However, there are good and bad things about love. Good love makes people shine brightly, like crystals; Bad love makes people look like a terrible black hole. At this time, within dozens of miles, the love in the heavy rain only existed in Yanling and Fu Jiezi. Yanling was attached to the horse with her head bowed in the rain, her appearance was sad and lonely, and she fell out of love. She fell in love with a man, maybe she shouldn't have liked this man in the first place, but whether she should or not, she liked it, and no one knows exactly when she started this relationship?

From what moment, it doesn't matter at all. No one knows the weight of her love. Because others don't know the risk she took for this, even Fu Jiezi didn't know. She let go of her hand and let the wind and rain drench her, believing in the reins! Her back was heavy. She doesn't regret it.

The wind has no direction, and neither does she, and she should know the price that will be paid! The wind and clouds surged, the sea of clouds changed shape, and the terraced clouds in the distance accelerated towards the top of the mountain, gathering more and more, and the sunlight shone brightly through the clouds, which was unrealistically beautiful.

The horse neighed, and Fu Jiezi grabbed the reins sharply. He stopped in the middle of the road and lowered his head as well.

He had already made up his mind to leave the special forces and didn't want to go to Loulan. Tired of the bloody slaughter, he was determined to live a free life. In this plan to hunt down the "Shaman", he is a pawn out of control. However, the independent chess pieces will have their own thoughts. He was thinking. After thinking about it a lot, the first thing he thought of must be Yanling!

Since he is not the executor of the special forces, then Yanling is not his enemy either. Not an enemy, what is that? Friend? Travelling companion? Chum? Lover? He really didn't want to leave Yanling, and he couldn't tell when this feeling began?

A voice told him that if he did not leave Yanling, he had to carry out his plan and continue to fight the ambushed pursuers until the "Shaman Saintess" was lured out. Another inner voice asked, why does giving up the plan mean giving up on her? Yanling said that she went to the grassland to spend the windy days! Fu Jiezi was very excited. But he also felt very embarrassed. The vast white mist slowly surged from all sides.

One person and one ride, silently immersed in the fog, time seemed to stand still.

Fu Jiezi wanted to get out of this morning and get out of the dangers that came with it. He suddenly realized that even if he was not in danger, Yanling must be! She is the person of the "shaman", and if he does not follow her, others will still follow her at all costs until they kill her!

For example, special detachments. For example, the silkworm protection "Black Eagle Brigade". He seemed to hear the "whoosh" cold knife wind! The sword wind made him tremble. His hand shook and tightened the reins, and the horse leaped and neighed, as if to ask him, where are you going? He pulled the horse by the neck and told it its direction. There is only one direction, where there are wild goose feathers!

When Fu Jiezi turned the horse's head, the fate of this escape was already sealed. He was fast, and once he decided to start chasing her, his captain's talent came into play. In terms of astuteness, he's certainly the best in the business. Although the fog had not yet cleared, his intuition was accurate, and it didn't take long for him to discern a vague figure in front of him, Yanling on a horse!

Fu Jiezi was a little excited...... He looked at Yanling's dejected back and knew that she was suffering for parting.

He was chasing her, trying to pick up the interrupted journey.

He's not the same person he used to be! So this time the tracking became simple: he was not controlled by special forces, and he did not care about the "shamanic saints"! For his own sake, he didn't leave a strip of yellow cloth behind him. He slowed down the horse's hooves and quietly followed behind Yanling.

Approaching ...... So, the two black dots were approaching, and the people who had been separated were in the same way. When they got back together, it was easy. Because, there must be some eyes secretly watching them, including the "Black Eagle Brigade". Since the "Black Eagle Brigade" is like an eagle, the spies they send out will also be as sharp as an eagle. Fu Jiezi's full attention was on Yan Ling. He followed from a distance, and saw Yanling with her head down and rode her horse into a pine forest, where the fog was even thicker, as if it was the source of the fog. Fu Jiezi got off the horse and slowly followed with the reins.

