Zhou Yu, who was about to draw the sword, was shaken by her bright smile, and the next moment, his palm was hot, and the long sword fell at the feet of the purple-clothed young man with a bang. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You!" Suddenly coming back to his senses, Zhou Yu gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Take them." ”

It's really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there, Mu Ruolan, you fell into my hands this time, and you don't want to leave in this life.

"Ha, Zhou Yu, you are the defeated of this girl's subordinates, you want to catch me, you are not qualified enough, soft-footed shrimp." Mu Ruolan laughed wildly, and whipped a whip in the face of the black-clothed man who was attacking her.

"You stinky girl!" was poked in the sore spot, Zhou Yu's face was distorted and he said angrily, "Catch this girl, and the reward will be one thousand taels." ”

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward, as soon as Zhou Yu said this, several people in black surrounded Mu Ruolan like chicken blood, the long whip she swung out was made by a person who shook a trick and then reached out to grab it, the person pulled violently, she secretly said badly, the whip was wrapped around her wrist, she couldn't shake it off if she wanted to, and her arm was stretched straight.

"Darkwing, help me." She finally couldn't help but shout.

Dark Wing, who was leading his subordinates to fight with more than a dozen men in black, heard her shout, his expression tightened, his arm was stabbed, he snorted, rose up, and flew towards the black shadow on the edge of the cliff, "Ruolan......"

Zhou Yu sneered and took the whip from the man in black, and pulled it hard after wrapping his palm around a few times, Mu Ruolan exclaimed, and her body was unstable and rushed forward, she secretly said badly, and she caught a glimpse of the dark wing being chased and entangled by several men in black and couldn't get out, and she lacked skills.

If it falls into the hands of Zhou Yu, with the things she has done, the love is deep, and the hatred is deep...... In the blink of an eye, she was already thinking of a way out in her mind, because she was ready to be caught by Zhou Yu.

Just when her mind was flying, suddenly a purple shadow crossed her sight, and when she looked back, she saw a flash of silver light, and the soft whip that was so straight that she was cut off at the waist, and the force involved suddenly disappeared, and she fell back suddenly, unexpectedly being hugged from behind by a pair of powerful arms.

It was him, the young man in purple.

Mu Ruolan leaned on the young man's broad and warm chest, her heart was pounding, these people from the Eastern Regions were desperate to protect him, but Zhou Yu said that he would invite him to the General's Mansion as a guest, and change him to the 'prince', her eyes flashed, could it be that he was the prince of the Eastern Regions?

On the edge of the cliff, a tall and straight young man in purple hugged a tall and delicate girl in black, the mountain breeze blowing, the purple robe flying, and their hair fluttering and entangled.

Zhou Yu looked at the two people who hugged each other tightly, his eyes became colder and colder, and the clenched fists under his wide sleeves were exposed.

Undoubtedly, this image stung his eyes and burned his heart even more, and he had a crazy and terrible thought in his head, kill her, kill them, as long as she died, he would no longer suffer from this, and he would be free.

The corners of his mouth pulled a cruel and bloodthirsty smile, "Since the prince refuses to give in, then Zhou Mouben didn't see you today." He turned around with his hands in his hands, leaving behind the delicate face that had haunted him for many years, and said coldly, "Kill them." ”

Mu Ruolan's eyes widened, Zhou Yu just wanted to capture the purple-clothed young man, not to kill him, but why did he suddenly decide to kill him?

There was no time to think about it, seven or eight black-clothed people had already attacked with swords, Mu Ruolan wanted to push away the chest behind her, but the young man pressed her head on his chest, and the sword in his hand forced the black-clothed man in front of him to retreat, wrapped Mu Ruolan's waist and retreated to the edge of the cliff, and suddenly lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Hold me tight." ”

Jumping forward, one purple and one black, the limbs of the two figures were intertwined and fell off the cliff, Mu Ruolan screamed and hugged the young man's waist, the wind whistling in her ears, blowing the pain in her cheeks, she heard the heart-rending cry of the dark wing.

The purple-clothed young man held Mu Ruolan in one hand, and slammed the sword into the cliff wall in one hand, and suddenly the mountain rock burst out, and the blade of the sword slashed deeply into the rock wall to slow down the speed of the two of them, and the trees on the rock wall were slanted, effectively buffering the strength of the fall, so although the deep ravine cliff, there was infinite vitality.

The clouds passed over the cliff halfway, and the fog was shrouded, and the figures of the two disappeared from sight in an instant.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Ruolan woke up in the cold, and what greeted her was a night, and the dark sky was dotted with stars of all sizes and flickering.

At night, it was dark all around, and the sound of insects was endless, Mu Ruolan sat up, found that the clothes on her body were soaked, slowly stood up, and moved her limbs, except for some slight stinging pain in her wrists and knees, there were no serious injuries.

The bottom of the cliff in the middle of the night was unusually quiet, and there was a faint sound of water flowing, and when I looked around, I saw the sparkling water not far away in the moonlight. It turned out that there was a lake at the bottom of the cliff, and they fell into it.

Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered the purple-clothed young man who fell off the cliff with her in her arms, where did he go? Was he the one who rescued her from the lake?

The night wind blew with coolness, and the soaked clothes stuck to her skin, and Mu Ruolan shivered with cold.

"Hey, you, where are you?" Unable to see clearly in the dark, she hesitated to take a few steps, and the answer was a click under her feet, and she didn't know what she stepped on, which frightened her heart tightened, and a whimper came out of her throat.

It's terrifying, being alone in the barren mountains and mountains late at night, it's definitely a terrible experience for any teenage girl who has never had it.

And Mu Ruolan is just a fifteen-year-old girl, no matter how resourceful, calm and bold she is, she can't help but feel fear at this moment.

After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw her surroundings clearly, and found herself standing on a flat and open grass on the shore of the lake, she looked up at the towering and steep cliff, thinking that she was carried by the young man and jumped off the top of the cliff, she could still remember the feeling of the cold mountain wind blowing on her face, and the spark when the blade of the sword cut across the rock wall.

At this moment, there was a chuckle in the gentle night breeze, low and beautiful, cold and elegant.

"Who?" After a pause, Mu Ruolan looked in the direction of the sound.

With a bang, a beam of fire lit up in the darkness, and an extremely handsome face was vaguely reflected in the hazy light and shadow, glanced at her faintly, and then lit up the pile of branches at her feet.

The fire lit, and Mu Ruolan walked over and sat down across from him, watching him expertly turn over the fish skewered on the branches. She did not shy away from staring at this young man, he had a pair of narrow and upward phoenix eyes, sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the sideburns, thin lips seemed to be shaved, the face lines were beautiful, the edges and corners were clear, handsome and masculine, the long black hair was damp and slightly scattered, the placket on the chest was open, revealing the texture of the neck and chest with perfect arcs, and his eyes fell on the hands holding the branches and grilled fish, his fingers were slender and white, the bones were distinct, and the round nails were glowing softly in the firelight.