When Yang Yizhao saw Xiao Yezi again, it was late at night the next day. At that time, the news that "the constant attendant and the helper were in the same account for one night and did not leave for a moment" had spread throughout the entire village.

Coincidentally, today he returned to the Leaving Pavilion on business, and he didn't know anything about the changes in the village. When he returned, Qiu Yishui, the master of the Feather Cloak Hall who had come to Xingzhuang to train together, had been waiting anxiously in his tent for a long time. As soon as Qiu Yishui saw him coming back, he hurriedly greeted him: "Young Pavilion Master, you're back!" Something is wrong! She hurriedly told Yunxi about forcibly summoning Xiao Yezi to sleep, "...... We originally thought that Xiao Yezi liked Gang Master Xiao, but when we heard that she was sleeping, we were happy for her. But when I went to look at it, it wasn't like that at all. Xiao Yezi shrank in the corner of the bed, crying so much that her whole body collapsed. No matter how much the helper comforted her, she just cried and couldn't stand up, and it was our disciples who left the Human Pavilion to carry her back. ”

At first hearing, Yang Yizhao only felt that his brain was confused, and in an instant the sky was dark, and then he was furious, and he didn't speak, and raised his hand to smash the tea set on the table on the ground. Qiu Yishui never seemed to have seen him angry, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak. After dropping more than a dozen porcelains in a row, he quieted down and sat back in his chair, his expression was like a change of wind and clouds, one moment of anxiety, one moment of compassion, one moment of anger, one moment of grief, and seemed to recall a lot of unhappy things.

Qiu Yishui saw that his face was white for a while and red for a while, obviously emotional, she was afraid that Yang Yizhao would hurt her body a lot, so she mustered up the courage to whisper and comforted: "Young Pavilion Master, don't ...... it"

Yang Yizhao looked down at the broken porcelain all over the ground, was silent for a moment, and suddenly stood up and kicked them under the table with a few kicks.

"Come with me."

He didn't pay attention to Qiu Yishui, and strode towards the tent where Xiao Yezi lived. Qiu Yishui was frightened and hurriedly followed.

Yang Yizhao walked to Xiao Yezi's tent, and happened to bump into a few gangs at the door pointing not far away, laughing, as if laughing at Xiao Yezi's scheming. When Yang Yizhao heard this, he immediately stopped, slowly turned his head, glanced at them, and then smiled.

No one had ever seen Yang Yizhao's eyes so sharp, although he was smiling, his anger was bottomless.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone didn't dare to touch the mold again at this stall, and immediately dispersed.

Yang Yizhao stood quietly in front of the tent, closed his eyes and stood for a moment, as if he was still hesitating, and as if he didn't dare to face it. But he finally took a long breath, lifted the curtain, and walked in.

No small leaves were seen. I didn't see anyone taking care of the little leaves either.

But he heard her cry. So small, so depressing.

Quickly scanning the surroundings, he soon spotted her figure huddled in a dark corner. She buried her face in her knees, her weak shoulders sobbing and shaking, and shaking.

It seems that she has been like this since she came out in the early hours of the morning.

Her thin clothes were very scattered, and the placket was tightly grasped by her, as if she wanted to wrap herself up. Her bare skin was covered with bruises and bruises from tyranny, and among her scattered strands, there were still remnants of medicine and alcohol that had been diluted by time.

That taste, as a heavenly king, he couldn't be more familiar. The smell of this medicine was so pungent at the moment that his whole body trembled, and the back of his hand was already against the end of his nose, and he almost wanted to gag. He took a deep breath and endured it for a long time, then he picked up a silk blanket from the couch, stretched out his hands, and covered her.

It was useless to say anything at the moment, and he was in no mood to say it.

"Watch her, don't let her get hurt again." He shook off a sentence to Qiu Yishui, turned around and walked away quickly.

He could not control his pace, and walked faster and faster, until at last he almost galloped to the stable and led a horse, turned over, and without hesitating the pain of the horse, he rode his horse out of the village and went straight to the spring in the suburbs.

Suddenly reined in the horse, he stared at the clear spring water, the scene of the laughter of the night and the little leaves was still in front of him, but now...... He loosened the reins and let himself fall straight from his horse to the grass. The horse was startled and ran aside. He didn't want to care, just lay quietly on the lawn, squinting, staring at the bright moon. This always warm moonlight has become so dazzling at this moment. He closed his eyes and stopped looking at the sky, the corners of his eyes slightly moistened.

Many years ago, I cried like this.

Many years ago, I was so desperate.

