Ye Qian is an extremely elegant young man, he has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, good facial features, polite manners, always with a faint smile on his face, his eyes are full of strength, but he does not look sharp but feels very gentle, and his body is full of elegant Confucian atmosphere.

In ancient times, people like him were standard Confucian scholars.

In the gang, Ye Qian is an absolutely good old man, he has a good temper, is gentle to people, and is very righteous, he can often be born and die for his friends, no one understands that Ye Qian, as a Chinese, as a righteous person, why would he do some unsightly things in the notorious Seven Star Gang and even help Koreans bully Chinese? For this reason, there is only one person in the world who knows the Tao, and that is Liu Changfeng.

Ye Qian's famous stunt is called "Datong Swordsmanship", and the world is the same.

Liu Changfeng walked without hurry or slow, very rhythmic, his body seemed to be undulating with every step, but the route he walked was oblique, every step was oblique, he walked very strangely.

But when others look at Liu Changfeng for a long time, they often feel that people should walk like this?

Suddenly, Liu Changfeng stopped, his distracting thoughts disappeared, and he closed his eyes and listened to half a salary before he coldly ordered Ye Qian: "Judging from the sound of the battle, the gang on the left hand has now gained the upper hand, and they are rushing out of the encirclement. ”

Liu Changfeng could actually hear from the sound of the battle alone, which side had the upper hand?

However, Ye Qian seemed to be accustomed to Liu Changfeng's extremely powerful sensory ability, and after hearing this, he frowned and said, "Then the subordinate will lead people to help." ”

Liu Changfeng looked at Ye Qian and nodded: "Well, you go." ”

"Yes." Ye Qian answered, and his figure melted into the darkness.

Liu Changfeng walked among the ruins of the black building strewn with corpses and thick smoke, he took a deep breath, what he smelled was the smell of blood and the smell of burnt corpses, two clusters of fire were reflected in his eyes, he laughed, and smiled happily: "It seems that this is a wonderful night." ”

The wind is blowing, but it is a bloody wind, and the rain is falling, but it is a rain of blood.

The eyelids were heavy, as if they had been filled with lead, and her body was full of pain and weakness, as if the whole person had been torn apart, and the spider did not want to regain consciousness because it was too uncomfortable and painful to regain consciousness, but she still opened her eyes anyway.

Her face was black and gray, and she felt as if she was being weighed down by something, full of heaviness.

Her blood had solidified, her black clothes had become stiffer than ice cubes, and her clothes were sticking to her skin, and every time she moved, a tearing pain pounding her nerves.

But it was precisely because of this pain that the spider's spirit was a little better, and she struggled to open her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a thick cloud of smoke, and what she smelled was a thick smell of burnt meat and choking smoke, and then she saw a man pressed against her, this man was a man, this man was lying on top of her, and this man's ears were against the face of the spider.

The flesh and blood on the man's back were blurred, the flesh on it had been scorched, the blood had coagulated into blood clots, and the black flesh and red blood clots were all mixed together, and it even looked a little disgusting.

The spider endured the pain, struggled to get up, and with great difficulty turned the man's face, and she saw the man's face clearly: it was Tang Feng.

The spider rubbed her head violently, her mind was in a mess and entered a temporary memory blank period, and she walked around the ghost gate, and the spider who survived the catastrophe is now more sad and happy in her heart.

After a while, the spider's memories began to recover rapidly, and everything that had just happened played out in her mind like a movie clip.

She vaguely remembered that when she was about to kill Fujiwara Mieko, she suddenly engulfed herself with a powerful explosion, and Qi Lang directly knocked her away, and then her body that flew upside down seemed to be suddenly supported, as if she was being held by a big hand.

And then? The spider rubbed her head violently, she remembered that the moment the man hugged her, another powerful blast of flame came at her, what happened?

Yes, it was he who protected me with his body, and it was this man who protected me with his life. This feeling of being cherished and protected is so beautiful, I haven't felt this way for many years.

She always thought that she didn't need the protection of others, she was burdened with a lot, ten years ago, she was still the daughter of a big Chinese family, but she was innocent and lively, but she was teased by the goddess of fate, and bad luck came to their family. Her father and mother died for protecting her, and all of their family died except for her, and her family was subjected to unknown bloodbaths.

Her servants fled with her and some samurai to Korea, where she established her own power, and for years she searched for the enemy who killed her family, but remained silent.

