Marriage on behalf of others is risky, so you need to be cautious the second time

The strong wind rolled the rocks, and the Gobi Desert, which was piled up with gravel, set off a crisp sound of small stones colliding.

"Practice magical skills, kill, Fang, and Yi."

An Ge said these words from his mouth without any emotion, and raised his sword and walked towards Fang Yi unhurriedly.

Fang Yi couldn't believe his ears, and asked in a choked voice, "What did you say?"

An Ge strode forward, as if he had finally found his target, his empty eyes flashed with swords and swords, and a broken and hoarse voice came out of his throat:

"Kill, Fang, Yi!"

After saying that, he stretched out his arm holding the sword, splitting the air with a sharp cracking sound, and his footsteps suddenly accelerated, like an arrow off the string, rushing towards a person not far away.

Deng!

Fang Yi pulled out his sword, and subconsciously knocked his attack away. The scorching sparks from the collision of the blades were fleeting, but the flames burned into people's hearts, burning a hole alive.

He never thought that An Ge would be so ruthless, so ruthless that he didn't seem like a person, but even more murderous.

Shua raised his eyes, looked at Feng Ruoshu who was standing on the slope as a wall, and roared: "What did you do to him!"

A crack opened at the corner of Feng Ruoshu's mouth, like an abyss, "It's not as good as what you did to me."

"He used to be the person in your heart, but now that he has become like this, how can you let him go?"

"Why can't I do it? He killed you, and you deserve to die! What's wrong with that?" Feng Ruoshu's cheeks twitched, and he turned to An Ge and said, "Xiao An, kill him!"

When An Ge heard this, Teng raised his hand and slashed at Fang Yi again.His strength was so great that after Fang Yi took this move, the hilt of his sword almost fell out of his hand.The blade of the sword was still screaming in the aftershocks, the sound was sharp and piercing, and a hole was broken in the tiger's mouth because of this-he really killed him.

Fang Yi glanced at the wound on the tiger's mouth, as if he had been stabbed in the heart, blood dripping, "Do you know what you are doing?"

He asked the person in front of him, his voice trembling slightly.

An Ge ignored him, turned the hilt of the sword on his wrist, changed direction, and stabbed at Fang Yi's waist.

Fang Yi just blocked it with the blade of his sword and stepped back step by step.In his opinion, although An Ge's moves were fierce, they actually had flaws.If you seize the opening and take advantage of the situation to counterattack, and attack An Ge's weakness, you can turn the situation around and even cut An Ge under the sword.

But how could he bear to do it?

This is his little Yaksha, who is reluctant to hurt his little Yaksha, no matter how impregnable he is, how indestructible, how cold-blooded and ruthless, how can he face this man with a knife?

"You wake me up!"

An Ge's Ping Yin Dafa is not weak. If Fang Yi goes all out and tries his best, he will at most get a tie.But now Fang Yi sees the person in front of him, his mind has been disturbed, and it is very difficult to deal with it, so how can we talk about fighting back?

"Hey!"

As soon as the blade passed, Fang Yi's arm was scratched.The blood flowed on Mo Xie's sword and slowly seeped in, making the red color of the sword even more alluring.

An Ge lifted the Moxie sword up to his chest, covering half of his face, raised his other hand, and stretched out two fingers to rub against the blade, from bottom to top, where the fingers passed, the color of Moxie sword changed. It was bright red, with a faint light—he was accumulating energy again, ready for the next attack.

Fang Yi was in pain, slowly put down his hand covering the wound, stared at his unfocused eyes, and asked, "Are you really going to kill me, Little Yasha?"

The word "Little Yaksha" got into An Ge's ears, causing him to pause when he raised his sword, as if the rolling mountains and rivers were suddenly frozen, stuck in mid-air, and did not move for a long time.

Feng Ruoshu stood not far behind him, saw this, frowned, and ordered loudly: "Xiao'an, kill him!"

As if it was an order to unfreeze, An Ge's frozen arm suddenly revived and returned to its previous state.Just in the corner of the eyes, two lines of bitter tears slipped out.

Deng!Deng!

The successive attacks became more and more fierce, Fang Yi gradually lost the wind, and the number of large and small wounds on his body gradually increased.During this period, he found a flaw, and the tip of the sword was facing An Ge's back, but if he really stabbed down, he would be permanently disabled if he did not die. Yi's chest.It is located above the heart and close to the shoulders. Although it is not fatal, it is still a blood hole piercing through the body. As the blade is drawn out, scarlet blood rushes, staining a large area of ​​clothes.

"Uh!"

Fang Yi clutched the wound, hot blood flowed out through the gap between his fingers, and hit the ground with a patter.This blow hurt him very badly, he was about to fall when he staggered, and he barely stabilized his figure with strong support.

He raised his eyes in a daze, wanting to see An Ge's next attack.Unexpectedly, the beast-like man suddenly stopped attacking, and Fang Yi's blood spattered half of his palm-sized face. He seemed to have regained his sanity, and stared blankly at Fang Yi's wound.

"pain......"

An Ge's hand holding the Mo Xie sword trembled violently, as if he had been injured, tears kept streaming down his face, his lips moved, and he spit out this word by accident.