The pine branches are tall and dense, and the thick fog condenses overhead, covering the pine shoots. When he reached the depths of the forest, he found that the pine forest was so deep that it seemed to have no end. He saw the figure of Yanling, who had also dismounted and sat there to rest. She turned her back to him, still melancholy. Fu Jiezi stopped and looked at her stupidly, and whenever he saw her, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She said lightly, "You're back?" Fu Jiezi walked out slowly and approached her. Yes, I'm back, and I can't bear you. He said firmly.

"Aren't you a horse stepping on a swift swallow?" "The horse steps on the Feiyan, and sometimes it stops." Will it really stop? "Stop, just for one person......" Fu Jiezi looked at her and said sincerely.

He saw tears in Yanling's eyes! He reached over her and cupped her face. As soon as she was touched by his hand, her tears rolled down, as if she was releasing too much pressure for too long.

Fu Jiezi gently wiped away her tears. "You shouldn't have come back." She sighed. "When I come back, I won't regret it......" Fu Jiezi said emotionally. He had a lot to say to her, and a lot of things he wanted to do with her. But he didn't want to say anything for the time being, just hugged her and asked her to put her face in his arms! Her face was hot, and he stroked her sideburns, neck, and back, trying to calm her down and feel at ease. He thought about their future. It was a free, steppe pastoral day. Like a song, a song of happiness. He heard the song of the wind in the pine forest, tossing like a wave in the distance! He didn't move, his eyes closed quietly.

The mist was stirred up and gradually rushed over them. The wind is terrible, whistling by! Yanling's body tensed, and she left him, listening with her ears sideways. Fu Jiezi also raised his eyes to look, but in the vast fog tide, he couldn't see anything clearly around the pine forest! He watched, suddenly came to his senses, and pulled out his knife with a "click". He grabbed Yanling and shouted, "Run!" Pulling her hand, he pulled his leg and ran!

"Whoosh" and "Whoosh" sounded, and two sharp objects broke through the fog layer and shot straight down from the top of the pine tops - two sharpened pine branches! Trembling and buzzing, staring at the back socket exposed by the two of them as they ran!

Dozens of terrifying black eagle warriors leaped quickly on the pine tops like eagles, like black knives gathered in the white mist! They whistled each other, echoed the contact, and formed a neat formation. They are agile, and with the help of the strong rebound of the pine branches, they have been pressed in the blink of an eye! This is the silkworm seed "Black Eagle Brigade" that hit Mrs. Maudun's plum blossom hard! Pairs of sharp, well-trained eagle-like eyes searched below. Through the drifting mist, two small figures could be seen running away, Fu Jiezi and Yan Ling.

They staggered, their clothes fluttering. A pair of eagle eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the sharp pines were also clenched. A black eagle warrior roared, kicked his feet, and the open black cloak was like eagle wings, even with pine branches, and he swooped down in the air through the mist! Hawkeye pressed on the two fleeing figures. The eagle's eyes narrowed, and the killing intent grew.

And Fu Jiezi ran, sensing the danger behind him, he pulled Yan Ling violently to the side. With a loud bang, the javelin grazed Yanling's arm, plunged deep into the soil, and shook violently! The black eagle warrior missed the blow, and immediately rebounded with his strength, disappearing into the fog above, as fast as a ghost. Fu Jiezi didn't dare to stop for a while, and pulled Yanling to continue running. There was the sound of the wind in his ears, and behind him was the sound of the shrill wind, the sound of "whooshing" breaking through the sky - the "flying eagles" attacked fiercely with javelins. The javelin "thump" thumped into the ground a step or two behind them. Fu Jiezi was desperate.

Covered by a thick fog, he couldn't see the "Black Eagle Brigade" at Songding, and he couldn't tell how they attacked. They were condescending and in complete control of the situation, and he couldn't fight back against them. In addition to fleeing for their lives, he and Yanling had no good way to deal with it.

Only then did he realize that the ambush of the "Black Eagle Brigade" was much more terrifying and deadly than the "Soul Eater Force".

