Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Zhao Zhiruo stood on the city wall: "Your Majesty, I will fight."

Xuanyuan Luo pulled her back, his eyes full of affection and reluctance. He raised his hand and touched Zhao Zhiruo's eyebrows: "Ruo'er, I can't forgive you."

After saying that, he pushed Zhao Zhiruo towards Han Ziyu, and then jumped off the city wall: "If you want to enter the city, you must first pass me."

Tens of thousands of people instantly surrounded Xuanyuan Luo.

He held a halberd in his hand and fought among thousands of people, making a sharp hissing sound when the weapons touched each other.

Zhao Zhiruo used her spiritual power to jump off the city wall, but Bei Yi held her back: "He did this just because he didn't want you to die. You two have a child."

Zhao Zhiruo took back her spiritual power and thought of Ling'er in the palace. If she died, what would Ling'er do? But what should his husband do now?

Xuanyuan Luo took the command of the opponent's army and said: "Quickly withdraw the troops."

The conductor laughed loudly and said disdainfully: "Xuanyuan Luo, you are just hanging on for a breath. Even if you kill me, you won't be able to change the situation."

"I will go back to the imperial city with you and let my soldiers go. They are warriors who protect our home and country and should not become victims of power disputes." Xuanyuan Luo aside! Fight hard to kill the enemy, while commanding and hovering with the opponent.

"The city gate is open, the city gate is open!" the other side's soldiers shouted.

Soon tens of thousands of troops rushed over.

Xuanyuan Luo released his spiritual power to form a formation: "Close the city gate!"

Zhao Zhiruo flew to the city gate. She was only one step away from her husband, but they seemed to be separated by heaven and earth. Seeing the blood all over Xuanyuan Luo's body, her eyes were filled with tears.

"Ruo'er, close it quickly!" Xuanyuan Luo's hair crown was broken by the enemy's sword, his black hair fell off, and his face was covered with blood.

With an order, Zhao Zhiruo used her spiritual power to close the city gate, and the two people's eyesight was disconnected as the city gate closed.

The king is outside the city, and the wife is inside the city.

Zhao Zhiruo leaned against the city gate, frowning and tears fell down her cheeks: "Xuanyuan Luo, I, Zhao Zhiruo, only love you in this life."

Han Ziyu flew straight down the city wall and used spiritual power to rescue Xuanyuan Luo, who was trapped under the siege of tens of thousands of soldiers: "Bai Luo."

"Senior brother." Xuanyuan Luo held the halberd to support his body. His spiritual power was exhausted and he was exhausted. The blood on his arms was dripping down his sleeves.

The corpses of the enemy soldiers surrounded him, or they were so angry that they did not dare to move forward.

Han Ziyu threw out Wu Ge and formed an ice blade array to support Xuanyuan Luo who was about to fall to the ground: "Let's go."

Bei Yi immediately flew to the city gate and opened it: "Master, come in quickly."

Han Ziyu supported Xuanyuan Luo and quickly entered the city gate.

Zhao Zhiruo held back her tears and supported the seriously injured Xuanyuan Luo: "Your Majesty."

Xuanyuan Luo wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Silly girl, why are you crying? I'm back."

Zhao Zhiruo hugged his neck tightly: "If you die, I will never live alone."

Xuanyuan Luo coughed violently, and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth: "What are you talking about~ Silly words, you have to take good care of Ling'er."

Zhao Zhiruo hugged his face tightly with both hands: "Husband, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Medical officer, medical officer!"

Bei Yi carried Xuanyuan Luo Yujian back to the palace.

There was deathly silence in the palace, and the people gathered here did not dare to breathe.

Han Ziyu used Qigong to heal his injuries, and Xuanyuan Luo didn't wake up until late at night.

But the royal city has also been lost, and all the soldiers in the city have their heads missing.

Only the palace can resist for a while under the heavy barriers.

Xuanyuan Ling ran over with cakes in her arms: "Aniang, Aniang, let's have some food."

Looking at the five-year-old child in front of him, Bei Yi felt sad, thinking that he was sold to Liu Zhixian's home by his biological father at this age.

If this is not an illusion, and it really goes back to the past, it can help change history, but this is just an illusion.

There were huge troops outside the palace.

"Listen to the people inside and surrender. No one will be killed."

The people gathered in the palace were disheartened.

"Do you want to escape?"

"Forget it, what if what they say is false?"

"We'll see."

"How long do we want to stay here? The royal city has fallen. We might as well follow them to the imperial city."

Some people were already dizzy with hunger.

Han Ziyu and Bei Yi cooked several pots of porridge and distributed it to these people.

A little girl grabbed Bei Yi's robe: "Brother, will we die?"

Bei Yi knelt down and patted the little girl on the head: "No, big brother will protect you."

The little girl smiled sweetly: "Thank you, big brother."

People in the palace were panicked.

Nearly ten thousand people were huddled in every corner, the wind was biting and the snow was falling.

"I really want to go home," one child said.

"There is no home anymore," someone said.

"My mother and father are both dead," another child said.

The woman on the side looked at the disgraced child with distress, and handed him her porridge: "Drink more."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Han Ziyu couldn't bear to watch anymore, knowing that this was an illusion, knowing that it had already happened, knowing that nothing could be changed, but when everything reappeared before her eyes, the feeling of powerlessness made life worse than death.

"People in the palace, listen, your prince is a hypocrite. He blocked your escape route in order to survive. The connection between Beijiang and Fangyuan was destroyed by your prince. Your prince imprisoned you in the palace for the purpose It’s just holding people hostage to save their lives.”

As soon as the words fell, the palace became a mess. In this environment where life and death were unknown, the slightest movement would cause people to collapse.

"I don't believe that the prince has paid so much for the royal city over the years."

"Yes, the prince was seriously injured because of us."

"Don't listen to the nonsense of people outside."

"But how many days can we stay in the royal city? With so many of us, how long can the palace's food last? Three days at most." A man sighed.

Bei Yi sat down next to Han Ziyu, and the dim light in the corridor hit his face: "Master, are you hungry?"

Han Ziyu shook his head.

Bei Yi took out a piece of pastry from his arms: "I asked the young prince for this. Eat some."

Han Ziyu took it and took two bites: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This has been the case since ancient times."

The cold wind blew and Han Ziyu's hair was messed up.

Bei Yi brushed away the broken hair from his eyes.

The two people's eyes met, and heavy snow came and sprinkled on their hair.

"Master, if my disciple becomes a monster despised by thousands of people one day, will you still want me?" Bei Yi asked cautiously.

"That day will never come." Han Ziyu stared into Bei Yi's eyes.

Bei Yi smiled and raised his hand to touch the residue from the corner of Han Ziyu's mouth: "Some people say that being together in the rain means we grow old together."

Bei Yi looked at the ring on his hand, and then at the ring on Han Ziyu's hand.

Han Ziyu looked at Bei Yi blankly.

The two of them were soaked in the snow and blown by the cold wind, their eyes intertwined.

Bei Yi's heart ached unbearably, and the painful scenes from his past life came back again and again, but he really wanted to kiss him.