Lin Jixing did not give up, he took the soldiers behind him to fight a bloody road and move forward. Lin Jixing knew that he had to take Fengli back no matter what, because only Fengli could save Angola Ruz City! Lin Jixing, with his unique ruthlessness and perseverance, used the sharpest and cold marksmanship to provoke the defense of Jiatu, and firmly left the wind.

Luo San and his personal guards guarded in front of the city gate and did not move, he had to do the last defense of Angola Ruz City. When Feng Li came back, Luo San would open the door for her, if Feng Li couldn't come back, Luo San decided to die at the city gate today. Brother, I don't want to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but I want to die on the same day and month of the same year. So Luo San looked at Lin Jixing and rushed towards the wind, without assisting. Because he understood the importance of the city gate, and he also chose his life and death.

Nie Xiaoyu looked at the sky of Angola Ruz City, and thought silently in his heart, Father, you have to protect Feng Li, Feng Li is the person you choose, you can't let her have anything to do. If the wind is gone, I won't be able to hold up the city of Angola! Fengli is the hope of Angola Ruz City, if this fire is extinguished, Nie Xiaoyu definitely does not know how to find a new fire, how to ignite a new hope.

Acting with them were the soldiers of the Angolan city of Luz, under the leadership of Lin Jixing, Shizichuan, and Huang Lianglu, with the determination to save Fengli, they came to fight towards the place where Chahan was. Fengli is where their belief lies, where the wind is, they are there, no matter the sword mountain and the sea of fire, hell and yellow springs, they go together.

Unable to break free from the shackles of Wen Mu, looking at Myron who fell on his back, Feng Li laughed miserably, and his brother still fell. One by one, they did not care at all about their own wishes. It's all gone. looked at Qin Xinghe, who was sluggish, and pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly, the brother who came with him at the beginning. Only Qin Xinghe!

Fengli looked at the figure of Myron, who was about to be overwhelmed by the crowd, and there he was falling, surrounded by Turquois, without a single brother of his. I don't know what I was thinking when I left, but my eyes looked straight at the sky of the city of Ruz, Angola. Perhaps, at the moment of falling, all the brothers who left were greeting him. Otherwise, how could Myron smile so peacefully.

The wind is away from looking up at the sky of Angola Ruz, and the sky of Angola Luz is as blue and beautiful as ever. For hundreds of years, the hustle and bustle of this sky has been shedding blood and death. There is not the slightest effect on it. It has been quietly and indifferently watching the confrontation between Gatu and Angola Ruz City, silently, the most cold-blooded is it! If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life. Not exactly.

If that's the case. So why not be a demon yourself? God doesn't care about the life and death on the earth, the blood and weep, what am I afraid of. I don't care about fame, profit, or history after death, so what else do I need to consider? Feng Li smiled coldly, patted Wen Mu's arm gently, and motioned for Wen Mu to let go.

Wen Mu didn't know what was going on. Looking down at Feng Li, Feng Li's indifferent eyes just now deeply stabbed Wen Mu. Feng Li was furious because of Myron's death. Wen Mu was afraid that the wind would be too violent and out of control, and he had been firmly shackled to her. Now seeing Feng Li's movements and looking at her calm eyes, Wen Mu breathed a sigh of relief and apologized in a low voice.

"Feng Li, I'm sorry!" Wen Mu's voice was low and painful, painful for Myron, painful for Fengli.

"I don't blame you, it's me who should say I'm sorry, I was too excited just now, I shouldn't have done that to you." Fengli whispered his apologies.

Wen Mu always rescued Fengli at critical times, such as the rescue of Fengli during the autumn harvest, such as the shelter of Fengli from the death of Nie Cheng, and the protection of Fengli on the battlefield many times, Fengli himself remembered it clearly. How many times did Wen Mu stand silently behind Feng Li, silently supporting Feng Li's decision. Sometimes for the implementation of the wind departure plan, he broke his leg, just like this time when the Grim Reaper Dark Sword was set up to invite Leshan. Wen Mu's maintenance of Feng Li, Feng Li knows very well that at this moment, he takes his own safety to heart, and regards his life and death as more important than himself, Feng Li knows that he has just hurt him.

Sometimes, people are just so willful. The person who can make you willful and reckless must be someone you can completely trust, someone who can completely relax and let go. You hurt him, anger him, make trouble with him, scold him, or even leave him, because you know he won't leave you. You know he's always behind you, watching you, watching you, watching you, or where you know, waiting for you. Wen Mu is to the wind. Fengli always knew that there was such a person behind him to support him, to shelter himself from the wind and rain, no matter how difficult he encountered, he had a shoulder to cry on. Yes, crying, Feng Li cried only a handful of times in his memory, but it seemed to be in front of Wen Mu every time. It turns out that he still has a place to abandon his indifference, indifference, and let his sad and fragile self come out and emerge. It turns out that there has always been a person who can let himself be presumptuous, and someone has been tolerating himself.

