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Perhaps the next person to die was him. He was afraid, the fear came from the depths of his bones, he, he did not want to die, he had not lived long enough, only now did he regret that he should not listen to others plotting against Feng Xue Han, because this person was not someone he could provoke.

The night wind was slightly cold, gently blowing, and the ground was filled with killing intent.

Zhao Kuan, who was sitting in the main room, was shaking nonstop. The screams outside were so intense that it was shocking and even made people's souls shiver out of their bodies.

The smell of blood drifted in with the night breeze, coming from the window and the crack of the door. It was so thick that it almost made people want to vomit, but in reality, Zhao Kuan had indeed vomited. His stomach was violently constricting because of the fear in his heart, and he even vomited out the bitter taste of bile from the food he had eaten yesterday.

"No ?" No... "I don't want to die, I don't want to die ?" Zhao Kuan fell to the ground, rolling and crawling to the back as Feng Xue Han approached him. When there was no other way out, Zhao Kuan steeled his heart and said, "Feng Xue Han, aren't you afraid of the Emperor's punishment for breaking the imperial law?"

The shadows of the trees fluttered, and the bright moonlight seemed to be dyed blood-red.

With every step he took, Zhao Kuan felt that he was one step closer to death. The blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword, leaving a bloody mark on the green white stone.

Boundless killing intent enveloped Zhao Kuan. That was the chill that came from hell.

If Feng Xue Han's heart could be said to be cold in the past, then at this moment, he was a god of death that came from hell. His incomparably handsome face carried the chilliness and killing intent of an extreme ice land.

Zhao Kuan had never seen Feng Xue Han in such a state. The strong murderous aura and the heavy pressure made his chest heat up and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Even so, he could not control his fear.

Such a cold killing intent was not something he could withstand.

Step by step, step by step, they approached him. That frigid sword, suffused with a cold light, those cold eyes, came from the death god.

"I... My... "Family ?" Zhao Kuan was so scared that he almost couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Feng Xue Han's handsome face emitted a cold light, and his deep purple eyes remained unmoved. Looking at the struggling Zhao Kuan, he said coldly: "Trust me, you will be reunited with them soon."

"No, you can't kill me. If you kill me, the Emperor won't let you go. Moreover, this matter isn't my fault, it has nothing to do with me. I don't want to die! " Zhao Kuan sobbed with tears and snot all over his face.

"You think I'll let him go?" Cold words, with no human warmth.

With a wave of the blood sword, a transparent hole was pierced through. Feng Xue Han didn't even bother to look as he turned around and left.

Behind him, Zhao Kuan's eyes were wide open, his throat was making gurgling sounds, but he couldn't say anything. He slowly fell down, but his eyes that were struggling at death's door were staring at him unwillingly.

Blood filled the air. There was no sign of sleep tonight.

A bloodbath, a bloodbath without a sound or sound.

The entire Southern Dynasty was in a state of extreme panic and killing intent.

In this quiet night, the imperial study was brightly lit. Huangfu Yuanyu was sitting on a dragon throne, his brows tightly knitted together.

"Your Majesty." The Minister of the Left looked serious, but his eyes were shining with relief and excitement.

Fortunately, it was fortunate that he was determined not to go against Feng Xue Han. Otherwise, he wouldn't have appeared here today, but had instead been massacred.

"Let him be!" Huangfu Yuhuang rubbed his brows and looked at the boundless night sky. This summer was truly eventful!

Hearing his words, the young man bowed immediately and said, "Your Majesty, it is already late. Please take care of your dragon body as well!"

Huangfu Xuanhuang was silent for a moment, then let out a sigh. He nodded his head, stood up, and left. His nephew didn't make a move, but instead made a clean and crisp move. He didn't even give his opponent a chance to breathe.

In another palace, Feng Chenyi was standing in front of a window with his hands behind his back. He could faintly hear the screams that rose and fell one after another. He sighed in his heart and did not say anything for a long time.

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Qin is really quick." The Cloud Country's Great General Li Jianhui's eyes were filled with admiration and admiration. As a man who had achieved great things, he should do it this way.

Hearing those words, Feng Chenyi went silent for a moment. Then, he answered and continued to not say anything.

"Your majesty, I think it's best if the Duke of Qin returns to the Cloud Country as soon as possible. It won't do us any good to stay in the Southern Dynasty." Li Jianhui said honestly.

How could Feng Chenyi not understand? However, the child's personality made it beneath him to return to the Cloud Country. Thinking about this, he rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "Do you think the Duke of Qin will return to the Cloud Country?"

