As a senior on the level of Spiderweb's ancestor, she recognized this person.
Huyan Daguan!
Other than Tuoba Bodhisattva, there was no one else who could make Xu Yanbing's spear return at full power. Of course, it was even more unrealistic for the latter to return empty-handed.
Huyan Daguan laughed. "You've finally made it in time. Xu Yanbing, if you don't kill Tiemu Die 'er, I won't make trouble for Hsu Fengnian. How about it?"
Xu Yanbing's expression was cold. He raised his spear an inch and took a step back.
The opponent in front of him was worthy of him pulling away to the most suitable position for his spear to unleash its full power.
Huyan Daguan said helplessly, "To tell the truth, Liang Mang's fight has nothing to do with me. I've never thought of making things difficult for Hsu Fengnian."
Tiemu Die 'er struggled for a moment, but Huyan Daguan's hand on his shoulder slightly increased in strength. The former immediately found it difficult to breathe.
Huyan Daguan straightened his expression and said, "But if you insist on killing Tiemu Die 'er today, then I don't mind killing Hsu Fengnian. As for whether or not it succeeds, I don't care."
The old woman knew that Huyan Daguan wasn't purposely releasing his Qi, but she still felt suffocated.
Then, she immediately felt a surge of grief and indignation that she couldn't suppress no matter how hard she tried.
This was because the person who had chased them for an entire ten days without saying a single word had finally spoken!
Xu Yanbing said calmly, "You'll have to ask my spear first."
Huyan Daguan, who was even more fluent in the official language of Li Yang than the people of Li Yang, cursed. He laughed bitterly and said, "Stop, stop, I'm scared of you! Xu Yanbing, since you're determined to fight, fine. The spear in your hand can't take a single blow. Go back and get a new spear. For better or worse, it can take three spears from you. Otherwise, we won't be able to fight to our heart's content! I, Huyan Daguan, will wait for you here. Tiemu Die 'er, that whatever, and that old woman who likes to stick a red flower in her mouth, I'll help you keep them here. When the time comes, whoever wins will speak. How about it? "
Xu Yanbing nodded, turned around, and left just like that.
This scene caused the old woman's eyes to almost pop out of their sockets.
When Xu Yanbing's figure disappeared from sight, Huyan Daguan released his grip. Tiemu Dui 'er, whose face was covered in tears, turned to look at the large banner where Mr. Yue sat.
The scabbard slipped out of his hand.
Huyan Daguan calmly said, "Pick it up."
Tie Mu Dui 'er seemed to be out of his wits and did not hear what Huyan Daguan was saying.
Huyan Daguan was too lazy to waste any more words. He slapped Tie Mu 'er several zhang away from the Great Joy House's corpse. Then, he kicked the abandoned sword over.
Little Thought, half of her face covered by a white veil, came to Huyan Daguan with a complicated expression.
Huyan Daguan sighed, "Eight hundred years ago, was it important who we were? It was not strange that Luo Yang could not let go. She was Qin Empresses. She had even let go of this so-called Emperor Qin's shadow, so what were you? You were just a woman of the imperial family whose country was destroyed by the Great Qin army. This kind of grudge has caused so many conflicts in the various dynasties and dynasties of the Central Plains over the past eight hundred years, let alone some princess of a small country. It's meaningless. "
Huyan Daguan looked up at the sky, "Besides, that person is gone. Hsu Fengnian is just Hsu Fengnian. Who do you hate? Back then, you successfully instigated those two women to become enemies. To a large extent, it was you who caused the Great Qin to be destroyed. Are you still not satisfied? "
Little Thought tore off the veil.
Half of her face was extraordinarily beautiful, but the other half of her face was constantly changing between the faces of unfamiliar women.
Finally, it stopped.
It was actually half a man's face.
Huyan Daguan turned his head and did not meet her gaze. He said softly, "You can go."
She looked at the white veil floating in the distance and raised a hand to cover that half of her face. She murmured, "You really left. Then tell me, where can I go? You are always like this, not even willing to look at me. I never hated you. I just want you to look at me, just one look … "
Huyan Daguan asked, "You really don't want to go?"
Little Thought of Princess Grave raised her other hand. Her ten fingers were like hooks as she slowly cut her two faces into a bloody mess.
She did not show any pain and closed her eyes.
She used a tone that modern people could not understand and softly hummed a song.
When the song ended, Huyan Daguan pushed her forehead with his palm.
She fell into the canyon.
Huyan Daguan stood alone with his hands behind his back. He sighed softly, "It's finally over in this life."
That white dress was like a delicate white butterfly that was unwilling to break out of its cocoon. It hid in the cocoon timidly and looked at the outside world.
There was no woman in the world who took off her veil when she was alone. Year after year, life after life, she looked at him in the mirror.
— —
In the corridor under the eaves of a private school in Beiliang, an old man was lying on a rattan chair, basking in the warm sunlight. Young children sat around him. Every time the old man sang a line, the children would sing a line with him. It was an ancient song that spread not long after the Great Qin was destroyed.
The song was melodious.
"A daughter of the Yang family has just grown up, and no one knows her. Born beautiful, she can't give up on herself. She chose the king's side. Looking back with a smile, the beauties of the six palaces pale in comparison … "
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