After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

"Shen Yichao——"

"Shut up!"

Shen Yichao dragged her to the window by her long hair, pressed her head, and forced her to look southwest.

He spoke quickly: "In addition to ambushing explosives, I also sent 20,000 elites to surprise Laojun Mountain. Now you have lost Luoyang City and Laojun Mountain. You have lost! Xiao Daoyan even died in the ruins... I told him a long time ago that you are his disaster, but he just didn’t listen! Look, he was indeed killed by you!"

Nan Baoyi clutched the window sill tightly.

The nails were broken and the flesh was bloody.

But it was the pain on her cheek that made her truly unforgettable.

She knew very well that from beginning to end, she had been despised and disliked by Shen Yichao because of her origin.

Even if she later proved her ability, even if she later single-handedly made the Nan family a noble family, she was still looked down upon by him.

But, what right did he have to look down on her?

Besides being from a famous family, what other assets does he have? !

Hot tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks onto the windowsill.

The girl was crying, but her eyes were clear in black and white, without any fear.

She spoke in a hoarse voice: "A hero like my second brother will never die in the hands of a villain like you. Shen Yichao, you once said that the most important thing in chess is patience. Until the last moment, who can I don’t know who the winner is... It’s not the last minute yet, do you believe it?”

Shen Yichao sneered: "Without Luoyang City and Laojun Mountain, we have also lost three generals. The remaining army is leaderless. It is just a mob. Sooner or later, it will be wiped out by Governor Yin."

He leaned close to Nan Baoyi's ear and spoke in a gentle tone: "Because of your infatuation with Xiao Daoyan, I am willing to send you to hell and be his companion. Nan Baoyi, choose a way to die. ?”

Nan Baoyi adjusted his breathing.

His eyes fell on the bottom of the sentry tower inadvertently.

She narrowed her eyes and suddenly struck Shen Yichao's chest with her elbow!

Shen Yichao felt pain and was forced to loosen the shackles on her, holding her chest and taking two steps back.

Nan Baoyi seized this rare opportunity and jumped up from the window sill, jumping out of the twenty-foot-high sentry tower!

The pomegranate red crew-neck robe was flying.

The wind howled in my ears.

Nan Baoyi closed her eyes impatiently and shouted loudly: "Boss Han——!"

Under the sentry tower.

A girl wearing a black outfit stood in the wind.

The girl has narrow sleeves and narrow waist, tall and slender figure, and carries two swords at her waist.

The waterfall-like long hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, and the black ribbon tied to the ponytail danced in the wind. The charming face was not painted with makeup, and the eyebrows flew diagonally into the temples, revealing the sharpness of killing and decisiveness.

She is a warrior.

She curved her lips and smiled, jumped up and put her arms around Nan Baoyi's waist.

She placed Nan Baoyi firmly on the ground: "Did he bully you?"

Nan Baoyi shook his head: "Leave me alone! Shen Yichao betrayed the court and the Shen family, we must catch him!"

Han Yanliang raised his head.

Eyes facing each other.

The young man of the Shen family, dressed in white and well-dressed, with a drunken blush on his cheeks, and long broken hair hanging down from his forehead, looks so coquettish, treacherous, and yet so strange.

Han Yanliang kept his eyes open and whispered to Nan Baoyi: "Yin Sui's carriage is parked in the woods to the east. Go find her, and she will take you to a safe place."

Nan Baoyi hesitated.

With her gone, can Boss Han handle Shen Yichao alone?

Although Shen Yichao has never learned kung fu, he is very cunning. If he uses a dirty trick against Boss Han...

Han Yanliang looked back, with a hint of smile in her slightly raised apricot eyes: "We are friends, and friends should trust each other, right?"

Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.

Not daring to delay, she nodded, turned around and ran towards the woods to the east.

Han Yanliang watched the pomegranate-red figure disappear into the woods, and the look on her pretty face gradually turned serious and cold.

She stretched out her hands and slowly grasped the double knives hanging at her waist.

He exerted slight pressure on his palms, causing a thin layer of sweat to break out.

She raised her eyes and stared at the man above.

His tender words, the whipping he gave her during their wedding, the bright red fingerprints on Nan Jiaojiao's cheeks, the collapse of the mountains in the southwest, the deaths of thousands of innocent soldiers...

The life and death of the master are unknown...

That old man's persistence and stupidity...

The girl, who had always been as cool as water, had never been so angry at any moment.

She tilted her head and suddenly smiled provocatively at him.

The next moment, the two swords were unsheathed!

"Shen Yichao——!"

The girl shouted angrily, and like an arrow from the string, she suddenly rose from the ground and attacked towards the sentry tower!

Wherever she passed, the two swords swung out with a shocking edge.

Her figure paused by the window, her hairband and skirt flying.

Their eyes were still facing each other.

The past and reality are intertwined.

The two people who should not have crossed paths developed a bond, and more blood and tears arose because of that bond. Some people were determined to break off the relationship because of the loss, while others fell into madness because they wanted but could not get it, and they did not hesitate to betray everything. Get what you want.

A smile appeared on Shen Yichao's clear face.

He even reached out his hand gently toward the window, caressing the beauty's cheek lovingly: "Yanyan..."

The cold smoke cools the eyes like cold stars, and the words are like orchid: "Shen Yichao, go to hell."

After she finished speaking, she fell quickly and landed firmly on the ground.

After a moment of silence, the watchtower suddenly made a small sound.

Small cracks appeared in the frame of the watchtower.

The cracks expanded upwards, showing traces of slashing and gouging. The wood chips and dust were shaken off one after another, and the twenty-foot-high pavilion shook violently!

Han Yanliang sheathed the knife.

She turned around and walked coldly toward the woods to the east, listening to the sound of the collapse of tall buildings behind her, and never looked back.

Sawdust and dust obscured the view.

When the dust gradually dispersed, a figure slowly walked out of the ruins.

The man's white clothes were stained with dirt.

The hairpin was lost somewhere, and his knee-length hair danced in the wind, like shackles drawn by the gods for him.

He had his hands wrapped in his wide sleeves, and a group of dead soldiers of the Shen family were kneeling behind him.

That night, Xiao Daoyan wanted to kill him.

My brother was afraid that something would happen to him, so he secretly gave him his dead soldier.

Thanks to this group of top-notch warriors, even if he fell from a collapsed high-rise building, he was not afraid of being injured and dying.

He stared at Han Yanliang Pingting's tall back, with admiration in his eyes, and said softly: "Catch her."

The twenty dead men cooperated seamlessly, like a black net woven by a hunter, instantly attacking the unsuspecting bird.

The cold smoke stops.

She listened to the sound of breaking wind coming from behind and frowned fiercely.

The two swords were unsheathed, and she turned to block, but there were countless thin and tough cold iron chains with sharp and sharp hooks, probing at her flesh from all directions at the same time!

The hook penetrated her bones, as well as her knees and arms.

All efforts are blocked.

The bone-piercing pain caused her to arch her body and scream, and her swords fell to the ground feebly. She was sweating profusely in an instant, and her eyes turned black.

Shen Yichao came slowly.

"Yanyan..."

He is as gentle as water and affectionate.

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Oh, see you tomorrow

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