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"Not necessarily. Yan Li smiled.

"Not really?" Ji Paper Kite looked into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts.

Although Yan Li was not educated like her since he was a child, when he didn't want people to see his thoughts, no one could see it. It was as if at this moment, his eyes were deep, dark and bright, like the brightest stars in the sky, deep and fascinating.

"You don't believe me?" he asked.

Ji Paper Kite was a little fascinated, she never knew that a man could be so good-looking, even Yan Shiyi couldn't compare. However, there is also a voice engraved in her mind all the time, it is a sentence, that sentence is only four words, and those four words contain all the memories, echoing over and over again, repeating over and over again, as if engraved in the bottom of her heart, in her bones, and in the depths of her soul.

At this time, her heart will be as hard as iron, like a locked door, no matter how charming the person, no matter how beautiful the words, can not move her.

"I don't believe it. She said calmly and soberly.

"How about we make a bet?" Yan Li smiled faintly.

"Bet on what?" Ji Paper Kite raised her thin eyebrows, exuding a compelling heroic spirit.

"If I lose, I'll work for you for three years. ”

"Three years, the stakes are really small. Ji Paper Kite's eyebrows were raised higher, like two flying swords, with an invisible edge, "It seems that what you ask for is not small, what if I lose?"

It has only been more than a year since Yan Li returned to Yongling, and he is already a three-grade martial artist, three years may be just three spring and autumn seasons for ordinary people, but for him, it may be the most precious time in his life.

He said lightly: "If you win, you only need to answer me one question." ”

"One question for three years, are you sure you are not crazy?" Ji Paper Kite couldn't help but be surprised, she thought that Yan Li would propose some conditions to take advantage, but she didn't expect it to be just a question. In her impression, Yan Li never suffers, if he thinks that touching your hand is worth fighting hard, then he will work hard; if he thinks you are worthless, then let alone working hard, he will not even pay a penny.

"You want me to be crazy?" Yan said.

"It's not a good thing. Ji Paper Kite said.

Yan Li said: "Does anyone say that you are a ruthless woman?"

"I don't know if anyone says that about me. Ji Paper Kite stared at Yan Li with a majestic gaze, "Because no one has ever dared to talk to me like that." ”

Yan Li laughed again and said, "Now I have." ”

Ji Paper Kite looked at Yan Li deeply and said, "You are really a bold person. Your bet, I'll answer. When she said this, her expression was very cold, because when she said this, it meant that even if the people in Xishan Camp really died, she would not make a move.

The remaining four desolate men also rushed into the warband, setting off even more violent and terrifying killings. Although they are not as invulnerable as the first desolate man, it is well known that only a few wolves are enough to bite and kill hundreds of frightened sheep.

The sheep don't have the ability to resist, and the Xishan camp may have it, but they can't show it.

Everyone is thinking about how to escape, how to survive this massacre, and where to know how to resist?

Zhao Qiping was one of these people, and he had completely lost his square inch until he felt a cold gaze.

He instinctively looked up and saw that it was Yan Li!

He didn't know why he could feel the other party's gaze, he just felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

Yan Li stood on the flagpole, hugging a beautiful woman like a flower and jade in his arms, with a cold expression, as if the people below were not his subordinates, but just a group of indifferent people. He looked down lightly, and his condescending eyes were full of contempt, even if not deliberately.

This look was exactly the same as when he was trampled under his feet by Zhang Zhixiong's men in the academy.

And at this moment, he seemed to hear a sentence from Yan Li's eyes again, even if he didn't have to listen carefully, he knew what that sentence was.

He suddenly became very miserable, because everything in reality was completely different from what he had expected.

"Ahh......h Don't look at me, please...... I, I'm just an ordinary person...... I ...... "Something is going to explode in my heart."

"I ......" he fell to his knees in pain, holding his head in his hands, shaking like chaff, and it was obvious that he was really afraid, and there was no one in this world who was really not afraid of death.

Isn't he also human?

But precisely because he is human, he has emotions, and he will be jealous and envious. The target of his greatest jealousy is Yan Li, and the target of his greatest envy is also Yan Li.

He was a very ordinary peasant child, no noble blood, no strong relationship, never wore real brocade clothes, before leaving his hometown, he didn't know that there was such a prosperous place as Yongling in the world, he liked Yongling at first sight, he vowed to get ahead here, but was kicked out of the academy because of the fight.

He was desperate.

At this moment, too, despair filled his body and mind, and he was almost overwhelmed.

However, he was not reconciled.

There are countless students who study hard day and night, in order to awaken their true names, isn't it because they are "unwilling"?

