The villain is whitewashed: the heroine regrets it

In the blink of an eye, Long Yuanzhao had been locked in the dungeon for several days, and he seemed very depressed, and even lost his fighting spirit!

Long Yuanzhao didn't know how Quan Dan was going to deal with him, whether it was three cuts and six holes, or ten thousand cuts!With Quan Dan disposing of it, he no longer cares about this matter.

There are only two things he is concerned about at this time, one is the safety of Quan Ning, and the other is the safety of An Zhiqiu beside him!
"Hey!" Long Yuanzhao sighed for a long time. He felt that he was so stupid that he not only failed to rescue Quan Ning, but also let himself fall into death.

Long Yuanzhao lowered his head and looked at An Zhiqiu who was lying in his arms with a face full of happiness. An Zhiqiu's injuries were much better after taking the elixir secretly given by Shan Zhengxing, but he didn't wash his beautiful hair for a few days scattered.

She held Long Yuanzhao tightly with one hand, and rubbed her head against Long Yuanzhao's chest from time to time like a cat. She seemed not at all afraid that she would be executed by Quan Dan!
Off-screen, Quan Ning was very angry when she saw An Zhiqiu seduce her husband again, but this time she didn't have the confidence to reprimand her, because although An Zhiqiu was not Long Yuanzhao's wife, she blocked Quan with her body. Dan kills!
In the picture, Long Yuanzhao suddenly asked, "An Zhiqiu, is your injury still painful?"

An Zhiqiu opened his bright eyes, and said coquettishly, "Why doesn't it hurt? Damn... the bucket-thick sword qi hit me, almost cutting off my lungs."

"Haha..." Long Yuanzhao couldn't help being amused by her playful and exaggerated expression, "Then why did you block that blow for me?"

An Zhiqiu said bluntly: "Because I like you!"

"Because I like you!"

"Because I... like you..." An Zhiqiu stared straight at Long Yuanzhao and said affectionately and sadly: "I am a 'bad woman', and I like to lie when I urinate, to my brothers in the same school, to my sister, Lied to Master too."

"I... I'm happy to see others being deceived, but if I tell too many lies, no one will believe me anymore. I don't really care too much. I wish that others would ignore me and be alone. It's comfortable."

When An Zhiqiu said this, his expression suddenly darkened, "But... until I sincerely confessed my love to you, you thought it was a lie, and I began to panic and regret it. The lies of the past came to me with a thousand times the power. shoot."

"I think..." An Zhiqiu smiled miserably, "This is the only way I can convince you that I am really in love with you."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again and lay quietly in Long Yuanzhao's arms.

However, Long Yuanzhao's heart exploded like a thunderbolt. He was surprised that An Zhiqiu had the courage to confess his love to a man with a family, and he was at a loss for her passionate feelings.

At this time, the door was pushed open with a 'squeak', and Shan Zhengxing walked in with a bitter face, "Elder Long, the time has come!"

Long Yuanzhao fell silent when he heard the words, "Has Quan Dan finally decided to kill me?"

"Hey! Lord Sword God informed the entire Shenlong Continent of the news that he was going to kill you in Star City five days ago. I didn't inform you because I was afraid you couldn't stand it."

"Hahaha..." Not only did Long Yuanzhao not have the slightest fear on his face when he heard the words, but he smiled boldly: "Brother Shan, you are underestimating me, come closer and take a good look. Is there any fear at all?"

"No... I know Elder Long, you are a good man... You are a..." Shan Zhengxing said as his tears fell uncontrollably. Extremely."

"Oh! What a beautiful view?"

"Yes! It's very beautiful. At that time, Lu Gaozhan, the head of the Zhentian Sword Sect, and Sun Zhengyue, the head of the Yuxian Sword Sect, will be there, and most of the residents of Star City will also come to see you off."

"Hahaha..." Long Yuanzhao clapped his hands and laughed, "It's really wonderful."

"Yes!" Shan Zhengxing turned his face away and secretly wiped away his tears, "How many people in the world can be treated like you, Elder Long!"

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The sound of heavy footsteps in the early morning awakened the sleeping people. People opened the windows and saw a phalanx formed by hundreds of sword cultivators slowly walking along the widest Suzaku Avenue in Star City. These people held long swords and looked solemn. It's really as majestic as a mortal heavenly soldier.

And Shan Zhengxing was at the forefront of this phalanx, he couldn't help sighing, if possible... Shan Zhengxing really didn't want to send Long Yuanzhao on the road in person, he would rather hide in a corner where no one was around and cry bitterly, and then Get drunk again, because he really regards Long Yuanzhao as a bosom friend.

Shan Zhengxing held the hilt of his sword with his right hand, looking listless all the way.The disciples of the Supreme Sword Sect walked into the Suzaku Avenue in a row. At this time, Long Yuanzhao, who was in the center, finally appeared. He was chained by heavy shackles like a lion trapped in a cage. There are more than tens of thousands of Jilongji warriors and disciples of the Supreme Sword Sect, and now only An Zhiqiu is left to accompany him to the underworld.

Long Yuanzhao still does not lose his heroic spirit when he is at the end of the road. He holds his head high and his chest is facing the newborn sun with firm eyes and moves forward.

It's the season when sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom again, and Long Yuanzhao hasn't smelled this familiar fragrance for a long time.

On the road to death, Long Yuanzhao walked very slowly. He was not afraid of death. He felt that his short life was bright enough. He might regret that he did not marry Lan Bing and save Quan Ning. , did not keep the Tianjilongji left by his father.

Such a calculation seems to be quite a lot of regrets, but how can there be perfect things in the world?He is already very satisfied to have come this far from a weak sword cultivator.

Long Yuanzhao crushed the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on the road with his heels, and many people came to watch his execution. These people knew him, but none of them knew him.

After all, this is not the city of Longzhou where he was born and raised. Thinking of dying in another place, Long Yuanzhao couldn't help but feel a little disappointed!
But An Zhiqiu next to her always had an indifferent attitude. She scratched her ears and complained: "These people just look at it. Why are they shouting so loudly? My ears are almost deaf."

Long Yuanzhao smiled wryly when he heard the words: "Your head is about to fall off, and you are still worried about your ears?"

An Zhiqiu pursed her lips and did not answer, but Long Yuanzhao saw from her action that An Zhiqiu was actually a little afraid of death.

So he asked, "Zhiqiu, do you hate me?"

"What do you hate? Obviously, I broke in on my own initiative."

"Then are you afraid of being beheaded?"

"I..." The corner of An Zhiqiu's mouth twitched, and he stammered, "I... I'm not afraid, my head... my head has a scar that's no bigger than a bowl!"

Sun Zhengyue of Yuxian Sword Sect and Lu Gaozhan of Zhentian Sword Sect passed Long Yuanzhao side by side.

After a while, An Zhiqiu shrank his head and said cowardly: "Actually, I'm a little scared, but I'm not afraid when I think of going to hell with Yuan Zhao and you."

"I'm even a little happy, look... the one who stays with you in the end is me, not your wife Quan Ning!"

"I think... I won her."