Roaming Collector

The Xiaoyu that Zhao Feng said, surnamed Zhao Mingyu, is the baby of this family, the youngest girl.

I don't know the background of Zhao Yun's parents. The three children they have are handsome and handsome, and the girl is as beautiful as a fairy. If the three brothers and sisters walk side by side on the street, they will definitely envy the whole street. Well, it is similar to the Huazhen team. This nature is exceptional.

The little girl Zhao Yu looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, four or five years younger than Zhao Yun who had just won the crown.But this girl not only looks like a flower, but also has a very well-developed figure. She has a protruding front and a curved back, and she has inherited the heroic spirit of her two elder brothers. There is a feeling that women do not give way to men.

"No! Brother, I will never let you go! Isn't it just a group of yellow scarf thieves? Xiao Yu, I will go and kill all those thieves!"

Facts have proved that the little girl is not only full of heroism, but also has a style of speech that is not inferior to that of a man. Rather than being heroic, it is better to say that she is a bit sturdy.

"No! Cough, cough, cough!" After hearing what Zhao Yu said, Zhao Feng waved his arms emotionally, but he became sick and coughed continuously: "Cough cough... you are a woman... cough cough... shouting and killing... cough cough ...What kind of system is it?!"

This is coughing out the rhythm...

He didn't mention the rhythm, but said that although Zhao Feng was not accepted as a disciple by Tong Yuan because of his physique, his understanding was not wasted in vain, but he learned literature and became a scholar.

Therefore, compared to Zhao Yun who is cautious and bold, but careless about trifles, Zhao Feng is more calm and rational, and he also has the rigidity of a literati.

"This..." Zhao Yuzhen, who knows that his elder brother has always been rigid, is really about to cry at this moment. What is the point of this, and why do you say that girls should not shout and kill... do you just wait to be killed if you don't fight or kill?

Seemingly seeing Zhao Yu's thoughts, Zhao Feng, who managed to stop coughing, raised a bitter smile and said, "Brother knows what you're up to, but even if you stole some tricks from your second brother If you want to break through the siege with your big brother and rush out with the superficial martial arts skills, you will undoubtedly eat people's dreams, a fairy tale. Cough cough..."

After coughing twice, Zhao Feng ignored Zhao Yu's stop and continued, "Brother's body is very clear to me. Even if we don't encounter the Yellow Turban Uprising, I won't live long. Cough cough..."

"No! Brother, you..."

"Xiao Yu, listen to me. Cough..." Zhao Feng interrupted Zhao Yu, and continued: "Instead of letting big brother drag you down to die together, it's better for you to rush out alone and do as little killing as possible. Go to your second brother. Your second brother has worshiped a famous teacher and learned great skills, if you vote for your second brother, I will feel relieved."

After Zhao Yu heard this, without saying a word, he picked up the long sword, carried Zhao Feng on his back, kicked open the door of his house, and walked out with big strides.

"Little Yu, you..."

"You and my brother and sister will die together!" Zhao Yu interrupted Zhao Feng's words in a resolute tone: "If I abandon my elder brother's life in disregard, what face do I have to go to my second elder brother alive? Don't do the thing of abandoning relatives and friends, just living in vain, if you and I die, there will be second brother to avenge us."

Zhao Yu's words reached this point, so Zhao Feng had no choice but to sigh, shut his mouth, and stop talking.I just prayed that I would not drag down my little sister's life.

But Zhao Yu rushed out of the house with his brother on his back, looked around, and found out that in just a short while, two skinny guys wearing yellow scarves turned into his small house with weapons that were not weapons. hospital.

It is true that Zhao Yu just learned some superficial skills secretly, but the object of this trivial matter is Zhao Yun, a master.Even if Zhao Yun a year or two ago was not as powerful as he is now, even at that time, Zhao Yun's peripheral kung fu was not something ordinary soldiers could underestimate, let alone the Yellow Turban militiamen who hadn't had enough to eat?

The so-called people do not offend me, I do not offend others.This time people have come to kill them, so Zhao Yu naturally won't be polite to these "little monsters" who are not even good-for-nothing.

The sword light flashed, and the long sword was unsheathed.Zhao Yu, who was carrying Zhao Feng on his back, walked casually between the two yellow scarf soldiers who were standing still, until Zhao Yu took two steps, and two bright red blood bloomed on the chests of the two sad "little monsters". flower.

Zhao Feng, who was lying on Zhao Yu's back, saw the bright red on the chests of the two who fell to the ground, and sighed with complicated expressions, but did not make a sound.

At this time, don't say anything, he even hopes that his existence will be completely zero, so that his sister will have a greater chance of escaping.

Zhao Feng never wanted Zhao Yu to kill more, not because of his rigidity, but because of his love for his sister.

He didn't want his sister to draw a sword and kill someone in order to protect him, no, it should be said that he didn't want his sister to kill someone under any circumstances.

Killing is different from killing chickens and sheep, killing is killing, the feeling of killing the same kind, the guilt of stepping over other people's corpses for one's own life, is not something that a young girl like Zhao Yu should appreciate. things.

However, this is the case in troubled times, either you kill me or I kill you.Zhao Feng, who had no strength to restrain his hands, could only watch helplessly as his sister's hands were stained red with blood, cursing his body and his own incompetence under the premise that he was unable to protect his sister.

The sword light flashed continuously, and more and more figures fell at Zhao Yu's feet, but there were more figures, driven by hunger and other reasons, rushing towards the two brothers and sisters in extraordinary clothes, just to be able to Grab something, something to keep them alive.

Slashing a man's throat with a sword, he swiftly dodged the attack of the fire stick, and left a bright red streak on the chest of the yellow scarf soldier who was playing with the fire stick.Zhao Yu panted, and glanced at the densely packed figures in front of him.

As Zhending is only one county away from Julu, the center of the uprising, Zhao Yu obviously underestimated the number of Yellow Turban soldiers.More and more people were wearing yellow turbans, and even under the instigation of that Tianyin, more and more ordinary people joined the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army.

Kill endlessly, the more you surround, the more you will be surrounded!

However, the terrifying number of people could not suppress Zhao Yu's determination.Since it is death anyway, it is better to sacrifice your life to fight a bloody way, and the chance of escaping is also greater.

"Xiao Yu, it's alright, just leave the elder brother here, you have done enough." Zhao Feng, who had been a burden behind the younger sister for a long time, couldn't help but opened his mouth.Because he knew that if his sister didn't leave him as a burden, she would lose the chance of escaping forever.

"Shut up!" The younger sister scolded her elder brother for the first time, with an unprecedented tone of anger: "At this time, please don't say something strange to distract me."

Lips moved, Zhao Feng raised his head and glanced at the yellow scarf soldiers who were gathering more and more, as if he had made some decision, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.