Many years ago, I also gave up on myself because of my youth.

Many years ago, I was also in pain because of weakness.

I thought I had forgotten it, but now from a different angle, and looking at this similar plot again, I still feel the same way, and my liver and intestines are broken, and I am unforgettable.

What's more, at this time, there is an unbearable loss.

Only then did he realize that he was sluggish and ridiculous, smiled self-deprecatingly, and suddenly let out a long howl.

The whistling sound is endless, and the aftermath is lingering, as for his heart, what does it matter if he lets it wander away from the end of the world at this moment.

Dark clouds obscured the bright moon in the sky for some time. The drizzling rain hit his face little by little, quickly dissolving the tear stains in the corners of his eyes.

After a quarter of an hour, he stabilized a little, and his IQ returned to his brain. He gathered up his mood and turned over on his horse. The most important thing at this moment is not to vent your emotions, but to go back to take care of the injured child. He braved the continuous light rain, hurried his horse, hurried back to Xiao Yezi's camp as fast as possible, and didn't bother to care about any rules, and broke in as soon as he opened the curtain.

As soon as he entered, he was stunned.

A thin teenager stood stiffly in front of the weeping leaf, with his back to him, like a sculpture, lifeless.

It's Li Li. From the back, he knew that it was Li Li.

Xiao Yezi was still nesting on the ground, but his head had already been raised, hugging his knees, but his eyes were staring at Li Li in a daze. Her cheeks, which should have been delicate and white, were already stained with tears and swollen. Under the many tear stains, there were countless crimson marks, as if she cried and rubbed, wiped and cried, and finally her skin was unbearable and swollen. She endured the gaze from Li Li in horror, and there was no place in her body that did not tremble with fear.

Yang Yizhao can fully understand how complicated her heart is at this moment - entanglement, guilt, self-blame, remorse, and evasion. He saw her pull up the clothes on her body violently, desperately covering her face, trying to hide herself, only to feel like a knife, distressed and helpless.

"Don't look at me! Don't look at me! She screamed, hiding herself in the shadows of no concealment, but still unreassured.

Li Li stood there, only to feel lonely and heartbroken.

At the risk of being found and executed, he rushed overnight to visit Xiao Yezi.

Before coming, he also planned to surprise Xiao Yezi by suddenly appearing, and by the way, ask her if she could listen to the movements of the gods. But as he got closer to Xingzhuang with each step, he felt more and more that these things outside of his body were enough.

He just wanted to see her, to see her laugh, to see her chirp and make a fuss about him.

If he could, he would rather not talk to Xiao Yezi about what Shen Ye came to, what Gao Lan was, what Ren Qingmei was, and what Xiao Yunxi was. These people, if it weren't for fate, would have nothing to do with him and her.

The most important thing for him now is her little leaf. He firmly believes that the most important thing for her is Li Li.

At the moment when he walked to the periphery of Xingzhuang, he still insisted on believing this.

Until he passed by a small inconspicuous camp and heard the thunderous whispers of laughter in the tent, telling the story of how the servants of the Chang Servants succeeded in their tricks by seducing the Lord.

In an instant, dozens of buckets of ice water poured over his head at the same time, and hundreds of sharp knives were plunged into his heart in an instant.

He was furious, used all his strength to restrain his anxiety, took three steps and made two steps, evaded everyone's attention, and ran straight to Xiao Yezi's camp.

Until he saw her like this, his whole person fell into the void of nothingness and despair, and all thoughts were lost.

No need to ask anything. I don't want to ask anything! Whatever it is! There is no why!

He sensed that someone was in the account behind him, but he didn't want to look back at all, and he didn't want to pay attention to it at all.

He couldn't think of anything anymore.

One of his hearts had died in the girl in front of him.

Outside the tent, the rain was getting heavier. The cold air drifted through the cracks in the tabernacle, and a hint of indifference drifted through it.

Yang Yizhao looked at Li Li, Li Li looked at Xiao Yezi, the three of them were silent, and no one wanted to speak.

Suddenly, the cold light flashed in the tent, and Li Li suddenly pulled out the wind hook, turned around and was about to rush out of the tent.

Xiao Yezi suddenly jumped up with a shudder, and the animal instinct made her want to stop Li Li, but she was too weak to take two steps before she fell to the ground weakly.

A blue light phantom blocked Li Li's way, and Yang Yizhao stood at the door of the tent, stretched out his arms, and said firmly.

"You can't go."

