Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

"Haruzuru!"

Xie Man's ashen eyes burst out with a frightening light, like a dry well suddenly filled with living water, the sparkling light washed away all the dead plants and revived their vitality.

He broke away from Jiang Jingyun's hand suddenly, walked to the bed that was burned beyond recognition, knelt down on the ground, gritted his teeth, and lifted the smoking log with his bare hands.

Jiang Jingyun looked down at Kong Luoluo's palm, his eyes were dim, he pondered for a moment and then turned to look at Xie Han, his pupils were slightly sluggish.

I saw Xie Man ecstatically picking up a man in a water-green gown who was lying under the bed. Even a face of dust could not hide the delicate and soft features, and there was a unique elegance flowing all over his body.Like the hibiscus that comes out of clear water, it doesn't need any carvings.

Really Shen Qinghe!

Seeing Shen Qinghe again, Jiang Jingyun felt mixed with various feelings, including guilt, joy, and a strange feeling that he dared not admit.

"Qinghe, don't sleep, I'll take you out." At this moment, Xie Fan was like a child who had regained a treasure, overjoyed, his heart and eyes were full of Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe looked at Xie Fan weakly, opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't say it, and passed out as soon as she closed her eyes.

Xie Fan's heart that had just let go lifted up again, he carefully protected Shen Qinghe in his arms, turned his head to look at the doors and windows that had been occupied by the fire, and breathed heavily.

Just when he was about to summon You Qian to split a path, he saw a silver light flashing in front of him, and the fire by the door was forced to be a little bit smaller.

"go out!"

Jiang Jingyun waved Shuangxue again without even looking at Xie Fan.

Xie Yan didn't think too much, and rushed out with Shen Qinghe in his arms.

Jiang Jingyun watched Xie Fan go away, shook his increasingly drowsy head, stabbed his leg again, lifted his heavy steps to follow, gurgling blood slid down his thigh, and forcibly opened a bloody path Come.

Still as before, Xie Fan walked in front, and Jiang Jingyun used frost and snow to clear the obstacles in front of him.

The difference is that there were only two of them before, but now there are three of them.But maybe for Xie Yan, there are still two people now, because he completely forgot about Jiang Jingyun behind him.

The lobby has completely become the home of the fire dragon, embracing the tables and chairs enthusiastically and dancing, the beams and pillars crackling and falling down one after another, changing the path that was only four or five steps away into a sea of ​​swords and flames that is difficult to walk.

Jiang Jingyun mobilized his spiritual power many times, and now it was at the end of his strength, the snow in his hand was crumbling, and he tried several times to break away from his palm.

Xie Fan in front was not much better, he hugged Shen Qinghe and curled up into a ball squatting in the corner, rubbing his head against Shen Qinghe's neck, like a little beast absorbing warmth, pitiful and stubborn.

Xie Yan is willing to give Shen Qinghe even if he sacrifices his life.

Jiang Jingyun closed his eyes, held back the soreness in his heart, and walked forward slowly, his cold voice became extremely hoarse: "Give it to me."

"Go away!" Xie Fan looked at Jiang Jingyun vigilantly, took a step back, exposed his white teeth, imitating the moves of beasts trying to scare off the enemy.

"Xie Fan, now is not the time to play your temper!" Jiang Jingyun took a deep breath and shouted at Xie Fan, "Do you want to die here with Shen Qinghe?"

"That's better than being killed by you!" Xie Yan cursed back with red eyes, "I will find a way to take him out!"

Jiang Jingyun couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped Xie Fan on the face, and while he was in a daze, he snatched Shen Qinghe and hugged him in his arms, the palm gathered spiritual power, and the powerful palm wind roared to split the sea of ​​fire in front of him, he glanced at him from the corner of his eye and thanked him Familiar, said in a cold voice: "Since you are afraid that I will harm him, hurry up and follow!"

Xie Fan heard the words, followed quickly, stared at Shen Qinghe intently, and kept pointing in the direction of the exit.With money unsheathed in his hand, he was like a ferocious beast lurking in the dark, ready to go. If Jiang Jingyun made any abnormal movements, he would immediately pounce on him and puncture his veins.