If the "Soul Eater Force" relied on armor, broadswords, and shields to fight bravely, then the "Black Eagle Brigade" was even more ruthless and accurate. Before the battle, they were already invincible, like a group of butchers who stopped in the air - gods can stop in the air, and gods will not kill, the "Black Eagle Brigade" will kill! They simply treated them as playthings to be played with, and they swooped down from the sky like vultures again and again, and teased them. In the eyes of those eagles, they are dead! Fu Jiezi pulled Yanling and tried his best to dodge and ran according to the serpentine line.

What made him even more desperate was that the sea of pine was like a tide of fog, and there was no end! Unable to escape, the sharp javelins were always aimed at the back of their necks. Either one can pierce them both at any time! They ran on their legs, but they flew in the fog, and the pine branches could quickly catch up with or overtake them with a flick of the flick. "Whoosh"! Sure enough, a "black eagle" stabbed down with a javelin in front of them, blocking their way.

Fu Jiezi swung his knife and "snapped" to cut off the javelin that was forced to his chest. The black eagle warrior lost his support, rolled to the ground, and showed his waist sword. Fu Jiezi quickly swung his knife and cut the opponent down. But at this moment, they were already surrounded. A large number of "black eagles" chased them to the top of the pine around them and launched a large-scale dive! "Whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", the strange sound of piercing the air came and went, tearing the eardrum! Fu Jiezi and Yanling stood on their backs, gritting their teeth to meet the enemy. Fu Jiezi took off the bow and arrow, and Yan Ling held the flying knife, which was the weapon of the two of them against the flying god of death! A black eagle pounced on Fu Jiezi. Fu Jiezi opened his bow and released the arrow, and there was a series of explosions, and the fast arrow drilled into the front end of the javelin, sinking deep into the chest of the black eagle warrior, knocking the man away! Another "black eagle" attacked Yanling.

Yan Ling listened attentively and raised her hand to put the knife. The knife whirled and swirled, forcing towards the Black Eagle, and the thin blade of the whistling blade swirled up against the smooth loose rod, cutting off several fingers holding the rod with a "bang", and then hitting the throat of the Black Eagle Samurai with a "bang".

The man spread his mutilated palm and floated in the air like a paper vulture with a broken thread. Blood sprayed, the blood of two "black eagles" who were killed at the same time. Sticky, fishy, stained with a snow-white fog, the morning was filled with the horror of death.

Fu Jiezi and Yan Ling blocked a wave of attacks, but there was no respite, and the attacks from all directions arrived in an instant, but they only had six arrows and only three flying knives! The arrows and knives were fired, and they did not die for a while. But there was a layer of other people's blood on his body. Taking advantage of the attack of the "Black Eagle Brigade" for a pause, Fu Jiezi pulled up Yanling and ran forward with all his might! The low eagle flight in the air, the rapid footsteps on the ground. The more Fu Jiezi runs, the softer his feet become, and so does Yanling. Both were bleeding and losing the strength to escape. The pine forest in front of me was layer by layer, and the dense fog dispersed and gathered, as if it would never be able to run away, as if it could not break free from this killing net!

Fu Jiezi gasped and suddenly stopped his feet. He let go of the goose, took the knife in hand, and slashed madly at the pine trees beside him—the pine trees fell one by one in the light of the knife, each one very thick, and made a loud noise when it fell. Fu Jiezi is like a crazy tree cutter, bending down and cutting it down quickly! His face was full of seriousness and anxiety, and he cut seriously, accurately, and ruthlessly, and with a knife, he killed one of them, and the coniferous pines that towered into the fog "creaked" and broke one after another.

Yan Ling ran low with a rattan stick, listening to Fu Jiezi chopping. She didn't have a surprised expression at all, on the contrary, she was anxious for Fu Jiezi, hoping that Fu Jiezi would cut faster. Fu Jiezi "brushed" and cut down a circle, like a pioneer, and Yan Ling followed behind.

He quickly cut a path through the pine forest, and after the last pine tree fell, a valley was revealed, and the sound of water sounded in his ears. Looking ahead, a waterfall rushes down 3,000 feet, which is suspected to be a magnificent scene of the Milky Way falling for nine days.

