readx; In this way, Murong Ye stood behind Han Mochen, and with anger on his face, he watched Han Mochen and Hu Shijiu make their final "goodbye". Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You're not afraid of death?" His sword was pulled out from Han Mochen's back with a "bang".

Han Mochen stood unsteadily, and fell beside Hu Shijiu.

"Get up, don't touch my lady!"

Murong Ye stepped forward and was about to grab Han Mochen's placket, at this moment!

Hu Shijiu only saw a large amount of blood pouring out of Han Mochen's back, however, Murong Ye was held to his throat by Han Mochen's Blue Dragon Spear!

"Don't!" Hu Shijiu's blurted out exclamation, which made Han Mochen stunned, but it also made a trace of anger flash on Murong Ye's face.

With all her strength, she grabbed the black snake that came out of Murong Ye's sleeve.

However, in the other hand, he held Han Mochen's green dragon spear: "Don't kill him!" ”

"Shut up!" Murong Ye shouted, "What qualifications do you have!" ”

His expression was terrifying, probably he didn't expect that Hu Shijiu would still choose to subdue the black snake at such a critical juncture to save Han Mochen's life.

And Hu Shijiu himself couldn't tell whether her "don't" was to warn Han Mochen or ask him not to hurt "Lu Wu".

Han Mochen's face was frighteningly pale because of excessive blood loss, but outside the tent, he was still silent.

Murong Ye suddenly laughed: "My aunt often says that I am too conceited. ”

He raised his eyebrows, crossed over to Han Mochen, looked at Hu Shijiu and said, "What do you say?" ”

The silver glow of the green dragon spear was against his throat, and as soon as he spoke, a trace of blood gushed out of his throat.

Hu Shijiu looked at Murong Ye, she really wanted him to stop talking, she really wanted Han Mochen to put down the Qinglong Spear in his hand, however, the sharp sword that was still stained with blood on the ground seemed to tell Hu Shijiu silently that tonight, it was not Han Mochen who "died". It is Murong Ye's "death".

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Han Mochen suddenly withdrew the Qinglong Spear in his hand: "Let Nineteen go." ”

The blood on Murong Ye's neck was like a red leaf. Hu Shijiu suddenly remembered the "Lu Wu" who always liked to hold leaves in his mouth......

"What if I say no?" Murong Ye didn't wipe the blood on his neck. He looked at Han Mochen, and then turned his gaze to Hu Shijiu, "You, you, are not qualified to negotiate terms with me. ”

A box fell out of Murong Ye's sleeve. Han Mochen picked the tip of the gun lightly, and the box was in his hand.

"Don't open it!" The familiar aroma made Hu Shijiu's head ache violently again, and she pressed her eyebrows hard, staring at the box and said.

"Nineteen!" Han Mochen noticed Hu Shijiu's abnormality, and he reached out to hug Hu Shijiu.

In Murong Ye's eyes, the kind of flame that seemed to destroy everything rose again.

And Hu Shijiu, what he is most afraid of is his eyes, whether it is in Langjing City. Or in Dayan's country, whether it was when she was awake or ignorant, those eyes always appeared in Hu Shijiu's mind from time to time, in nightmares......

Perhaps, it was this kind of look that made Hu Shijiu unable to regard Murong Ye as the "Lu Wu" in his memory.

"It's still a dead girl." Murong Ye turned his neck, this pain reminded him of his pride. What kind of price did you pay because of "underestimating the enemy".

"You have to go, you can." He smiled coldly, "But." It is destined to be a bitter mandarin duck. ”

Han Mochen was silent.

Hu Shijiu's nervousness and panic made him hesitate, and from this day on, he thought that he might not be able to return alive.

But, just like that......

He looked down at Hu Shijiu, who was trembling beside him, and Han Mochen also smiled. He was not reconciled.

Hu Shijiu's fear was not because of Murong Ye's sarcasm.

She was above Murong Ye's head, and she saw that line again, small black letters!

The small black letters, like some kind of curse. Whoever appears above his head will surely be doomed.

Don't......

Hu Shijiu looked at the Qinglong Spear in Han Mochen's hand, could history be reversed?

Murong Ye will die at the hands of Han Mochen!

This speculation made Hu Shijiu terrified, and her rebirth was to save Han Mochen so that he would no longer die on the battlefield.

But she was absolutely unwilling to let Murong Ye die because of herself!

However, the small lines of words became clearer and clearer, and Hu Shijiu's eyes widened, she wanted to carefully remember the time prompted on it!

However, it seems that the secret of heaven cannot be revealed, and the small black characters, just as Hu Shijiu stared at it, turned out to be like water waves, waving a circle of ripples, and disappeared in front of Hu Shijiu's eyes in a blink of an eye!

"Don't!" She shouted.

Murong Ye mistakenly thought that Hu Shijiu was "pleading" with him, he smiled, there was a bit of desolation in his smile, but he still stretched out his hand to Hu Shijiu: "Come here." ”

Han Mochen looked down at Hu Nineteen, he couldn't stop it, nor could he replace Hu Nineteen's choice.

He is contradictory.

He hoped that Hu Jiujiu would stay by his side, but if this price was her life-

Han Mochen said in a low voice, "Let's go over." ”

Only then did Hu Jiu come back to her senses, she looked at Murong Ye, and then looked up at Han Mochen.

It's just that her eyes when she looked at Murong Ye were full of surprise and anger, but when she looked at Han Mochen, she was deeply disappointed and sad......

The two men in front of him......

One is a close friend, and the other is a husband in his past life and a lover in this life.

However, they are like fire and water.

"You want me to come over?" Hu Shijiu stared at Han Mochen, or those eyes like cold stars, it was these eyes, whether in his previous life or in Fox Mountain, that made Hu Shijiu's soul lead to dreams, and he did not hesitate to cross many obstacles and come to Han Mochen's side.

Murong Ye was surprisingly quiet, and he seemed to be waiting for Han Mochen's answer. He is armed, but now, he seems to be the victorious side, holding Han Mochen's life and Hu Shijiu's death.

Han Mochen closed his eyes, as if the answer Hu Shijiu wanted had become an unsolvable puzzle.

"Come on." Murong Ye spoke.

It seems like a long time......

"Nope."

Hu Shijiu said a word softly, but firmly.

Han Mochen opened his eyes, his bloodless lips wanted to say something, but he just stared at Hu Nineteen deeply.

"Dead girl." Murong Ye didn't seem surprised by Hu Nineteen's answer, his narrow phoenix eyes looked down at Hu Nineteen condescendingly, "You're not afraid of death?" ”

Hu Shijiu's lips moved slightly, and although Murong Ye didn't hear what she said clearly, he read the word "nonsense" from the shape of her mouth.

Probably, in the whole world, only this "dead girl" can scold herself so stubbornly and recklessly at such a moment.

Murong Ye couldn't help but laugh.

The north wind howled across the tent, and a white star lit up in the cold night sky......

(To be continued.) )