In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

There was a basin of food tied to the lamb's back. It turned its head to reach the food on its back, but it could not reach anything. Its stomach was shriveled and its eyes were filled with tears of hopelessness and sorrow.

The iron chain was tightening around its deformed legs, and blood was flowing out of the cage along the chain.

A man in black wearing a half-gray, half-white mask stood outside the cage, holding a whip stained with blood.

A woman in plain clothes and a veil stood at the mouth of the abyss, looking down at the tunnel cage.

She wore white jade rings on her fingers and a white jade pendant around her waist. The pendant was painted with a pattern of a dragon leaping on a peach branch and a phoenix dancing for the Jade Prince.

Xie Chibei's eyes widened in fear. He lowered his head to look at the jade pendant on his waist, not having the courage to look up: "This is impossible."

He touched the lamb's belly and eyes with his palms, tore off the mural and held it in his arms, growling and crying, "Yao Ruo."

The murals around him rushed into his brain, and waves of blood swallowed his tears. Xie Chibei saw her running from the wide iron cage to the other side and crashing into the iron cage resolutely.

"Mu Jinan, don't." Xie Chibei stretched out his hand hurriedly, but he couldn't catch the figure from five years ago. The thin figure floated through his fingers, leaving him helpless and sad for the rest of his life.

With a rumble, the dark tunnel quieted down. Blood slid to the edge of Mu Jinan's mouth. She licked it a few times, then lay in the cage and said with a smile, "Mom, I see you."

Her eyes were full of expectation, which made Xie Chibei, who was standing outside the painting, feel a sudden pain in his heart, and he clutched his heart with his five fingers.

The pain that didn't belong to him killed him!

Xie Chibei's eyes blurred, and he reached out to feel her breath: "Yao Ruo."

Mu Jinan's nose twitched slightly, and she opened her eyes dazedly, seeing the dark tunnel pressing down on her life chain. She looked around and saw no one: "I'm not dead yet."

She crawled to her original position with her small hands, stood up by grabbing the iron cage with one hand, and ran to the other side with all her strength, but her small foot stepped on the iron chain and she tripped.

Mu Jinan touched his injured knee, dragged his injured leg back, stood up and ran to the opposite side, and slammed his head hard into the iron cage.

"Don't bump into her." Xie Chibei supported her forehead with both hands, but heard a "bang" and the fear of being attacked by an assassin at night when he was young surged into his heart.

The earth-shaking cry of begging for death echoed in the ground: "This time, I will definitely see my mother."

Xie Chibei suddenly opened his eyes, and could not see his mother in the dark night. He only saw himself locked in a small iron cage, and the evil man had tied something soft to the cage.

She clutched the ground with both hands, knocking her forehead against the mud, and wept bitterly in his soul, "I can't die, I can't die."

The murals were torn into iron whips, whipping Xie Chibei's memories of his past lives, making him listen to her cries of wanting to die but unable to.

He knelt in front of the iron cage, looked into Mu Jinan's desperate eyes, and cried bitterly: "Yao Ruo, how can I go back to the past and save you?"

The demon pulled out the teeth of the hound and the tiger cub. The tiger watched its child being bullied and stood in the cage across from Mu Jinan, growling at her younger self: "Roar."

Mu Jinan huddled at the edge of the iron cage, holding his head with his hands, covering his ears, and trembling all over: "Mom, I'm scared, where are you?"

Xie Chibei reached out to hug her, but a rope was thrown down from the tunnel entrance, and he stood on the ground with an iron cage hanging on it.

Mu Jinan smelled the fresh air and quickly climbed out of the cage. The sun stung her eyes, which had not seen sunlight for a long time.

She blinked and looked up in surprise: "Mom, is that you?"

Xie Chibei looked at Mu Jinan's pupils, which were the same as hers. He hurried to look at the fourth painting.

Suddenly, a dozen hounds and tiger cubs rushed towards the lamb's back, threatening cruelly, "If the little one can't run away, catch her."

The lamb was almost starving to death, how could it be a match for them?

Several hunting dogs caught up with the lamb and bit its limbs. Three tiger cubs bit the lamb's neck and stepped on its abdomen.

"Brother Jin Chong, it hurts, save me." Mu Jinan covered his head and cried in pain, but he could only be beaten more severely.

Xie Chibei drew out the Jingye Sword and cut the hound's mouth open with each blow: "Get out of here, get out of here, don't hurt her."

The devil let out a laugh that he could never reach: "Haha, Dasheng is a defeated sinner. Prison is the only place that can accommodate you."

They grabbed Mu Jinan and threw him to the ground, letting him run frantically among thousands of murals.

Day after day, the grass turned yellow and then green again, the hunting dogs died and were replaced, and Mu Jinan fell and was beaten countless times in front of Xie Chibei, and his wounds healed and were torn open again.

She grabbed the meat with both hands and stuffed it into her mouth quickly, running on the grass: "Eat now, run faster, and you can see mother."

Suddenly, the roar of a tiger was heard in all directions. Mu Jinan stepped on the river of blood, grabbed the tiger cub's neck with one hand, and stabbed the hunting dog's heart with a sword with the other hand.

