Zhao Min slowly retreated, she didn't dare to make the slightest noise. After all, she had even lost the Sword of the Heavenly Sword. Today was the darkest day in Zhao Min's life.
"Zhao Min, so you are here": Zhang Wuji said angrily.
Zhao Min was startled, and in just a moment, she started running again at lightning speed.
Zhang Wuji was trying to trick Zhao Min. Although he didn't see her, he was sure that she was spying on him in some inconspicuous corner.
The sound of Zhao Min running wildly caught Zhang Wuji's attention almost instantly.
In an instant, the two of them began a life-and-death chase again.
But it is obvious that Zhang Wuji's speed is faster.
Under the moonlight, looking at the delicate figure not far away, Zhang Wuji's heart was becoming more and more happy.
"Zhao Min, don't run away. Pay attention to your identity. You are one of the only two empresses in history. Everyone should be more polite. If you surrender on the spot, I may not kill you."
Zhao Min had already felt the oppression coming from behind her. It was a matter of life and death, but she still laughed and said, "Siven, there is only life and death between you and me. Siven, you'd better keep this kind of thing to yourself and do it in bed with your beautiful wives."
Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Zhao Min, you are wrong. My wives really don't like my elegance."
"Things have come to this. You know that you can't get over this hurdle today. While my child is still in your hands, you don't necessarily have to end up with your head and body separated."
Zhao Min said: "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that if I really die, your child will be fine. If I don't die, it's hard to say what will happen to your child."
"You have hurt me so badly today, so you'd better not let me reunite with my own soldiers, otherwise I will definitely tear out your son's tendons and skin him alive."
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Zhao Min was still running forward desperately. The more she did so, the more serious her internal injuries became. By this moment, she had no idea how much blood she had lost.
On the contrary, Zhang Wuji was in good shape at the moment. After a short while, he had caught up with Zhao Min and was about ten feet away.
Zhang Wuji smiled slightly, then flew up and kicked Zhao Min hard on the back.
Another mouthful of blood spurted out of Zhao Min's mouth.
She herself had fallen quite hard, and there were bloody scratches all over her fair arms.
After falling to the ground, Zhao Min looked up at the hill not far away. Unknowingly, she had run to the end of the forest, halfway up the hill.
Just as she was lamenting that she might not see the sun tomorrow, the icy edge of the Yitian Sword brought a slight chill to her fair neck.
Zhao Min, lying on the ground, just looked at Zhang Wuji coldly. There was no resentment or unwillingness in her eyes, only endless ridicule: "You coward, kill me, kill me, and the world will be yours."
"After fighting each other for so many years, I finally ended up like this."
Zhang Wuji said: "You are probably the biggest variable in my life. Killing you may be inevitable."
"If you don't die, my soldiers will suffer casualties every day, but my son is still in your hands after all. You come back to Daxing City with me first. After you order your soldiers to send my son back, I will decide whether you live or die."
Just as Zhao Min was about to speak, she spat out another mouthful of blood. The bright red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth to her snow-white neck.
After panting for a few times, she said, "Zhang Wuji, you really underestimate me. After all, I am an empress and the supreme ruler of the Yuan Empire. You want to take me as a prisoner."
"No way."
Zhao Min twisted her neck vigorously.
The blade of the Yitian Sword is so sharp that it is not unfair to die under the sword of this peerless divine weapon.
But now, Zhang Wuji doesn't want to give her this opportunity again.
He quickly retracted the sword in his hand.
Seeing that her suicide attempt failed, Zhao Min mocked him again: "Coward, you really are a coward. I've already told you that after I die, someone will naturally send your son back."
Zhang Wuji said: "How can I believe everything you say? Come back to Daxing with me. Since you didn't kill Zhiruo and the Queen, I may not leave you a way out."
"Disband your hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the spot and let them go back to the grassland. What I promised you in the past may not be impossible to fulfill."
No matter what Zhang Wuji said, Zhao Min still looked at him with contempt.
Zhao Min didn't say anything else.
She just closed her eyes gently. At this moment, she seemed to feel very comfortable, as if she felt unprecedented relief. The only regret was that before her death, she showed such an unbearable side in front of her enemy.
Zhang Wuji was helpless as well. He could only use the sword in his hand to gently pat her cheek: "Hey, don't pretend to be dead. You are an empress after all. If you do this, you will lose your status."
"Hello, hello..."
Zhao Min had no reaction. It was not until this moment that Zhang Wuji's heart was really touched.
He quickly squatted down and gently touched Zhao Min's pulse.
The weak pulse was almost insignificant.
The vital signs in Zhao Min's body were also rapidly disappearing. In other words, she might be dead now.
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