The injured and dying beast would let out a weird roar because it wanted to leave as much sound in its throat as possible, and did not want its weakness to be heard by anyone. But when the thigh muscles were cut off and fell into the snow in front of the Xue Mansion, Zhou Tong finally couldn't help it and let out a painful cry.

The scream was covered in Miss Xue's exclamation, but it was still very clear that everyone present heard it.

Miss Xue's family felt even happier, and the manager of the Xue family was so excited that he was shaking all over.

Logically speaking, Mrs. Xue, who should have reacted the most to this, could still remain calm and just stare at Zhou Tong lying in the snow.

The front of Xue Mansion was very quiet, and only Zhou Tong's heavy breathing could be heard.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhou Tong got up from the snow and stumbled and continued walking towards the west of the long street, leaving a blood stain.

Mo Yu walked to the stone steps, turned around and looked at Mrs. Xue, and nodded to greet her.

A few years ago, Xue Xingchuan and she were both the most popular figures in Tianhai Dynasty, so there was naturally a relationship between the two sides.

Mrs. Xue gave her a very serious gift and said, "Thank you."

Mo Yu didn't say anything, nodded again, and followed Zhou Tong.

Mrs. Xue looked at the red but dark sky, thinking about that day, and silently said thank you to Chen Changsheng who was unknown where.

At the end of the Tianhai Dynasty, her husband changed from a loyal minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty to a traitor, and Zhou Tong was obviously a traitor, but he became an important official of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Of course this is unfair. The question is, in this world where no one dares to pay tribute to a traitor, who would seek justice for a traitor?

That day at the National Education College, she said she only regretted that Zhou Tong was not dead. This was true hatred, with the meaning of despair and the bone-to-bone hatred.

At that time, Chen Changsheng didn't say anything or comfort him, but just looked at her quietly.

When he sent her out of the National Education College, he asked her not to leave Kyoto.

This is the promise.

He would kill Zhou Tong and let her see it.

So Mrs. Xue did not return to her hometown, but stayed in Kyoto.

She wants to see this scene with her own eyes.

At this moment, she finally saw it.

From Xue Xingchuan's poisoning to death, to being exposed to the body, to setting up a sacrifice, she rarely cried until tonight.

But at this time, the two lines of hot and even hot tears flowed out of her eyes.

She took a last look at Zhou Tong crawling in the snow and earned her life, and ordered the manager: "Close the door."

The lady Xue family was a little surprised and held her arm and said unsteadily: "Mother, I still want to see it, but I haven't seen it enough."

Looking at the powerful and arrogant enemy, who seemed to be unable to defeat anyone, turned into a wild dog covered in bruises. Everyone would want to see it, but no one could see it enough.

"Enough."

Mrs. Xue didn't know whether she was talking about this or her daughter, so she turned around and entered the mansion.

The mansion gate slowly closed, blocking many things and memories outside.

...

...

There is snow everywhere on the Ping'an Road, and blood everywhere on the snow.

The blood flowed out of Zhou Tong's body more and more, even so much that the toxins faded a lot, and the blood gradually became red.

His bloody mouth was getting more and more, densely packed, one by one, looking extremely miserable.

Those bloody mouths are very particular, and the depth and position are enough to make him feel extremely painful, but they will not immediately cut off his vitality.

When he set out the sword, Mo Yu's beautiful face was not indifferent, and his blood-stained palace outfit looked like a maid of the god of death.

From time to time, sword light illuminates the dim snowy street.

Zhou Tong was struggling forward in the snow and could no longer stand firm. He often used his hands and feet to move forward for a distance. He seemed to fall down at any time and could never stand up again. He could no longer suppress pain and fear, and remained silent like an old wolf. Whenever the sword light lit up, he could hear a howl.

This is the most complete humiliation and torture of the body and mind, and this is a torture that seems to never stop.

This was originally a storm.

If someone else had been the case, no matter how strong the will was, he would probably collapse at this time. Even if he would not kneel down and beg for mercy to the enemy, he would have tried his best to commit suicide. But Zhou Tong did not, because he tortured and humiliated too many people in his life and tortured too much to the innocent. He had seen the darkest and most painful scenes in the world. He had seen the real hell. His heart was like a stone soaked in poisonous water for 70,000 years. Every piece of moss born on it is the incarnation of sin. Even though Mo Yu's cruel methods made his body and soul tremble, he still could not surrender. Whether it was to her or to fate, he would never meet death on his own before death. On the contrary, he was still eager for the final victory as much as a beggar.