She lives very tired and lonely, so whenever she sighs to the moon in the dead of night, she complains about her sadness, but the reality does not give her much time to grieve, because the next day she has to continue to participate in the power struggle of life and death.

The spider's hand slowly stroked Tang Feng's face, and then she used her small, gentle hand to gently wipe the black on Tang Feng's face, her hand was so gentle, like a lover's caressing, without the madness and murderous aura when holding the sword.

Ticking, a crystal teardrop fell on Tang Feng's face and then scattered, and the spider felt that she was extremely relaxed at this time, because there was no longer any trouble, because she might be going to die.

When a person dies, there will be no more troubles.

Maybe it's a good thing to be able to die with such a man, because she feels that this man is the same kind of person as her, even if she is abandoned by fate, she is also fighting to protect her dignity even if she dies, full of persistence and madness, sadness can't make this kind of person weak, fate can't make this kind of person succumb.

When the tears flowed down the man's cheeks, the man's eyelids fluttered twice, and then slowly opened his eyes, the man looked at the tender water, like water, the gaze seemed to be able to melt people, the average woman smiled, he felt that he should laugh at this time, because a smile will bring hope and courage.

When the spider saw Tang Feng's smile, she had indescribable joy in her heart, Xiao Suo just now dissipated in an instant, she gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, helped Tang Feng up, and asked with some concern: "You're okay, right?" ”

Tang Feng looked at the spider's somewhat red eyes, obviously just cried, and now there was no one around at all, it was obvious that she was crying for herself, when a cold-blooded woman with countless blood on her hands could cry for a man, this man would inevitably feel moved, Tang Feng looked at the spider with some tenderness and said, "Xie Lu, thank you for your tears." ”

The spider's face was slightly red, and he lowered his head and didn't look at Tang Feng.

After a while, the spider suddenly thought of something and said, "What about Zhu Mo and them?" Are they still alive? There was a tremor in her voice, Zhu Mo used to be a warrior of their family, and Zhu Mo had been following her since the family was destroyed, so the relationship between her and Zhu Mo was quite deep.

Tang Feng sighed as he looked at the ruined ruins, but when he saw the spider's expression, he couldn't help but soften and comforted: "Let's look for them, maybe they are not dead yet, and now we can't help even if we go out." ”

Suddenly, there was a sound of a stone cracking, and then the gray-faced, black-skinned man walked out of the ruins, his mouth was constantly spitting black spit, and he was still cursing in his mouth: "Damn, the bomb of these bastards almost killed Lao Tzu, Bah Bah." ”

It's Zhu Mo, and he's not even dead.

It turned out that Zhu Mo was lucky to stand on a dead end of the explosion when the fever exploded, and Zhu Mo was only buried in the ground by some masonry rubble, and it was just a very easy thing to get rid of those bricks and stones with his martial arts.

Seeing that Zhu Mo was very happy, her face was as bright as a flower, she had an urge to run over and hug Zhu Mo, but she knew that doing so would frighten Zhu Mo, Tang Feng saw that Zhu Mo's face was covered with a layer of joy, and he endured the pain in his body to give Zhu Mo a bear hug.

With a "poof" sound, the bodies of the two men hugged each other, and their faces were filled with a kind of joy of reunion after the catastrophe and the joy of escaping death.

A moment later, after Tang Feng let go of Zhu Mo, his body shook, his face was covered with a sickly pale, and his body looked shaky.

"Lao Zhu, what about the others?" Although Tang Feng knew that the chances of them escaping death were not high, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Zhu Mo's face instantly darkened, and he sighed gloomily: "They are all dead, dead in front of me, I watched them die in front of me with my own eyes." ”

Speaking of which, tears actually flowed from Zhu Mo's tiger eyes, and the tears cut through the black on his face to form a tear stain, and he began to cry, he cried very sadly, because these people were his comrades-in-arms who had fought together and lived and died together for so many years.

There is always a little special and subtle emotion between people who have lived and died together, even if they will become enemies for the sake of profit, even if they will quarrel over some trivial things, fists and feet, but when the other party dies, the other party will definitely feel sad.

Tang Feng went over and patted Zhu Mo lightly on the shoulder, he didn't speak, because he knew that what Zhu Mo needed now was to vent, because he could understand this sadness.

The spider was silently watching, and did not speak, when suddenly she seemed to see something, and surprise flashed in her eyes.

ps: This chapter is yesterday, and today I went out to the party, and the update was late.