However, Ji Xingzhi and the others hadn't gone far when they saw on the city wall...

When Ji Ruhua saw Ji Xingzhi and others leave, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand holding the dagger unconsciously loosened a little.

At this moment, Shui Lianche grabbed Ji Ruhua's hand and tried to restrain her.

Unexpectedly, just as he held Ji Ruhua's hand, he saw a blood-stained red gun!

A red spear pierced Ji Ruhua's chest from behind.

Shui Lianche's pupils suddenly shrank: "As picturesque!"

Shui Lianche reached out and hugged Ji Ruhua, preventing her from falling down.

Staring intently at the soldier who had taken the initiative to harm Ji Ruhua, Shui Lianche was furious: "Cut him into pieces right here!"

The soldier's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with confusion!

Why? He clearly saved the emperor, why did the emperor want to kill him?!

Unfortunately, he was caught by several other soldiers and his mouth was covered, so he couldn't make any sound.

Ji Ruhua leaned on Shui Lianche's shoulder, they were very close, like lovers who were reluctant to part.

The sudden change on the city wall naturally caused Ji Xingzhi and others to look back.

Ji Ruhua's eyes met Ji Xingzhi's from a distance. Ji Ruhua wanted to tell Ji Xingzhi to "run away quickly", but she was no longer able to make a sound.

She said nothing, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and a cold face appeared in her mind. It was Ling Lan's appearance.

Her eyelids grew heavy, and Ji Ruhua lowered her eyes to glance at Ling Lan, who had already died, and slowly closed her eyes with deep guilt.

There are three beauties in Lizhou.

Fine wine, beautiful scenery and beautiful women.

Ji Ruhua is the third beauty.

She was beautiful, even in death.

Ji Ruhua's life was very short, so short that it makes people sigh. It really fits the saying "Beautiful women have always had a short life".

"Ruhua..." Shui Lianche held Ji Ruhua, who was no longer breathing, and stood on the city wall, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

A hot tear slid down Shui Lianche's handsome face. He reached out his hand to touch the tear marks on his face in a daze and was stunned.

How long has it been since you shed tears?

Ever since he witnessed his mother and Hua'er being killed by his biological brother Shui Lianqing as a child, he has never cried again...

Ji Xingzhi was also stunned. Ji Ruhua's voice, appearance and smile from the past were still before her eyes...

Ji Jiangxin and others paused, then turned around and ran north.

Ji Xingzhi's feet felt heavy and he suddenly couldn't move his legs.

In the end, Yuan Qin grabbed Ji Xingzhi's arm and followed.

Seeing this, Hongsu symbolically ordered: "Chase."

The Shuizhou soldiers obeyed the order and chased after them.

After a long time, several soldiers came back to report to Shui Lianche: "Your Majesty, they have hidden in the Lizhou Imperial Mausoleum. We have surrounded the imperial mausoleum."

Shui Lianche stood on the city wall. The bodies of Ling Lan and Ji Ruhua had already been taken away by someone he ordered.

After hearing the soldier's reply, Shui Lianche said with a cold face, "Lead the way."

Hong Su was about to follow, but before she could move, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

He was wearing a black robe and a black cloak. The hood on the cloak was very wide, covering half of his face.

In fact, even without his hat, his face couldn't be seen.

He wore a mask on his face, a golden mask.

The Shuizhou soldiers were a little panicked by the sudden appearance of the men in black, and they all raised their swords.

"Xiao Jinzi?" Hong Su was a little surprised when she saw the person coming.

Speaking of which, shouldn't Qing Pan be by the Demon Lord's side right now? Could it be...?!

Hongsu's face changed color: "Did something happen to the Demon Lord?"

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