"Sister won't, yes...... Xiao Yun'er...... My sister won't leave you......" Yin Xueli also burst into tears, but she still comforted her younger brother who was several years younger than herself as a big sister and in a tone, she hugged Lu Qingyun, and originally wanted to say more comforting words, as if she had done it repeatedly, but when she inadvertently glanced up at Yinchen, saw the side face of the sixteen-year-old boy who was more like an elder to her, and saw his pale and pious side face like a jade statue under the light of the oil lamp in the cell, she couldn't say a word anymore. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On that side face, a diamond version of the teardrop was clearly crossed.

The teardrop was not crystal clear, but so dazzling that Yin Xueli felt stinging in her eyes.

In that teardrop, there are many annihilating sorrows, how many humble expectations, how many memories that cannot be faded forever, and even the short life of another flower girl, the memories like a smile, the perseverance of advancing and retreating together, the promise of life and death, and the sadness after the promise is broken, and the cruel farewell of a boy to the beautiful past.

The hot and heavy emotions buried in that teardrop made Yin Xueli tremble.

"Sister, I swear I won't make a mistake again......" Silver Dust stared at the mottled walls of the prison, and the silver gaze had penetrated the walls to the void called Heaven. Lu Qingyun suppressed his cry, quietly enjoying his sister's warm embrace comparable to his mother's, like a coquettish little beast, but completely ignoring the smell of blood on his body - a young man as soft as a young beast, a few seconds ago, he slashed three jailers to death like a fierce ghost.

Sakura Shixuan and Wen Qingsong appeared at the door of the cell at this moment, and they had no time to do anything. Lu Qingyun supported Yin Xueli and walked out of the open cell door behind Yinchen and appeared on the long corridor. Yin Xueli only saw at this time that the end of the road was actually shining with the luster of flames.

She opened her mouth, wanting Wen Qingsong or someone to release the girls in the other cells, but she denied this idea in an instant, her eyes swept over Lu Qingyu, Wen Qingsong, and Yinchen, and she didn't have the courage to speak, telling them to do such a dangerous and time-delaying thing.

She could only pray at the moment, praying to any evil gods and monsters in heaven and earth, praying that their group could escape smoothly from this prison comparable to the underworld, and no matter what price she was asked to pay, she was willing.

Sakura Shixuan retracted the breath of his whole body, sneakily huddled in a shadow that could not be illuminated by an oil lamp, and carefully observed Yin Xueli. He could see the joy in the eyes of the good-looking girl, the mixture of worry and piety, and the complex and incomprehensible look made her look even more strangely charming. Ying Shixuan looked at her snow-white neck and blown-out face, watched her gently pat Lu Qingyun's shoulder regardless of male and female defense, and looked at her tacit understanding and emotion when Wen Qingsong looked at each other and smiled, and couldn't help but feel a little stupid. It's not that Sakura Shixuan hasn't seen a girl's first brother, but he is in the Demon Pavilion, in the Black Mountain Villa, it is absolutely difficult to meet such an innocent and intrinsic charm girl. The girls he had seen, the girls he had pampered, were either abyssally filthy hidden under the gentle surface, or a soul that was even more fierce and fierce than men was blocked under the weak exterior, and the rest were superficial people who completely regarded themselves as a skin and flesh toy to be ravaged by men, and had no shame at all. He admits that he has seen and touched many women, but he has only understood women's bodies, never women's hearts, and all the women he has seen have only bodies, not hearts.

The women around him either hide their hearts in places where others can't find them, or throw their hearts in places where they can't find themselves. Only Yin Xueli, this righteous girl who is completely different from all evil women, made Sakura Shixuan discover the opportunity to dissolve the girl's soul for the first time, and it was also the first girl with a soul he found.

Her aura deeply attracted Ying Shixuan, and at the same time attracted Wen Qingsong, and even Yinchen, only Lu Qingyun was not attracted, because this little guy was only interested in girls who were younger than him like all the "knowledgeable" men in this world, because this boy who had not grown up himself had not fully understood what girls were used for, and he was still immersed in the passion of swordsmanship and chivalry.

