Yuwen Hu on the other side was even more impatient to step forward, and there was no turning back from the bow, today, Yuwen Yong must die. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a daze, the arrow had arrived. Wan Yao quickly came back to her senses, and as soon as she pulled Yu Wen Yong, the cold arrow shot by Yu Wen Hu shot at Wan Yao's shoulder blade impartially.

Yu Wenyong hugged Wanyao, his expression changed greatly, and he shouted her name in horror, feeling distressed.

Wan Yao smiled, frowned, and said, "Yuwen Yong, don't let me get hurt in vain, it's up to you." As he spoke, he pushed him away, turned around and fell into Shen Geran's arms, blocking his sword from stabbing at Yu Wenyong.

"You're not going to fall into the ground, are you?" Wan Yao raised her eyes at him.

Shen Geran grinned and threw the sword in his hand aside, "The lady is injured like this, and you don't forget to care about your ex-husband?" I'll get hurt that way. ”

Wan Yao was held by Shen Geran, and quietly stretched out her hand into the low boots, where there was a dagger hidden, which was the one that stabbed Shen Geran in the thatched hut under the cliff, and only his blood had been stained on it.

Yuwen Yong turned around and looked back at Yuwen Hu, the fierce light in his eyes was revealed, he took advantage of the situation to raise his foot and lift a long sword on the ground, and couldn't help but say, he directly stepped forward and killed Yuwen Hu, and the move was fatal. Although Yuwen Hu has passed the age of knowing his fate, the sword is not old, and the previous few moves are completely easy to avoid.

Yuwen Yong was full of anger, as fierce as a broken bamboo, but with dozens of moves, Yuwen Hu couldn't parry, and he retreated one after another, and the armor on his body was even picked apart by Yuwen Yong's long sword and was still on the side.

The 10,000 soldiers in Siye City suffered countless casualties, and the Zhou army was ambitious at the moment, and the more he fought, the more energetic he became, and he was even more red-eyed, where could he still take care of Yuwen's life and death.

Seeing this, Shen Geran looked at it with a smile and said, "Lady, on the wedding night, you should not have seen blood, let's avoid it." ”

Wan Yao's eyes stared at Yuwen Yong, and when she saw that he was injured by the sword, she couldn't help frowning, and said lightly: "Wait, Yuwen Wu is not dead yet!" ”

Shen Geran didn't care about her objections, and directly hugged her horizontally, with a smile on the corner of his lips, "Seeing this posture, he is certain to die, but, when he dies, Yuwen Yong will be able to make time to deal with his husband, but his husband can't beat him, thirty-six strategies, go up." ”

Wan Yao turned her face, the corners of her mouth hooked a wicked smile, a trace of light flashed in her inner eyes, and her clear and clear eyes were like an abyss at this moment, bottomless.

Caught off guard, Wan Yao raised his hand, the dagger that had been stained with his blood went straight into his heart, he took a slam in his hand, slowly lowered his head, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, just now, he was still thinking that in a few days, when he arrived at Rouran, he was bound to hold a grand wedding for Wan Yao, and let her live a stable life. He also fantasized that she would be able to give birth to a pair of children for him in the future.....

Wan Yao used force in her hand and inserted the dagger deeper, and the disgust on her face was even more speechless.

Shen Geran slowly knelt on the ground and put Wanyao down gently, for fear of hurting her, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, but he was full of tenderness, and blood kept spilling out of the corners of his mouth......

He endured the severe pain, lowered his eyes and whispered, "Hurt me, won't you feel heartache?" ”

Wanyao gritted her teeth and said word by word: "I said that I owe the lives of Pi'er and Maruko, and I will eventually get it back." ”

He suddenly laughed, but his smile was so desolate, "It's me who is not good, I didn't show up in time, provoked, provoked Moyi to die tragically, and Li'er and Maruko fell off the cliff, but, Wanyao, I want to make up for you, can't you just give me a chance?" Shen Geran seemed to use a lot of strength before he finished this paragraph intermittently.

Wan Yao's eyes were cold, without a trace of temperature, "Still pretending?" How long are you going to keep loading? If you hadn't told Xi Han Mu, and Xi Han Mu told Feng Ji, how could we have been hunted down? Will Moyi die? Will Rei'er and Maruko die? Will the pigeons be sent to the palace? How long will you be hypocritical? Shen Geran, I was really blind and misbelieved you, you obviously grew up watching balls and pigeons, that daddy called you for four years, how could you bear to hurt his life? Why did your holiday with Yu Wenyong be imposed on my child? Shen Geran, I hate you, I hate that I can't kill you early. ”

Wan Yao almost shouted angrily, she pulled out the dagger, and stabbed back again, stabbing harder and deeper.

Shen Geran spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the person also staggered, wishing that it would be blown down by a gust of wind.

