readx; Murong Ye took a step back, and he got out of the way: "Okay." Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info I'll let you go. ”

Hu Shijiu looked at Murong Ye in disbelief: "You let us go?" ”

We......

It's always a couple for life, and it can't accommodate a third person.

"Nineteen, you go first." Han Mochen held the Qinglong Spear tightly, his face was already abnormally pale, but he was still protecting Hu Shijiu, staring at Murong Ye deadly.

Although that line of black letters appeared above Murong Ye, the nightmare of his previous life had always been with Hu Shijiu's heart.

If he leaves first, then there will definitely be casualties between Han Mochen and Murong Ye.

At this time, the bloodstains behind Han Mochen are gradually expanding, and it may not be long before Murong Ye does it himself, he will die here.

Die......

Since Hu Shijiu's rebirth, how many times have she brushed shoulders with this word, however, every time, it was because of the people around her that she turned the tide of danger.

And at this moment, perhaps, Han Mochen will die, and so will Murong Ye.

Hu Shijiu clenched his fists tightly: "I'm not leaving." ”

Han Mochen turned his head suddenly: "Nonsense!" ”

Murong Ye didn't speak, his expression was complicated and difficult to distinguish.

Hu Shijiu took a step back, looked directly at the person opposite and said, "Murong Ye, you have to talk and let Han Mochen go." ”

"Shut up!" Han Mochen and Murong Ye shouted at the same time.

Hu Shijiu was shocked.

Han Mochen looked at Murong Ye and smiled: "I, Han Mochen, a dignified seven-foot man, how can I let my woman intercede for me!" ”

"When you die, she'll be mine." Murong Ye seemed to be sure that Han Mochen was powerless to fight back, he easily picked up the sword on the ground, glanced at Hu Shijiu and said.

Han Mochen seemed to be really weak, he just smiled reluctantly, as a way to show his disdain to Murong Ye.

Murong Ye carried the sword and stepped forward step by step......

"Murong Ye!" Hu Jiu's tone was terrible, her hands trembled, however. But he was holding on to the box that Han Mochen had just picked up.

Murong Ye's face changed.

Although Han Mochen didn't know what was in the box, however, looking at the expressions of the two of them, he also knew that it must be something ominous.

"Nineteen!" Han Mochen stretched out his hand to snatch the box.

"Don't come here!" Hu Shijiu retreated again and again.

"Don't touch her!" Murong Ye's sword "swooped" against Han Mochen's throat.

"Murong Ye!" Hu Shijiu saw that Han Mochen's life was hanging by a thread. She didn't care much, and threw the box in the direction of Murong Ye with all her strength!

Box, flipping in the air, drops......

Lilac powder flutters in the air......

"You ......" Hu Shijiu looked at Murong Ye, who was safe and sound after the dust.

Han Mochen didn't understand what was going on, however. He smelled the dust and it seemed pungent.

Murong Ye stood quietly in place, and when Hu Shijiu threw the box at him, he changed from initial shock to a look that made Hu Shijiu a little frightened.

After he swung his sword and split the box in half, he stood there quietly, with a pair of phoenix eyes, staring coldly at Hu Shijiu.

"This is not ......" Hu Shijiu said incoherently, "This is ......"

Murong Ye looked at Hu Shijiu solemnly: "As you wish." ”

This is not the strange poison of Hu Shijiu in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, this is the antidote!

Why......

It will be so!

Could it be that Murong Ye planned to let himself go from the beginning?

But......

Hu XIX's weak body. After a slight pungent smell permeating the tent, it quickly recovered.

"You ......" She looked at Murong Ye, but she didn't know what to say.

Murong Ye looked down at the box that was broken in half, perhaps, it was not just the box that was broken......

"Let's go."

He tossed the sword in his hand, and the silver glow of the sword was stuck in a cloud of lilac powder.

"I'll regret it." He whispered to himself and laughed again, "But it's better than looking down on yourself." ”

Silver blade. Reflecting the light of the red candles in the tent, like blood, stained red with cold weapons.

"You and us, go together......" Hu Nineteen these days. Although she was half-asleep and half-awake, she knew that the incense in that strange flower was not the original intention of "Lu Wu".

When Murong Ye heard Hu Shijiu say this, he suddenly made an unbelievable move. He seemed to want to raise his hand and make some kind of gesture, but he finally gave up.

"You are not worthy." He turned sideways, "Get out!" ”

Hu Shijiu looked at Murong Ye, outside the tent, there was a faint sound, she stepped forward to support Han Mochen, and glanced at Murong Ye deeply: "Take care." ”

You take care of yourself, you must cherish yourself, when I send Han Mochen back to the barracks safely, I will come here again and give you an explanation.

Han Mochen's life, Hu Shijiu wants to protect it.

The kindness of "Lu Wu" will be repaid by Hu Shijiu.

Even if you do your best, you don't hesitate to do it.

Murong Ye smiled, the wind rose, and inside the tent, the candle flame flickered, and it was unwillingly extinguished.

"Really, it's a pity ......"

Hu Nineteen heard Murong Ye say softly.

She didn't care much, because she faintly heard more and more chaotic footsteps outside the tent.

"Let's go!" Hu Shijiu supported Han Mochen and left the tent......

Behind them, there seemed to be someone, sighing softly......

The sky is vast, and the wilderness is vast......

Life and death alternate between day and night, the bonfire is extinguished, and the hearts of the people are cold......

In Dayan's tent, there was an elaborate tent, and no one dared to approach it. There, there stood several warriors of Dayan.

"Is it worth it?" Inside the tent, there was a woman with a heavenly appearance, she hugged the soft white fox fur, and looked at the man kneeling on one knee.

Man, silent, silent.

"Is it worth it?" The woman shouted!

She rushed to the man in a rage, and the white fox fur was trampled underfoot.

The woman leaned down, staring at the face in front of her, which was somewhat similar to herself.

The countenance was handsome, and the countenance was pale and withered.

That countenance......

Lifelike......

The woman stared at the face in front of her, which was once as cold as the moonlight, and she remembered that many years ago, the young man in front of her, no, back then, he was just a child, and he was lost in that long corridor countless times, and she wanted to hug him with her own hands, like an ordinary woman, holding the child's hand, and telling him softly - "Don't be afraid".

However, if you want to "don't be afraid", you can only temper and be reborn in those boundless fears.

Therefore, she hardened her heart and watched the innocent, crying and laughing child, gradually in front of her, become a teenager who can still talk and laugh freely even if the enemy is present.

She thought it was her pride and his glory.

But......

A smile tugged at the corner of the boy's mouth, and his eyes, passing through the woman, seemed to be watching some petite back......

The woman stared at the young man, she stretched out her well-maintained hand, covered the young man's eyes, tears, flashed in her bright eyes, and the woman looked up to the sky and screamed sadly: "The prince - Murong Ye, Xu!" ”

(To be continued.) )