Li Li looked at Yang Yizhao indifferently, and a short syllable burst out between his teeth: "Get out." ”

Yang Yizhao was like a rock at the moment, he didn't move at all, he didn't retreat, and he still said firmly: "Impossible." ”

Li Li's whole body was stalked, and his eyes had gradually ignited with murderous aura, and he repeated stereotypedly: "Get out." ”

Yang Yizhao didn't reply again, just looked at him calmly, lowered his body, and guarded more strictly.

"Roll !!!!!" Li Li went crazy and burst out, and slashed at Yang Yizhao with a sword!

Yang Yizhao touched his waist, and suddenly there was a gray-black shuttle blade in the shape of willow leaves between the index fingers and middle fingers of both hands. He gathered his hands, and the two shuttle blades staggered in the air, forming a cross defensive type to meet Li Li's sword momentum, and immediately blocked the mad tiger-like blow. But the wind hook is so sharp, and Li Li's sword is so fierce, I saw a flash of silver light, and with a bang, the two blades in Yang Yizhao's hand were cut off in half by Qi Qi. But Yang Yizhao was calm and not afraid at all, turned around, quickly replaced two brand-new shuttle blades in his hands, leaned down and slammed forward, knocking Li Li away by half a step.

Li Li was blinded by hatred and anger at the moment, and no matter who the person in front of him was, or how to use the sword move, he slashed all the way up. Yang Yizhao let out a clear roar, held the shuttle blade, and fought with the madman in front of him.

The two of them fought very violently, and in the process of pushing and shoving, they knocked over the oil lamp in the tent, and it was so dark that they could not see their movements clearly, only the sound of the drizzle and the sound of the shuttle blade breaking.

Broken, replaced, replaced, broken, until there is no more replaceable shuttle blade. But Li Li's offensive became more and more reckless and crazy. Yang Yizhao also had red eyes, leaned over and rushed forward, hugged Li Li's waist, and threw himself out of the tent door in a fight.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down in the sky, illuminating the outside world, and a bloody light instantly splashed on the tabernacle! And then and then, and then another!

The blood light made Xiao Yezi completely go crazy, she rushed forward, fell to the ground, and tried all her strength to climb out of the tent, trying to stop the two: "Stop! Stop it! ”

All of Yang Yizhao's blades had been broken into pieces and scattered on the ground piece by piece. Li Li's sword had been twisted off by him and thrown on the ground in the distance. The blue robe on his body, which should have been flowing and colorful, was now stained purple red by blood, sticky to his face, and he couldn't count how many sword wounds he had suffered. But Yang Yizhao still struggled to twist Li Li's body, just trying to restrain his brutality and anger.

Li Li struggled violently, even if he lost the wind hook, he still used his fist as a blade, punching frantically on Yang Yizhao's body.

Li Li's every punch implied a deep internal force, which made Yang Yizhao's eyes black. But he still hugged Li Li to the death, even if his heart was completely exposed, he didn't want to hurt him. Blood kept pouring out of Yang Yizhao's mouth, and the pain all over his body was intense, but it couldn't shake his determination to protect these two children.

Li Li's face was stained with Yang Yizhao's blood, the blood stained his face, and he no longer looked like a young man, anger and despair tormented him, blocking all persuasion and calls, making him a tyrannical revenge machine, just trying to clear all obstacles in front of him.

One only attacks but does not defend, and the other only defends and does not attack. There is always a limit to what people can bear, and after a burst of heavy punches, Yang Yizhao finally fell.

Li Li also ignored Yang Yizhao, and rushed forward like crazy with himself. As soon as he rushed out a few steps, he saw a man in purple standing in front of him. The rain fell on the purple-clothed man's body, wetting his hair, but magically did not affect his appearance and bearing at all. He still stood there like a fairy with an aura, looking at Li Li indifferently. Behind him stood many disciples of the Heavenly King Gang, such as Shen Yelai, such as Bai Sango, such as Ren Qingquan, and Qiu Yishui, who had just come back from fetching water and bumped into this scene with a shocked face.

Li Li stood on the ground and stared at the man in purple in front of him.

Purple. Only one person in the gang can wear purple. He had already guessed who the person in front of him was.

Someone next to him reported: "Qiqi Gang Master, this is the summer night of the Fengrui Camp."

"You're just leaving the night?" Yun Xi smiled slightly and asked.

“…… Did you hurt Xiaoyezi? ”

Li Li punched him violently. Yun Xi only waved his sleeves slightly, and all Li Li's strength fell into the soft air.

A wounded howl burst out from the corner of his mouth, and Li Li punched him again.

But it was Li Li himself who fell.

(End of chapter)