She turned slowly, her hands trembling, and began to search. Why is she shaking? Is it knowing that life is coming to an end? Her hands were shaking so hard that she couldn't touch him. Fu Jiezi couldn't bear it and leaned his face closer to her. But as soon as the two of them moved, the "Soul Eater Force" on the opposite side also moved. One of them walked coldly and stepped through the flowers. The petals fly in the wind. I saw that the camouflage-like debris was swept through by a jade hand...... Fu Jiezi shook her hand. He pressed the hand lightly against his face. She touched it quietly, very carefully, as if she didn't know that two eerie ghost-headed knives were approaching. Fu Jiezi also ignored the two knives.

If he had to fight them to the death, he would rather enjoy the tenderness of this hand first. Yanling whispered, "I want to remember what you look like!" Her voice was serene and grateful. Two big knives roared and slashed, who wants to let such a simple and beautiful girl die? From the moment she was born, her eyes could not see. Eventually, she will close her eyes forever with the memory of a man!

She thanked him, and now the expression on her face was satisfied. Fu Jiezi's blood is feverish. He suddenly felt that he had the courage to live and the determination to fight! He even felt that he had really become an omnipotent horse stepping on Feiyan who challenged the rivers and lakes! The knife was very fast, "Dangdang" twice, and the two ghost head knives were blocked. Although the knife is curled, his faith is not curled! A Jedi fight begins. This battle will be fought from afternoon to dusk, from dusk to dark! This battle will turn the swordsman into a devil and a man into a beast! The valley of flowers whimpered, the remnant sun was like blood, and the heavens and the earth changed color! In the crimson sunset, everything was stained with blood—the blood of the "Soul Eater Force", the blood of Fu Jiezi and Yan Ling. The offensive of the "Soul Eater Army" continued, with thick shields and ghost-headed knives attacking from all directions in turn!

Orderly, cold and crazy, since ...... "Soul Eater Force" shocked the Quartet, it has rarely encountered such a stubborn and fast opponent! The man was knocked down, still getting up from the ground, angrily sticking out the teeth hidden in the helmet and biting Fu Jiezi's legs. Fu Jiezi attacked with all his might - slashed with a knife! Shoot with arrows! Hit with your body! Hit with your fists! I was injured one after another on my body, and I was also stimulated to go crazy! He roared wildly. He knew they couldn't hear, they just wanted to stir their will, like a beast that survived. He would never let himself and the woman beside him be killed by his opponent! He roared, snatching the ghost-headed knife from a corpse's hand. He waved like crazy! A stream of blood shot into the sky, and the red flowers all over the ground were also dimmed. The sunset on the horizon was sprayed red by this stream of blood.

In the blood light, flying high was a helmeted head...... Fu Jiezi went limp. He lay among the flowers, but the moon was too stingy to show up after midnight. The stars were scattered in the dark night, and all in front of him were Venus! He was covered in bleeding wounds, bruises, bruises, and bruises. He gasped for breath like a drowning beast. He was dazed like a checkmate.

He took a nap, a doze of exhaustion, and had a dream......

He dreamed it all like a dream. After a while, he slowly woke up and found that there was no bloody battle at all; The "Soul Eater" never appeared, and he was not injured, he would happily touch his baby-like skin, and then smile and lead Yanling on the road - because there was no "Soul Eater" in the original plan! He woke up.

He was in even more pain. It was a terrible pain, reminding him that it wasn't a dream, but that he had fallen into a situation even more terrifying than a nightmare! Fu Jiezi tried his best to concentrate. He wished he had woken up from his nightmare once and for all. He recalls the whole plan.

From the beginning of the Twelve Bands, the program was light-hearted and enjoyable. He first pretended to be a prostitute, drank wine, flirted, was rude to Yanling, and watched her dance. Then he disguised himself as a school captain, talked and laughed, made the prison of the death row camp go up in smoke, broke through the woods quickly, and led the wild goose to laugh and break into the rivers and lakes. It can be said that everything is not difficult, everything is arranged in advance, he only needs to act according to the plan, and he doesn't even need to move his brain, like a puppet. But now, he can't be a puppet blindly, because his head was almost cut off just now! He wants to be Fu Jiezi again, the shrewd Fu Jiezi. Fu Jiezi! In other words, from this moment on, he began to really analyze the case with his own eyes, and the real Fu Jiezi began to resurrect! …… But he was at a loss, lying in the dark flowers like the sea, and he didn't know where to analyze it. There was also no other lieutenant to accompany him, as before. He didn't even know if the lieutenant, his good brother, was still trustworthy. He was in pain. He felt pain both physically and inwardly. He heard someone crawling slowly, also panting. He felt a thin, cold hand grip him. He didn't move, let her hand hold, he needed it, he needed it to make his hand warm. Because that hand saved him in the last battle of the fight!

He fought hard to kill the sixteenth blue-clothed protector, he and Yan Ling had joined forces to kill fifteen, his hands were weak, his feet were cramping, Yan Ling fell into the flowers not far away, he didn't even have the strength to look at her. He could only hold the knife and hold it above his head, but he couldn't swing it. He couldn't stand either, and one leg was already on his knees. He couldn't let go, he couldn't fall, and in front of him, a Taoist on crutches was slashing at him one after another! The iron kidnapper was covered in blood, and the blood was blue in the starlight. He had long since lost his mind, and chopped him like firewood, as if he were holding an axe instead of a knife!

Even a piece of iron can't withstand such a violent chop. Fu Jiezi held the knife, his hands gradually became sore, and he slowly knelt down as if he was asleep. Both legs were on their knees, and he waited for a "whoop" as he was split in half. He was so tired that he even complained that the other party was too stupid, why didn't he slash sideways? He must not be able to turn the knife around and parry, so that it can all be over.

But the iron crutch continued to chop and chop, as if he were driving a pile, and he had to be smashed into the ground. At this time, he heard a small voice, flying towards the flower branch. He was almost moved to tears, because he knew that he could survive! He exhaled and put down his knife wearily, and the Iron Crutch looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he had given up his resistance. The iron crutch was still held high, but the blow that fell was stopped. He had faith in the voice, and he was waiting. I heard the sound of flesh cracking and throat being drilled. After waiting for a few more moments, the iron crutch collapsed with a bang. That was Yanling's last throwing knife! Now, he held her hand and didn't speak.

He opened his eyes and saw the branches of flowers swaying in the starlight. It was quiet and windy.

"We won?" She asked slowly, in a bitter voice.

"Yes, won." He replied, bitterly too.