ten steps one kill

Am I right?Probably not a wise move. "

Yan Yuehua sneered, and asked again: "Could it be that Section Master Song took the martial arts by virtue of his wisdom, probably not?"

The smile on Song Yungui's face completely disappeared, and he whispered in a low voice, "I'm looking for my own death."

Yan Yuehua's expression was still calm, and he didn't look like he was looking for death at all. With a wave of his hand, a row of figures appeared behind Bai Fan, each of them holding a bow and arrow, ready to fight.

In naval battles, bows and arrows are not new weapons, but the bows and arrows prepared by Yan Yuehua are extraordinary, the arrow clusters are not cold iron, but raging fire.

In the rain that was flying all over the sky, he actually planned to launch a fire attack.

Water and fire have always been intolerable, even Song Yungui couldn't believe that someone could really light a fire in the rain.However, Yan Yuehua's team was like a god's help, the burning arrows were not affected by the rain at all, and when they left the string, the expanding fireball made a whirring sound.

The secret of this fire ball is not the help of the gods, but the lamp wax on the Nantian Pagoda. The carefully selected head wax has been refined. Even under the tempering of wind and frost, it can still breed the purest fire, which tirelessly illuminates The long lonely night on Yingzhou Island.

Yan Yuehua was also reborn in the long night, raising her head as if she had never lost a brother or a family, and came on white wings, full of vigor, tenacity and determination.

The flying arrows flew across the sea.

During the fast attack and quick battle, the huge hull became a disadvantage. Song Yungui's fleet did not rush to dodge. They watched the feathered arrows nailed into the ship's side at an extremely tricky angle. Iron parts, drilled into the gaps in the wood.The melted wax dripped into the depths of the crevices, drawing the flames farther.

Unknowingly, even the rain has become weaker. Seeing layers of black smoke rise from the soles of their feet, the well-trained soldiers finally lost their composure, abandoned their bows and arrows one after another, and rushed back into the cabin. Put out the fire.

Yan Yuehua squinted his eyes, staring at the dancing flames, his life was almost filled with this gorgeous and perverted red, he lost his family business, lost his brothers and relatives in the fire, he has been silent and kneeling, silent and patient, until today, he Finally set off a fire with my own hands.The hot red danced for him, as if paying homage to everything he had lost.

Looking at the enemy's bewildered appearance, he looked like a child who had succeeded in a conspiracy, with a triumphant smile floating on the corner of his mouth.

Even he himself didn't realize that at this moment, his expression really resembled Yan Qianfan's appearance.

Reflected in the flames, Liu Hongfeng's face was raised slightly, looking in Yan Yuehua's direction, but the billowing smoke blurred his vision, and he couldn't see anything clearly after a while.

The lucky boat that Song Yungui was on also caught fire, and the surviving martial arts people hid in the bottom of the boat, watching the flames engulf their hiding places.Duan Changya gritted his teeth, and was the first to let go of the driftwood in his hands. The rest of the survivors followed suit, let go of their hands in a panic, and let the waves push them away.

People who have lost their support can only float in the water. Although they are far away from the pain of the smoke and dust pavement, they are repeatedly beaten by the ups and downs of the waves, and soon become disorganized.

Looking around, only Duan Changya was holding two people.

Even if the fallen leaves that are separated from the branches are barely clustered together, it is difficult to resist the sweep of the autumn wind.Liu Hongfeng knew how to do it well, so he tried to break the opponent's fingers with the rest of his strength.

"You take Xiaoqian and leave first...Villa Master Yan is here to deal with Song Yungui, as long as you follow him, you have hope of surviving..."

Half of his words were choked by the sea water, intermittently.Duan Changya Quan didn't listen, he still clenched his teeth and did not let go of his grip.

Liu Hongfeng wanted to continue persuading her, and tried her best to open her eyes amidst the dizzying situation, but what caught her cheek was Duan Changya's close profile.

