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And even if they fight, shouldn't they be enemies, but now Mo Lan directly rescued Yu Wenche, and Wen Xueguo has been reorganized, and now it is in the hands of Yu Wenzhe, and Yu Wenzhe has a good relationship with Yu Wenche, and now he is naturally on Mo Lan's side.

And Mo Lan and the mysterious characters of Xuanguo fight even if they fight, it seems that they are still old acquaintances, what is going on now.

"Mo Lan, you are looking for death." Purple Proud stabbed at her with monstrous hatred.

"Arashi, be careful." Lianxin exclaimed.

Feng Ming's sword instantly appeared in Mo Lan's hand, directly blocking his powerful sword.

"You weren't my opponent five years ago, no matter how much you improve, do you think I'll only stay where I am in the past five years?" Mo Lan looked at him and said coldly.

"Don't think that I don't dare to kill you, if it weren't for the relationship between you and Rong'er, you think you still have a life to live until now."

"But I'm living the same way now, living well, return Rong'er to me." Ziao left her side in an instant, and entangled with her again.

"Iwa, aren't you going to help?" Lan Fengyu watched Baili Yan sit calmly on the horse, not worried about her at all.

The others also looked at him in surprise, wasn't he the most afraid of her and what would happen to him?

"He can't hurt Lan'er, and Lan'er didn't use all his strength at all, not even the seventh-layer skill."

"No, the seventh-layer skill is not enough, don't you want to be so terrifying, and where did you see the rock." Lan Fengyu glanced up and down at Baili Yan.

"Lan Fengyu, it's not me who you want to look at now, and you're staring at those people." Bailiyan's cold voice made a shudder, and the attention of the others also paid attention, and there was really a problem with this look.

"Rock"

"Go according to the plan, and naturally someone will cooperate with us."

"Yes."

One by one, the order goes down, and the war is about to break out.

"Mo Lan, do you really think that he is the only one who wants to kill you?" A cold voice.

"There are so many people who want to kill me, there are not many more of you, and no less of you." Mo Lan said indifferently.

"Mo Lan," Long Quan said angrily.

"How can more people bully less people, is it, when we don't exist." Lianxin directly threw Yu Wenche to the people who came from behind, and joined the battle with a long whip.

More and more people appeared, and the battlefield began to fight. In this war, I don't know how many people died, my own people, the enemy's, or those who shouldn't have died, were plotted to die in this war.

What is the war for, what is the blood accumulating more and more, and the blood flowing like a river?

What exactly is the war for? What is the contention, what is the contention, and what is the inability to fight.

War, war, what is war for? What is the purpose of sacrificing so many people, and for those who have not experienced war, probably no one can understand how cruel war really is.

There are corpses everywhere, and people who keep falling, at this time, people's lives are just like grass under a butcher's knife, life is so fragile and vulnerable.

The blood that keeps falling, the numb hands, the beautiful sky, and the warm sun can't raise the temperature, and the plains and mountains that should be picturesque are so unappreciated at this moment.

It seemed that all the sounds were gone, only the sound of the swords clashing, only the sound of the swords slashing at people, the sound of bleeding.

I don't know how long this war lasted, I don't know when it stopped, no one spoke, no one moved, whether this war was won or lost, it was meaningless, the ending had already been decided, even if you had imagined many pictures, but you couldn't match the shock that really appeared in front of you.

A tear ran down his face and fell in a pool of blood.

This long-awaited war is over, and it may not be over, but what remains is not so important, after all, the long-arranged net should be closed.

Is it raining? Are you crying even the sky, lamenting the war in this world, and crying for these lost lives?

War, war, war, the peace of the 21st century that China has exchanged for after a hundred years of conquest, who knows how many people have died in the war, how many homes have been destroyed, how many families have been broken, and if you can, you really don't want to have a war.

"It is impossible for this world not to be without strife." An Yue once said indifferently.

"Where there are people, there will be rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there will be fights." Fang Ting and her held a cup of hot tea and looked at the snow outside the window.

"I really hope this quiet day is always there." Chu Yi lay on her bed and looked at the ceiling.

"Dye'er, this world is not for you not to fight, she will not have no fight." Daddy's voice.

"No matter what, as long as you can do your best, it's good to fight or not to fight with your own heart." It was the voice of my mother when I had just grown up.

"Lan'er, you must fight, you must live well." These are the last words of the mother in this life.

"With the eldest brother here, Lan'er just needs to do what she wants to do."

"Lan'er, you must learn to protect yourself well, and promise your father if it's okay."

"Lan'er, as long as you're happy, grandpa hopes Lan'er can live a worry-free life."

I have no worries for a lifetime, you are all gone, how can I be worry-free for a lifetime, how happy, how to just be myself.

If you were all still here, I wouldn't have experienced this, could I be a worry-free princess for my life, I thought I could protect myself and protect you, but I still didn't protect you in the end, but you protected me, and in the end I still hope that I can live well and not be trapped by hatred.

I thought my heart was strong enough, I thought my heart was cold, and I could be indifferent to the people around me in the face of death, but now I found out that I have never done it, everything is just to hide my heart, but it is hidden deeply, forgetting, but it does not mean that it does not exist.

This gang of wars is over, the history books have always been written by the victorious side, this scene except for the people here, probably no one will know what this one brings, what is taken away, win or lose, when death does not continue, full of devastation, corpses and blood everywhere, the blood here does not know when it will be dispersed, it may take a long, long time, and those who have experienced all this may not want to mention it again in their lives. (To be continued.) )