Seeing that the exit was right in front of him, a pillar on the left turned straight in the direction of Jiang Jingyun.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Jingyun felt empty in his arms, and there was a sharp pain in his back. The sudden sharp wind lifted his whole body, like a kite with a broken string that fell backwards involuntarily, while the pillar of fire fell directly on his back. In front of him, blocking the way.

Across the raging sea of ​​flames, he clearly saw Xie Fan rushing out holding Shen Qinghe in his arms, taking the water handed over by the common people, and feeding him tenderly.

The wounds all over his body ached at this moment, his internal organs seemed to have been repeatedly crushed countless times by the Thousand-Gun Stone Wheel, and every breath of air he inhaled turned into sharp knives, constantly cutting up the fragmentary flesh and blood.

Jiang Jingyun clenched his fist unwillingly, staring at Xie Fan's anxious expression because of Shen Qinghe.Suddenly he smiled brightly, and raised his hand to touch the corner of his eyes, his slightly wet fingertips dried up in the heat of fire.

Jiang Jingyun completely summoned Shuangxue this time. It was a long sword with silver light flowing all over its body.He pressed the frost and snow to the ground, and stood up unsteadily with its support.

The white jade crown on the top of the head fell loosely to the ground, cracked in response, and rolled into the flames with a few gurgles.A head of black hair was spread out, and was clearly traced by the flames, but the owner's expression at this time could not be seen clearly, only a lonely figure was infinitely elongated.

Xie Ci, who came from outside after hearing the news, searched for Jiang Jingyun's trace in the crowd, but after looking around, he couldn't find it, and finally settled on Xie Fan.

"Xie Shuyu!" Xie Ci strode forward, grabbed Xie Fan by the collar and lifted him up, asking sharply, "Where's my uncle?!"

"……what?"

"Where's my uncle! They said my uncle went to rescue you, I ask you, where's my uncle? Where's someone else!" Xie Ci glared at Xie Fan angrily.

Xie Yan was stunned, and suddenly turned his head to look at the looming figure in the sea of ​​flames, his heartbeat was a little bit flustered for no reason.

His complexion changed suddenly, he opened Xie Ci's hand, and was about to rush back into the flames again, but just as he was about to step in, he saw Jiang Jingyun holding Frost Snow, covered in blood, staggering walked out.

"Second...Second brother." When Xie Fan saw the shocking wounds on his body, his voice suddenly choked up, and he stretched out his hand to support him.

Jiang Jingyun ignored it, turned his body to one side, avoiding the hand extended by Xie Yan, held Shuangxue tightly, looked straight ahead, and walked step by step, leaving a string of red and black everywhere he passed. footprints.

Xie Yan looked at Jiang Jingyun's feet, the black boots had been burned through the soles, and every time he took a step, he could see the blood stains on the soles of his feet mixed with the scorched soles leaving marks.

"Uncle!" Xie Ci had never seen Jiang Jingyun in such a miserable state. With a sore nose, he hugged him and cried, "Uncle! It's my fault, I'm late, don't go, I'll carry you back! "

Jiang Jingyun just let Xie Ci hold him in such a daze. After a long time, he gently pushed him away, and the whole person broke free from the thick fog, his thin lips moved weakly, and his voice was as low as a mosquito: "Xie... Xie Ci?"

"It's me, it's me, uncle, it's me!" Xie Ci wiped away his tears and replied with a sob, "Uncle, will you go home with me? Let me see your injuries!"

"No, only myself, only... myself." Jiang Jingyun paused for a moment, then shook his head stubbornly, his voice came from nine days away, and the wind could dissipate it.He bypassed Xie Ci and walked forward tremblingly.

"Uncle!" Xie Ci broke down in tears, and followed Jiang Jingyun step by step, reaching out his hand to support him, but seeing his bloody scars and nowhere to start, his eyes were red with anxiety, and he cried louder.

Jiang Jingyun turned a deaf ear, just walked forward step by step, his blood-stained footprints were wrapped on the bluestone road, his long yellow and black intertwined hair baptized by fire was blown by the breeze, his slender figure was as long as the gap between the stones. The buds that sprouted are all alone in the world, and they refuse to give up their tenacity.

He is not a rock, nor a plant, he will bleed when he is injured, and cry when he is in pain.He also wanted someone to whisper softly in his ear, hand him a handful of clear springs, and quietly wait for him to wake up.

