I think so you save [Sword Three]

Lu Yuan bent down and stretched out his hand towards me.

I rolled to avoid him helping me up, and stood up with support.

"You give me an explanation."

He seemed to be looking at me a little surprised, but his expression was clearly a kind of strange calm.

"Taotao, I clearly told you when I said I was going to look for data."

I looked up, showing a desperate smile.

"You never thought of helping me get home, did you?"

He walked over, and I took a step back with every step, and finally leaned against the bookshelf.

He reached out and stroked my hair gently.

I followed his eyes and saw many past times.

——"I dream every day, thinking about how to keep you."

What he said was clearly true.

I laughed until tears came out.

Amidst my laughter, the stone door of the database not far away suddenly opened, and a gentle and graceful figure—or, once a gentle and graceful figure appeared there.

"Lu Yuan, are you crazy!"

I've never seen Shen Yi's anger that looks like he's about to kill someone.

But I still calmly pulled Lu Yuan aside after the pen in his hand flicked a move, barely avoiding Wanhua's black ink full of murderous intent.

Why do you want to pull - it is probably a subconscious effect.

Actually, I never knew Shen Yi.

It was as if he had never known Lu Yuan before.

Lu Yuan turned around and drew his sword.

"I always knew exactly what I was doing."

Lu Yuan jumped behind Shen Yi, raised his knife and chopped down like a meteor falling to the ground.

Shen Yi stepped forward and swiped the brush, the black ink was like a swimming dragon.

Mu Tianshu once said, "Don't stay by his side, run away."

It's like a prophecy.

I dodged the splashing ink, and when I turned around, I saw a person standing behind me at some point.

The white-haired Daoist was dressed in white, standing there quietly holding a pure black sword, his exposed left eye was like a ruby ​​buried deep in the ground.

I decisively turned around and prepared to run in another direction, but saw Lu Yuan half kneeling not far from Shen Yi with his back to me covering his left shoulder.

The wound glowed with an eerie mixture of green and black.

In front of him, Hua Ge, who was dressed in jet black, was stepping towards him step by step.

At that moment, I almost couldn't think about it and ran towards him.

"Lu Yuan!"

He stood up staggeringly, and attacked Shen Yi like a ghost again.

Shen Yi couldn't react in time, got stabbed, and retreated backwards.

Another figure appeared at the gate.Ling Mochen was also wounded, so he gave Shen Yi a sword with a cold face.

Behind Ling Mochen were three or five Yinyuan chasing soldiers in black, one of them hurriedly helped Shen Yi over, while the others fought with Ling Mochen.

Lu Yuan didn't move, just stood there calmly, the bloody black and green overlapping the wound.

When I ran towards Lu Yuan, he took a few steps back as if he had eyes behind his back.

He retreated to my side and I took hold of his right arm and felt him relax a little bit and put his weight on me.

It seems that it was seriously injured.

The Taoist priest who I have been ignoring behind me walked up to Shen Yi's side to protect him as if walking in the shadow of swords and blood, and said to us: "You are surrounded, stop."

And Lu Yuan said what I wanted to say.

"Yan Xiao, long time no see."

Ling Mochen didn't make any more moves, and slowly retreated in the direction of Lu Yuan and me.

I saw that his long sword was stained with bright red blood again, dripping onto the ground.

Yan Xiao crossed his arms: "Lu Yuan, Ling Mochen, and this girl whose name I don't know have seriously disrupted the world order, so let's punish them."

Shen Yi leaned against a Yin Yuanwei with a miserable expression.

Suddenly he stared at me: "Miss Taotao, why did you help him find Ningxi's data!"

I only have silence.

His voice was still gentle, but extremely sad: "She can't come back...she can't come back..."

Suddenly an idea flashed in my mind: "You are... Shen Xiaohua?"

"Don't use her face to say these three words!" He stood up with support, "You don't deserve it."

Yan Xiao stroked his sword and licked his lips: "Why are you talking so much. If you kill them all, you will be clean."

Ling Mochen quickly raised his sword to protect Lu Yuan and me.

My hand touched the blood dart.

"Let me finish." Shen Yi shook her head.

Once there was a long-haired young man in black clothes standing by the lake in Chang'an during the war, saying that he had been waiting for an old friend for a long time.

Later, he carefully wrote down the prescription to treat my illness, saying that it was the top grade of poison.

Later, he looked at Yupei in the hut of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, his eyes were far away, and he said that seeing things and thinking about people is ultimately a dead thing.

But now he is standing between the bookshelves of the underground database in the old Chang’an city, and he said to me half tenderly and half seductively: "Miss Taotao, you are not from this world in the first place, and you have nothing to do with this turmoil. Kill me!" Lu Yuan, we will take you home."

Ling Mochen gave me a cold look, and watched with a smile on his face.

