Cold River Moon Shadow

The night was as cold as water, Yu Wenrui let out a long sigh and gently closed the door.

This nephew whom he looked up to since he was a child, this outstanding prince among the past dynasties of the Tianlin Kingdom, how can the description of him today not make people feel distressed?

As soon as Shen Yi accompanied Yuwen Ruifu to go out, Yu Wenrui resumed his helpless and sad face, covered half of his face and said: "Oh, old brother, I made you laugh again today."

Shen Yi said with a smile: "Where is the prince talking? If this kind of thing happens in the future, you can ask someone to send a message, and I will bring the medicine to your house."

"No, no, no." Yu Wenrui said with a bitter face, "I came in person, and I can still make it clear. If I send someone to come, I don't know how far it will be spread. There is no place for my old face."

Shen Yi smiled and said: "Alright."

"Hmph! What are you looking at!" Yu Wenrui raised his eyes and saw the uncontrollably funny look of the entourage waiting in front of the car crown, "This king will show you his wife when I return home tonight!"

"My lord, Concubine Xian asked someone to deliver a message," a young servant stepped forward, "She said she wanted to eat sweet-scented osmanthus soup tonight, but there are no more in the house..."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Yu Wenrui quickly raised his legs and entered the car, covering the car curtain, "Hurry up to Jinxiu Tea House, the sweet-scented osmanthus Geng Xianer loves it the most! I want the best, and I can also buy a jar of roses." Honey, lest the princess..."

"My lord," the servant continued to report, "but my concubine was so angry that she went back to the general's mansion just now and said..."

Yu Wenrui lifted the curtain of the car and said anxiously, "What are you talking about?"

"She said she would make peace with you and never return to the palace, and..."

"So what?"

"He also took the son away."

"What?" Yu Wenrui's eyes suddenly circled, "Little Anzi, you go to buy osmanthus soup on behalf of the king and bring it back to the mansion for Concubine Xian; you guys, hurry up, change the way to the General's mansion, and pick up the princess back. "

After finishing speaking, Yu Wenrui fidgeted and wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, wishing he could rush to the General's Mansion right away.

Seeing this, all the attendants looked at each other in blank dismay, and laughed dumbfounded: Just like this, do you still want to shake up your husband?What a joke!

"Interesting," when the crowd disappeared into the night, a cold voice came from a high place. He was wearing night clothes and covered his face with a black veil. A pair of cold star-like eyes looked at everything that happened in front of him with a smile that was not a smile. "It really was a good show."

After finishing speaking, he jumped up, and his light figure melted into the boundless night in the blink of an eye, disappearing without a trace.

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"Hahaha!"

"Kill him! Cut him! Cut him!"

"Alas! Damn it, I made a wrong bet again!"

"The big guy should be bet!"

"Yeah, fuck it, that stupid big guy has won eight games!"

"Fuck, what can I do if I win eight games? And it's not a fucking dead end?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, what should you do if you don't hit me if you hear me? Don't make me lose money!"

The setting sun is like blood, and the Valley of Absolute Soul is even more dazzlingly bloody.

The largest gang in Jianghu - Yutian Pavilion, the monthly "hunting" kicked off with a rumbling drum.

The so-called "hunting appreciation" of course means appreciating hunting and predation.On the night of the full moon every month, Yutian Pavilion will always bring those who dared to be enemies with the gang or who were targeted by Yutian Pavilion to the Valley of Absolute Souls, and let them fight against each other, threatening that only one can live.

And those captured by them, for the only chance to live, all gave up their humanity and were willing to be beasts.What kind of father and son, what kind of master and apprentice, let alone lovers and friends, in that hell on earth, in order to survive, they all sold their souls.

However, the saddest thing is that even the final victor can hardly leave alive.

Because, that opportunity is just a bet for them to fight each other desperately for the predators to laugh.

In the dry grass that had been burned by the flames, there were sparks faintly.

With the sound of "cracking" chains, a naked man who only covered his private parts with a coarse cloth was pushed to the center.

There was a "hissing" sound from being scalded, and there was a faint burning smell from the soles of the feet, and it was hard to tell whether the redness was blood or fire.

The tall body, strong muscles, numerous welts, coupled with a sharp-edged face, stimulated the soul of every killer against the backdrop of the moonlight.

They are all impatiently waiting for the result, wanting to see who the winner of today's last "hunting" is?

Is it this man?It was the same one—the piebald tiger that was shot blind in one eye...

Tiger, the king of beasts.

But when the tiger with one eye missing and a thick iron chain around its neck was released from the cage, it was not only the king of beasts, but also a bloodthirsty beast.

In its eyes, the blood-smelling person in front of him seemed to be the devil who laid a trap, wounded its eyes and chained it to its body.It wants to tear that person apart, it wants to bite that person, it wants to crush every bone of that person!

One step, two steps, the scorching black dry grass stimulated the beast's eyes to turn red, and with a loud roar, the piebald tiger leaped forward, the iron chain clanging, and its two tiger paws rushed towards the beast. that man.

The man jumped sideways to avoid it.

