Feng Mingxie, what to do.

He stood in front of Lu Yixuan and brushed the fine snow on his sleeves: "The snow in Shengjing City has fallen exceptionally early this year," after the winter, it rained a lot, and the man's voice was like a falling cloud, like a greeting in the early morning in winter, soft and considerate, "Is it cold?" ”

He asked, it must have been very cold to huddle in such thin clothes.

Before Lu Yixuan could reflect, the gorgeous light shirt had covered her shoulders, and the warmth was incomparably warm enough to melt half of her proud bones in an instant, and the colorful feathers were dazzling in the pure white snow.

The wind was biting, and fine frost and snow were carried by the winter wind and rolled between the two of them.

He looked down at her slightly, his eyes melted, and he saw nothing around him, this was not the Dongshi Execution Ground, but it was a place where he could come and go freely, but Lu Yixuan didn't have the slightest bit of fun, on the contrary, he stared at him even more frightened, why did this man suddenly appear in Shengjing City for thousands of miles, how could she not know.

Feng Mingxie has always been rampant, in his eyes, breaking into the city and robbing people are all open fire, but - this is the foot of the Son of Heaven, it is the Shengdu of the royal city, today, it is the Ninety-Five Emperor who wants to cut off her Lu Yixuan's head, if Feng Mingxie dares to stop it, then he will commit the crime of disobedience in front of everyone, Luo Zhao is present, Shi Hai is present, and the Jiumen patrol battalion is deliberately dispatched.

The people at the entrance of the East Market were in an uproar, no one in Shengjing City knew the little prince Feng, and no one knew the girl of the Lu family, but they didn't know that at this moment of life and death, the rich and absurd pride of the sky fell into the dust, and he wanted to come and atone for his sins.

The temperature on his shoulders gradually went out, and Lu Yixuan lowered his head, as if he was rejecting what this man did, why bother, it was not worth it to compete with the Ninety-Five Honor for an insignificant Lu Yixuan.

She knelt on the ground, he stood in front of him, she was a death row prisoner full of sins, he was the emperor above, Lu Yixuan didn't know whether he should laugh or not, but the corners of his grin that he couldn't see turned into this embarrassment and contrast, the difference between cloud and mud.

The difference between cloud and mud, huh.

"Little prince, the time has come, delaying the execution is a big crime, don't know the law and break the law!" Luo Zhao woke up in the noise, as soon as he raised his hand, the officers and soldiers immediately surrounded the Dongshikou Torture Table, Lord Luo couldn't help but understand a little why the Nine Gate Patrol Battalion was dispatched today, isn't it - the saint has foresight, but he wants to prevent this man from robbing the Dharma field?

Robbing the law field, such an evil act Luo Zhao couldn't believe that Feng Ming would not be afraid of gossip in broad daylight, but he had to admit that the man standing in front of him had never thought of retreating.

He swore and was confident, and his disdain and sneer was to inform Luo Zhao that today, Feng Ming was going to take Lu Yixuan away in a righteous manner in front of the public.

Luo Zhao read the meaning in that look, and his heart chuckled, what are he afraid of, hundreds of officers and soldiers on and off the stage, which one really dares to dance a knife and a gun against the little prince of Jingui, if he is accidentally injured, wouldn't it be a lose-lose ending, Lord Luo is difficult to ride a tiger but has to put on the posture of a prison officer.

"Su Yi porridge, please get off the execution table!" He shouted.

General Su looked at General Shi Hai hesitantly, Shi Hai didn't move at all, but his expression was dark, he didn't look at Su Yi Congee, he didn't look at Feng Mingxi, he looked at the bustling crowd at the entrance of the East Market, Su Yi Congee pursed his lips and clenched his fist tightly, and he was about to jump up-

Suddenly, a subtle screeching sound rumbled through the eardrums.

"Be careful!" Shi Hai was the first to notice, the speed of his voice was very fast, and the faster thing was his movement, the sword on his side burst into the sky in an instant, and he cut off an iron arrow that pierced in front of him, but he knew something was wrong when he skimmed out of the corner of his eye.

Several sharp arrows were fired from all directions, and a dozen or so villains in strange costumes had jumped out of the crowd.

Luo Zhao didn't react at all, he was a powerless Si Zheng, and when the scene became chaotic and noisy in an instant, he didn't even know what was going on-

"Lord Luo!" The exclamation came from Su Yi Congee, the figure of the young man who was about to rush up suddenly jumped to his side, and a kick had already kicked over the table in front of Luo Zhao, Lord Luo's shocked face changed and his body was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move, only then did he see a small iron thorn-like dark arrow in Su Yicongee's hand, if it weren't for the little general's quick reaction, I am afraid that his head would have bloomed.

Luo Zhao didn't dare to breathe, but Su Yi's expression changed greatly, and he suddenly had an epiphany in his mind, he had seen this secret weapon!

The fine-leaved lotus branch, as long as it is gently twisted, the ten-petal lotus flower can take people's lives in an instant.

