The blood of the dust and evil in the chaotic world dyes the red lotus

Chongyi finally appeared in the long prison cell, looking at Chu Dan's perfect but almost broken body, he didn't feel much pleasure.

The door was opened, and on the cold ground, two lives were already on the brink of death.

The bright red hurt Chong Yi's eyes, and the word "Cang Ye" burned into his heart even more.

"My lord, this..." the old man asked tremblingly, he couldn't help approaching the blood-red patch, bent over and picked up the weakly breathing baby, and hugged him into his arms.

"I can't die..." Muttering to himself, Chong Yi was in a trance for a moment, then regained consciousness and regained his gloomy expression, "Come here, write a prescription for him to hang himself, and send this thing to the Cang Ye Camp" Chong Yi glanced at the newborn baby, and bloodthirsty thoughts flashed through his mind.

The yellow dust is long, misty eyes.

The camp of the Cang Army, victory is imminent.Yu Cangye sat alone in the tent, feeling lost.

"Report;?—His Highness, there is an enemy envoy seeking to see him." Outside the army tent, soldiers came to report, which touched Cang Ye's heart.

"Zhun Jian" opened his mouth lightly, but his heart trembled, and an ominous premonition struck.

Soon, an old father-in-law entered the big account with a child in his arms. When the newborn baby came into view, Cang Ye's heart tightened suddenly, and he got up involuntarily, and approached...

The little baby wrapped in the red cloak didn't cry, and fell asleep peacefully, Cang Ye couldn't speak, and his throat was sore.After a long silence, he finally took over the newborn life, opened the bright red cloak tremblingly, and saw a finger-sized red mark on the baby's abdomen, which was the birthmark of their royal blood.

"General, Chonghuang's life is up to you"...

Life, what is life, life is torture, life is hell for idiots.

When Cang Ye's familiar figure appeared, the long dungeon was dim and dark, and the echo of footsteps could be heard every step he took.

Heart sinking, Cang Ye even found it difficult to breathe.The secluded and long passage, so long, so hopeless, which step did not step through Cang Ye's heart...

But the road always has an end, and when he reached the heavy wooden railing, Chu Dan was still lying in the blood red, the dry man, the dry blood, and the dry Cang Ye, burned Cang Ye's crazy heart.

What else can't be forgiven, and what makes him feel more distressed than Chu Dan.

The long knife in Chong Yi's hand was still on Chu Dan's neck, his gloomy eyes reflected the blood red.

Cang Ye knelt down powerlessly, in front of that evil ghost named Chong Yi, "I will retreat, and I will give you my life, but please, treat him kindly." With a desperate tone and a deep voice.Cang Ye's pale and handsome face was pale with the sadness of a lifetime.

Chong Yi bet Cang Ye's love for Chu Dan, he won? ...

Who will win...

Cang Ye returned to the camp, and immediately dispatched troops to break through the imperial city.This licentious dynasty finally buried his last night.

But the new emperor is called Shangwen.In the eyes of everyone, the great commander named Cang Ye was sacrificed in this battle, and Yuan Chongdi, the monarch who destroyed the country, fled without a trace with a small team of soldiers and horses.

The blood-stained battlefield is extremely bleak and cold as ice.

What kind of love is deep in infatuation and hatred,

May the heaven miss the old people.

Hatred can be deeply rooted,

Bullies are forgotten as Iraqis.

Cang Ye is incapable of supporting his own tribe, let alone Chu Dan.

He would rather choose to perish, hovering on the edge of the underworld, waiting for Chu Dan to die with him.

On the turbulent battlefield, the figure of an old man passed by, caressing the sorrowful life of the two idiots...