When the soldiers heard the general's words, the hearts that had been suppressed were finally relieved, and they said indignantly in unison: "Yes! He immediately got up, picked up his weapon and hurried to the vicinity of Bei Dye, and suddenly, hundreds of spearheads were directed at North Dye. Dozens of archers came up to the edge of the square, with their quivers on their backs and the bowstrings taut at her, and if she moved the slightest, the arrows would rain down on her.

Kitazan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, trying to brace her spirits against the soldiers who surrounded her in front of her. As soon as she raised her hand and was about to move, the inner encirclement suddenly tightened, and dozens of spears were mounted on her waist, making her unable to move. After restraining her, everyone retreated in unison, holding her and moving in one direction, instantly withdrawing from Mu Pingliang's place dozens of meters away.

Mu Pingliang's heart was flustered, like a trapped beast, he used all his strength to get rid of the shackles on his body, but no matter how much he struggled, it was in vain. He roared angrily, "Stop all of you! Let her go! Who dares to move the Nine Clans again! ”

"Get out of here!"

The chief of the guard and General Lin also trembled a little because of the anger of the Son of Heaven, but at the moment of the national crisis, they couldn't care about so much, if this woman didn't die, it would definitely be their emperor who would die in the near future. Feeling apprehensive, they gave the last order.

"Kill !!"

"Kill her!"

When the generals heard this, they withdrew their guns with bent arms and stabbed them all together. The sound of the metal weapon penetrating into the muscles and bones made Bei Ran's chaotic brain suddenly sober up, and the sharp pain in her body made her clearly know that dozens of blood holes had been pierced in her body.

Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, Beiran didn't bother to care, raised his hand and picked off a few spears in front of him, several soldiers were shocked by the shock of the guns, and the rest of the people pulled out their guns and took a step back. After the tip of the spear left her body, the blood flowed even harder, staining her white and flawless dress red without half a sound.

She was so tired that her legs were so sore that she couldn't stand on her feet, and after holding on for a while, she finally staggered and half-knelt down. She was dizzy with her hands on the ground for a long time, and it was pitch black in front of her, and she could only feel the wind blowing in her ears.

Beiran fell in a pool of blood, and all kinds of voices were mixed together, including the guards and soldiers who were rushing, the eunuchs and palace maids who were running and screaming, the ministers of the court and the central government who came forward to check the emperor's injuries, and even Mu Pingliang's almost crazy roar, and tens of thousands of people were noisy in unison. But her heart is extremely calm at the moment, better than the clear water of Dongting Lake.

When she was a child, her father always reprimanded her and told her not to play on the ground, because it was cold; When he grew up, Ji Changkong also said, don't lie on the ground, the ground is cold. At that time, Bei Ran never put these words at ease, but as soon as they said them, she got up from the ground in a puff of smoke. And at this moment, when she no longer had the strength to stand up, Bei Ran really realized that it turned out that the floor was really cold, cold to her limbs and cold to her heart.

I have heard that when a person is about to die, the memories of life will quickly go through in your mind, and those things that you have forgotten are very likely to reappear at this time, and then completely disappear from this world with you.

Sure enough, she seemed to remember something.

She suddenly remembered the two words she had written on the paper during those very painful days: light and empty. A girl in the room asked her what these two words meant, and she smiled and didn't answer, and now it seems that perhaps the best explanation for them is:

The hand of the son is as light as a dream, and the old man with the son has become empty.

There was a lot of blood loss, it was a very subtle feeling, you could clearly feel the blood from the heart swimming all over the body, several thin streams slowly gathered in several places, merged into large strands, and then gushed out from the wound together, and a large blood-red flower bloomed on the ground where she was lying, and the blood flower sprinted to everyone's senses with a strong fishy fragrance and fire-like charm.

Gradually, the amount of blood in her body became less and less, and the speed of blood flow became slower and slower, and she became a little tired, and she wanted to sleep.

When a person is about to die, the five senses will gradually decline, little by little until they are completely lost, and among the five senses of failure, hearing is often the last one to disappear.

The words of the world will not be completely unreasonable, sure enough, at the last moment when Bei Ran's vision was blurred and her consciousness was about to dissipate, she was numb, and her surroundings were silent like water, and she seemed to hear an extremely familiar voice from far to near, calling her anxiously:

Ah Ran!

But in the end, the man did not come to her until she no longer had the strength to support her open eyes and had to close them tightly.

Or maybe there wasn't such a person at all, and everything was just her near-death hallucination.

***

A few years later, Jiuge ushered in the heyday of history, and in this peaceful and prosperous era, no one did not praise the emperor for his efforts and compassion for the people. But if you talk about the pure concubine who wanted to assassinate him at his enthronement ceremony, no one in the whole country remembers, and naturally no one will know that after the incident that day, a god-like man fell from the sky and took her covered in blood from the battlefield full of bullets and arrows.

Later, I heard that someone had seen a handsome young man dressed in white holding a sleeping woman in his arms at the gate of the dilapidated cottage on Qingteng Mountain, and sat quietly under the locust tree in front of the door for a whole day. Passers-by asked him what he was doing here, but he was silent, and asked him who this girl was, and he said that it was the love of his life.

……

The human world experienced a brief period of turmoil, and the time was almost the same, and there was also a great turmoil in the Nine Heavens.

The gods of the heavenly realm respected the Liuchuan Junji Changkong on this day for some reason, the sword attacked the Canghan Palace, and the emperor Huaiyue fought a big battle, this battle was earth-shattering, and many years after that, people in the know still talked about the tiger when they mentioned that battle.

That duel ended in Rukawa-kun's defeat. Some people say that he will do that for the sake of his beloved woman, and some people say that if Rukawa-kun does not sacrifice himself to protect others at the end of the war, then this heavenly realm may have to change hands.

When Liuchuan Jun dispersed, tens of thousands of soldiers in the Heavenly Realm knelt on the ground to hide their faces and weep, cutting off pieces of battle robes and turning into white butterflies in the sky to send him on his last journey.

The noble and cold man finally fell at the hands of the people he once believed, and the world thought he was defeated, but at this moment in his heart, he was more satisfied than ever, because what he wanted to do was done, and the people he wanted to protect could stay in this world. As for himself...... Whatever it is.

Therefore, when the spiritual power in his body flowed out unrestrained, he did not have any remorse or unwillingness, on the contrary, at the last moment when the spirit was about to be dissipated, he smiled, smiled brightly, laughed passionately, and that smile was forever frozen with the last trace of life that was dissipating.

At the same time, in the verdant mountains somewhere in the human world, a vigorous locust tree with flowers and branches suddenly seemed to be drained of its vitality.