"Lord Wang, it's the Beirong Assassin!" Su Yi Porridge turned his head and shouted at the pot of porridge that had already been messed up on the torture platform, those Beirong assassins who were wrapped in beast fur and wore fox heads on their heads intended to assassinate Feng Ming on the way back to Shengjing, but why did those wild people who drank blood have the audacity to do it in Shengjing City at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

Swords and swords, flesh and blood flying.

"It's ...... What's going on?! Luo Zhao didn't know how to fight and kill, he hid under the table in a hurry and hugged the table legs and trembled.

"The Holy One is like God." General Shi's sword crossed the cold arc, and instead of panicking in his eyes, he jumped into the battle like a strategist, shouting, "Vice General Jin, lead people to search the three towers of Xicheng Tower, Vice General Liao, block the south gate, plug the wings and make it difficult to fly, and kill all the assassins on the spot!" ”

Luo Zhao was stunned, General Shi had not acted all this time, his eyes were full of people from beginning to end, he was simply looking for where those unscrupulous people came from and where they might hide, he had already known - there would be assassins at the execution ground today?!

Could this be the meaning of the sacred?

However, Su Yicongee made it clear that those villains dressed in animal skins and strange costumes were from Beirong, how could they suddenly come to Shengjing City to commit heinous crimes, and no matter who the target was, they could not be allowed to be so arrogant.

The onlookers panicked and ran around.

Lu Yixuan, who was kneeling on the torture platform, did not dodge or dodge, the arrow grazed her face and drew sharp blood marks, the cold paralyzed the pain, she was a death row prisoner, so why did she care when and where she died.

The sound of the whistling breaking of the air, the impact of swords, guns and halberds, and the dust and snowflakes splashed by the human body falling to the ground, the intermittent sound of desperate death in the ears, Lu Yixuan closed her eyes, these sounds appeared countless times in her sleep, she had faced the blurred color of flesh and blood and did not frown, she had saved people, killed people, the sound of crying and screaming, and the powerlessness of relatives who fell in a pool of blood completely surged into her heart-

Harsh and noisy, she had never felt so tired and misanthropic.

Suddenly, Lu Yixuan's whole body burned off this uninterrupted thought and pulled her back into the ice and snow for a moment, she was hugged, and the warmth wrapped in her bones made her heart tremble, she saw the whistling arrow inevitably cut off the canary feather, the man just snorted softly and faintly, as if he was afraid of disturbing her, she just watched the arrow pierce Feng Mingxie's shoulder.

"Lu Yixuan," the man's teeth touched, and he didn't let go of the girl who was full of depressed will, "Do you still want to die?" He asked, would he rather stand on this torture platform and let ten thousand arrows pierce his heart?

The blood stains splashed on her face were warm, no, the hot touch made Lu Yixuan's look of disbelief panic and panic, but Feng Mingxie hugged her more deeply, not refuting her, not letting her contend with it, as if the ice and snow would do his best to protect her from any harm in the sea of swords, mountains and fires.

There was a moment of blankness in Lu Yixuan's mind and eyes, and the man's face did not have half a painful expression and a little tenderness and affection, and the charm that had always been revealed from this absurd rich and noble bone eyebrows and eyes pierced Lu Yixuan's cold and gray heart like firelight.

She was a dying person, and she didn't have any hope of escaping from this cage, so the moment she let go of the canary and cut off Cheng Zhongqi's head-

Lu Yixin never expected the future.

But when Feng Mingxie's blood stains splashed on her face, it suddenly seemed to burn the quietly annihilated feelings and desires in her bones.

The assassin jumped vigorously, the sword light was like a practice full of killing ferocity, Feng Mingxie had already noticed it but did not move, as if it was deliberately stalemate and disgusted, Lu Yixian's heart was like ashes, and he didn't seek to survive, so Feng Mingxie was greedy for life and afraid of death-

The strength of the knife was reflected in the girl's stagnant pupils, and he was crazy when he saw that he was about to cut off the man's back!

Only three words of disbelief flashed in her mind, she didn't even know how she moved her hands, her body was faster than her thoughts, Lu Yixuan grabbed Feng Mingxie's arm and pulled it behind her, the shackles of her hands and feet made a sinister sound, she was already in front of Feng Mingxie, her kneeling legs and feet were stiff, leaning over and lowering her head and tearing the wrist chain to replace the man's position, "Bang", the chain was cut off by the dark iron long knife!

Lu Yixin's hands were free, and he didn't give the stunned assassin half a chance to think about it, the one-foot-long iron chain had already wrapped around the man's throat, and he didn't hesitate to do it with the little strength he had left, and the bones of the assassin's knife made a soft sound, "Kala", the knife had fallen into Lu Yixuan's hands, and the blood flowed down her chest to her white-shirted prison uniform.

When the little girl let go of the dead man, she seemed to collapse to the ground from exhaustion.

Feng Mingxie laughed, obviously he was injured by an arrow, but he laughed when he saw that girl was murderous - look, his good girl, the man seems to like to see Lu Yixuan look like he is bloody, and he is overcoming thorns and thorns.

No, he loved it so much.

Lu Yixuan wiped her face, bloody, she glared at the man viciously, if it weren't for this bastard gambling with his own life - he was crazy, he was crazy to rob the law field in Shengjing City, and crazy to show his sincerity in front of a death row prisoner!