Sakura Shixuan hid to the side like this, silently paying attention to her, and he could feel that a light seemed to light up in his heart, as if a divine sun rose from the sea of blood. As an evil demon, he has always taken the evil of the world as his code of action, robbing beautiful girls when he sees them, throwing them away when he gets tired of playing, occupying good things when he sees them, and killing people who don't please his eyes. His life, his survival, was like a failure like Wei Wuliang. In addition to killing and calculating people, that is, being killed by people and being calculated, in his entire life in the past, there was only an endless sea of blood, just like the Gangfeng that he had truly cultivated, it had always been dark purple red like blood condensation.

And now, he met a girl he didn't want to kill, he didn't want to rob, he didn't want to throw it when he got tired of playing, this girl was once his captive, this girl had a strong ally who almost killed him, this girl was in his most painful and desperate body, desperate, and even willing to sacrifice herself to intercede for him, to the bastard of Beichenxing! Sakura Shixuan actually planned for a long time, and confessed to Beichen Xing in the first second he saw his master, he was a demon, he was an evil demon, and he never knew what was wrong with being ungrateful. He had already planned it, and in the day he was ready to escape from the cage, he had already figured out everything, it was necessary to take the girl to see the master, but the master would cherish the rest of the girls.

Sakura knew that such an idea was ridiculous and strange, but he just couldn't control himself from thinking like this. He didn't know if it was a so-called relationship between men and women, and he didn't need to know. As a demon, he only knew that he wanted this girl, and that was enough.

Sakura Shixuan hid in the shadows, "calmly" observing the reunion of the three people, and he found that the silver-haired boy had turned around, leaving Yin Xueli with the back of his head full of long silver hair, and he found that the silver-haired boy's hand suddenly appeared red light.

Sakura suddenly clenched the short axe in his hand and flashed out of the shadows. Yin Xueli simply exclaimed, as if she had just discovered his existence: "Childe, are you here too?"

The black eyes with a touch of blue-green were full of decisive battle intent, and the blood-red wind had leaked out of the tattered cuffs and slowly coiled around his broad and majestic body. In front of him, from the exit of the road, a person slowly walked over, a single man with two swords, but slowly advancing like a high wall. Yin Xueli and the others also saw the old man, and Lu Qingyun's hand quickly climbed up to the hilt of the knife, and his palms were full of fine sweat. Wen Qingsong pretended to snort easily, untied a sword as sharp and soft as a short whip from his waist, handed it to Yin Xueli, took off the big axe on his back, put it in his hand and gently checked it. These two people protected Yin Xueli in the middle, one left and one right.

Yin Xueli looked at the people who were slowly walking over on the other side of the road, and quietly took a step back. With this step, she and the three men who wanted to protect her were just incorporated into a diamond-shaped formation, and at the same time, she slowly mobilized the vitality in her body to emit the scorching wind that she had cultivated so hard.

"Ladies and gentlemen, no matter what the strength of that person is, we can use military strength to break it. The girl's voice was still soft, but her tone was more sonorous and powerful than that of the man. Yes, what about the masters of the Convergence Dao, one is not three, not to mention four people? Yin Xueli's words made Lu Qingyun, who was originally a little nervous, and Wen Qingsong feel a little relieved, but it completely ignited Ying Shixuan's fighting spirit. "Three, please try to cooperate with me as much as possible!" Sakura Shixuan couldn't care less about saying the word "please" that only righteous people would use, and he even suddenly urged the "Revenant Soul Killing Dafa" with a little excitement , The dark blood-red Gangfeng exploded all at once, engulfing Wen Qingsong, Lu Qingyun and Yin Xueli's Gangfeng, and the Gangfeng of the four people fused together, turning into a bright blood-red, not large-scale whirlwind, this whirlwind does not seem to have the strong aggressive aura of the big master, but it is far more "hard" than the Gangfeng triggered by one person.

