The shadows of the trees were mottled, and the men under the trees were dressed in black and blended seamlessly with the inky night.

The firelight flickered, but it couldn't illuminate the face of the man in black.

When he saw the flashing silver light, Nangong Luojing's heartbeat also lost its original heart rhythm.

Qing Ling's eyes looked at the dark place with a hint of inquiry.

For some reason, she could vaguely feel that the inky black eyes hidden under the night were staring at her at this moment, extremely serious, as if they wanted to see her all at a glance, but with a trace of resentment, a trace of resentment revealed in forbearance.

Resentment, where does resentment come from

No, no, it won't be him

Nangong Luojing looked at the man in black who was besieged by the guards, as if she had lost weight under her feet, and staggered back a few steps, she wanted to try to shake off the face that appeared in her mind at this moment.

Catching a glimpse of the strange look on Nangong Luo Jing's face, the man's good-looking eyebrows instantly twisted, and the uneasy feeling escaped to his whole body.

The phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, a clear light flashed from Feng Yihan's eyes.

moved to block the woman, wanting to block the distant light of those beautiful eyes.

Nangong Luo Jing turned sideways as if he was ignoring it, and then stepped forward, standing side by side with Feng Yihan.

Looking at the man in black, his thin lips opened slightly: "Slow" The words reached his throat, and before he could blurt out, he saw the purple coat gently raised, and suddenly, the arrows in the hands of the guards left the string, and ten thousand arrows went towards the black figure in the darkness.

Suddenly, arrows rained down, and the figure of the black mountain dodged the menacing arrows up or down, left or right.

At this time, the fire became a little brighter, like the day.

As the man in black dodged left and right, the silver luster became more and more eye-catching.

The beat in my heart is no longer a omenous omen, but a feeling of momentary stagnation.

"It's him'''''' it's really him," she muttered to herself, and unconsciously, the green shirt fell to the ground, and I don't know when it began, the steps under her feet have gone towards the boundless night, and even the silver hair scattered on her waist danced with the cold wind, and the silver filaments fluttered by, becoming more and more beautiful and enchanting in the firelight.

The silver hair was flying, with a faint fragrance, lingering under the nose, and the silver threads danced, inadvertently, a beautiful arc was crossed in front of the man's eyes.

She was like a fluttering butterfly, like the shadowless wind, from his side, just as he inadvertently brushed past him, leaving him with the breath of fascination and running away

"Jing'er" was a little at a loss, and some couldn't bear to vent her anger.

The cold wind swept fiercely beside her ears, rubbing between her ears, Xu was already numb, but she didn't feel any pain at all, only felt panic in her chest.

The arrows were firing, he was dodging, and she ran as hard as she could.

Yin, don't have anything, you can't have anything.

His eyes stared straight at the black figure, letting the warm liquid fall from his face, only to become extremely cold for a moment, and the cry behind him had already been blown by the wind in his ears as if it had been a century away, hazy and unfamiliar.

At this moment, she didn't care about her identity, she didn't care about her life, she didn't care about the anger in the eyes of the man she loved so much, she didn't care about anything, she just wanted to go all the way to the black figure

Another rain of arrows.

Arrows rained down, Feng Yin dodged, but his eyes never moved away from the woman who made him haunted and heartbroken, her body was as thin as paper, as if she would be blown down by the cold wind in the next second.

Closer, closer, there was a long-lost joy in her eyes, but she didn't notice what kind of danger she was in.

"Stop it all for this king" The cold voice suddenly pierced the night sky, and his body trembled, as if he was enduring great anger.

It's just late

The arrow from the string is unstoppable.

The woman who suddenly broke into the net of heaven and earth was beautiful and moving, everyone knew that she was the queen of Xiling, but she did not receive the order, and the guards did not dare to stop the arrow in their hands that was about to leave the string.

The silver light suddenly appeared, the arrow was approaching, there was no time to scream, and he didn't know how to dodge, Nangong Luo Jing only felt that his whole body was stiff, and even his heartbeat almost jumped to his throat.

The clear and beautiful eyes suddenly flashed a trace of panic, and instead, a smile rose on the lips of the magnificent beauty, with a hint of sarcasm: it turned out that in the face of death, she was so weak and powerless

"Jing'er" looked at her, his heart hurt fiercely, as if he was being pulled in the palm of his hand, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

Closer, he stared at the thin figure, getting closer and closer.

When he reached out, the thin figure had already fallen into the arms of another person.

The moment he closed his eyes, a familiar and unfamiliar breath lingered under his nose, and the next moment, he was already embraced into a soft chest, and the next moment, he and she both fell.

She suddenly opened her eyes, only to feel that in front of her, silver and white, it was the long silver hair dancing, with a little messy, but prosperous like brocade, silver and white, a little scarlet ripple dyed, like the flowers on the other side of the dazzling, but deeply stinged her eyes.

She stared at the arrow that fell on him in a daze, pain rippled in her heart, and the fog in her eyes obscured the handsome face.

"Why did you do this?" there was a faint sobbing in the timbre, just a little, just a little, just a little, and the off-string arrow should have been shot at her.

Why did she owe him so much?

A faint smile rose on the pale face of the person in his arms, and the long-lost tenderness appeared in those beautiful eyes.

Tears fell, burning the pale face in his eyes, and it became more and more blurred.

The fire lit up the ripples in his eyes, and she saw his thin lips squirming gently, and tears rained down like tears.

The white clothes were soaked in bright red, and she looked at the man in her arms with helpless eyes, the face that was once extremely familiar, but now leaned lifelessly on her body.

The fire is bright and bright, and the blood-red color looks so bewitching on her.

The silver hair dancing in the wind was already messy, but it did not affect the elegant and beautiful face, the thin figure fell into view, her helplessness, her sadness, looking at his heart hurt more and more, her tears, as if a golden needle pierced his heart deeply, the pain suffocated him, the unknown panic enveloped him, so that he had nowhere to escape.