C858 I'm Not Looking Anymore I'm Not Looking Anymore

Jian Xiuheng was not satisfied with the grievances and contempt he had suffered over the years. They were obviously princesses. She had clearly endured the pressure that she should not have endured. It was these disgusting people who had made the decision for her. Why did she have to bear all the responsibility that she had been ignorant of? Jian Yuheng could still righteously snatch away her love and seize her throne.

She had some that she fought for, while others were given to Jian Yuheng by others. Unfair, too unfair. She wanted to let Jian Yuheng taste the taste of losing everything. She wanted to let her understand that everything she had was obtained by her foolish and despicable means, and wait for her to have nothing. She wanted to see if her Ninth Prince would still protect her like this!

Perhaps Jian Xiuheng didn't have much hatred for the late Emperor, but his hatred for Jian Yuheng was endless.

It was this so-called elder sister who humiliated her childhood, snatched her throne, and destroyed her country. In the end, she even cut off Xu's right hand.

If she had not hurt Xu, perhaps she would not have wanted Jian Yuheng to die so badly. Anyway, she didn't recognize Jian Yuheng as her older sister, and she didn't care about the throne either. Jian Yuheng was the eternal sinner of Dayong. There was nothing she couldn't lose. Only Xu.

Xu was her shadow guard, a partner that she couldn't bear to part with even a finger. Jian Yuheng really had the nerve to hurt him. Since she dared to hurt her Xu, then she had to pay the price for what she had done.

Jian Xiuheng wasn't afraid of death. When she dug out the arrow from her chest, she had already died a second time. To her, death was a familiar and ironic thing. He was like a god that looked down on all living things. Death was just a joke that she could ignore with her eyes lowered.

He was not afraid of death, but Jian Yuheng was afraid. She was a delicate flower that was protected by others, and it was even more impossible for her to know the feeling of life and death. Therefore, Jian Yuheng was destined not to be a match for him.

This was the most satisfying battle Jian Xiuheng had fought since the start of the war. She did not need to think about anything. She did not need to consider the casualties. She did not need to consider the gains and losses. She just needed to kill wantonly. It made the battlefield chaotic like hell. There was only one thing in her mind - to kill Jian Yuheng. Kill that extremely hypocritical and disgusting thing.

However, the heavens always liked those pretentious and disgusting things. Jian Yuheng actually caught her Xu.

It was quite funny. She claimed to be righteous, but she always used shameless underhanded methods.

She charged up the city wall and was tied up in the dungeon with Xu.

Jian Yuheng went to see her and asked her if she still thought of her as an elder sister. As long as she definitely surrendered, she would definitely be able to display her talent even better.

Jian Xiuheng only smiled when he heard that. He was stingy with every word he said to her.

Such a disgusting Jian Yuheng, how was she worthy?

Jian Xiuheng and Xu's days in prison were rare peace for many years. The only bad thing about it was that Xu had lost a hand. When he hugged Jian Xiuheng, he was not flexible. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he could not properly cover her with a blanket.

This peace continued until Jian Yuheng fought. The Ninth Prince dismembered all of them in order to suppress the mob.

The last scene of Jian Xiuheng and Xu was very calm. The world was vast, and the wind and snow were blowing. There were only a few horses that were pulling their heads and limbs and running wildly.

Jian Xiuheng and Xu had received their bento boxes, but the audience and netizens had gone crazy.

Was this the ending written by humans?

The only two men in the entire series who looked like they were brave had died. Tell me, how are we going to continue watching the next twenty episodes? Ah, how are we going to continue watching!?

After a period of rapid reversal, the netizens had already learned their lesson. It was useless to cry, and there was no use in making a fuss. A screenwriter like this who would not shed a tear without seeing the coffin should send a box of bombs to blow up the tumor on his neck.

It was infuriating. Jian Xiuheng was already dead, so what was the point of watching this drama? If he didn't watch it, he wouldn't watch it anymore. Get lost!