Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 466 Chapter 466: The Death of Yan Xingning (Part 2) [Happy First Anniversary]

   "Aren't you the clearest answer?"

  Yan Anti sword approached step by step, blood belonging to Zheng Qiao fell down along the edge of the sword one by one, splashing **** flowers on the ground.

  Zheng Qiao managed to avoid it.

Flood-like collapse and ferocity flashed across his face: "I know? What do I know? Isn't all of this forced? You and your father, my good master, people who have been foolish and loyal all their lives ruined my life. For the rest of my life! It’s been like that, and I still have the extravagant hope of “renewing my mind” and “returning the prodigal son” to such a stupid and disgusting scum! Why should I shout and kill when I get there!”

Zheng Qiao hoarsely asked Yan An: "What he did is not a thousand times more wrong than mine? Why are you still alive now? Everyone—including Yan Xingning, blamed all the mistakes on me Body! Why!"

Under the trend of anger, he overcame the fear of death, stood up staggeringly and pointed to the temple: "I am a tyrant who deserves to be hacked to death. What is he? You Yan Xingning and his son regard him as the king, but is there any reason?" Have you ever thought of killing a king?"

   "You kept saying that you would help me—"

   "Manchu civil and military praise you, how noble are you?"

   "Why did you treat me like this?"

   "Am I your king, your junior brother, or a stepping stone for you Yan Xingning to practice morality! A sacrifice for martyrdom!"

  Venting and questioning with grievances to the marrow made Yan An stop in his footsteps, and the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

   Zheng Qiao would naturally not miss it.

   His voice was hoarse, his voice choked with sobs.

"I'm just paying back the humiliation I suffered back then! This is called blood debt! This is justified! What kind of classmates and friends! What kind of refined gentleman! What kindness and morality! I was the one who was trampled by that wild boar wantonly! I was destroyed by him I am the one with the future! Yan Xingning, let me ask you what did I do wrong? Why should I be humiliated! Why should I be criticized as a sycophant!"

  The sockets of his eyes were red, and those affectionate eyes concealed countless fragile pains, but he still insisted not to shed tears: "Do I deserve to be insulted, despised, spurned, and trampled?"

  Yan An couldn't hold back her initial indifference.

  He was extremely disappointed in his heart.

  He said: "That incident is not your fault."

  Zheng Qiao thought that Yan An was persuaded.

"Brother, I just don't want to be influenced by anyone in my life anymore! I've had enough of being so humble that anyone can step on it!" He pointed to the sky and said excitedly, "That day, I sent it with my heart. I swear, even if I can’t stand on the top in this life, I can’t rot and stink in the mud! Therefore, I need power, I need to stand taller, I need to be so strong that the world fears and surrenders! Brother, I don’t ask you I can understand me, and I don’t ask you to put down the sword, but—"

  The words are not finished.

  But seeing Yan An's sword raised firmly again.

   "A Qiao."

   This is Zheng Qiao's nickname before she took her name.

  The only people in the world who would call him this way were his mother and concubine who had died for many years, his mentor buried in the loess, and his senior brother Yan An who took care of him like a brother like a father. The moment he heard the address, the blood on his cheeks due to strong emotions faded away.

"do not be afraid."

  Yan An used the usual tone of coaxing her daughter.

   "Death is not scary."

  The tip of the sword approached the junior who was cornered.

   "It's my brother's fault that I failed my father's dying entrustment, and didn't bring you back to the right path, so that you are still slandering and evading your mistakes. This is my brother's fault. My brother is incompetent, and I have no way to teach."

  Yan An's voice was weak, there were large swaths of blood on his body, and his appearance was aging rapidly, but his actions were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. In Zheng Qiao's astonished eyes, the cold sword pierced his chest.

   "This matter is already unbearable to you!"

   "Brothers...fight against the wall, kill each other...killing each other is not my wish, but this is the end of the matter—brother, you must not be left in this world anymore, harming more innocent lives, and killing more evil!"

   Zheng Qiao didn't listen to what he said at all.

  Just slightly lowered his head to look at the pierced chest.

Yan An's chuckle seemed to be relieved: "After staying in Huangquan, no matter how many... evil spirits and ghosts seek your life, wanting to pay blood for blood... I will block it for you for the Brotherhood, this time, this time, I will definitely do it!" Protecting you well...waiting for the peace of the world..."

   "You and I...brother..."

   "To come to this world again..."

  When he was dying, he seemed to see his two close relatives who could not make up for one or two.

  Yan An has regrets. He regrets not seeing his wife's bald-headed and old appearance, and regrets not seeing his daughter grow up and get married, but he doesn't regret it either.

  At least in this round, a life can be avoided.

  He was born in the flames of war, he has suffered enough from the troubled times, and he has also seen a lot of the joys and sorrows created by the world.

   This is the only gift he can give his daughter.

  Zheng Qiao sat down with her head down.

