On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1129 There are some things you just can't understand

As the blood-soaked, seemingly crazed man drew ever closer, Murong Yan showed no fear whatsoever.

She didn't even move an inch.

She simply sat quietly on that crimson-gold phoenix chair, looking at him with a cold, death-gazing gaze.

Because she knew that standing before her was a man who could withstand all the storms of this world.

"court death."

Lin Zhen looked at the madman who dared to rush towards his wife, oblivious to his own mortality, and softly uttered two words.

His voice was very soft and faint.

But the chilling killing intent contained in that voice made the temperature of the entire city tower seem to drop several degrees.

Just as the faceless scimitar was about to touch the hem of Murong Yan's clothes...

Lin Zhen moved.

No one saw how he moved.

All the people saw was a silver lightning bolt slicing through the sky.

The next second, Lin Zhen's figure appeared in front of Faceless like a ghost.

"clang!"

A crisp, metallic clang rang out!

Lin Zhen's longsword precisely parried the faceless man's seemingly inevitable strike!

An unparalleled, immense power emanated from the sword!

Faceless felt a numbness in his hand, and the curved knife in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp!

He was terrified!

He knew Lin Zhen was strong, but he never expected Lin Zhen to be this strong!

With just one move, he already felt the enormous gap, as if it were an insurmountable chasm!

"you……!"

He was about to say something.

Lin Zhen's second sword strike has arrived.

This sword strike was unremarkable, without any fancy moves.

It was just a simple, straight thrust.

But this simple sword strike was incredibly fast and incredibly ruthless!

It was as if all the killing intent had been concentrated on that small sword tip!

Faceless felt a blur before his eyes, and a deadly sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body!

He tried to dodge, but found that he couldn't dodge at all!

Lin Zhen's sword had already blocked all his escape routes!

He could only watch helplessly as the gleaming sword tip grew larger and larger in his pupils...

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible to everyone.

Lin Zhen's longsword pierced through the faceless man's chest!

Fresh blood flowed down the sword in a gurgling stream.

The faceless body suddenly stiffened.

He looked down, staring in disbelief at the gruesome bloody hole in his chest.

The madness and resentment in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by endless fear and...unwillingness.

He couldn't understand it until his death.

why?

Why did their seemingly perfect "purification plan" fail so quickly and so completely?

Why is this man in front of me so powerful that he inspires such despair?

"Why...why..." He used the last bit of strength to squeeze out a few words from his throat.

“Because,” Lin Zhen slowly drew his longsword, letting his body fall softly to the ground, and said in a cold voice, “there are always some things in this world that you madmen can never understand and can never overcome.”

"For example, hope."

"For example, to protect."

After saying that, he didn't look at the gradually cooling corpse on the ground again.

He turned around and walked back to Murong Yan's side.

He reached out and gently smoothed her wind-blown hair, his voice instantly regaining its unique tenderness.

"Yan'er, did I scare you?"

Murong Yan shook her head. She reached out and tightly grasped his hand, which was still stained with the enemy's blood.

"No. With my husband here, I'm not afraid of anything."

Below the city walls, the battle was drawing to a close.

The remnants of the "Nihilism Party," having lost their leader and surrounded by enemies, completely lost the will to resist.

Some of them chose to self-destruct in a frenzy, attempting to perish together with the surrounding officers and soldiers.

Some chose to kneel down and surrender, crying and begging for mercy.

But what awaited them was only the cold blades of the "Night Owls".

Lin Zhen and Murong Yan showed no pity whatsoever for these madmen who had lost their humanity and were only interested in destroying the world.

Kill without mercy!

Leave no one behind!

When the last man in black was pierced through the heart with a halberd amidst screams, he was pinned to the ground.

Finally, the entire Chengtianmen Square returned to a deathly silence.

Only the overwhelming stench of blood and the scattered limbs silently testified to the brutality of the battle that had just taken place.

And just then.

A figure that no one expected actually stood up, swaying, from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood!

It's Kong Zhiqian!

He's still alive!

At this moment, he looked extremely disheveled.

His once neat scholar's robe was now stained beyond recognition by blood and mud.

His face and body were covered with wounds of all sizes, the deepest of which almost severed his left arm at the shoulder.

His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his eyes no longer held the madness and resentment of before, only a kind of... utter stillness and despair.

He lost.

They lost so badly that they had nothing left, not even their underwear.

All his plans, all his backup plans, all his madness, became a huge joke in front of Lin Zhen and Murong Yan, the couple.

He looked at the two elegant figures standing side by side on the city wall, and suddenly smiled.

His smile was more like a grimace than a cry.

"Lin Zhen... Murong Yan..."

His voice was hoarse and dry, like two scrap metal pieces rubbing against each other.

"I lost……"

"I give up..."

He threw away the longsword in his hand, which had long since been dulled, and stood quietly amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

"Come on, kill me."

"Give me one, quick and easy."

He no longer wanted to live.

For someone as arrogant as him, such a humiliating defeat was more unbearable than death.

However, Lin Zhen just stared at him coldly and didn't move.

Murong Yan looked at him with a look of disgust, as if he were trash.

"Kill you?" Lin Zhen's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Kong Zhiqian, you're too naive."

Do you think death is the ultimate punishment for someone like you?

"Do not."

"Death is a relief for you."

"But I, on the contrary, do not want you to be free so easily."

He turned his head to look at Zhao Wuji beside him, his voice as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

"Send the order!"

"Take the traitor Kong Zhiqian and imprison him in the deepest part of the imperial prison!"

"Treat his wounds with the best medicine! Feed him the best food! We must not let him die so easily!"

"I want him to live!"

"I want him to see it with his own eyes!"

"Watching the very country he most wanted to destroy, step by step, under the hands of Your Majesty and me, move towards unprecedented prosperity!"

"I want him to slowly rot away in that dark corner, in endless, eternal despair and regret!"

"This is the best punishment for someone like him!"