Unable to make a pounce, the spotted tiger shook its head, bared its teeth, let out another muffled growl, and pounced on the man again.

The man avoided it deftly as before.

"Damn it, what are you hiding, come on!" There was a noisy swearing around, "Come on!"

Another rumbling drum sounded, and suddenly there was a "whoosh" in the man's ear, and the man hurriedly lowered his head, only to hear a "ow", and the piebald tiger shook his body in pain.It turned out that a dart was sent from someone behind the man just now, and the dart was inserted straight into the spotted tiger's useless eye, without even getting into it!The piebald tiger was wounded more and more, and suddenly went berserk, ran several times, roaring, and rushed towards the man.

"Shua!" The man's chest including the flesh was torn off abruptly, and the fresh blood once again stimulated the piebald tiger to pounce.

The man gritted his teeth, enduring the severe pain, the blood dripping uncontrollably from his chest: I can't die!Can't die!I must not die!

The man frowned, and there was no trace of timidity in his piercing eyes. Although the heavy iron chain made his movements not so flexible, it was more than enough to deal with the spotted tiger. He turned over and jumped onto it, wrapped the iron chain around the spotted tiger's neck with one hand, and then pulled back forcefully with both hands.

"Ouch..."

"Woooo..."

The feeling of suffocation caused the piebald tiger to turn over abruptly and try to shake off the person on it. "呲呲啦啦啦" the hot grass surface touched the skin, and immediately smelled a scorching smell. At this time, whether it was a man or a The piebald tiger is like being burned.

The man struggled to stand up, dragged his right hand into the chain, and slammed the spotted tiger's head with his left fist.

One, two, three...

The skull was cracked and the plasma was splashed. In an instant, the surrounding area was so silent that no sound could be heard except the tiger's groans and heavy punches.

Even the man in red who was standing on the stargazing platform beating the drum for fun couldn't help but stop beating, and with his beautiful eyes, he looked down without any emotion.

Finally, the groaning sound disappeared.

It was replaced by the man's increasingly heavy panting.

The falling fists became slower and weaker.

Until, the man slumped on the bloody tiger...

"Hahaha, beautiful!"

"Come on, let's have a toast!"

"Damn it, I can really kill that spotted tiger. I really didn't expect it."

With the sound of laughter and cursing from all around, three strong men with bows and arrows on their backs boarded the observatory.

The arrow is on the string, ready to go.

"Whoo! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Amidst the sound of the wind, with a cold light, three arrows with carved feathers shot one on the back shoulder, one on the right arm, and one on the right rib.

The man raised his head in pain, clenched his fists in vain, his bloodshot eyes stared coldly at the direction of the feathered arrow.

The three strong men continued to bend their bows and set arrows with grinning grimaces.

"Hunting" is just a game after all.What's the point of shooting directly to death?

Every time, the last living person will be tortured to death slowly, the difference is only that the way of death is different.

This time, the command given by the Pavilion Master of Yutian Pavilion is—Thousand arrows piercing through the body.

Therefore, those three, but it indicates that the game has just begun.

Endless despair hit my heart: Your Highness, Mo Yun can no longer serve you.

A sad smile appeared on the corner of the man's lips, he slowly struggled to stand up, and looked up at the observatory.

He is not afraid of death, but he is unwilling to die like this!

Suddenly, he became puzzled, and saw that the three people on the observatory put down their bows and arrows reluctantly, and a man in red said something in front of them.

After a while, he felt the iron chain on his body being pulled, and his body was swayed away from the scorching black grass.

"Take him back, wash him, and give him some clothes to wear."

"Hey, what the hell, the pavilion master actually agreed to let him go."

"You don't even look at who is begging."

"So what if he begged for mercy, in the final analysis, he is not the child molester raised by our pavilion master."

"You fucking don't want to die! How dare you say that, Playboy."

……

Playboy?Mo Yun's eyes went dark, and his body was dragged to nowhere by two men.Tired, really tired, think about it and fall asleep like this...

After a carnival, the night was getting darker. The man in red who had been beating the drum before finally dropped the drum hammer in his hand. With a soft cry, he tiptoed and leaped to the second-floor building next to the observatory—Zhaixing Pavilion.

"Cold!" The person who had just jumped upstairs picked up the thin fur that had been put aside and quickly put it on, muttering, "Are you ready?"

"What's the rush? It will take longer to simmer for flavor." The person sitting cross-legged by the stove opened the clay pot and said.

He just stretched out his hand, trying to lift the lid of the crock pot, but was hit on the back of his hand by bamboo chopsticks in mid-air.

"Hungry...!" He licked his lips, looked at the person who raised his chopsticks and hit him on the back of his hand with innocent eyes, and complained in a low voice, "Master, I have served you for a day and a night, why are you willing to let me eat you?" Are you hungry?"

"You just got a reward, do you still need to eat?" the man joked.

"Hmph, then kill him quickly, I don't want to starve my stomach for him." The man in red pursed his pink lips and muttered in a low voice, then smiled at the man, "Master, do you think so?" ?

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