He grinned, with unwillingness in his eyes, "Wanyao, I love you so much, how, how can I be willing to hurt and hurt your dearest relatives?" Would you rather trust Feng Ji than ask or ask me? ”

Wanyao was stunned.

Shen Geran then said: "It's not me, whether you believe it or not...... believe it or not" As he spoke, another mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the layer of snow in front of him red, sprinkled on the ground, like a watercolor ink painting.

In the distance, suddenly a white mist rose up, obscuring the battlefield, and time and space seemed to stand still.

A handsome white-bearded man dressed in white and spotless walked from the white mist with floating dust in his hand, getting closer and closer, closer and closer.

Wan Yao blinked, and suddenly remembered in a daze, isn't this the old Taoist priest who tricked him into coming here in the first place?

No, this man? It's not the first time she's seen this person, how can he be dressed in white, how similar to Yu Wenyong? The more she looks at it, the more she looks like it, no wonder she always feels as if she has seen Yu Wenyong somewhere, what is going on?

Thinking wildly, the old Taoist priest had already approached, he looked at Shen Geran with a short body, sighed heavily, his voice was ethereal, so unreal. "You kid, I coaxed her over just to fulfill a dream that you loved in your last life, in this life, why did you push him into my grandson's arms?"

Grandchild? He is Yu Wenyong's grandfather?

Wan Yao suddenly remembered that she had seen a painting in Shen Geran's secret room, but it was not the person in front of her! I don't understand. What is the relationship between the two?

Shen Geran seemed to be out of his body, and all the past seemed to be back in his mind.

In the last life, he was the emperor of a country, ruling the world, but he personally gave marriage to marry her as the daughter of the prime minister to his most trusted friend, and he met unexpectedly, she saved his life, and took care of him, but only when he was the king, he fell asleep, opened his eyes, and only that glance was ten thousand years, he didn't know why he loved her to madness, before he died, he made a wish with his eternal life as the emperor, and in the next life, just to meet her, the first to meet her.

Shen Geran suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, just laughing and laughing, tears flowed out, he was the first to meet him, but he personally sent her to his side, frightening everywhere, step by step, just for the fate that was lost for her in the previous life.

It's really a creation that makes people, and creation makes people.

Wanyao is obviously his, it's his......

The old Taoist priest stroked his white beard and sighed heavily, "Child, even if I break the vows and give you another lifetime of marriage, you will still push him to my grandson's side, God has already doomed him, why should you struggle?" Let it go......"

Shen Geran suddenly vomited out another mouthful of blood, his breath became more and more unstable, in a panic, the white mist dissipated, where else was there a Taoist priest around? It's like a dream, and the people in the duel are still fighting, and life and death are inseparable. And the dying person held Wanyao's hand tightly and never let go for a long time.

He closed his lips and hooked a smile, his eyes were still so good-looking, radiant, dazzling, rippling in all directions, not messing with the world. He looked at Wanyao, who was in tears, dragged him into his arms, and said calmly: "Wanyao, don't be sad, all the hardships in your life are caused by me, so even if you die in your hands, I have no regrets." He used all his strength in this paragraph.

A cough, another mouthful of blood.

Wanyao hugged him back, crying and whimpering, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

What's wrong with Shen Geran? Why didn't she ask him? He had taken care of him so carefully for four years, and those four years were the most comfortable days when she came here, with friends and relatives, no sadness, no sadness, like a baby in the palm of her hand.

Her heart is not made of iron, she sees his kindness to her, even if she doesn't love him, she still regards him as a friend, the most trusted friend, but, in the end, what did she do? With his own imagination, he thought he was the culprit.

Shen Geran's body slowly slid downward, he held Wanyao's hand tightly, unwilling to let go, his mouth was close to his ear, and his voice was as soft as a snowflake on the ground, "I put and put the pear and the pill in the happy inn and inn in Lucheng, I wanted to give you a surprise and surprise, so that you can marry and marry me happily, but I don't seem to have a chance." I don't want to go down to the next life, love you, it's too painful, I'm willing to let go......" After saying that, he raised the hand that wanted to touch Wanyao's cheek, and suddenly hung down, never moving again.

Wan Yao was stunned for a moment, lowered her eyes and looked at it, tears greeted her eyelashes, and then big tears rolled down like beads with broken threads, she screamed heartbreakingly, hugged Shen Geran, and never calmed down for a long time.

On that day, Wan Yao personally killed Shen Geran, who exchanged the life of the eternal emperor for his next life to meet her, and witnessed the scene of Yuwen Yong's blade Yuwen Hu.

She looked up at the sky, the firelight lingered like the sky, and the fighting not far away was one after another. Her tears slipped silently, but she bent the corners of her mouth, carried Shen Geran on her back with her short body, and walked into the distance step by step......

Baby, there is also a fanwai, which is very beautiful (to be continued.) )