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The wind comes and goes. The girl has no sleeves. Like a butterfly flapping its wings. Soaked in blood under his feet. Heavy overlapping. Intense as a flame. It's like a flower blooming on the hem of a garment. The scorching spreads all the way.

Lian Zhou glanced at the Xuanyin guards below who wanted to withdraw with knives in hand. Then he looked at the men in blue who were hesitating beside him. Eyes are rolling. It's as smooth as black jade. The guards of the Mon Mansion saw her like this. Frightened, he said, "Quick. Let's get her back."

Lianzhou stands five steps from the edge of the mountain. Hearing their words, he only calmly raised his eyebrows. Her pointed chin lifted slightly. The eyes are full of a serene stubbornness. As soon as I saw the guards of the Meng Mansion coming up. She didn't hesitate any longer. Use super willpower to suppress the devouring pain on your feet. Then do three steps and two steps. Hurry forward. I made a very bold decision.

And then. In the frightened and shocked gaze of the people up and down the mountain. She started from a high mountain. The volley jumped down in the air.

Zhong Liyu jumped down without hesitation when he saw her. I can't help but be a little surprised. When he comes to his senses again. Then I felt a gust of wind blowing by. Electrifying and flint. And the girl's body fell into his arms.

All the hustle and bustle faded suddenly. Time stands still.

The winds of time pass through the mysterious and distant Shengzi Mountains. Walk through the deep Sanyouyong Road on the Nayang Plateau. Porcelain water through the soup of Hao Hao. Walk through the willow trees on the shore of Liannan Lake. Walk through the locked deep houses of other people's houses. Pedestrian shoulders through the mist and rain. Walk through the sandy outer plug of the West River at dusk. Walk through the land of Hanjiang in the Pingchuan River. Through all the years. Through heaven and earth. In a majestic posture. Whizzing in the middle of them. Dust and smoke rise. Convulsions of the years.

That. It is the year 1106 of the Xia Lan calendar. After a mistaken shoulder again and again. Fate gave them a real meeting. Time. At the time of the transition of the sun and the moon. Place. in his arms. Process. Flying in white. Leap down.

Years later. When Zhong Liyu stood in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake. When you drink the wind and snow alone. He can get out of the cotton-white snow. Touching the figure that floats down in the memory. He didn't wear a fox fur cloak at that time. The dark robe is gently raised. The snow fell on his eyebrows one after another. on sideburns. He turned back. But no one stretched out a hand. Brush away the frost from his eyebrows. It was very windy. So chilling. Shetto in hand. Melt little by little. Like whose tears. Across his cold fingertips.

At the moment at the foot of the valley in the back suburbs. Dust and smoke rise on the road. Gravity falls. War horses neigh.

Because of the all-night battle. and running through the woods. Lianzhou's face was inevitably a little dirty. You can't see the whole picture. It's just a pair of eyes that are as clear as water. Black and white are clear and free of impurities. Zhong Liyu looked at the girl who looked up in his arms. The brow furrowed involuntarily.

Lian Zhou didn't give himself time to think about it with the other party. She glanced at him. Just look in the dark. Stretched out to Zhong Liyu's waist like lightning." With a crisp sound, the knife was pulled out of his waist. Lian Zhou's eyes were cloudy. Aimed at his chest and was about to stab down.

Zhong Liyu suppressed all his emotions. Leap back to her death, dodging her attack. Lian Zhou smiled smugly. Quickly hold the knife backwards. When Zhong Liyu landed on the horse's back again. I saw that Lianzhou had already stabbed him diagonally in the horse's belly. Then he turned around like lightning. Hand holding the reins. A posture of preparedness.

Lianzhou dropped his saber. Hold the reins. The horses were in great pain. Completely ran wild. Zhong Liyu listened to the wind passing rapidly in his ears. I couldn't help but say angrily: "What are you going to do?"

Stimulated horses rush out of the heavy guards. Running recklessly in the mountains. Lian Zhou looked at the crowd behind him who were thrown away by his gaze. I couldn't help but smile at the bottom of my eyes. She looked back. He smiled crookedly: "I'm going to run away. Flee to a far place."

Cheng Qing saw and heard a change outside. He lifted the corner of the curtain. But I heard a voice from outside: "Oh no. General Cheng was carried away by horse. Let's go after it."

Cheng Qingjian's heart suddenly shrank. That's not him. That. It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Regardless of how much others would react to others when they saw someone jumping out of Zhong Liyu's special royal carriage. It doesn't matter how shocked and puzzled others will be when they see him here, Cheng Qing will show a look of shock and confusion when he sees him here. Cheng Qing saw that he was wearing a white undershirt. I jumped out of the window without caring about anything. Then he took the horses of a nearby guard. The horse chased in the direction where Zhong Liyu had gone.

Zhong Liyu bumped into Lian Zhou's bright star-like eyes. I couldn't help but be stunned. The strange feeling of familiarity hit him. However, the galloping horses did not give him much time to clear his mind. The fierce horses of the Northland are rampaging through the mountains. Time passes little by little. He was getting farther and farther away from Xuanyin's battle. The sun is rising. But it does not shine into the deep mountains and forests.

Lianzhou saw that the horses were so disobedient. A few times I tried to control the reins. Let it run in other directions. But how can a horse in great pain be so easily calm? It's still blazing like that. It's like looking for an outlet for your pain.

Lian Zhou saw that he was getting farther and farther away from the Meng Mansion. I can't help but feel a little relieved. Although the horses ran out of her control. But she still felt more relaxed than she had ever felt before. Even the wind that quickly brushed beside her made her face hurt. Even if you walk into a strange and deep wood. She still thinks. Able to escape. That's nice.

White fiery horse galloping on the road. Crazy through the mountains. Running rapidly through the mountains. Lianzhou sits on a horse. Feel the wind whirling in your ears. The scene in front of you moves at a speed faster than the transition of a movie lens. The horses galloped with all their might. The sound of horses' hooves and drums generally beat in the mountains outside the city. Exceptionally loud. Also extraordinarily compact. Behind him, the dust was all over the mountains and fields, and he followed all the way.

Horses are not the avenues to walk. It gallops through strange and deep valleys. The eyes are bloodshot and red due to excruciating pain. It knocked down tree after tree. Blood on the horse's head. It's still running without hesitation.

The horses are too fast. Running like this will be out of control. Zhong Liyu raised his long hand upward. Trying to slow down the horse. Then take the opportunity to jump off. Back to the Xuanyin Battle. He wrapped his hands around Lianzhou's body. Covered in the boat's little hands. Control your strength and hold the reins. The horses stopped moving.

In fact. Before the tribulation comes. There will be a very quiet prelude. And such a prelude is actually very artistic. For one, it can fuel the fire. Second, it can make you think that this is the end, everything has returned to tranquility, nothing will happen again, and when you breathe out with relief, it will launch a high-pitched tragedy, so that you can fully feel the tragedy of the world and your own depression in the extreme gap.

This. Zhong Liyu and Lian Zhou. Now I have a deep understanding.