——As long as you can climb through this bloody long street, you can win.

He screamed, and then said to himself in his heart.

The twilight is getting thicker and darker, turning into night, and the snow on the Peace Road reflects the starlight, which is not enough to illuminate the world.

At some point, a dim light suddenly fell on Zhou Tong's body. Through the terrifying wound, the bones could be clearly seen.

The lights in the distance were not warm, but Zhou Tong felt that his body suddenly became warm. When he was in the courtyard, his vision had been severely damaged, blurred, and he could only see some approximate points, but he was very sure that the light was on his right hand, which was the north of Ping'an Road.

It was the mansion that Grand Master Cheng stayed in Kyoto before his reign. Recently, it was taken over by a powerful prince and turned into a royal mansion.

He spent a quarter of an hour, endured nearly Lingchi's pain, climbed more than twenty feet away, and finally left the Xue Mansion and came here.

I can endure because there is hope. From the beginning, his hope is here.

His eyes were still blurred, but his eyes lit up, as if some kind of flame was lit by the light.

He still had some true energy remaining, hiding in the deepest part of his meridians. No matter how sharp Mo Yu's sword was or how cold the methods were, it was useless, because that was not enough to get him out of the desperate situation.

At this time, the dew-like true energy burned one after another, driving his body to sweep from the snow and swiftly towards the light!

He rushed to the palace, and fell heavily under the stone steps without any strength.

"I am Zhou Tong! King of Zhongshan saves me!"

He shouted this with his last strength.

He has never despaired. For countless years, he has played with the minds of countless people in his palms. He knows very well that neither Mo Yu nor Broken Sleeve will let himself die immediately, especially when they are fully in control of the situation, because it will not expose the tyrannical emotions and desire for revenge that will be found in the deepest part of everyone's heart.

This is his opportunity, and he must seize it.

With anger and mocking, he thought, even if you princes want to pretend not to hear my screams, can you say you can’t hear my cry for help? It’s hard for him to say a word now, but he didn’t directly call me for help, but called the prince to save me, and even did not forget to call out the prince’s name in order to make the other party have to come forward.

I am Zhou Tong, the minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

I'm in death!

Please help the King of Zhongshan save me!

...

...

The snow clouds in the sky closed at some point, blocking the starlight, and the slight snow started again.

The door of the Zhongshan Palace was opened, and many doors on both sides of the Ping'an Road were opened, and many lights appeared in the night, which were very bright and even a little dazzling.

The long street in the night has become a galaxy.

Zhou Tong was in the river and could no longer suppress his emotions. He showed an intoxicated expression on his face and laughed out loud like a nervous person.

Dozens of sounds of breaking the wind sounded one after another, and the masters of the royal palace came to the street.

Mo Yu walked out of the snow and was several feet away from Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong looked at her, and a fierce look appeared on his blood-stained face.

How else do you kill me now? It’s time for someone to kill you now.

His eyes expressed the meaning very clearly.

Mo Yu didn't even look at him.

The night wind gently blew on the palace skirt, and the slight snow fell on her temples.

She looked at the brightly lit Ping An Road, looked at the dozen palaces, and said, "The Empress is not good to you, but at least it has one benefit."

This sentence is said to the princes who have not appeared so far.

"The sons of the late emperor are still alive."

The light shines on her face, making her more charming and charming.

Her expression was still so cold, her eyebrows were tough, and she was slightly similar to the one she left.

"No one left, you are still alive."

"It's the Empress, who lets you live until tonight."

"Tonight, I want you to return such benefits."

"I want him to die."

The snow fell lightly, and it was silent, just like the silence of the long street at this moment.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone waved his hand in the light.

Zhou Tong's vision was blurred and he couldn't see the man clearly. He could only see that man was wearing a bright yellow dress.

The Zhongshan Palace was not closed, but everyone who walked outside the palace retreated.

What's going on?
To be continued...