The man's lips had been bitten until they turned white, and blue veins protruded from his forehead, spreading along his temples to the side of his neck. Every part of his body was tense, sparing no effort to maintain the weight in his arms.

It was obviously Liu Hongfeng who was on the verge of death, but Duan Changya seemed afraid of being abandoned by him, and refused to let go no matter what.

The pain of life and death is enough to be experienced once, but Duan Changya has tasted it many times.

A hole was ruthlessly poked out of the tip of Liu Hongfeng's heart, and thousands of thoughts flowed out from the hole, filling his chest.He even had a selfish thought, if he hadn't given the antidote to others, would his situation be different today...

Fortunately, Bai Fan is finally close at hand.

An arm stretched out from the swaying ship board, only to hear a mid-spirited voice say: "Hurry up, catch me."

Liu Hongfeng felt that the voice was very familiar, and without thinking about it, he grabbed the man's arm and dragged himself and his companion onto the boat.

The sailing ship is narrow and has no deck, only a concave hull and a raised canopy.As soon as his feet stepped on the plank of the boat, he felt his knees go limp, and he lay down on the edge of the boat, half of his body leaned out of the boat, and vomited out all the sea water that had been poured into the depths of his throat.

After his breathing slowly calmed down, and the buzzing in his ears disappeared, he finally heard the familiar voice again: "Great, it seems that we are not too late."

He raised his head and wiped his eyes involuntarily.The person bowing in front of him was actually An Guangsha from Xiling Village.

Yan Yuehua stood behind An Guangsha, directing the accompanying disciples to rush to save people.

These two mortal enemies who had already broken up unexpectedly appeared on the same boat.

An inconceivable expression appeared on Liu Hongfeng's face: "How did you join forces? Was it Qian Fan's idea?"

An Guangsha shook his head and said, "Qian Fan hasn't woken up yet, so he's staying in Zhujian Village to recuperate."

"Then why..."

Yan Yuehua withdrew his gaze, looked into Liu Hongfeng's eyes, and replied: "Although Qian Fan has not yet awakened, from now on, I will follow his will and live on his behalf."

Liu Hongfeng was really surprised. After all, Yan Yuehua had always been cautious, and he really didn't seem like someone who could say such bold words.He couldn't help asking: "You openly become an enemy with Song Yungui, if you fail, aren't you afraid that he will make things difficult for the Yan family and implicate Qianfan in the future?"

Yan Yuehua was slightly startled, but quickly asked: "So in Mr. Feng's eyes, I am such an incompetent person who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

Liu Hongfeng recalled his experience of being imprisoned in the mansion, and couldn't help smiling bitterly: "To be honest, I did have such thoughts."

Yan Yuehua also sighed softly, and said: "To be honest, I'm naturally afraid, but if Qian Fan wakes up and finds that I'm shrinking my head and refusing to save me, I'm afraid I'll be even more disappointed. As an elder brother, I have failed him for half my life." , from now on, I will not let him down again."

After hearing these words, it was even more difficult for Liu Hongfeng to hide the surprise on his face, so he turned his consulting attention to An Guangsha: "How did you convince him?"

An Guangsha shook his head and said: "It's not my credit, even I didn't expect that when I was desperate, Master Yan took me in so generously."

Liu Hongfeng said: "Last night you followed Miss Mu to the sea to deliver letters, did Song Yungui notice it?"

An Guangsha still shook his head: "I'm afraid Song Yungui is not wary of me, but Miss Mu Xue herself. He has already noticed that Miss Mu has ulterior motives. He pretended to send her to deliver a letter, but in fact wanted to kill her. We managed to get close to the pier. But we were ambushed by a group of officers and soldiers, fortunately we were prepared, pretended to be sunk by random arrows, secretly turned over the boat, hid in the bottom of the boat, and escaped unharmed.”

The ship planks at the bottom of the feet kept shaking, and Liu Hongfeng was still shocked when he heard it: "Since I escaped, why did I turn back?"

An Guangxia said: "Because we heard that those officers and soldiers were secretly plotting to put all the Wulin people to death."

