I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

The name of the building is "Wangyan Building".

The watchtower is the main road connecting the west gate of the silver bridle and the school ground in front of Fubo hall. When the gate of the building is locked during the war, it becomes the first fortress encountered by the invaders.

Now that Xiao Qiang is in trouble, what's the use of guarding the watchtower?

I was preparing for a fierce fight, but when I arrived in front of the Fubo Hall, I saw the small team led by Ying Xiaolu standing in the flames, and it was not difficult for them to change soldiers around.

Ying Xiaolu is not here.

I said, "What's going on? Where's Madam?"

The leading soldier said blankly: "Master Ying Er is upstairs, Madam went up to persuade her brother to go..."

The range that the tallow candle can illuminate is only a few feet, and the upper half of the tall building finally melts into the night.

I was a little anxious: "She went upstairs, why didn't you follow?!"

The soldier groaned, "We can't keep up with Madam's path..."

Just now, the soldiers turned and attacked upstairs.Outside the building, only swords and soldiers were heard, and the windows were frantic with lights and shadows. Finally, the lights in the building were all extinguished, and it was unknown how many ambush soldiers were hiding.Ying Xiaolu couldn't enter through the main entrance, so she chose to climb outside the building instead.

The starlight was dim, the mutinous soldiers in the south of Wangyanlou, the roaring Liezong River in the north, and the anxious Ying Xiaolu disappeared after a few vertical jumps, how could these ordinary soldiers keep up.

I asked for a fire to fold around my waist, but I could only climb up the slippery tiles.I didn't know how many floors I climbed, I only heard the iron horse ding-dong at the corner of the eaves, and finally I saw a black shadow lying under the window facing the river.

I was afraid to startle her, so I called softly from afar: "Xiaolu?"

The black shadow moved and let out a surprised voice: "Brother Zhan!"

She reached out and pulled me, and I pressed my back against the wall, and then I gasped for a while: "What's going on?"

Ying Xiaolu didn't say a word, and after a long time, she finally said with great difficulty: "They said that my second brother imprisoned the elder brother and His Majesty... How is it possible? How is this possible? There must be some misunderstanding, let's persuade my second brother to come down and talk to you." Make it clear, everyone!"

I look up.

At this moment, we are leaning against a straight wall, which is bare and impossible to climb. A few feet high, a cornice covers the sky, and the watchtower has reached the top.

Ying Xiaolu said: "We have to go inside. My second brother is probably overlooking Beitai."

Looking north, you can see your homeland as far as you can see.

The roof of Wangyan Building is a large platform.

I was surprised: "How do you know?"

Ying Xiaolu replied stubbornly: "I don't know...but I just know."

As she spoke, she lifted a piece of tile and threw it into the window, but there was no movement inside. I saw her standing up with a huff, and quickly held her down: "I will go first."

The building was completely dark.

As soon as I broke in, I felt upside down. After my eyes adjusted, I saw golden red light coming from the gate overlooking the North Terrace above my head.

Ying Xiaolu followed closely behind and climbed into the window.She kicked the tiles that had been thrown in earlier down the wooden ramp, and we pricked up our ears together, hearing a sound of swords and swords resounding in the dead silence like pan ice melted by the spring wind.

It turned out that the mutinies and defenders in the building had lost their fire, and were in a dilemma, so they had to stay where they were, and the slightest movement could trigger a mindless fight.

I was going to light the torch, but now I absolutely dare not.The two of us walked up the wall one after the other, kicking the motionless flesh from time to time, not knowing whether it was an enemy or a friend, and whether there was still life.

When I got to the gate of the Beibei Terrace, I realized that the golden red was not the light of a candle.

Overlooking the North Terrace is burning.

The wood crackled and burst, but the smell of burnt food was blown out of the building by the night wind.Ying Xiaolu pushed me away roughly and yelled.

She pushed me with great force, but the sound she made was astringent and soft, like a piece of dry bone falling to the ground.

I thought I was the only one who could hear her, but the person standing on the North Overlook Terrace turned his head towards us anyway.

Ying Changfeng leaned on the crumbling railing with a bow in one hand.

His hair was in a loose bun, and he was soaked in blood, sweat sticking his messy hair to his face.

Ying Xiaolu's second cry finally came out: "Second brother!"

She rushed forward, but staggered and fell to her knees.I rushed to help her up, but when I stepped into the Beibei Terrace, the soles of my feet slipped and I had to hold on to the door frame to stand still.

It turned out that what flowed out along the door was not only fire, but also blood.

The floor was so flooded with blood that it couldn't see its original color, Ying Xiaolu looked at her scarlet hands and dazedly wiped them on the front of her clothes.

Great, anyway, this time I caught up.