When Fang Yi was injured, he would always run up to him, holding the injured area with great distress, and said, "Brother Monkey, are you in pain? It's okay, I'll blow it off for you. It hurts. My Little Yasha breathes immortal energy, which can cure all diseases!"

Fang Yi was shocked when he heard the inaudible "pain" coming out of his mouth.He thought that An Ge's mind had been eaten away, and he was a puppet without autonomy.But it turns out, can you still feel it?

He shook his head violently, looked at An Ge again, and saw two gleams of light flashed in his gray and lifeless eyes, and said quickly:

"Little Yasha, you can hear me and feel me! Can't you?"

An Ge's mouth opened, as if a beast was struggling inside his body, biting his internal organs, but he couldn't speak, unable to express the pain.

"pain......"

There was a fishy sweetness in Fang Yi's throat, he suppressed it with force, and quickly said: "I don't hurt, baby, I don't hurt." He staggered two steps forward, and stretched out his palm to the person in front of him, "Little Yasha, come home with me, and I will take you home."

"go home?"

An Ge repeated it in a daze, the word was very unfamiliar to him.

"Yes, go home." Blood spilled from the corner of Fang Yi's mouth, and he wiped it off with difficulty, "There are your eight children at home, as well as Kongming lanterns. We put 42 of them, and there are many left. We make an appointment every year in early April. It will be released every second day. Do you remember what day is the second day of April?"

As soon as the words "Kongming Lantern" fell to the ground, An Ge's eyes became brighter.

If there was only one lone star before, then now, it is a vast and shining galaxy.

A picture suddenly flashed in my mind, two people in bright red wedding gowns, facing the sky full of stars and lights, the stars are shining, and the evening breeze is gentle.Holding a light yellow Kongming lantern, they said to each other:

"When we marry you on the second day of April, we will put 42 Kongming lanterns to make our bond last forever. How about it?"

The voice is gentle to the bone, there is clearly no word "love", but this confession is a blow to the heart, and there is no power to resist, just falling into this boundless tenderness, and can't bear to come out.

An Ge was stunned, the sword that was about to assassinate Fang Yi stopped in mid-air, and his arm was convulsed.The Gu worms on the chest moved wantonly, wishing to gnaw and gnaw the piece of flesh, the dark blue light, like curling smoke, pierced Fang Yi's eyes through the heavy clothes.

"He tricked you?"

It turned out to be Pingjiao's Gu technique, no wonder it was so powerful.

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Feng Ruoshu's voice suddenly came:

"Xiao An, what are you waiting for? Kill him!"

chap!

The light that had finally been ignited in the eyes suddenly went out, and the emptiness was like a whirlpool, lifeless and lifeless.

The blood-red Mo Xie sword was raised above his head, blocking some of the sunlight, and the rest of the glaring white light fell down the sword, forcing people not to look directly at it.

despair!despair!

An Ge's tears kept hitting the ground, his face was as clear as wood, without any expression, but he was crying, as if tears were the only thing alive in his body.

The hand holding the sword twitched violently, the instinct of his body made him drop the sword and cut off the head of the person in front of him, but his only remaining weak rationality, like the tiny firefly of rotten grass, made him lift the falling arm up again.

Unable to drop the sword, An Ge controlled the thousands of evil thoughts with a trace of sobriety. He used thousands of times of strength and did not dare to slack off at all. People will be decapitated.

This person is very important and cannot be killed.

However, a ghostly and bewitching voice came from my ear:

"Xiao'an, you are the leader of the Pingjiao."

"The mission you were born with is to practice Pingyin Dafa."

"You have no relatives, no friends, let alone lovers, only enemies."

"Fang Yi is your enemy, kill him."

"You don't like practicing kung fu, right? If you kill Fang Yi, you won't need to practice kung fu anymore, and you will be free."

"As long as Fang Yi is killed, we are all free. You can do whatever you want, go wherever you want, as long as you...kill him."

These words repeatedly ran back and forth in the ear, pierced through the thin eardrum, and rang in the brain thousands of times, as if a honeycomb had been stuffed in the skull.

No, you can't kill him... If you kill him, you will regret it for the rest of your life...

An Ge trembled all over his body, as if he had just been fished out of a glacier. Cold sweat mixed with tears fell down, struggling on the verge of death.

Fang Yi couldn't stand up anymore, his legs were weak, and he knelt down.

He looked at An Ge's appearance of being haunted by the curse, and his heart ached like a knife. He lived to make this person happy. Now for him, this person is in such pain, why is he still struggling?Do you have to wait until everything falls apart before giving up?

Fang Yi couldn't bear it.

After thinking about it, he smiled in relief, closed his eyes, and said:

"Little Yasha, kill me, rather than make you suffer like this."

At least he knew that An Ge raised his sword under control, killing was not his intention.

At least he knew that he held a heavy weight in An Ge's heart, so heavy that he almost woke up from the Gu technique.

At least he knows that he loves Little Yasha, and Little Yasha loves him too.

That's enough.

"laugh--"

The sword enters the flesh.

However, the predicted pain did not come, Fang Yi paused, suddenly realized something, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Little Yasha!"

An Ge turned the bloody Mo Xie sword around and stabbed it into his chest.

The author has something to say:

An Ge has the aura of the protagonist, so he won't burp!