Before Liu Hongfeng could answer, Yan Yuehua said from the sidelines: "It was this sentence that convinced me. At that time, I realized that Song Yungui had already laid out the situation before the martial arts conference, set up a trap, and played tricks on the martial arts people. In the applause, no matter how we struggle, we are just ants in his net and can only be slaughtered by him. But I don't want to see his plot succeed, I want to bite through the net of the day and earn a way out of the dead end. "

Seeing Yan Yuehua's expression changed, Liu Hongfeng paused for a moment before saying, "You and Qian Fan are really brothers."

Yan Yuehua was startled, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, a faint smile appeared on his perennially sad face.

Liu Hongfeng turned to An Guangsha again, and asked, "Is Miss Mu safe?"

An Guangxia said: "Don't worry, she's fine, but she's overworked and suffered some injuries, so she'll stay in Zhujianzhuang to rest for the time being."

"Who said I stayed in Zhujianzhuang?"

It was a boatman who spoke, but his voice was so clear that he didn't look like a boatman at all.

The boatman lifted off the bamboo hat, revealing Mu Xue's face.

An Guangsha was shocked and said, "Why didn't you listen to my advice?"

Mu Xue said: "It's just some trauma, there's no need to recuperate."

"But you have to deal with Song Yungui yourself, it's always inconvenient..."

After hearing An Guangsha's words, Mu Xue immediately shook her head and said, "You have underestimated me. Even if I once fell in love with him, I have already let go of my obsession. Now Song Yungui is just my enemy, nothing else."

She spoke impassionedly, but An Guangsha's expression was a little embarrassed, he turned his gaze to Liu Hongfeng, and asked: "Young Master Feng was plotted against by Song Yungui last night, right?"

Liu Hongfeng nodded.

An Guangxia said: "No wonder we searched for you everywhere last night to no avail, so we had to go to Zhujian Village for help."

Liu Hongfeng said dumbly: "Last night I hid in the puddle all night, and almost died. I really didn't expect to be able to survive the crisis."

An Guangsha stared at him: "At the beginning you entrusted me with a ray of life, and I will naturally do my best to repay your trust."

The word trust made Liu Hongfeng raise the corners of his mouth.

Although he was in a mess and his life was hanging by a thread, his eyes were bent into two crescents, with a smile that couldn't be hidden.

This was a smile that was finally relieved after going through hardships. At dawn, the confusion in his heart finally dissipated, and he finally believed that it was really a correct decision to give the antidote to An Guangsha.

The taste of trust being rewarded is actually a hundred times more wonderful than conspiracy calculations.

He wasn't the only one waking up from the nightmare.

The white sail rides the wind, reflecting the flames flying all over the sky, its light body splits the continuous waves and the heavy night, and rescues the survivors out of the sea in a blink of an eye.

Among the survivors, there is the shadow of Qi Shun.

Qi Shun was already exhausted and lost his mind, even though he stepped on the solid plank, the soles of his feet were still trembling, as if he was drunk, swaying left and right.

He walked a few steps, propped up the canopy and sat down, but suddenly saw a familiar object, and immediately shouted, "That's my gun! Xiling gun!"

An Guangsha turned to him, nodded and said, "Yes, it's yours, and your name is engraved on the barrel of the gun."

Qi Shun stared at An Guangsha, his lips trembling: "But I... but I have already thrown it into the sea."

An Guangxia said: "I picked it up from the sea."

Qi Shun let out another exclamation, and finally picked up the silver gun, held it in his hand, and rubbed it repeatedly: "I thought I would never get it back again..." As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes again, and he walked along the road. Flowing cheeks.

Seeing him crying with joy, An Guangsha walked up to him and rubbed the top of his head: "Hold it carefully this time, don't lose it again."

Qi Shun raised his head, let go of his five fingers from the barrel of the gun, slowly raised them tremblingly, and grasped An Guangsha's wrist: "Young Master, are you not leaving? Are you willing to come back and revive Xiling Village?"