But after waiting for a year, two years, or even longer, nothing came, so I didn't wait any longer, I didn't need it anymore.Rest when you are tired, apply medicine when it hurts, lie down in the fire when you are dead, and disperse the ashes, anyway, no one cares.

The world enshrines him on the top of a high mountain, and they all like to look at him from afar, but dare not approach him, so he forgets how to get close.

He has unrealistic fantasies about Xie Wan, which is a fact that he has never dared to admit and despises.The young man who was waiting for him with a lantern in that year, Yan Yanyan finally engraved that dim light in his heart.

Who would have thought that under the thousand-foot snow-covered mountain, a scorching peach blossom would carefully bloom, which would not rot for many years, and was gorgeous and colorful.

For the incident in Yongzhou last year, he felt ashamed of Shen Qinghe, in the end he did something wrong, and it is normal for Xie Fan to hate him.It's just...the soreness and pain in his heart can't be said. No one wants to believe the truth of the matter, and he will not take the initiative to mention it. All the grievances and sorrows can only be secretly recalled in the middle of the night when no one is around.

It's just that in the current scene, he can't look directly at Xie Yan and Shen Qinghe, and the pain all over his body can't suppress the bitterness and unwillingness that are constantly exposed, and the despair in the sea of ​​fire is still spreading.

Only by walking down and about can the only calmness be awakened.

Holding a handful of fresh snow alone, quietly watching the eternal wind and frost.I don't know the three thousand long lights, and the world is full of foreign lands.

Trapped in the warehouse was Mei Nianda who had been dumped. He was dragged out by Wuchang in a disheveled state, and lay dying at Xie Wan's feet.

Covered by the crowd, he took out a black leather booklet from his jacket and handed it to Xie Han with trembling hands that were almost burnt into charcoal, and said intermittently: "Please... please, Hou... Hou Lord, take it."

Xie Yan bent down to take the booklet, and knew what was inside without looking at it. Although he hit it by mistake, he still got the result he wanted. Even Shen Qinghe came back from the dead and appeared in front of him again, one after another. Everything is worth celebrating.

But he couldn't be happy at all, instead his heart became heavier, Jiang Jingyun who was covered in blood was always in his mind.

"Take the person back to the Department of Mirrors for medical treatment first." Xie Fan put away the booklet, and stepped forward to a mirror officer who was still on the front line urging the officials to fight the fire and said, "Everything will be done after King Jing recovers." Make a decision."

"Yes."

Xie Yan hugged Shen Qinghe and followed ten steps away from Jiang Jingyun, it wasn't that he didn't want to go forward, but he was scolded back by Xie Ci as soon as he passed, and he didn't want to make fun of himself anymore.

Jiang Jingyun was like a donkey, he didn't know what he was being stubborn about, refused anyone to help him, and walked forward slowly with his wounds all over his body.

Xie Yan walked along the footprints on the ground with his head hooked, the mottled and bright red blood was extremely glaring, it was even more difficult to look at directly than the sun in the sky, his mood was turned upside down, and his anger turned into raging waves, hitting the shore Stone, can not stop for a long time.

Is it so difficult for you, Jiang, to be soft?Would it kill me to ask someone else to do me a favor?If you really want to die, find a clean place and die alone!

Xie Yan raised his head and looked at Jiang Jingyun's precarious figure, cursing in his heart.But he couldn't move his gaze away, and the free hand was unconsciously supporting him in the air.

One...160...230...three hundred...six hundred...eight hundred...one thousand...one thousand 150 three.

A total of 150 and three steps, Xie Fan silently recited the number of steps he had walked along the way, and looked at Jiang Jingyun who was standing in front of King Jing's Mansion with complicated eyes.This stubborn donkey has walked so far alone, won't he feel pain?

"Uncle, we're home! We're home! Don't leave, we're home!" Xie Ci sniffed his nose, wiped away his tears, and said in a thick nasal voice.

Hearing the words, Jiang Jingyun felt like he had just awakened from a dream, his thick black eyelashes fluttered, his thin lips fluttered, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He turned around as if he wanted to see something, but suddenly his whole body was like a bow that was tightened and then suddenly loosened. He closed his eyes and fell straight backward.