"It's okay, these are the things I should do." Feng Liken apologized to himself, and the discomfort in Wen Mu's heart disappeared suddenly. He understands very well the pain of Fengli losing his brother, seeing that there are fewer and fewer brothers around him, but he can't keep the pain of the people around him, and the anger and sadness of seeing his brother fall, Wen Mu can understand. Wen Mu also felt these injuries, but Wen Mu knew what he cared about the most. The human heart is really small, and there are too few people who can pretend. Wen Mu's heart pretended to be Fengli very early, and he has been staying all the time, and he only lived in Fengli.

So no matter how Feng Li hurts him, angers him, or hates him, Wen Mu can only grit his teeth and bear it. Because Wen Mu knew that no matter how much pain he had, it couldn't compare to the pain of Feng Li leaving him or falling in front of his eyes. As long as Feng Li didn't close his eyes covered in blood in front of him, Wen Mu could bear any kind of pain he felt.

"Wen Mu, thank you." Fengli looked at Wen Mu sincerely and warmly. There are too many in this thank you, thank you for your care, thank you for your kindness, thank you for your warmth and companionship, and most importantly, thank you for still being by my side, thank you for always being there. Feng Li is really afraid that one day when he turns around and looks, there is no one around him, and he is afraid that this person who has been silently by his side will be gone.

"It's okay, Fengli, I'll always be by your side." Wen Mu seemed to know Fengli's thoughts, and said while holding Fengli's hand.

"Okay." Feng Li suppressed the emotion in his heart and smiled at Wen Mu.

Fengli's goodness is a response to Wen Mu and a response to his own heart. Perhaps at this moment, Fengli understood the importance of having someone by his side, and the figure that appeared in his mind seemed to be only Wen Mu. This quiet, silent, handsome, smiling person brings himself peace of mind, warmth, joy, and reluctance. It seems that only this person can do it, Feng Li can't imagine how empty and lonely his heart should be when there is no Wen Mu by his side, and what kind of broken pain he should have.

Wen Mu listened to Fengli's response, looked at Fengli's smile, and his heart was suddenly full. There is sweet beauty, there is the past that has passed through wind and rain, and there is a future full of longing. People who have the same heart can understand each other with each other's eyes. Fengli's eyes made Wen Mu understand that what he had been looking forward to finally waited for the flowers to bloom.

Wen Mu stood behind Feng Li, who calmly and firmly drew his sword and held it high.

"Brothers of the city of Ruz, Angola, today we are fighting with the Gatu people. We don't care about life and death, we fight with them. Look at how many brothers have fallen around us, look at how many of our own brothers are left around us, look at how many brothers have shed blood around us. We are fighting with Gatu today, and we are desperate to kill them all, to avenge our brothers, to avenge our own pain. ”

"Brother of the city of Ruz, take up the sword in your hand and believe that you are the best. You can defeat any enemy, and in any situation, you can win. You are the patron saints of the border people, and you will always protect them from the slightest harm. ”

"Also, don't forget jì, you have to forget jì, what's behind us. It's not Mia, it's not the city of Angola, it's our relatives, our lovers, the people we swear to care for in our hearts. We retreated, do they have a way out? They don't, we are their last protection. ”

"Our loved ones have always believed in us, and they have given us all their trust. Trust us not to let them get hurt. Think about it, the rations we eat, the people at the border gates, our relatives, how they lived diligently and thriftily under such harsh conditions, so that they saved us military rations. ”

The cold voice of the wind and the cold came into the ears and hearts of all the soldiers in the city of Ruz, Angola. The belief of all the soldiers is that even if they die, they will not retreat. Angola Ruz City is the blood and flesh of millions of Mia soldiers, for hundreds of years Angola Ruz City outside the city of white bones, but no one retreated. The soldiers of the Angolan city of Ruz shielded all the wind and rain for the people of the border pass, firmly carried out their oath, and never lost their word.

The city of Ruz in Angola is the hope of the people at the border pass, and it is the victory and persistence of 100,000,000 widows, widows and children supported by their weak hands and shoulders. They were reluctant to eat or wear, and under such harsh border conditions, they turned the rations saved between their teeth into military rations, in exchange for the soldiers to stick to it day after day. It was they who created the iron backbone of the soldiers of Angola Ruz, it was they who gave the blood of the soldiers of Angola Ruz, and it was they who built the city of Angola Ruz. They have long been integrated with the soldiers of Angola Ruz City, and have become a part of Angola Ruz City, the most important part, the guardian heart of Angola Ruz City.

Wen Mu stood behind Feng Li as always, like countless Sword Venerable Sect members, fulfilling his duties. Looking at the self-confident Feng Li, Wen Mu smiled, guarding the marshal of the Angolan city of Ruz, guarding his lover, and guarding his heart. Because a heart has long been placed on Fengli's body, guarding Fengli is to protect himself. (To be continued......)