"Brother Wen Cheng, the folk girl leads them away." Wen Zhu clenched the silver gun and got up, but was stopped by Wen Cheng.

"Don't worry," he examined the wound on Wen Zhu's waist and abdomen again, "Their strategy iterates quickly, I want to think of another way."

There were still ten minutes left in the shield, and the blue arc of light swished, and the cold layers of deep space pierced in layers, which made Wen Cheng shudder. Wen Zhu put down his backpack and was about to take off his sweatshirt, but was held down by Wen Cheng.

"The folk girl is much better." Wen Zhu suddenly looked dissatisfied and pouted.

"You can't fool me." Wen Cheng tapped the lens of his right eye. Wen Zhu lowered the corners of his eyebrows, and quietly approached Wen Cheng, using his sweatshirt against his bare shirt.

Wen Cheng looked around, the iron gate in the west was firmly held by mechanical dogs, the north was a building, the south was a high wall, and the east was a tributary connected to the Grand Canal.

Only by breaking through in one direction, where is the weakest point?

Wen Cheng fixed his eyes on the small river in the east, the cement riverbed, there are two flood gates in the north and south, and there is a small platform on the opposite bank, although there is a wall of another building to the east, but through the green belt to the south you can reach the bright road.

Although he hadn't swam for three years, he grew up in a lot of lakes, mountains and rivers, desert islands, as early as six or seven years old, every desert island left the footprints of a little boy, a person playing a pirate ship game, a person diving into the bottom of the lake to touch the sand and rocks and shrimp and crabs, the colorful waves under the water resurfaced in his mind.

"Wenzhu, do you know how to swim?" He asked.

Wen Zhu hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Alright, let's go here." He pulled the girl to her feet and pointed to the east.

The distance was 100 meters, the plan was set, and he asked, "Ready?" The girl nodded.

The shield burst in response, and a dark red net shrouded him, Wen Cheng called out a pulse bomb and held it in his arms, a muffled sound, the red light was all extinguished, and mechanical rain fell around him.

The two of them stepped again, and the projection of the riverbank in front of them became clearer and clearer, and a dark red wall suddenly formed in front of them.

"Giggle." The mechanical dog wall crushed over like wheels. When it was about to reach the top of his head, Wen Cheng called out the shield, and the mechanical dogs that had no time to avoid were inhaled one after another, and the meteor shower in the sky crossed the half moon.

The distance was 50 meters, and there were two pulse bombs and two shields, and Wen Cheng smiled happily, and the victory was in his hands.

"Wenzhu, it's safe soon." He sat on the ground and looked to the side.

The girl is gone!

"Bunzhu?!"

A gunshot rang out behind him, Wen Cheng looked back, a white cloud rose from outside the shield, and the girl reloaded calmly as she moved to the south side.

"What are you doing?!" Wen Cheng said angrily.

"Brother Wen Cheng, they have been handed over to the people's daughters, you can leave quickly." Wen Zhu shouted.

This silly boy!

Wen Cheng immediately smashed the shield, ran to Wen Zhu's side, pulled her to the east, ran a few steps to the east, and lowered the shield again.

"Don't mess around, okay?!" Wen Cheng raised the porcelain ball with anger, "This is the last one!"

"But the people's daughter...... I can't swim......" Wen Zhu knelt beside Wen Cheng and looked at the river and said.

"And what are you nodding!?"

Wen Zhu covered his blood-red waist and smiled bitterly.

There are still fifty meters left, but there is only one shield left.

"You can't swim, I can swim with you, don't be smart in the future, do you hear?!" Wen Cheng shook her shoulder.

"Later?" Wen Zhu asked.

"If only we could survive today!" Wen Cheng yelled at him.

"Hmm!" The girl nodded delightfully.

Fifty meters, you can only rest once, this time the encirclement has expanded a lot, and the enemy is obviously afraid of the pulse bomb detonated in his arms.

No time.

"Run!" Wen Cheng shouted, and the two jumped again.

A column of enemies surged in front of him, his head and tail were connected to form a long snake, Wen Chengzheng called out the porcelain ball and frowned, and the white-robed girl jumped forward and stabbed out a thin white pillar of light.

There were still thirty-five meters, and the enemy rushed at all odds, overwhelming the sky.

At this time, releasing the shield is an overdraft, and Wen Cheng detonates a pulse bomb in his arms.