The broken-winged Saker Falcon lay on the ground, and the bones of the hunting dogs piled higher and higher.

Her eyes were hollow, dull, and bloodshot, like a killing weapon standing in the desert, looking at the army in the distance. The young man leading the army was wearing bright armor.

A tiger opened its mouth, pressed its limbs on the lamb's head, and laughed arrogantly and cruelly:

"Kong Suoyang, since you are so obedient, I will let you live for another year. After one year, if you cannot obtain the Tiger Killing Knife, you will die immediately."

It looked at Xie Chibei outside the picture provocatively.

Xie Chibei's eyes were dark, and his ten fingertips dug into the flesh of his palms, causing a few drops of blood to trickle down. He punched the mural, staining the tiger's eyes red with blood.

"I'm going to kill these damn beasts!"

He helplessly tore apart his memories, but the images in his blood pushed his heart to fall and hit countless knife tips.

I saw thousands of soldiers fighting in front of me, swords and knives stabbing the surging yellow sand, strong winds blowing, sheep scattered, and blood flowing like a river.

The woman in red dragged her injured ankle and ran away in the bloody sand, and accidentally tripped over the iron chain.

She rolled down the desert, quicksand filling her nose and throat, the smell of blood and corpses suffocating her. Mu Jinan stretched out his bloody hands from the sand and said, "General, save me."

"Don't bury me, poof."

The yellow sand flooded towards her, washing away the true happiness of her life with blood. Mu Jinan spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed into Xie Chibei's eyes.

Xie Chibei's eyes welled with tears. He fell to the ground, hugging a mural, and growled, "Ah, why didn't I see her three years ago? Was it me who was the Tiger Slaughter Blade?"

That day, the breeze rustled the white jade locust flowers in front of Xiyue Hall and brought out the sound of horse hooves crossing the yellow sand.

The swaying shadows of the locust flowers, like countless yellow sands, flooded the words Xie Chibei had asked:

"Yao Ruo, who caused the marks on your wrist? If you're willing to tell me, I'll kill him for you."

Mu Jinan fed him a piece of osmanthus cake. There was a trained calmness in her eyes, and he heard the sound of killing in the wind.

Xie Chibei felt the blood of battle on Mu Jinan's body. The blood was like dense soul-breaking nails, piercing his broken heart:

"She was buried. Why wasn't I the one who was abducted?"

The hatred he felt for not being able to save Mu Jinan flowed out of his throat and dyed a pile of portraits red.

The man was shouting right under his nose.

Xie Chibei grabbed a pile of portraits and wiped away his tears: "You bastard...ah..."

He cursed uncontrollably and wanted to kill the beast that did all the dirty and evil things immediately.

Xie Chibei picked up the Jingye sword and strode out. He went down the stairs to the first floor. The people in the store had already left.

Yun Ting was running behind Xie Chibei when he suddenly fell flat on the ground. He hurriedly got up, his hand holding the silver spear shaking constantly.

Xie Chibei went out of the door and headed northeast, leading dozens of death warriors straight into Hu Yulou.

Inside Hu Yulou, music played continuously, men drank and enjoyed themselves, and dancers' skirts fluttered in the wind.

Xie Chibei looked up and saw dozens of red silk cloths hanging on the second floor. Several masked men hung four people on the railings with the tips of knives poking at the back of their heads.

The woman had her face covered by her messy hair, her limbs were tied with iron chains, her tongue was half hanging out, and her face was pale. This person was Yao Pingting.

Seeing this, the guests in the building fled in all directions. Yao Pingting kicked her feet and struggled to breathe, but the chain around her neck became tighter and tighter.

She howled with all her might, "Your Highness Prince Jin, help me, I will tell you everything."

Xie Chibei sneered: "Yao Pingting, Su Jingyi fell from the second floor, how could she die?"

"You and Lu Mingxu used her to hide the government silver, then damaged the railings and drugged her wine. When she was weak and dancing, you pushed her off. You ended up like this, and you reaped the consequences of your own actions."

Yao Pingting's face darkened. Xie Chibei was at the scene the night Su Jingyi died. It seemed that he was going to give up on her as a clue. Prince Jin was truly unfathomable.

Seeing no way out, Yao Pingting turned back to glance at the man in black and angrily cursed, "I've served you for so many years, and yet you're so cruel?"

The man in black didn't even look at her. His eyes were filled with contempt for being with rats.

"Yao Pingting, the first time I used you as my madam, I was ready to kill you. The funny thing is, you didn't even think of it."

"Lu Mingxu killed Su Jingyi. You should have learned from this and left Sheng'an to save your life, but you still worked for me. If it weren't for you, a greedy fool, would I have lost?"

Yao Pingting looked up in surprise: "You don't show any humanity at all? Aren't you afraid of failure?"

The man in black slid his sword behind her head. He despised hypocrites and evildoers the most and laughed:

"You, a filthy dog ​​who crawls at my feet and does evil things for me, actually think you're a human being? Whether I succeed or fail, I will cut off the roots."

