Time doesn't stop, and so does the rain.

At each end of this long east-west street, a three-meter-high mountain of corpses has risen.

The rain meandered down from the top of the mountain wrapped in blood, flowing past the old masters who were squatting on the ground, which was particularly chilling.

On this long street, everyone who still has a breath, including Ye Lingyi, is red-eyed.

The killers who lost their minds wanted to pile up dead people with their lives, and naturally more and more people fell, and correspondingly, there were more and more wounds on Ye Lingyi's body.

There is a word called dark arrows that are difficult to defend against, and another word is that there are many people.

Again, she is not a god, even if she loses her mind and is almost a devil at this time, she is still just a human being, a person who will die.

There are many ways for Ye Lingyi to get out of the battle, and there are many ways for Ye Lingyi to make this battle less difficult, provided that she still has even a little bit of sanity left now.

It's a pity that she only has instinct left.

In this state, there are only two ways for her to be freed, one is that all the targets are dead, which is unrealistic, and the other is that Ye Lingyi is cut off according to her vital signs and no longer wields the knife.

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Because everyone was either calm or frightened, when the spiritual power shield above the Mengzhou Mansion that everyone originally hoped that it would disappear lit up for a moment, of course no one noticed it.

As for Ye Lingyi, too many people don't want to break the shield directly past her, and the turmoil will no longer attract her attention, as long as she is not dead, it is all delusional.

In the corner of the wall, not far from the old masters, there is the ice umbrella that was thrown by Ye Lingyi halfway and then kicked here by someone to accompany him.

These old masters, no matter how bad they are, are quite influential people on the mainland, so no one will think they are an eyesore and end up as a result.

Therefore, under the east wall of this mansion, it is the closest pure land to the battlefield separated by only one corner.

So after the initial fright, this group of old masters was half numb and half frightened and quietly startled.

When people are in a daze, they will subconsciously choose to look at something that is more pleasing to the eye.

Then in this muddy, dirty and bloody place, that ice umbrella is undoubtedly the best choice.

Under the influence of these factors, the scene of the slender and fair-skinned, good-looking hand picking up the umbrella came into everyone's eyes.

Seven or eight equally dull eyes looked up at the knobby hand, and at the same time saw the sleeve of the shirt that was secretly embroidered with moire.

It was white, but not the white that made them scream in horror a few times in spite of Sven, it was the kind of white that made those of them who had their heads full of sage books want to bow down.

The umbrella that the sword could not cut into the hand of the slender hand that was as white as jade, and in just a second, it turned into clear water under the gaze of several pairs of stunned eyes that were easy to glow with horror.

The white-clothed fairy seemed to be slightly stunned, then shook his head, still holding the oil-paper umbrella that isolated the space around him from the peace and warmth, turned around and disappeared into the corner.

The flow of people in Lingyi still continued to gather westward around the corpse mountain, and no one was willing to give extra glances to this person who was clearly passing by.

The old master who looked at each other on the spot probably didn't know his own thoughts.

The Easy King? Crippled? Rubbish? Amazing!

I believe that no one will think that the battlefield is the place where the immortals should set foot.

Naturally, the man ignored the men along the road who were pointing weapons at his sweetheart.

He just floated to the middle of the battlefield with Shi Shiran, and lightly raised two fingers to catch the lightning-like oncoming sword light.

How much wrist strength does Nightlingyi have? It's only a lot more than a thousand catties.

But Feng Xiyuan is full of relaxed freehand, flowing movements, and every frame can be instantly picturesque.

The umbrella skeleton grabbed her other wrist for a moment, and Feng Xiyuan's hands were relieved.

In the act of changing hands to hold the umbrella, his hand slid between her fingers almost flirtatiously, and easily snatched the butterfly knife from her killer king's hand.

The most ordinary oil-paper umbrella seems to have turned into the most amazing magic weapon in the world in the hands of this person.

The sound of wind and rain, the sound of swords, and the sound of heartbeat, all faded like a tide at this moment.

Only the fragrance of the flowers on the other side that seemed to drown the disobedient her, the richness she had never smelled, and she didn't care if it would rob her of her indispensable air.

Ye Lingyi was stunned, from just now, and still is, as if he had forgotten what struggle was

The killers of the Dark Empire, each of them, in the mission, will not have any help, and when they die, at most they will be transformed into the "positive" word added to the wall of the lobby of the AS Building.

Isn't it natural for everyone, including her, to take it for granted?

But why, he was able to ignore all the "shoulds", and the gods generally forcibly broke into the battlefield where she should have been alone.

Reason told Ye Lingyi that this was reasonable, this person was Feng Xiyuan, a person who would do this, and not long ago she was still trying to prevent him from doing this.

However, even though she has really seen the world in her more than ten years of life, she has not really experienced everything herself, and in such a real situation, the chaotic feeling has already successfully confused her face.

Simply, at this moment, she is very qualified to be so stunned, maintaining eight points of confusion, and subconsciously judging: there will be someone to protect her.

As for the remaining two points off the line—

Feng Xiyuan is dressed in a neat and incredible white robe, hanging in the air without touching the ground, and the fairy spirit steamed by the rain is fluttering, how noble and noble it is;

And Ye Lingyi was covered with rain and blood, half of his calves were not in the water, his clothes were ragged, and his murderous aura was boiling, how embarrassed and embarrassed he was.

Such two people holding an umbrella together, in the residual thinking of Ye Lingyi, is to violate more and more disobedience.

However, when Feng Xiyuan carefully straightened the sticky hair on her face, carefully dipped the blood beads on her eyelashes, and carefully wrapped her into the crook of her arm, the so-called discord naturally disappeared without a trace.

"Madame...... Tired. A sigh sounded overhead, natural and calming, and Ye Lingyi listened to his beating hot heart, and remained very confused.

In addition, in fact, there is a trace of pleasure that she can't capture herself, she doesn't blame her for being drugged, she doesn't show senseless anger or distress, and the three words "tired" are satisfaction that she hasn't considered in advance.

He understood the anger in her heart that needed to be released, and he was willing to admit her love, but he didn't want to see her suffer, he was telling her that they were husband and wife, and he would support her no matter what, and he didn't need to hide it from him no matter what.

In the past, all kinds of words and ridicule were not done, and the little things that were hidden but could not escape her attention were not done, and he did not do it when he came like a god, but these three words were done-that iron heart, turned into a corner.

Amazing!