"Put down the knife." Murong Zhang stared at Tong Yao closely.
Tong Yao shook her head and said nothing. She still looked at the ground without raising her head.
"Tong Yao! I told you to put down the knife!" Hearing Murong Zhang's gnashing of teeth, Tong Yao finally raised her head and looked at Murong Zhang
The surroundings were very quiet, no one spoke, and Tong Yao could hear the sound of her own heartbeat. Ever since she came to his side, she had never been beating so calmly as it was today.
In the center of the square, Tong Yao knelt on the ground, took one last look at her parents and a large number of troops not far away, smiled sadly, raised the knife in her hand, pointed it at her heart, and stabbed...