As long as you are unwilling, no one can stop you from struggling, because only yourself can stop yourself in this world.

At this moment, it suddenly seemed like a mysterious power was injected into Zhao Qiping's body, and his body suddenly stopped shaking, and then he raised his head, rushed to the sky, and let out a deafening roar from the depths of his throat: "I'm unwilling!"

The corners of Yan Li's mouth raised slightly, and he suddenly shouted: "Slaughter 30 million Guan Shan!"

Hearing this loud shout, Zhao Qiping's body burned with even more violent flames, as if an incomparable vitality was injected into the burning soul.

"Extend the mountains and rivers for 500 years!"

His body was like a spring, and he suddenly jumped up, swimming against the current in the panicked tide of retreat, his vigorous skills were like a wolf pounced on his prey, and there was no panic on his face, only madness.

All that was left in his eyes was the prey, a desolate man immersed in the slaughter.

When the desolate man sensed that something was wrong, he had already been thrown to the ground by Zhao Qiping.

The two of them were rolling and scuffling on the ground, completely out of order. The desolate man relied on brute strength, while Zhao Qiping was so crazy that he had forgotten his moves.

All his vitality was poured into the meridian nodes of his hands, and whenever he had the opportunity, he greeted the desolate man fiercely.

The tide of panicked retreat actually stopped. They all stared blankly at the two scuffling on the ground, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

When the desolate man was hit in the bridge of the nose by Zhao Qiping's seventeenth punch, they saw a look of fear in the eyes of the desolate man like a primitive beast.

Just like in the cold winter wax moon, the back was put into the ice edge, and they all beat their spirits. An unprecedented thought, like a sharp cone, pierced into the skull: the desolate can be killed, and we can also make meritorious contributions!

Yan Li's curvature from the corners of his mouth deepened, deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a deep voice: "People will eventually die, but if you kill them, you will be glorified!"

"Glory!"

The soldiers who were still dominated by fear a moment ago suddenly rushed back at this moment like a beast that had been released from the bottom of their hearts, roaring wildly and enchanting them.

Ji Paper Kite couldn't help but look at Yan Li, of course she knew the power of words, sometimes it was more terrifying than cultivation, but it was the first time she had seen someone who could turn the situation around with just two words.

She couldn't help but ask, "He is obviously a person who is so afraid of death, how could he suddenly become a ...... Beast?" She really couldn't find the words to describe Zhao Qiping at this moment.

Yan Li said lightly: "Isn't man also evolved from a beast? The blood in his bones, I have seen it in the academy." But as long as a person is not willing to obey fate, he will not stop moving forward. ”

Ji Paper Kite said: "I finally understand one thing now. ”

Yan Li said, "Oh?"

Ji Paper Kite said: "I've always been curious, why the Yanshan thieves are taking your orders like holy decrees. ”

Yan Li smiled faintly and said, "Now you know?"

"Now I know. Ji Paper Kite said, "I also know something else. ”

"Listen up. Yan Lidao.

Ji Paper Kite stared at Yan Li, and said word by word: "There is no Yan Dragon Slaughter in this world. ”

Yan Li said without changing his face: "How can you see it?"

"There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Ji Paper Kite said lightly.

"But it is rumored outside," Yan Li said with a smile, "I am Yan Longtu's son." ”

"Not even if you are his son. Ji Paper Kite said.

Yan Li's smile was even stronger, and he tightened his hand around her thin waist: "Then it stands to reason that I am a tiger, and you are also a tiger, how did we stand on this flagpole together?"

Ji Paper Kite's face was slightly red, and she glared at him and said, "It seems that you haven't suffered enough." When she stares at you, instead of making people feel fierce, she looks like a young girl who is just beginning to fall in love, looking at her lover with affectionate eyes.

Anyone who is stared at by her like this can't help but shake their hearts.

Just when Yan was shaking his head, the battle situation below had come to an end.

With the fourth desolate being killed, only the last one remains, and the most difficult to deal with, he is a desolate warrior.

It's easy to tell now. Each desolate warrior had several retinues, and the four desolate men who were killed were none other than the retinue of the desolate warrior. Desolate warriors wear a chain of bones around their necks, and they cut off the bones of powerful creatures they kill and string them into necklaces to wear around their necks.

The necklace around the neck of this desolate warrior is not very long, and it seems that there are not enough powerful creatures to kill, but from beginning to end, there are no wounds on his body, and his breath is even and stable, even if the four retinues are killed, he is not moved, as if he still has self-confidence, he is confident that even without his entourage, he can kill everyone here.

But the confidence on his face suddenly disappeared.

For at this time the soldiers receded like a tide.

Only six men were left around him.