The murderous aura in Liang Chenyue's eyes seemed to be able to sweep the entire loess, every move and every sword was killed, and the fierce eyes attacked him with a killing momentum, and the cold eyes were so strange, as if he was her mortal enemy.

Wan Yan Jin's heart sank, and the little longing in her eyes retreated almost instantly.

He finally understood why he had to look at Liang Chenyue so stupidly in that dream, even if the royal sword was close to his chest at once, he barely paid attention to it, just dodged it casually.

It turned out that he was looking for a little hesitation in her eyes, even if it was just a little bit...

At that moment, the cold sword pierced into his chest, and the white placket was quickly dyed red, Wan Yanjin looked at Liang Chenyue who was holding the long sword with a wry smile, revealing a few blood-stained teeth, and his deep eyes seemed to hide many, many words, but the man never gave him this opportunity to say...

Liang Chenyue's face couldn't see the slightest bit of the same emotion, at this angle she turned against the light, and the red clothes on her body were as eye-catching as the red dyed on his white clothes.

He was still looking, eager to see a little distress in her eyes. However, nothing.

The eyes of winter shone on her body, and his eyes were full of peach blossoms.

The girl of Yikong Cicada once said that the red clothes are only matched with the white shirts. He also thought that he could get a little bit of her attention when he wore this white shirt, and maybe she would find that he was different from the past.

It's a pity that the white shirt he has been reluctant to wear is not only broken, but also stained with red blood, which doesn't match her red clothes.

At this moment, it seemed that everyone had no time to react. They thought that Wan Yan Jin would never let Liang Chenyue stab, they thought that Liang Chenyue would never be willing to let go of this dead hand...

Everyone's eyes seemed to be sluggish, and fell on the two people tightly, only to find that the person was dressed in white and looked slender, no longer as dark and gray as usual, only then did he realize that the woman was delicate and beautiful in red, and the two people who should not have any intersection were so eye-catching when they stood together.

It seems that blood stains the color of the sun, otherwise why is it so gorgeous?

Wan Yan Jin's gaze did not stop at Liang Chenyue's body for a moment, he was like a dying person with a weak smile, a trace of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and then it kept pouring down, and even dyed the white robe a little red.

Liang Chenyue walked in front of him, her eyes couldn't see the slightest fluctuation, her face was as cold as ice, and she was unmoved.

After Yan Jin couldn't hold the whole person and fell down, Liang Chenyue picked him up casually, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, and muttered, "You lost." ”

Wan Yan Jin chuckled lightly, his deep eyes were like a bay of water, so far away that people couldn't fathom, maybe it hurt badly, his brows were tightly wrinkled together, so his smile was really not as handsome as one-tenth of his previous days, but it looked a little morbidly beautiful.

He lowered his voice, looked at Liang Chenyue with deep eyes, and spit out a few words from his mouth, "No, I've never won..."

Before he was fifteen, when he had nothing, his world was gray, and only hatred sustained him. But at that time, everything seemed to have been arranged, and he just needed to follow the trajectory set for him by this world, so he didn't have any scruples, and he wouldn't take anyone to heart. Just wait for a little bit that he is strong enough to step on everything in this world.

Maybe it was God's mercy on him that made her break into his world, letting him know that this world is not necessarily white or black, and there are so many bright colors, such beautiful peach blossoms, such sweet peach blossom cakes, so sweet and lovely people, there is not only hatred in this world, but also so many beautiful things.

He gradually lived comfortably, but he did not forget that he carried the hatred of his family and country on his shoulders. The people of the Wanyan family naturally couldn't let a little girl delay his revenge, and they wanted to kill the little girl several times when he wasn't paying attention, and it was precisely because of this that the little girl knew about the background he had been concealing.

What he didn't expect was that the girl was as persistent as him, and went to Purgatory City alone in order not to be a drag on him.

Since he was a child, he may have been unlucky, although he has enjoyed the love of his father and queen mother in the royal family, no one has ever been willing to work so hard for him. The girl was only six years old, but she stood bravely in front of him, wanting to shield him from the wind and rain with her young arms.

The girl was always clamoring to marry him, but she never knew that from then on, his heart was already hers.

After Yan Jin raised her head and said these words to her, Liang Chenyue listened to the dark tide in her heart, and she didn't know why it hurt so much, it was much more painful than when the knife was inserted.

But she quickly came to her senses, and she hadn't finished what Gusu had told her.