An Guangsha raised his eyebrows and asked back, "If I don't come back, don't you plan to revive Xiling Village?"

Qi Shun immediately shook his head, and while beating his thin chest, said: "No! Xiling Village has always been in my heart, and I will never give up lightly!"

After talking, he realized that everyone on the boat stopped talking and looked at him together.

He blushed and lowered his head in shame, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but rise, and it was hard to hide the joy on his face.

The happiness he is enjoying at this moment is the simplest and most sincere happiness.

Seeing Qi Shun's expression, everyone couldn't help but ask themselves how stupid and ridiculous they were in the past when they were trapped in grievances, intrigues and deceptions.

Whether it is the people of Xiling Village who escaped from the dead, or the disciples of Zhujianzhuang who went to the battle generously, everyone has the same thoughts.The covenant between the two factions began ten years ago, but they have always been inseparable. Until today, they finally gathered together and fought for the same goal.

Yan Qianfan's efforts to risk his life were finally not in vain.

Song Yungui turned the world upside down, and it was in a mess. He never imagined that the more desperate the situation, the more united people would be.

Difficulty, crisis, setback, defeat, all kinds of humiliating experiences will eventually turn into strength and melt into the soul of martial arts people.

Wulin people may be reckless and ignorant, maybe ignorant and easy to deceive, maybe they are the most stupid group of people in the world, but their inherent arrogance is not so easy to break.

Liu Hongfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the people around him vainly.

Most of the faces in the field of vision are unfamiliar, but they are wrapped in a friendly and familiar atmosphere. They come and go in front of him, leaving the sound of footsteps, and even the mud under the feet is full of vitality, which makes people feel moved.

In the last moments of my life, I can still see such a scene, it is a very lucky thing.

It's just that his body is gradually getting out of his control, and his strength is like water in a broken pot, draining drop by drop.

Duan Changya seemed to have read his mind, so he whispered to him: "Just hold on for a while, and you'll be on the shore soon."

Liu Hongfeng nodded and said, "Okay."

He clenched his fists in the dark, his palms were already icy cold.

The fire on the blessing boat was extinguished not long after.

After all, they are well-trained officers and soldiers, who are clearly stepping on the turbulent waves, but calmly and calmly, as if walking on flat ground.They have experienced greater storms than today, they have seen the Dragon King Palace, they have broken through the barriers of life and death, and a few feathered arrows coated with wax oil, how can they break their prestige.

Yan Yuehua is also well aware of the enemy's ability, and a team of patchwork is absolutely unable to compete with the elite navy, so he does not love to fight, and takes advantage of the time when the enemy is busy putting out fires and has no time to do anything, he leads his own fleet , fully inflated the sails, and quickly fled from Song Yungui.

He said: "Don't worry, no matter what, I will send you to the pier safely."

But An Guangsha's expression remained solemn: "Even if we arrive at the pier safely, we may not be able to rest assured. During the days when we were trapped on the island, big things happened outside."

Upon hearing this, Qi Shun couldn't wait to ask: "What's wrong? What's going on outside?"

An Guangxia frowned, and said: "I'm not sure if I heard it wrong. When I was hiding at the bottom of the boat last night, I heard a few officials talking about it, saying that there was a big disturbance in the southwest border, and the Waipu people's army invaded the Central Plains. , menacing."

Qi Shun's face froze, and he said in astonishment: "Didn't the Waipu people be stopped last month? Although they paid a heavy price, they also retreated."

An Guangxia said: "It is true that they retreated temporarily, but they launched an offensive again for some reason. I heard that they have already broken through Sancheng in Southern Border, and they are about to approach the fortress. I don't know what it has to do with Song Yungui's conspiracy."

When everyone was confused, they heard a deep voice: "I guessed Song Yungui's plan."

It was Duan Changya who interrupted.

Duan Changya was silent all the way, but the moment he opened his mouth, he uttered such astonishing words, which immediately attracted the attention of the whole boat.

Yan Yuehua spoke for everyone and asked, "What is Song Yungui going to do?"