My heart that had been hanging all the way was finally let go: "Second Young Master, we are here, let's go!"

Ying Changfeng stared fixedly at his sister, but said nothing.

There are more people lying down on the overlooking platform than we met on the way. There is a river of blood between Yingchangfeng and a small group of mutinies curled up under the railing at the other end of the platform.

The leading mutiny also looked towards us, and said in surprise: "Miss San?" Ying Changfeng didn't speak, but let the enemy answer my words in a strange way: "Okay, the second son has Zhuoxiu's backing, no wonder he is so cruel Take it easy!"

Ying Xiaolu said anxiously: "Uncle Bao, you must have made a mistake, what happened?"

The man laughed loudly: "What's the matter?! Ask your brother!"

For a moment, only the weird laughter of the mutiny leader remained on the platform.

The fighting caused by that piece of tile has not yet ended, and the sound of killing is like thick smoke, pouring up the ramp.

Although I was extremely anxious, it seemed that it was not the turn of outsiders to speak in this scene.

Ying Xiaolu cried out in a distressed voice, "Second Brother...!"

Ying Changfeng was still silent.

For the first time, I found his silence hateful.

I took a step forward, and there was a sound of water in my blood: "When is it? Are you still here?!"

Lao Tzu has crawled all over the dust, so what is there to be afraid of now, at worst, he will be tied up like Chen Fang!

Ying Changfeng took a step back instead, and a piece of broken wood was kicked by him and fell into the river.

He said, "Don't come here."

Ying Xiaolu hugged my arm fiercely: "Okay, okay, let's not go there." She was shaking like she was sifting through the chaff, she didn't know if she wanted to stop me, or she could only rely on me so she wouldn't go limp.Miss Yingsan never gave in, but now she kept begging: "Second Brother, I'm so scared, I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore. Please, Second Brother, if we don't go, can you come here?"

Her last words came out in tears: "Father doesn't want me anymore, don't you even want me?"

Ying Changfeng's pupils contracted, and finally there was some humanity on his wooden face.

For a moment, I thought he was going to walk towards us, but in the end he took another step back, holding onto the railing tightly, tightly.

He said: "Xiaolu, as long as you're fine, as long as you're fine... let's go."

I said: "Where did you tell her to go? You know what happened to me and her, this is her home! Is there anything you can't go down and talk about first?!"

Ying Changfeng shouted: "You don't understand!"

The longbow rolled from his hand, Ying Changfeng covered his face.I saw that his eyes were full of sorrow, but he immediately closed his eyelids, blocking out the firelight and other people's sight.

I don't understand!Who the hell can understand!

I cursed bitterly: "Ying Changfeng, what's wrong with you!..."

Boom! !

A loud bang silenced my next words.

There was a sharp shock from the soles of my feet, and I hurriedly hugged Ying Xiaolu with one hand, and managed to stabilize the two of them in the bloody swamp.

Ying Changfeng was already injured, but the shock caused him to fall to the ground, causing the railing to collapse.

This is the second shelling we've had today.

Ying Changfeng finally became anxious: "Xiaolu, let's go!"

Ying Xiaolu stretched out her arm towards her: "If you don't go, where am I going?" She suddenly found her bargaining chip in this ridiculous tug-of-war: "If you don't go, I won't go either!"

Ying Changfeng showed an extremely tired smile.

He was covered in dead blood, but his face and the hands that were struggling to support his body were terribly white.

This smile is also terribly white.

I have seen this smile on the face of Mr. Zhao who walked past me and faced the spear outside the door.

Something seized them, and no one could wake them up.

Ying Changfeng said softly: "Xiaolu, I am the one who is sorry for you. But I can't be sorry for father, I can't be sorry for the people in the world. I can only be sorry for you. You, don't hate the second brother, please?"

Ying Xiaolu cried, "No, no! I want to hate you, second brother, let's go!"

An extremely ominous premonition rushed into my throat, and I shouted: "Ying Changfeng! Your sister is here, you have to take care of her, you can't do this...!"

Ying Changfeng seemed determined not to speak again.He looked at his younger sister with reluctance in his eyes, as if he didn't want to stay any longer.

Boom! !Bombardment again!

The shaking was even worse this time, and Wangyanlou spread its injuries all over his body. I only felt pain like stabbing the soles of my feet.

I couldn't stand anymore and fell to the ground.

Afterwards, this scene was often replayed in my nightmares, but I still didn't know whether Ying Changfeng was too injured to support his body, or whether he fell backward into the gap in the railing.

Amidst Ying Xiaolu's heart-piercing screams, I saw Ying Changfeng's figure flicker, his hair rose, and he fell towards the downstairs together with the flying smoke.

The evil dragon roared.