Fu Jiezi is very smart, and Yanling also understands what he means, this is the only way for the two of them to survive! The "Black Eagle Brigade" leaped over the pine trees, faster than them, and they couldn't outrun them. Therefore, the only way to stop them is to cut down the pine trees, which is the same as cutting a fire barrier in a forest. In the fog, the whistle rose again, and then, the eagle-like black shadow moved rapidly, pressing on this side.

Fu Jiezi put away the knife and slowly retreated to Yanling's side. He gasped for breath, sweat all over his forehead, and loose plasma sticking to it.

He and Yanling were back to back, and they were both frightened. He looked up, and Yanling listened. The black shadows quickly formed a circle, occupying the pine tips all around, crushing the pine tips into a chaotic noise, like a flock of bloodthirsty flying eagles crouching on a high place, shaking their wings and feathers.

A terrible silence followed. The two fugitives had no way to escape and were completely besieged to death.

It's so quiet that you can hear their own heartbeats! Fu Jiezi and Yan Ling were both strange, why didn't the "Black Eagle" warrior stop in the fog and attack immediately? After the two swords and arrows were fired, they were wounded and exhausted, and they were no longer able to resist. They were waiting to die.

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the end of the fog. Sharp, calm, presumptuous, all in one.

It's the waist knife that is cutting the pine tree "with a clatter". Fu Jiezi and Yan Ling understood, and the two of them invariably had a wry smile on their faces!

Yan Ling still said softly: "You don't regret it? Fu Jiezi said: "No regrets!" "I'm wrong about you!" She said.

"What?" Yanling slowly turned around and faced him, her smile poignant. "Now I believe that you have given me a true love!"

Fu Jiezi was moved. "We will never be apart again," he said. ”

Yanling's smile became more and more poignant, and she gently put her hand on his face. "Let me touch you again......" Fu Jiezi smiled: "The princess has a bad memory, she has touched it a few times, but she still can't remember?" Yan Ling persistently and slowly stroked each outline of his face.

Fu Jiezi didn't speak. Even a thousand words, or even if you tell a lot of secrets, you can't change the fate of the impending death! It's better to enjoy this moment, this last tenderness. Yanling's hand stopped. "It's quiet!" She muttered. Fu Jiezi also noticed the silence around him! There were no more loose debris falling from the fog end, and there was no sound. There is a cold killing intent brewing all around! He didn't want to look up, so he just stared at the Yan Ling in front of him. "It's the same as by the lake that night." He whispered.

"You haven't forgotten?" "We were so close that night." Yanling smiled, very sweet and beautiful. "We're going to change the wind......" she said. Yes," Fu Jiezi said with a smile, "together, floating freely ......."

If this can be done after death, what is there to fear in death! Fu Jiezi hugged her. Yan Ling pressed her face to him. Both were waiting.

That's the wind from hell that killed them both! It is also the free and ethereal wind that sends their souls to heaven!

The wind rose, the surrounding pine branches "rattle" wildly, and the "Black Eagle Brigade" was in luck, ready to use the elastic power of the pine branches to completely destroy the pair of infatuated men and women who were hugging each other! The wind was up—it was an even more eerie and powerful wind, and all the pine branches and leaves were rolled up, and all the sounds were disturbed! In the wind, there was a faint humming sound, like a flock of birds spinning like lightning in the air. Fu Jiezi and Yan Ling were both stunned, because they were so familiar with this humming sound......

They were retreating along the waterfall, and at that moment, the soles of their feet slipped, and first the wild goose was washed down by the stream, and the waterfall poured down the valley. Then he jumped himself and floated down the current......

Su Wu's envoy watched all this from a distance, smiled cruelly, and ordered his subordinates to release carrier pigeons, which flapped their wings and flew into the blue sky.

Chang Hui, Yuqian Jinyi Wei and Wei Tu Qi looked at all this, their eyes full of confusion. "Close! Go home. Su Wu shouted.

At this time, the stagecoach sent a silk silk, and Su Wu unfolded it to see that it was a poem written by General Li Ling:

Jiahui is rare to meet again, and three years is a thousand years. The river is long and long, and the thoughts are long. Looking at the sad wind from afar, I can't pay for wine. Pedestrians are nostalgic for the road, how can they comfort my sorrows? Unique Yingzhen wine, and the child knot.