Duan Changya said: "I can't speak nonsense until I'm sure, but I have a way to stop him."

Everyone looked at him, waiting for his further explanation, but he remained silent, with a solemn expression on his face like a statue, making it impossible for people to see through his emotions.

Although Duan Changya fell silent, Liu Hongfeng moved.

Liu Hongfeng was originally curled up in a corner, lingering on his last breath, but seeing the current situation, he stood up, swayed a few steps, came to Duan Changya, and said: "His method is the last trump card, the less people who know it, the better." .He didn't want to say it, but also to protect you."

Yan Yuehua looked at him and said with a chuckle: "Young Master Feng, no matter what the situation is, you can always make up a set of principles that seem correct."

Liu Hongfeng was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to continue arguing, but there was only a blank in his mind.Facing the scrutinizing eyes of the martial arts people, he only felt tired and embarrassed, unable to do what he wanted.

But he still moved, because he clearly saw a trace of anxiety and uneasiness in Duan Changya's eyes, and other than him, no one else could detect it.

He raised his cold hand and stood in front of Duan Changya, as if trying to protect him: "Even if it doesn't make sense, I'm willing to help him."

His defense has never been so feeble.

But his mind has never been so full and full.

Yan Yuehua looked at him, and after a long while, the corner of his mouth suddenly curled up, and said, "Even if you don't convince me, I still plan to believe Duan Shaoxia's words."

Liu Hongfeng didn't expect Yan Yuehua's reaction, so she couldn't help opening her eyes wide, and wrote the word "surprise" on her face.

Yan Yuehua went on to say: "Ask yourself, in order to maintain the status of Zhujianzhuang, Yan's ancestors have done many wrong things. If it is put on the table for crimes, I am afraid that it is no less serious than the bloody coat case. I have burned my family business. So I made up my mind to forget about the past and move forward wholeheartedly, Duan Shaoxia's mind is probably the same, it would be too unfair to use the crimes of his ancestors to judge him."

An Guangsha also took a step forward and said, "I am also willing to help. Although I am not familiar with Duan, I will not abandon my trust just because I have been betrayed before."

Mu Xue raised her head, looked at the two of them in turn, and said, "I've never been good at scheming, and I've mistrusted people before, and I've done a lot for Song Yungui. This time, I'm going to help Song Yungui, it can be considered as atonement."

Liu Hongfeng stared at the crowd, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Not only his body was stiff, but even his mouth became dull, and the eloquence and sophistry he was good at completely lost their effectiveness.

It wasn't until his shoulders felt hot that he suddenly came back to his senses.

Duan Changya put his palm on his shoulder, replaced his words with his eyes, and dispelled doubt and haze from his eyes.

Chivalry and good faith may turn into lies, but hope can also be born in sin.

The night is coming to an end.

The eastern sky gradually became brighter, and the purple rays of the sun coated the white sails with a faint halo, and the light boats stretched their wings like migratory birds and sang.

Escorted by migratory birds, a group of people quickly approached the pier.

A crowd of people had already gathered on the pier.The shadows were dark, but the swords, spears and halberds were extremely bright.

The voices in the boat stopped at the same time, and all eyes turned to Duan Changya and Liu Hongfeng.

Yan Yuehua said: "No matter what, we will block these officers and soldiers for you."

An Guangxia said: "Go ahead, as long as we stand still, we will never let him hurt you at all."

Mu Xue raised her finger in one direction: "Half a mile ahead of here, there is a stable next to the official road. As long as you grab the horses, you can get out as quickly as possible."

After leaving these words, the martial arts people turned around, as if to confirm their promise, each of them held their heads high and stood upright, facing the formidable enemy in front of them.

The bow of the ship hit the embankment, stirring up a surge of waves. People roared and shouted, and jumped onto the embankment amidst the hail of guns and arrows, leaving behind a determined back.

Liu Hongfeng carried the unconscious Liu Qian into the canopy of the boat and entrusted him to the wounded left behind.As soon as he raised his head, he met Duan Changya's gaze.