As he spoke, he pushed his palm forward heavily, the silver sword pierced the skull and eyes, white tofu flew everywhere, and blood dripped into the sake.

Yao Pingting's hair stood on end, every nerve in her body was throbbing violently, her limbs were flailing, her eyes were wide open, and she screamed in agony: "Ah!"

Yao Pingting was born in a humble family. Relying on her beauty and courage, she attached herself to many nobles, moved among merchants from various countries, and became the most powerful intelligence brothel owner.

When the powerful asked her to kill someone, she dared to do it, but today she fell into the hands of her fellow rats.

She lowered her head and looked at Xie Chibei eagerly: "Save me."

Xie Chibei was too lazy to pay attention to her. At this point, the only value of this open card was death.

The man in black chopped off Yao Pingting's head, split her body into five pieces, pushed it down with force, and threw it at Yun Ting's feet: "Prince Jin, don't you want to know about those murals?"

Xie Chibei looked at the other man. His limbs were chopped off, his eyes were gouged out and blood was visible, and he was hanging on for his last breath.

He walked slowly in the building, sneering:

"Sheng Yanbai of Wuchang Pawnshop dared to collude with Xie Chengzhang to kidnap and sell Mu Jinan, handing her over to Chang Dubing. He even dared to bid and provoke Hu Yulou. He should be thankful that he didn't fall into my hands."

The man in black shook the tip of the knife that was against the man's head. Xie Chibei's expression and tone were too relaxed, as if he didn't care about this witness at all.

He suddenly felt terrified: "King Jin knows about this?"

Xie Chibei turned and walked up the stairs. At that time, the whole world was cursing Mu Jinan as the culprit of the defeat. Sheng Yanbai dared to say that he would redeem Mu Jinan and dared to accept the Buddha statues in the palace. His identity was not simple.

He stood opposite on the second floor and chuckled:

"Sheng Yanbai disguised himself as a Juex merchant and sold his people. He also colluded with Wang Peining to sell out all the medicinal materials and food in Yaozhou, causing the deaths of soldiers. He deserves death."

The man in black saw Xie Chibei's gaze through the gap in the red gauze. Although the firm gaze was far away, it made him feel as if Xie Chibei was dissecting his rotten flesh, and he trembled with pain all over.

Sheng Yanbai twisted his body slightly, whining through his rotten mouth: "Prince Jin, I know I am wrong. I beg you to spare my life."

The man in black slapped him on the head and said, "Coward, before you do evil things, aren't you prepared to die?"

Sheng Yanbai hesitated and didn't dare to speak.

Xie Chibei crossed his arms and said, "Lu Shenghe, if you can't skin alive Sheng Yanbai, the illegitimate son of your father and Princess Fuyao of Tujiang Kingdom, I will cut off your body like I did Chang Dubing's limbs."

Lu Shenghe's eyes were filled with shock. He tore off the black cloth from his face, revealing only the scars of defeat and whiplash on his once glorious face. "How did the King of Jin know this?"

Xie Chibei's eyes showed admiration for Mu Jinan, and he smiled leisurely: "Xiao Wan knew this handle, so Lu asked Renran to marry Princess Chengsheng. His Royal Highness Prince Xi guessed this."

Lu Shenghe seemed to see Mu Jinan smiling faintly. He hated her smile the most, which seemed like it was calculated by gods and Buddhas. It made him feel that no matter how hard he tried, it would not be as good as her natural sharpness and wisdom.

Suddenly, Jiang Guofuyao and his father gave birth to two sons. He grabbed the dagger and cut off Sheng Yanbai's head, gritting his teeth and laughing crazily:

"Haha, all my plans for many years were broken one after another by Mu Jinan. His Majesty demoted me, and my son, daughter, grandson and great-grandson died mysteriously. You all don't even think about living."

Sheng Yanbai struggled desperately. It was so painful that he wanted to cry out loudly, but his mouth was blocked.

Xie Chibei glanced at her coldly, and in his eyes the red gauze turned into a sea of ​​injustice and blood.

He gently plucked the sword bell, and the people buried under the yellow earth of the states heard the sound of the sword bell. They pushed the gates of hell and roared angrily:

"Lu Shenghe, you and Renran started three years of war and killed millions of innocent people. Just because a few people in your family died, you're howling in disbelief?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Shenghe became furious and stabbed Sheng Yanbai's neck with a sword, splattering blood all over his face.

Sheng Yanbai's back bent violently, and he shook his head to try to escape, but the grip tightened. He cried out in pain, "Brother, why are you so cruel?"

Lu Shenghe thrust his sword into Sheng Yanbai's head, "Bastard, are you worthy enough to call me brother?"

Sheng Yanbai's blind eyes gaped open, his mouth rotten, and he cried out, "Ah, father."

He thought he had a tough life, but today it was shattered and he was tortured at the hands of his brothers. How could he not despair?

Xie Chibei swung the Jingye sword across the red gauze, severing three strands of the gauze with the blade, signaling a cutting motion.

"You kidnapped and sold the children of the powerful and wealthy in Dasheng, forcing them to hate Dasheng. What about Princess Chengsheng?"