Sakura was already planning to charge, he opened his mouth, ready to shout the order, so that the four of them could coordinate and rush to the approaching old man, gathering the strength of the army and striking a blow. Sakura Shixuan is confident that he is a Yuanying master, and he does not dare to accept it, and he is only a Hedao cultivator for the top egg.

However, the next second, he opened his mouth in despair and stared blankly behind the old man.

Full, densely packed with iron armor and spears, gathered less than five meters behind the old man, it looked like the old man leading a well-groomed honor guard. These ironclad soldiers are not jailers, they are not guards here. It was the regular army of the northern country transferred from the Wuli Garrison outside the city.

The regular army of the Northern Tartars finally entered the city.

Sakura didn't know how many of those people there were, and there was no need to know. He only knew that there were four people on his side, and even if he used his strength to eat, he would not be able to rush out of here. Sakura Shixuan had long known that behind the four of them was a thick stone wall, which could not be broken by the masters of the road (the earth and stone building is considered to be an earth attribute, and it is extremely restrained against Gangfeng). They were flanked by cells next to each other, and they had nowhere to go except the corridor in front of them, which was crowded with enemies.

Whether in terms of numbers or high-end combat power, they are in a disadvantageous position with no chance of winning.

"Little cubs, there is no one in this world who can play your Grandpa Liu without paying a price!" The old man who had been sealed by the Great Swastika Seal of Silver Dust for a minute, the old man who should have slept on the wooden chair in the prophecy, and the old guy who still had a bunch of keys hanging on his waist were approaching them step by step with the most ferocious posture at this moment. Behind him, the fierce and quiet followed the almost endless chainmail warriors, although everyone was only in the Peiyuan realm, but while they completely blocked the passage, they also supported each other to discharge a huge and incomparable military force, it was not the Shemo Liuhe Array, the Seven Seas, but the number of people required to be more than 30, only the two imperial courts in the north and south could grasp the large military force. The people who make up this kind of military situation are all veterans who know that their talents are not good and there is no hope of breakthrough, so they have spent decades of hard work and their comrades to hone their military strength, they walk steadily, and the style of their bodies has almost faded away all their personal characteristics, and they are completely integrated with their comrades-in-arms on the left and right, no matter 30 people, 300 people, for Yin Xueli they are all one person, a completely invincible whole. In terms of cooperation, such an army can even win more with less, not to mention the four Yin Xueli who are far less numerous than them can be easily eliminated.

When Sakura Shixuan saw this scene, his heart was desperate, but at the same time, he felt the calm and unshakable battle intent in the three winds that merged with him. He hesitated, but the people around him did not hesitate in the slightest. Wen Qingsong, Lu Qingyun and Yin Xueli, in such a desperate scene, there is no despair, only enlightenment.

"This son, no matter what kind of person you are, no matter what kind of person you are, no matter what is right or evil, you are all a citizen of the empire after all. Now that the northerners are rampant, we can be loyal to the empire, which can be regarded as a feat. As if seeing Sakura Shixuan's hesitation, Yin Xueli softly dissuaded. Her words inadvertently aroused the little bit of yearning for righteousness in the deepest part of Sakura Shixuan's soul, or the holy light in the essence of his life, a trace of integrity. "Girl, don't worry about me. Childe, I live in the Demon Dao, and it is also due to fate, in this world, what man does not want to be the righteous path hero praised by everyone!" Sakura Shixuan squeezed out such a sentence from between his teeth, and the wind on his body suddenly became stronger. He bent down slightly, and his dark blue eyes emitted a wolf-like light, staring at the old man who approached.

"Listen to me!" he shouted.

"Come on!" Wen Qingsong's voice was full of generous determination to die.

"Come on!" Lu Qingyun's voice trembled slightly, after all, he was a sixteen-year-old child, and he was a little frightened in the face of death, but his performance was much stronger than the adults in the world who sold their country for glory and their ancestors for survival.

"Order!" Yin Xueli shook her wrist in a dashing manner, and the three-foot soft sword let out a crisp chirp. (To be continued.) )