Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

May I ask when the flame is most magnificent.

It is not when it is burning fiercely and devouring the sky, nor is it when it is swaying steadily and crackling, but the moment before it goes out, knowing that it will be turned into ashes, it still jumps with all its strength and desperately delivers the moment of brilliance.

Lu Zhengqiu witnessed this moment.

In front of his eyes, the newly condensed primordial spirit disintegrated and disintegrated, turning into fragments, just like the phantom brought by the Long Jue Formation, shattered into thousands of pieces, and disappeared with the wind, leaving only a tired body, fell into his arms.

Holly's appearance is not ordinary.

Fortunately, the sword was deflected from the heart and inserted obliquely into the right shoulder.

Unfortunately, the wound was bleeding continuously, and the color of the blood stained on the clothes changed rapidly, fading from bright red to an unnaturally deep black.The small wound was like a whirlpool, sucking away the blood from his body, causing his lips to turn pale quickly, his eyelids to droop more and more, and his eyes to loosen.

There is poison on the arrow.

Lu Zhengqiu made a decisive decision, peeled off Dongqing's collar, slipped it to his shoulders, put his hand near the hideous wound, grasped the root of the arrowhead, and pulled it out forcefully.

The pain of tearing muscles was extraordinary, the back of the person in his arms arched straight, his pale lips trembled violently, and a hoarse roar came from the depths of his throat, his left hand stretched out into the air, his five fingers tried to make a fist, but they convulsed and twitched, what? I can't hold it either.

Lu Zhengqiu threw the bloody arrow aside, put his blood-stained palm against the hand that was desperately trying to hold it tightly, and gently wrapped his five fingers.

He looked at the person in his arms and called out, "Holly."

Hearing his voice, Holly opened her eyelids slowly, her eyes turned blankly, like a lost child frantically searching, and it took a long time to find the focus.

"Master?"

"En." Lu Zhengqiu replied, his usual eloquence was gone, and he couldn't even say a word of comfort.

The normally inarticulate young man spoke again. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said in a trembling voice: "You're fine... just..."

There was a bit of joy in the weak voice, as if the injuries and pains imposed on him had turned into great happiness.

However, this extravagant happiness is just a momentary illusion.

Nan Yanqi was still struggling in a pool of blood, but the boy who made the iron hook had already got up from the ground.He spat and said, "It really is a lunatic."

Although the young man was hit, he was fine. He bent down beside Nan Yanqi, picked up the long knife in the pool of blood, and didn't even look at his companion, as if it was just a strange man who fell down. stakes.

He only had eyes on the thorny enemy, and he stared at Holly, stepping over the still warm ashes all over the ground, and walked staggeringly.

Dongqing seemed to hear the sound of approaching footsteps, she clenched her five fingers suddenly, struggled in Master's arms, and tried to get up again to meet him.

However, at this moment, he couldn't even stand alone.

He hadn't mastered the trick of controlling the primordial spirit, and he had just consumed too much strength, and he was poisoned by the arrow, so it was difficult to continue the battle anyway.

No matter how magnificent the flame is, there will always be a moment to extinguish it.

The boy holding the knife was getting closer and closer. The boy was no taller than his companions. The long knife hung all the way to the ground. The tip of the knife scraped through the silted black soil, making a dull and clear sound, like the howling of an evil spirit.

Lu Zhengqiu's breathing was stagnant, and his body shape was also on the verge of limit, so there was no strength left to fight back.

He turned to Si Yutong beside him, and just about to speak, the latter gestured for silence: "Master Zhengqiu, wait a moment, listen, is there a sound of water?"

"The sound of water?"

Lu Zhengqiu listened attentively, and he really heard rushing sounds near the river, rising and falling, full of rhythm, like oars moving the water surface.

Suddenly, a firework rose from the river and quickly rushed into the sky.

The fireworks burned violently, and the light that was wiped out briefly illuminated the situation on the river bank. On the misty river, a boat was slowly passing through the river.

Si Yutong pressed Lu Zhengqiu's shoulder, and said eagerly: "Listen to me, get down!"

Time was running out, and there was no time to hesitate, Lu Zhengqiu immediately embraced Dongqing in his arms, and brought him to lie on the ground together.

He had just settled down when he heard screams coming from his ears, and countless arrows flew out of the river, falling in all directions like raindrops.

The boy with the knife suddenly raised his head and searched in the darkness. However, arrows kept piercing his feet, forcing him to retreat all the way to Nan Yanqi's side.

The woman on the stage was also forced to jump off the high stage by the rain of arrows. She blew a whistle. When the young man heard the sound, he abandoned the knife, picked up the injured Nan Yanqi, followed the woman, and quickly escaped into the darkness, as if hiding The moon that entered the gap in the clouds soon disappeared.

Instead, there are boats on the river. The sound of the water is getting closer and closer, and the shadow of the boat canopy is already faintly discernible.

Lu Zhengqiu raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes and looked towards the river.There was not only one boat floating in the darkness, but two boats followed each other on the left and right.

Connected to the Jingjiang River is Dongting Lake, and five boats sailed from the direction of the lake. There were people standing beside the boats, and at a glance, there were about a dozen of them, all holding bows and arrows, ready to go.

The rain of arrows that saved their lives just now fell from their hands.

Lu Zhengqiu asked: "Are they?"

Si Yutong sat up from the ground and said, "They are my friends in the world, don't worry, they are here to rescue us."

Lu Zhengqiu met her gaze with a dazed look on his face.

Si Yutong continued: "I had contacted them a few days ago and made an appointment to meet near Baling. I wanted to tell you tonight, but I didn't expect that it was the Devil's Cult who came first..."

Seeing the ashamed look on her face, Lu Zhengqiu nodded slightly and said: "I understand, since this is the case, you should leave first."

Si Yutong immediately said: "How could I abandon you, you are also my friends."

There was no airs of royalty in her tone, but she still looked like that daring fake beggar.

Lu Zhengqiu was stunned for a moment, his eyes couldn't help but look away from her, and he let out an inaudible sigh.

Si Yutong didn't notice his expression, but said anxiously: "You two are seriously injured, don't act rashly, wait here for a while, I'll call for help."

She stood up as she spoke, and waved desperately as she walked to the river.

"Tong! Are you safe?" An inquiry came from the boat.

"I'm fine, but someone was hurt," her voice finally trembled, "you... you're finally here!"

Lu Zhengqiu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the muffled sound of the bow hitting the river bank.

It was only when he let down his vigilance that he felt a faint numbness in his arms. It turned out that he held Dongqing tightly in his arms and unconsciously used a lot of strength.

The blood gushing from the wound on Holly's shoulder also stained his skirt.

He hugged Holly's neck, helped her sit up halfway, and carefully observed his face.

The young man was still breathing, but his brows were tightly furrowed, and his teeth were biting his lips tightly, almost bleeding from the bite.

"Holly, it's okay, it's okay." Lu Zhengqiu whispered in his ear, and raised a hand to caress his cheek.

As soon as the fingertips touched the opponent's skin, they retracted.

In the end, the slender fingers slid away from Holly's cheeks, just brushed away the scattered hair on his forehead, and carefully pinned it behind the ears, so that they returned to their usual neat appearance.

"...Fool."

A bitter whisper came out of Lu Zhengqiu's throat.

However, the young man in his arms could no longer hear his words clearly.