Jun Xie Chenxin

Two arrows.

Three arrows.

Four arrows.

five arrows.

six arrows.

more and more.

……

Every time Feng Ninghan hits an arrow, he will pull the arrow out of his body and hold it in the palm of his hand.

The arrow in the palm of his hand was so heavy that he could hardly hold it anymore.

He kept his head down all the time, without looking at Mu Xiaogu's female disciples.

Suddenly, an arrow shot in front of Feng Ninghan, piercing the darkness covering Feng Ninghan.

Feng Ninghan raised his head, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he realized that deep down in his heart, he wanted to be cared about and chosen.

But reality is often not as beautiful as imagined.

The arrow that shot into the air only temporarily brought Feng Ninghan a little warmth.

Emperor Yang jokingly said, "Oh? What? Finally, someone who values ​​love and righteousness has appeared? Come on, bring his family up!"

"No, no, no! Don't, don't!" The female archery disciple knelt on the ground and begged, "No, I didn't do it on purpose, I just didn't draw the bow, give me another chance!"

Emperor Yang was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became more sarcasm, "Hahaha! Haha, haha, how ridiculous, I thought there was someone so fearless! Haha, come here, give her another arrow!"

"Yes!" The guard stepped forward and threw an arrow from the arrow basket in front of the female disciple. The female disciple stared at the arrow in front of her, swallowed her saliva, and raised her heart to her throat.

Emperor Yang saw that the female disciple was holding the arrow tremblingly, and reminded, "If the arrow doesn't hit again, then you did it on purpose, and you and your family will all die in the end."

The woman nodded her head wildly and stood up tremblingly. She bit her lip and looked up at Feng Ninghan. Seeing Feng Ninghan looking at herself, there was obviously no trace of resentment in that look, and it could even be said that she accepted it completely frankly. The appearance, but the female disciple blamed herself so much that it was hard to look directly into those eyes.

How naked their egoism is in the face of pure self-sacrifice.

It was as if the human skin had been peeled off, exposing the bloody flesh inside.

Bloody, brutal.

She didn't dare to look at Feng Ninghan, she just didn't want to look directly at such a selfish self, so she instinctively glanced to escape.

"Don't you see how you hit Feng Ninghan? This is the last arrow! Think carefully!"

Emperor Yang reminded him as a bystander, but he was actually punishing his heart.

Not only the hearts of Zhu Mu Xiaogu and the group of female disciples, but also the hearts of Feng Ninghan.

Emperor Yang wants to torture Feng Ninghan, to let him know how stupid it is for him to protect these people!Only when his thoughts are tortured until they disintegrate can he control him better.

The female disciple was bewitched by Emperor Yang's threat, she took a breath, pressed that breath into her heart, and looked at Feng Ninghan.

After Feng Ninghan met those eyes, he knew what she would do.

He closed his eyes and didn't look.

The female disciple took an arrow and bent her bow, and the arrow hit Feng Ninghan's knee.

Feng Ninghan suddenly felt his feet go limp, he staggered two steps and almost fell to his knees.

He lowered his head and opened his eyes to look at the arrow that hit his knee. The arrow pierced the patella, and the blood flowed continuously.

There is no perfect place on his body.

Feng Ninghan bent down, grabbed the arrow, frowned and pulled it out forcefully.

"Uh..." Feng Ninghan couldn't help moaning, took a deep breath, and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.He held the arrow in the palm of his hand, and he was already holding a bunch of arrows in his hand, and he was about to lose his grip...

He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Xiaogu's female disciple, there were two more.

There are two more, and they can be freed.

very nice.

Everything is worth it.

And the next female disciple is Xiaowei.

Feng Ninghan was struggling to stand, he looked at Xiaowei and smiled at her.

He is ready.

Little Tail still didn't have much expression on his face, as if he had been drained of anger.

Gradually, Xiaowei shook her body, raised her bow and arrow, and stared at Feng Ninghan with blank eyes.

Feng Ninghan suppressed her smile and lowered her head.

Little Tail said: "I'm sorry, son."

After the words fell, Xiaowei's expression became resolute. She pointed the bow and arrow at Emperor Yang at a very fast speed. With full power, an arrow flew towards Emperor Yang like lightning. Emperor Yang was startled, but the arrow returned. He was shot down by Deputy General Zou before reaching Emperor Yang, and then Deputy General Zou killed Xiaowei with a sword without muddling.

The little tail fell back on the ground, she looked at the sky, and smiled for a long time.

Her eyes were deep, to the point of laxity.

"Fan Lang, thank you for understanding me, I'm here, I'm here to accompany you..."

Little Tail is dead.

He would rather die than be the one who hurt Feng Ninghan.

Emperor Yang was furious when he saw this, "How dare she kill me! Pull her family out! Divide into pieces!"

"Your Majesty... She, her husband... was killed by her before she was arrested... There is no one at home..."

"And what about her child!"

"The two of them have no children..."

When Emperor Yang heard the words, he immediately understood, he chuckled twice, "Hehe, she is really a strong and smart woman, she is much more witty than those other people, hehe!"

Feng Ninghan opened his eyes, and saw Little Tail lying in a pool of blood, he was stunned, and he stood there helplessly.

Why... why did it become like this.

He hugged his head, panting heavily, almost in a daze, and kept saying, "How could this be...how could this be...it shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be... …Not appropriate!"

Feng Ninghan knelt on the ground, clutching her chest with her hands, her breathing became more and more cramped, so cramped that she was about to suffocate.

"No, no...it should be to shoot me with an arrow, so that I can survive! Why did she die, why!"

Feng Ninghan looked at the bloody arrows in his hand, trembling all over, suddenly, he threw those arrows away.

Those arrows scattered on the ground, so dazzling.

"Why... why am I still alive... If she doesn't care about me, if she doesn't choose me, then, she won't die..."

Feng Ninghan kept repeating in her heart: My existence...is meaningless...that's right, everyone is unfortunate because of me.

He bowed his head and knelt on the ground without moving.

The last remaining female disciple of Mu Xiaogu took an arrow and shot at Feng Ninghan, the first arrow landed at Feng Ninghan's feet, Feng Ninghan still didn't respond.

Seeing this situation, Emperor Yang raised his eyebrows and said sullenly, "What? You didn't draw your bow either?"

"Please, please give me one more chance!"

Emperor Yang waved his hand: "Here!"

The female disciple looked at Feng Ninghan with a distressed expression, but said a very disgusting sentence.

"Master Gu, I'm sorry... We listen to His Majesty, and we will only make you suffer some flesh and blood, but if you don't listen, I, my husband and the child will all die... Please forgive me!" After finishing speaking, the female disciple bent over Bow, shot the arrow that shattered humanity.

……

"Phew!" A flash of fire flashed, the arrow was knocked down by a stone, and in the blink of an eye, everyone saw the man protecting Feng Ninghan - Qi Yang.