Liang Chenyue leaned down, and under everyone's gaze, a pair of white and tender hands reached into Wan Yan Jin's placket and groped, and after a while, he actually took out a blood-stained Arowana jade pendant from Wan Yan Jin's body.

Wan Yanjin's face didn't show any surprise, his eyes were always on Liang Chenyue's body. Watching her smile of relief when she completed her task, watching her take out a clean handkerchief from her pocket, watching her wipe the blood on the Arowana jade pendant little by little, and then seeing a smile on her face.

That smile was like a waning moon he looked at in the lonely night, and the beauty was incomprehensible, making his heart ripple.

It seemed that he suddenly found that he was a little rude to take someone else's things, Liang Chenyue thought about it for a while and glanced back at Yan Jin, and said with a little embarrassment: "I took this." ”

As if she had taken something from someone else, her face felt a little guilty.

With that, she turned around. When his eyes touched Gusu Haoyue, the whole person looked radiant, and even his steps became much happier.

Wan Yan Jin seemed to have lost all support, and the whole person gradually fell backwards, his eyes stared at the back of the man who turned away, even at the last moment, the curvature of the raised corners of his mouth did not erase.

She's having a good time, and that's enough.

......

As night falls, it seems that the temperature outside the plug will become very low at night. There wasn't even a star in the sky, but there was a cold moon shining brightly.

In today's battle, after Yan Jin fell, Gusu Haoyue withdrew and left, and the army of Dongyue was originally going to fight to the death with Tianchu. At this time, Mo Qichen appeared in time and ordered the three armies, so that the entire army would not be in turmoil.

And the four guards didn't have the heart to pursue at that time, first, Wan Yan Jin's injuries were serious, and they had to treat Wan Yan Jin first. The second is because of Liang Chenyue, Wan Yan Jin will not be willing to let Liang Chenyue be in any danger, no matter what time it is. So many people in Dongyue don't know Liang Chenyue, maybe many people don't know how important Liang Chenyue is to Wan Yan Jin, in their opinion, Liang Chenyue is just an enemy who dares to kill Wan Yan Jin.

Those soldiers were originally trained by Mo Qichen, and the token of the other half that Wan Yanjin left with Mo Qichen had not yet been taken, and Mo Qichen came in handy at this time.

It's just that not long after the army of Tianchu Kingdom left, he encountered Xiao Zimo with some troops to take advantage of the chaos to attack, fortunately, Mo Qichen knew how to improvise, and let Mo Bing and others transfer Wan Yan Jin away first, and the rest was handed over to him.

Wan Yanjin was still lying in the camp tent, although the wound that Zhen Ai treated him in time was not life-threatening, but the wound was still infected, and he had been in a coma for a day and a night without waking up, and he seemed to be infected with the wind and cold again, and the fever did not go away.

The four guards took turns to take care of Yan Jin, and they had to stabilize the situation that might happen in the army at any time in time, but fortunately, Mo Qichen was here at this time, and they would not be in a hurry.

The moonlight was cold and the wind was cold, except for Zhen Ai, who was changing the hot towel for Wan Yan Jin inside, the remaining four people were all guarding outside the tent, as if in this way, Wan Yan Jin would be the first to know when he woke up.

"What did the young master talk to you about that day?" Mo Bing and Mo Qichen sat side by side. They had known each other for a long time, and no one expected to be in the same team again. When everyone doubted Mo Qichen, Mo Bing unswervingly chose to believe him, which seemed to be something that didn't need any reason, it had always been like this. And Wan Yanjin also confirmed for him that his idea was correct.

Wan Yan Jin did not take back the other half of the token, which means that he believes in Mo Qichen.

Mo Qichen naturally knew what Mo Bing was asking, but whether he should say it or not had to think about it clearly.

Mo Qichen thought for a while before he spoke: "I'm very happy, you all choose to believe me." I think what the young master wants to do, with what you know about him, you should be able to guess. Don't worry, the worst is not necessarily the worst, since we choose to trust him, we must always trust him. ”

Mo Qichen didn't say some words, for example, he couldn't imagine that Yan Jin really used his life to return Liang Chenyue. As long as Liang Chenyue's sword deviates a little more, maybe even if the immortals come, they won't be able to save Yan Jin. Mo Qichen couldn't even figure out why he was so sure that Liang Chenyue wouldn't kill him with a sword?

No one is Wan Yan Jin, and no one can guess what he is thinking in his heart. No one would know that he really used his own life to block that sword.

Mo Bing and Mo Qichen looked at each other and smiled, yes, so did he, as always, he chose to believe Yan Jin. Even if he just sweated for him today.