Duan Changya stared at him and asked, "Are you going with me?"

Liu Hongfeng raised Mo Xiejian, and said, "Looking at your lovely and pitiful eyes, I am also reluctant to leave you behind."

Duan Changya's eyes were not pitiful, but determined and enthusiastic, as if he was throwing the remaining soul into a blazing flame as fuel.

Such a person seems to have infinite power hidden in the ordinary body. If the mountains block the way, he will move the soil piece by piece; if the ocean blocks the way, he will drain the sea water drop by drop.As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, he will continue to fight until the last moment.

Liu Hongfeng handed Mo Xie Sword to his palm.

The famous ancient sword was unsheathed, and the light was like a waterfall, flowing down from the sky, splitting the stagnant darkness, revealing a new round of rising sun.

The rays of the rising sun shone on Liu Hongfeng's shoulders.

Liu Hongfeng forgot the time, forgot where she was, forgot that the sun and moon flowed, and the stars went back and forth, but she just stepped forward in the chaos, following Duan Changya's footsteps closely.

Until a hissing sound filled his ears.

He opened his tired eyes, raised his stiff neck, and saw Duan Changya sitting on the horseback, tightening the rein and turning half a circle, and stretched out his hand to him.

"Come up."

He wanted to obey him, but his feet were as heavy as lead.

Duan Changya looked up at the pursuers behind him, with a look of anxiety in his eyes, and said, "Get on the horse, I'll take you along."

Liu Hongfeng shook his head, and said, "I really can't move anymore, you should go alone."

As soon as the words were finished, a gust of cool wind blew by, and Liu Hongfeng couldn't help tightening her shoulders.

Behind the two, the roars of martial arts people continued to be heard, and the vulgar and vulgar words boiled in the cold killing array, like a ball of fire in the ice and snow, igniting their bodies with all their strength, burning away the filth and dirt , and finally opened up a road leading to the distance in the muddy quagmire.

Liu Hongfeng stood at one end of this road.

He was surrounded by barren fields, and the outline of the city was faintly visible in the distance. The soil under his feet was soft and wet, and was crushed by horseshoes.The splashed mud covered his shoes and boots, and the broken leaves and grass roots in the mud also stained his feet.

It was obviously a rotten thing, but it had a green smell like a sprout, wrapped in a burst of vitality, and broke into his nose involuntarily.

Life and death, prosperity and withering, prosperity and decline, are just like the blades of grass in the mud, entangled between heaven and earth for a long time.

In front of all kinds of things, the life of an ordinary person is even more humble and insignificant, not worth mentioning.

Even so, Liu Hongfeng still wanted to live.

In his past life, he had never tasted a moment of real pleasure. He was walking in the rivers and lakes, but he was carrying a heavy crime.Every cold night when he was awakened by nightmares, he always chewed on the same thought over and over again. He thought that as long as his revenge was avenged, he could follow the dead and leave this devastated world with peace of mind.

But he never imagined that when death really came, he would feel fear.

Duan Changya still stopped in front of him, letting the horse stomp its feet and lift its tail, shake its head and shake its head, holding the rein tightly all the time, staring at him intently.

So, he urged: "Are you still holding on, I hate messy men the most in my life."

He clearly saw a hurt look flashing through the dark eyes.

He thought, Duan Changya's family has been ruined, his relatives have been betrayed, and even the Tianji Sword that he relies on has been lost in the vast sea, and it will be difficult to find it again.This person has lost his home in this world, and there are not many treasures left in his luggage.

However, he still wanted to push Duan Changya away.

He had to make up his mind, because they still had things to do, and sins to atone for.Their lives belong not only to themselves, but also to those innocent people who died because of them.

Duan Changya's shoulders are always straight, even if it is a heavy burden, he can carry it steadily on his shoulders.

Liu Hongfeng spoke again, and asked, "Do you still remember the suspension bridge under Longyin Spring?"

