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Su Kui realized that this was the case.

With Meng Zhian's skill, ordinary people can't help him at all, so there is only one possibility left to assassinate him.

At the moment, Su Kui decided to take a look at himself.

Meng Zhian is not a male host, and the content in the world plot is only a few, that is Chi Zhang's former fiance. Therefore, he does not have the so-called male and female aura. He is in danger and will really die.

Seventeen learned that Su Kui was about to leave the palace, so scared that his heart would burst.

Out of the palace? !

If Su Kui has any problems, how can they be worthy of the master's cultivation?

However, under the good words of the seventeenth, Su Kui insisted on going alone, insisting on leaving the palace, no one can control.

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It was another day late at night.

The general palace was shrouded in a haze, and even the lights seemed to be covered with dust.

A man was lying quietly on the bed, breathing weakly, and blood was pouring out of his chest close to his heart. The white bandage was stained red, and it looked shocking.

"Squeak--"

The door opened, and the eyes of the person on the bed closed under the closed eyelids, as if they were trying their best to open their eyes, but in the end, it was impossible.

From outside the door, he slowly walked into a figure wearing a large black cloak, his head covered with a hood, and his whole body was wrapped in black, so that people could not see the appearance. But vaguely can be distinguished from the slender figure, here, is a woman.

Seventeen did not twist Su Kui in the end. In fact, she couldn't influence her decision at all.

Now, seventeen seems to understand something, but does not seem to understand.

"Master, slave-servant is waiting for you outside." Seventeen said softly.

Under the hood, Su Kui nodded slightly, and the door closed gently behind her.

So, in the room, only Meng Zhian, who was seriously injured in the bed, and Su Kui standing at the door.

Taking off the hood, she slowly scanned the room for a week. The bedroom decoration was simple, the most common decoration, and there was no sign of a general living place. And only her long swords, swords, and daggers of different shapes hung on the wall, and her identity could be seen.

After reading these, it only takes a few interest time.

Withdrawing his gaze, he finally focused his attention on the man on the bed.

Meng Zhi'an's brain has always been half asleep and half awake, sometimes awake and sometimes chaotic. Most of the time, it was still lethargic, and the time of lethargy gradually increased as his body deteriorated.

Until now, there have been few sober times.

Even in the general's palace, it was already secretly preparing for the aftermath. What's the use even if you don't want to?

No one would have thought that when he was sixteen years old, he went to the battlefield to kill the enemy. With one enemy, a man called the **** of war by the people would be assassinated so easily, and the end would be so simple.

In the hearts of more people, even if Meng Zhian, the **** of war, died, he must die on the battlefield.

Rather than being like a sick old man, on the bed of the General's Mansion, Gou Yan lingered with a last breath and refused to swallow.

How reluctant he was, Su Kui could see.

Her eyes flashed, and she approached slowly.

In the dream, Meng Zhian seemed to smell the light fragrance of tea, which was the smell that kept haunting him when he dreamed back at midnight, and he was very familiar.

Fingertips moved slightly, and in a huge net, Meng Zhian struggled desperately, trying to escape this nightmare, opened his eyes, went to see her, and carved her mold into his mind.