"This ?" He was more or less clear about what had happened that year. After all, Feng Xue Han had been chased out of the palace by Feng Chenyi when he was young, and it was easier for him to return now. Thinking about it, he sighed and said: "But Your Majesty, the current Crown Prince's talent is not enough to take on this heavy responsibility."

Hearing that, Feng Chenyi turned around to look at Li Jianhui. Although he was old, Feng Chenyi's elegance did not decrease in the slightest. After a moment of silence, he said, "Do you know what the widows are really worried about?"

"Please enlighten me, your Majesty."

Sighing lightly, Feng Chenyi said slowly, "If Xue Han had a grudge in his heart, then it's fine. But the widow worries that the child has no grudge, that he has no ties, that he doesn't care about that position at all. What kind of bargaining chip would you use to make someone like that return?

"This ?" Li Jianhui looked at Feng Chenyi in disbelief and said in surprise, "The Duke of Qin doesn't care about that position at all?"

Feng Chenyi sighed secretly, and said helplessly, "That's exactly the case." How could such a person make him go back? Moreover, even if he put down his posture and begged Feng Xue Han, would the Emperor of the Southern Dynasty let him go? All these years, if it weren't for Feng Xue Han holding the fort, the Southern Dynasty would have been annexed long ago; how could they tolerate them until now?

"But your majesty, is there no other way?" Li Jianhui said unwillingly.

Hearing those words, Feng Chenyi frowned slightly. Then, he said, "Unless someone is able to convince him."

"Is there such a person?" Li Jianhui said in surprise. One must know that Feng Xuehan was famous for his cold heart. Was there really anyone in this world who could persuade him?

Feng Chenyi nodded. The image of the arrogant and proud woman appeared before his eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, "There is a person."

"Who is it?"

"Cloud Sky!" Feng Chenyi spoke word by word.

"She?" Li Jianhui thought for a moment and said, "He's the Duke of Qin's wife?"

Feng Chenyi nodded and said, "That's right."

"But didn't she fall off the cliff and die?"

Shaking his head, Feng Chenyi said, "It's still too early to make an assertion right now, that woman." His eyes lit up as he said: "Not simple."

"Your Majesty, Feng Haoyu was also involved in this assassination. If the Duke of Qin wants to deal with him, should we stop him?" Li Jianhui asked.

Hearing this, Feng Chenyi waved his sleeves, and as he walked towards the palace, he said: "There can be many Crown Prince, but Feng Xue Han only has one."

Li Jianhui looked at Feng Chenyi's leaving figure and thought to himself, "Since they value Feng Xuehan so much, why did they chase him out of the palace at such a young age? Now, if they want to make that person turn back, it won't just be a matter of time."

After she received the news from her subordinates, Ina rushed back to King Li's Manor immediately. Along the way, the air was filled with the repulsive stench of blood, and every house on the street had their doors shut tight. Even the candles inside had long been extinguished.

When she saw the blood stains on the corpse's neck, Ina knew that only her master would be able to move so fast. Thinking of her unknown master, a bloody light flashed in her eyes, she would not pity these people, since she was able to do such a thing, she had to bear the consequences.

She rushed towards King Li's Mansion, and without waiting for the horse to stop, she jumped down from her horse. Seeing the guard at the door, her eyebrows jumped as she asked anxiously, "Yuze, where is Master?"

Yu Ze was the leader of the dragon and tiger team. His skills were superb, and he was even a bit higher than Bi Xian, but what kind of subordinates did the master have? His face was stiff and cold, somewhat like Feng Xuehan's, and one could tell at a glance that he was a man of few words.

Just from Ina's anxious expression, Yu Ze knew something had happened. His heart sank as he pointed towards the manor and said, "Master is at Bloody Cleansing Li's palace."

Without saying a word, Ina ran into the manor. The ground was littered with corpses. She did not even bother to look at them as she walked past them.

Arriving at the main hall, Yi Na saw Feng Xue Han holding a sword and killing off the people from King Li's Manor one by one. Her usually flawless white clothes were adorned with a few scarlet points, just like a red plum blossoming in winter; one red and one white, it was extremely dazzling.

At this moment, there was not a single trace of human aura on that peerless face. If the Feng Xue Han of the past still had a bit of a human aura, then the current him had completely retracted his human aura, the aura being emitted from his body only had one word: Kill.

"Come out." Feng Xue Han's sword did not stop; he shouted coldly without even looking at Ina.

Ina trembled in fear at the cold voice. At the same time she recovered: "Master, someone set fire to the bottom of the mountain!"