Duan Changya was stunned, obviously full of doubts about this nonsensical question, but he still nodded truthfully: "I remember."

Liu Hongfeng continued: "You and I are like two people walking on a suspension bridge. Because the soles of our feet are rootless, the sky is shaking, and there is only each other around, so we have the illusion of yearning for each other. In fact, I am not good enough for you at all." Hope, it's just that you are trapped in the bureau and have no choice. As long as you go forward and cross this suspension bridge, you will soon forget me."

Duan Changya shook his head and said, "No way."

The simple and clear three words refuted the full-length arguments.

Liu Hongfeng couldn't find any more excuses, he was even a little annoyed and resentful, he blamed Duan Changya for being too stubborn, even at the last moment, he was still unwilling to give him a decent retreat.

But if this stubborn heart is lost, Duan Changya will no longer be Duan Changya.

They met by wrong chance, traveled a long wrong road, but found the right answer at the end.

Duan Changya is a miracle in his life, with that tightly pursed mouth, if you tell him that the sun rises from the west, he will believe it.

His voice choked.

Before he knew it, his face was wet with tears.

He said: "After I die, I will ask Xiaoqian to bury me in the place where my mother died. If you haven't forgotten me by then, come and see me."

Although he had tears in his eyes, his tone was very light, as if he was inviting the other party to travel together, drink and chat, and have fun.

Duan Changya nodded and said, "Okay."

Liu Hongfeng blinked, and added: "It's best to bring a bouquet of hibiscus flowers, I like the smell of hibiscus flowers."

Duan Changya replied: "Okay."

However, Duan Changya's hand was still hanging in the air, waiting in vain for his response.

Liu Hongfeng didn't dare to move.

He was afraid that once he handed it out, he would never be able to take it back, and once he grabbed the other party, he would never let go.

After all, he had witnessed cruel death since he was a child. It was a coffin in a messy grave, covered in pus and blood, ugly withered cheeks, and festering hands and feet.

There is a cowardly and selfish beast in his heart, wishing to use sweet words to keep the person in front of him by his side, abandon morality, honor, family, country and world, and lie down with him in the grave, turning into mud, regardless of each other, forever lingering.

But he can't do that.

Duan Changya is destined to live under the light.

He didn't dare to touch the hand that was just a few feet away, so he could only sneak forward a small step.

The sun was still slanting, dragging the shadows of the two for a long time. Because of his small step, the ends of the gray shadows finally stuck together, and the blurred edges were slightly glued together, as if they were kissing.

He glimpsed the shape of the shadow from the corner of his eye, so he slowly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled contentedly, as if he had really tasted the warmth and sweetness of his lips.

Then, the two shadows separated.

Duan Changya withdrew his arm, reined in the horse and turned around, the gray sticky part was torn off by the reins.

The back that resolutely went away seemed to have taken away part of his soul.

The surrounding fields are lonely and empty, and so is his chest.In the eastern sky, a round of rising sun is as red as fire, and the radiance of burning life illuminates the world.

Hibiscus is proud of itself.

It is no regret to have a glimpse of such a beautiful and magnificent scene in a short and ordinary life.

The wind blew silently through his empty chest.

"Young Master Feng, are you alright?"

There was a faint voice of concern behind him, he turned his head slightly, and Mu Xue's face came into view, but only a blurred outline remained.

He murmured in a hoarse voice: "I have sent Duan Changya away safely."

Mu Xue nodded: "I know."

His lips rose and fell slightly, but he couldn't utter the next sentence.

In front of the rugged road, a group of lonely figures went further and further away without turning back once.

That's good, he thought, he can finally rest with peace of mind, his emaciated body has been eaten away by the viciousness, and it's best for Duan Changya never to see the ugly state at the end of his life.

There seemed to be a voice calling his name, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

He raised his head slightly, like the sunshine on the tip of his lips kissed for the last time, and then he finally closed his eyes, like a tired bird gathering its feathers, allowing the world around it to sink into the boundless darkness.

In the end, only the faint sound of horseshoes echoed in his ears.