  The left chest was pierced back and forth by a sharp sword, as if vitality was pouring out from this body...

   Ha ha, read that right.

  【as if】

   Until Yan An's life was cut off, Zheng Qiao, who had endured for a long time, slowly raised her head, her blood-stained face was full of sarcasm.

   This space is supported by Yan An, and with his passing away, the already precarious illusion has been accelerated and blurred, and finally...

  The sound of chaotic footsteps became clearer and clearer, they were hurriedly looking for Zheng Qiao's bodyguards, maids and servants.

   "Master!"

   "Master!"

  Zheng Qiao raised her hand to look at the source of the sound.

  A blur of lantern light approaching him.

  Due to too much blood loss, his consciousness is also a little blurred.

  But with Wen Xin and Guoxi's "going online", this injury is even more fatal. He mobilized the Dan Mansion's cultural energy, forced himself to pretend to be harmless, and pushed Yan'an away with one hand.

As Yan An's body fell to the ground, he could clearly see the current appearance of this senior brother—at this moment, Yan An was so old that his original handsome face was replaced by countless soft folds. skeleton.

   It's hard to imagine that this old man who was so old that he was going to lie in a coffin was actually the unparalleled scribe who was once famous in the Xin Kingdom.

   Zheng Qiao snorted coldly.

  Raising his hand, he pulled out the sword stuck in his chest.

   Throw it near Yan An's corpse.

Under the panic-stricken eyes of everyone in the palace, he murmured into the air: "Senior brother, I think you haven't gone far yet, hahaha... I'm afraid you will never think of it—your junior brother! The junior who has been reviled by thousands of people and trampled by thousands of people, not only Born with a rebellious brain, born with a bad embryo, even this heart is rebellious...haha...hahaha..." He laughed wildly, and his eyes were scarlet.

   This laughter fell on everyone's ears like a ghost.

  The servant Gong'e's guard knelt down on the ground, not daring to look up at him, until Zheng Qiao had laughed enough, then raised his sleeve to wipe away the tears welling up from the corners of his eyes. He staggered and swayed, looked up at the nearby appearance, this is a deserted side hall of the palace.

   "The country, the lord of the country..."

  One of the servants dared to speak out.

   "How to deal with the traitor who assassinated you?"

  The air is still.

  Everyone held their breaths and waited for Zheng Qiao's instructions, their heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of their throats. They actually let the rebels under their noses and almost succeeded in the assassination. If the tyrant wants to liquidate, everyone in the palace will fall to the ground.

   Only by taking the opportunity to show loyalty can there be a chance.

   In just a few breaths, they were actually covered in cold sweat in the cold winter weather.

finally-

  The servant heard Zheng Qiao's indifferent voice from above.

   "Chop it up, feed it to the dog."

betray!

   To say that breaking the sky is a betrayal!

   What Zheng Qiao cannot tolerate the most is betrayal!

   "Send someone to arrest his wife, daughter and relatives."

  He knew that Yan An had other thoughts in his mind when he went down the mountain, and he also knew that this senior brother was a perfect scholar, and his insistence on morality could not be shaken by a bit of worldly friendship.

  Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't forgive Yan Xingning's outright betrayal when it actually happened.

   Those who betrayed him—

   Everyone should come and see what happens if you do this!

  The waiter tremblingly said: "Wei."

  Zheng Qiao was alone, wearing a red dress stained with blood, and returned to the bedroom step by step. Before he had time to sort out his thoughts, he received the second news—the whereabouts of Yan An's wife and daughter were missing, and most of them escaped early under Yan An's operation.

   "How did they escape?"

  There are people staring at Yan An's family everywhere.

  The servant who came to inform me faltered.

   "Say!" Zheng Qiao shouted.

  The servant finally spit out the truth.

  Yan An's wife and daughter took Zheng Qiao's token and went out openly. Because the man who escorted them was...

  The servant did not dare to continue talking.

   Zheng Qiao guessed something, his face turned from white to black.

  Finally, he spit out a mouthful of dirty blood with a wow.

   Hehehehe.

  In one night, two betrayals!

  One is his brother.

  One is the "self" in which he pours his trust.

  The already violent style of writing almost turned into a hurricane that destroyed everything, and the guards guarding the temple looked at each other.

  All saw the panic in each other's eyes.

   Their Lord...

   Crazier.

   (ω)

   The bento is ready, and big chicken legs are added.

   PS: Yan'an's ending here is inevitable, and it has something to do with his way of consummating the scribes. Most importantly, before assassinating Zheng Qiao, he could not live for a few months. As for why...

   The mysterious scribe is a krypton gold boss...

   Yan Xingning is different, he is dead.

   PPS: Although Yan Xingning is offline, Wuyou can still play a few chapters, which is also the most critical part of the layout.

   PPPS: Give Wuyou a chicken leg bento later.

  (end of this chapter)