In a short time, one wave fell, and another wave struck. Wen Cheng detonated the last pulse bomb, and there was silence.

In the last twenty meters, the eastward route was only blocking two or three rows of enemies, and Wen Cheng gasped and summoned the last shield. Coming back to his senses, Wen Zhu licked his dry lips, his face was pale, and his eyelids drooped.

In the last leg of the road, which was not optimistic at all, Wen Cheng's light stripe gun was obviously useless, and the only means of attack were Wen Zhu's musket and thin sword, but the girl's bloodless state was not optimistic at all, and her physical signs dropped back to 10%.

"Bunzhu?" He woke the girl up, took out the plastic box from his backpack and said, "Eat some sauce duck, maybe it will be better."

"Brother Wen Cheng, I'm sorry......" Wen Zhu opened his eyes and pushed open the plastic box.

"I'm sorry." Wen Cheng interrupted her.

"I'm sorry for what?"

"Nothing."

"Actually, the folk girl has already found out...... Brother Wen Cheng has been following behind."

Wen Cheng bowed his head and was silent.

"It's okay, actually, what about that ......" Wen Zhu smiled bitterly as he pulled the blood-stained skirt, "The crystallization of the folk girl is consumed too quickly, and she may not be able to hold on......

"Wenzhu, let's make a contract! Next, use my Dharma Source to sustain you." Wen Cheng grabbed her cold hand.

"No......" Wen Zhu weakly withdrew his hand, "I can't drag Brother Wen Cheng down."

"No," Wen Cheng tightened his grip, "you didn't drag me down, on the contrary, you made me realize what a warrior is."

The cold little hand softened, Wen Cheng took out the light paper from his backpack and said, "I will attach an agreement, Wen Zhu, I want you to grow no slower than me."

"Growing ......" Wenzhu repeats slowly.

"Yes, grow!" Wen Cheng nodded vigorously, "I'm going to train you to be a Crowned Heroic Spirit!"

"Crown...... Heroic Spirit ......" the girl repeated weakly.

"I want you to learn more and more scientific knowledge of muskets, improve your sword skills, I will try to become a guardian, and when I have enough authority, I will name your father a star and let him shine forever."

"Star ......," the girl summoned her last strength to look at the sky.

There is only 1% left in the number in the lens, and it is about to go off with a flash and a flash.

"Wen Zhu, I will let your father rest in peace, in exchange, you will help me become a guardian," Wen Cheng cupped her face, "Let's exchange vows!"

Wen Cheng grabbed her handprint on the light pattern paper, the blood stains on the girl's wrist were quickly absorbed by the light pattern, the boy pulled out the thousands of miles of snow on the girl's waist, and stabbed a blood line in the palm of his hand, and then pressed it, the light pattern paper turned into a piece of fluorescence and dissipated in the air, only to feel a trace of coldness on the left shoulder, and the girl's eyes had a trace of warmth, and the place where the two hands met emitted a hotter and hotter white light.

"Wenzhu, from now on I will be your host." Wen Cheng put her hand to his heart, but his little hand became colder and colder.

"Brother Wen Cheng......" the girl lowered her eyelids, "...... You're so bad."

The squire closed his eyes.

"Wenzhu, I won't break the agreement, do you remember?" Wen Cheng shook her shoulder, "You've already passed the assessment!"

It was said that he passed the assessment, but the reason for signing the contract was not this at all.

Wen Cheng said words without blood or tears, touching the girl's cold little hands and face.

Wen Zhu remained motionless, opened his mouth slightly, and responded to him with a last whimper, his body hanging weakly in Wen Cheng's arms.

"It's all my fault." Wen Cheng hugged Wen Zhu's corpse and said gloomily.

Obviously looking for a pawn to work hard, but for some reason there was an extra object of protection, Wen Cheng gently put down the girl's corpse and glared at a dark red, come on, come on! Come on! It only makes me stronger!

Looking ahead, it was a layer of darkness, the grass under his feet was a sandy road, there were a few shrubs beside it, and if you listened carefully, there was a murmuring of water, the river was so high that it was impossible to see how deep the water was, and when you looked back, it was a city that was gradually dimming, and the mechanical rage of revenge was burning into the depths of the city.

The shirtless boy stood up with the girl wrapped in a sweatshirt in his arms and looked up at the bright half moon.

A confession made in gratitude to the girl.。

Old promises must be abandoned, and the only way to face the abyss of fate is to leap into the abyss.

What a night to die for.