In Song Yungui's mind, the so-called secular world consists of rules, big and small.Untouchables cannot block the way of officials, this is the rule.It is also a rule for a slave to kneel and kowtow to his master.The rules are like the bricks and tiles that build the wall, building the city and palace into a huge and magnificent building. The royal relatives and relatives stand on the high pavilion, talking and laughing comfortably, who knows how heavy the poor and humble people under the pavilion have to bear.

Song Yungui was also one of the bricks and tiles, running around the market, working hard day and night regardless of the cold and heat, and finally saved some savings, but was implicated by the war on the frontier, lost nothing, and almost died on the street.Island; Xi; alone; home.

If it wasn't for that day, Nangong You stretched out his hand to him.

From that day on, Nangong You's face was deeply engraved in his mind.He is masculine by nature, and he used to go to Huajie and Liuxiang to have fun, but he is as honorable as the son of Pingnan, so it is absolutely impossible to hang out with him, this is also an iron-clad rule in the world.

If he abides by the rules, he will never get what he wants for the rest of his life, so he has to step on the rules and become a complete lunatic.

Of course, even though he was as bold as him, he never expected that King Pingnan would take the initiative to come to his door, and lightly put his own son as a bargaining chip in front of him.

He agreed without hesitation.

How can a madman avoid self-destruction, the only way is to drive the world into madness.This is the reason why he assisted King Pingnan in his rebellion.He has no compassion for the common people, nor is he greedy for the country and the country. His sword and sword are all for selfish desires.

As early as ten years ago, when Dongfengtang started from scratch, he cut off the retreat behind him.

At the end of the long night, he followed the trail of the white sail and finally landed on the embankment.

However, the ambush he set up on the shore failed to stop Duan Changya's footsteps. The surviving martial arts fighters fought desperately with the defenders as if they were desperate.

In the chaos, only Duan Changya could not be seen.

Song Yungui searched all the way, his heart became more and more anxious, he simply gritted his teeth and rushed into the stable of the post station.

In the early morning, the animals in the manger were still asleep, but there was a sudden figure standing in the darkness.

The figure was extremely thin, and the soles of his feet seemed to be floating in mid-air, which made people shudder.

Song Yungui was stunned, and it wasn't until the figure approached him that he finally saw the other person's face clearly.

It was the face he was most attached to.

His eyes adapted to the darkness, and his hanging heart relaxed. He walked up to the other party and said, "Your Highness, why are you following me? Go and rest."

Nangong You didn't intend to leave at all, but just asked, "Where are you going?"

Song Yungui replied: "Relying on others is worse than relying on oneself, I plan to personally kill Duan Changya."

Nangong You's expression darkened.

Song Yungui paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice became more gentle: "Don't worry, I will definitely avenge you, and I won't let him run away again."

Nangongyou was much shorter than Song Yungui, raised his eyes in the darkness, looked at him faintly, slowly opened his pale lips, and murmured: "Yungui, I'm so cold."

Suddenly being called by name, Song Yungui was overjoyed, and immediately opened his arms and hugged Nangongyou in his arms: "Why don't you go with me? After all, Duan Changya is the chief culprit who killed your sister. If you want to avenge yourself , I will definitely fulfill you."

"Really?" Nangong shrank into Song Yungui's arms anxiously, raised his head, and could see the gloomy look on his face.He asked, "Isn't it my father and you who killed my sister?"

Song Yungui suddenly felt his back getting cold, and his arms were also stiff, but he still smiled and said: "How can I have anything to do with it. Ah Jin took blood and made medicine by herself in order to cure Duan Changya, don't you?" Did you forget?"

Nangong shook his head worryingly: "There is no hidden disease at all. It was father who joined forces with you to poison Duan Changya, and then tricked Duan Qichang into believing that it was caused by the unwarranted blood relationship of his ancestors."

Song Yungui's voice trembled: "Who told you..."

Nangong said worryingly: "Aunt Su told Liu Hongfeng. She would rather tell an outsider than