Lu Yuan sneered: "It sounds good, but you just couldn't find a way to get her soul out of Tang Ningxi's body, so you just waited and waited. Once the two are separated, will you care about other people's lives?"

"Don't use the heart of a villain to measure a person's belly," Shen Yi looked at me, "Miss Taotao, break it when you want it."

"But how do I know which method of killing is obliteration without going back to camp?" I asked.

The moment I said this sentence, I felt Lu Yuan's body tremble violently, but he calmed down quickly.

"Mo Zhan," Shen Yi replied, "Pure black cold weapons are all obliterating."

I suddenly thought of the weapons of Lu Yuan and Ling Mochen, and thought of those dead bodies.

It was as if a very heavy black cloud weighed on my heart.

"I don't have one, Mo Zhan," I asked with great interest, "Can you give me a hand?"

Lu Yuan directly interrupted me, and asked Shen Yi, "Did you inject the poison?"

"What poison?"

"Why ask knowingly."

"You must understand that I will do my best to protect Tang Ningxi's body, that's why I dared to come to Wanhua to see me for her consultation that day," Shen Yi lowered her eyes, "If I knew that the bowl of medicine was poisonous, I would find a way to stop it."

Yan Xiao folded his arms and smiled: "I like this kind of poison very much. If I can avoid the pain of death, I can avoid it."

"An antidote."

Yan Xiao seemed to be saying something anyway, we are all dying people, give me some antidote, Shen Yi struggled to say not to hurt Ningxi's body, my mind was in a mess.

The only medicine related to Shen Yi in my memory is the bowl that Wanhuagu gave me to treat my illness.

Mu Danqing looked soft and cute: "Sister Taotao, take medicine."

After sleeping for three days, Shen Yi woke up and said that my body was too weak, it shouldn't be like this.

Such a beautiful memory, but it is covered with layers of decay, darkness and falsehood.

The Taoist priest with white hair and red eyes smiled: "Is there any last words you want to say?"

Brother Hua with black hair and black clothes looked at me steadily.

I knew he wasn't looking at me.

It may have been a mistake since I came into this world.If I hadn't come, Tang Ningxi wouldn't have disappeared, and Lu Yuan wouldn't have disrupted the order of the game.

But Ling Mochen will not gain new hope because of this.

More and more Yinyuan Wuwei rushed in, and the scene was a bit stalemate.

Ling Mochen sneered, and behind Yan Xiao, Yinyuan Wuwei who had just entered suddenly raised his head.

If there were not too many things that happened today, I would have been seriously frightened, instead of continuing to help Lu Yuan indifferently like now.

That Wu Wei's face was... exactly the same as Ling Mochen's.

Mu Tianshu once said that Yinyuan would kill a character and then create an identical one, and that one is obviously the "new" Ling Mochen.

But it is very ironic that this Ling Mochen also entered Yinyuanhui.

Then, two people with the same face met each other in battle.

But the other Ling Mochen seemed to be more lively and cheerful than the one I knew.

When entering Yinyuanhui before, Ling Mochen was pretending to be this Ling Mochen, so the gatekeepers did not suspect him.

Yan Xiao seemed too lazy to wait any longer, and raised his hand: "Go."

I raised the thousand receivers and shot a stone splitting crossbow, but Lu Yuan was extremely calm.

His tone was as cold and calm as ever: "What are you waiting for?"

Then I saw bloody flowers bursting out from Yan Xiao's chest.

Ling Mochen behind him has a very indifferent expression, just like Ling Mochen standing in front of me.

One person, one sword, stepping on blood and bones, walking on a road full of thorns.

With an expression of disbelief, Yan Xiao slowly fell to the ground.

Yinyuan Wuwei had no leader for a while, and there seemed to be a few people from our side mixed in, fighting in a chaotic mess.

Shen Yi, who was already injured in the chaos, tried her best to hold on, fighting and retreating.

He said to me: "Miss Taotao, what I said before still counts."

I ignored him.

I heard someone ask another Ling Mochen: "Yinyuan treats you well, why are you!"

He replied: "From the time I met my predecessor, I knew that there would be such a day."

The two men in black with the same face nodded to each other coldly, separated by swords and swords.

Lu Yuan leaned against me, silently watching the whole situation.

Occasionally, those who couldn't think about rushing to our side were all solved by Ling Mochen neatly.

I suddenly felt that all of this was calculated by Lu Yuan from the very beginning.

Exactly.

The winners rejoiced: "We succeeded!"

Those who failed either died with peace in their eyes, or quickly returned to the camp.

But I feel, quite boring.

The moment the battle ended, I took a quick step to the side, intending to throw Lu Yuan to the ground, but he was still standing there firmly.

I'm not happy, so you just relied on wool.

Is it to take advantage of the sympathy and weakness in my heart?

I straightened my mind and looked at him coldly.

I once gave him such deep trust, as if he was the only one in this world.

Then overnight, it fell apart.