The First Tyrant of Daxia

He didn't quite believe that Qin Yun would keep his promise, and he was also afraid that Fanyin would not be on his side. But now that things had come to this, did he still have the power to choose?

There was dead silence all around, and the carriage was quickly escorted over.

"Your Majesty, I have fulfilled your mission. I have captured the bandit leader Fanyin and killed 700 enemies!" Qin Ci dismounted and knelt.

Qin Yun didn't care too much about this matter. Instead, he went forward to help him up, looked at the knife wound on his shoulder blade, frowned and said with concern: "The wound has split again, stop the bleeding quickly, don't leave any sequelae."

Qin Ci nodded heavily: "Thank you, my brother."

He quickly took his leave and left the carriage here.

"Yin, Yin'er!"

Wanyan Honglie stumbled to his feet. He did not cry when he was defeated in the battle, nor did he cry when he witnessed a massacre. But when he saw his beloved so close to him, he became jealous.

He limped to the carriage, and Fanyin just came out of the carriage.

She was still tall, elegant, and had a perfect figure, but that face...if it wasn't covered by the veil, it would have been really scary in the dark night.

Anyone who sees this may sigh and wonder who would be able to do such a thing?

Her eyes were blank and filled with disbelief. She stared blankly at the pile of corpses and the endless blood, unable to speak.

When she was abducted, she knew this would be the situation, but she didn't expect that the Restoration Army would be massacred without a single one left standing.

She seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and crying but not crying, which was very ugly.

It’s over, it’s over, it’s all over!

"Yin'er, are you okay?"

"It's all my fault. It's my fault. I lost. I failed to fulfill my promise and protect you."

Wanyan Honglie felt extremely guilty, tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes. He climbed into the car and hugged Fanyin tightly.

For him, it was a happy thing to be able to hug his beloved woman at the moment of death.

But Fanyin didn't move, still in his arms, without saying a word, like a living dead.

She couldn't accept such an ending.

The two of them embraced each other in the ruins and the mountain of corpses, but there was something missing. It was not the kind of tragic beauty of dying together.

The soldiers around them looked at them with hatred.

Qin Yun was indifferent. He knew very well what kind of person Fanyin was. If he wanted to, Fanyin would definitely cater to him in every way and act coquettishly inside the Beigong that day. It was too cheap and powerful.

But only Jingyi's eyes turned slightly red when she saw it.

Bang!

Qin Yun didn't want to say anything more. He threw a broken blade in front of the two and said coldly, "Fan Yin, if you commit suicide, I can spare Wanyan Honglie's life."

"Otherwise, you will die together."

Wanyan Honglie was stunned. In this case, doesn’t it mean that Fanyin will die no matter what?

Fanyin also came back to her senses from her trance, and a trace of fear flashed in her beautiful eyes. She had lost everything, but she did not have the courage to face death.

She subconsciously curled up behind Wanyan Honglie.

"No!"

"That's not what you just said!"

"If you make a sound, I can give you anything. I decree that you can easily capture more than 40 cities headed by Huyan City. Countless resources, weapons, armor, money and food are all yours!"

He was a little excited and kept waving his hands. He was even more excited when he was killed.

Seeing this, Qin Yun frowned deeply, and even suspected that Wanyan Honglie was bewitched.

"Let her speak for herself!" he said in a deep voice with dissatisfaction.

"No!" Wanyan Honglie's face began to turn red.

Qin Yun gave a signal, and several strong soldiers quickly stepped forward and separated the two men.

"Your Majesty!" Fanyin exclaimed, her face pale with fright.

"Yin'er!" Wanyan Honglie grabbed her hand tightly and roared, as if they were parting forever.

People who don’t know would really think that they are in love with each other.

Finally, their hands separated, and Fanyin knelt in the carriage, feeling cold all over. She knew that her only chance of survival was Wanyan Honglie.

Qin Yun stepped forward and pressed forward: "Choose!"

"He lost everything for you. Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

Fanyin’s face turned pale, and cold sweat dripped down his face as he looked at the long sword on the ground.

At this moment, Wanyan Honglie widened his eyes and stopped yelling. In fact, he also wanted to see Fanyin's choice.

She stretched out her hands and tried to grasp the handle of the knife, but she was shaking and couldn't hold it.

Fear spread in her pupils.

for a long time.

The moon in the sky was hollow, the wind broke the spears and raised the burnt flags, as if everything had come to an end and the atmosphere was depressing.

Qin Yun said coldly again: "Then I will give you another option. Either he dies, or you die together. Choose!"

In the face of life and death, such a choice that challenges human nature is actually very cold-blooded.

Once it is revealed, the ugly side is revealed.

But Sanskrit is really not worth it.

Everything can be excused, but "loyalty" must not be tainted.

For someone like Wang Min, no matter how much he desires chaos in the world or how prickly he is, there is still room for discussion. But if he has lost his loyalty in any aspect, then there is nothing to talk about.

Wang Min himself is also very clear about this.

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Honglie froze in place, his eyes widened as he looked at Fanyin.

Fanyin glanced at Qin Yun with fear, then looked at the disheveled Wanyan Honglie.

Silence, silence again.

"Choose, choose!" Wanyan Honglie's voice was trembling, his emotions seemed a little out of control, and he walked towards Fanyin step by step.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though the method was cruel, at least it made the fool Wanyan Honglie feel something.

Jingyi sighed softly in the wind.

Qin Yun frowned and looked at Wanyan Honglie. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. His pupils suddenly dilated and he shouted, "Stop him!!"

He rushed forward.

The sudden roar tore through the rolling black clouds.

When everyone didn't know what was going on, there was a very clear "puff" sound!

Everyone around was shocked and stared at Wanyan Honglie.

He rushed towards the knife in Fanyin's hand, and his abdomen was instantly pierced by the broken blade. Blood dripped continuously along the blade.

"Ah..." His mouth opened and he made a painful sound, his facial features almost distorted in pain.

The pain that goes through the body is unbearable for ordinary people.

boom!

He knelt down on his knees and fell into Fanyin's arms.

Qin Yun froze in place, not having time to react.

Everyone present was shocked. As long as Wanyan Honglie didn't seek death, his identity meant he would survive. Even if he was imprisoned for life, eating and drinking well would not be a problem.

Fanyin was stiff, and was frightened when he saw this scene.

"Yin, Yin'er..."

"I chose for you. If I hadn't done that just now, I wouldn't have been able to ask for death..." Wanyan Honglie made intermittent sounds, tears streaming from his eyes, and his whole body was twitching.

"Why, why..." Fanyin seemed to have a change of heart and burst into tears, holding his face with both hands.

"No, no reason, cough cough cough!"

"For me, dying in your arms is better than any other ending, especially since you can still live."

"Actually, there are some things that I know better than anyone else." He seemed to have a lot to say, otherwise he would have no chance. Tears of blood and blood flowed down his cheeks, and he felt endless desolation.

"them……"