zhuge Wan'er looked up at Dongfang Piaoyi, with a complex emotion in her eyes. She said softly, "Dongfang Piaoyi, don't think about Sister Zi Ling. Look how well they match each other." Her voice trembled, revealing her inner helplessness and bitterness.

Dongfang Piaoyi's face changed when he heard this. He widened his eyes and looked at Zhuge Wan'er's expression, as if looking for an answer. His heart was filled with confusion and he didn't know how to face all this.

Zhuge Wan'er's words revealed a sense of helplessness and acceptance of reality. She seemed to be telling Dongfang Piaoyi that the feelings between Shangguan Ziling and Mo Shaoxie were real and profound, and that they were a perfect match made in heaven. This realization made Dongfang Piaoyi feel heartbroken, but he also understood that this was a fact that could not be changed.

After Zhuge Wan'er finished speaking, she turned around and left silently. Her figure gradually disappeared in the moonlight, leaving Dongfang Piaoyi and the dark guards who were cleaning up the mess standing alone in the yard, facing their own hearts and the road ahead.

Dongfang Piaoyi's heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and the pain almost suffocated him. He covered his chest, where waves of sharp pain came from, as if his heart was being torn apart. His face was pale, and his eyes revealed deep pain and helplessness.

He slowly turned and left, each step was like walking on the edge of a knife, heart-wrenching. His figure looked lonely and helpless in the moonlight, like a leaf about to wither.

At this moment, the secret guards set a fire in the yard. The fire instantly blazed, and the flames spread everywhere, devouring everything. The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky, as if they were going to burn everything in the yard to ashes.

The flames jumped, making crackling sounds, accompanied by bursts of burning smells. The entire yard was surrounded by fire, and the firelight reflected the cold and ruthless faces of the secret guards. They stood quietly by, watching the spread of the fire, as if they were enjoying this feast of destruction.

Soon, the place was completely engulfed by the fire. Houses, trees, flowers and plants... everything was devoured by the flames and turned into ashes. Only the blazing flames were left raging in the night sky, as if to burn away all the sins and evils.