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He has black clothes and black hair, jade-faced starry eyes, and outstanding demeanor, which is exactly what she imagined a teenager to look like when he grows up.

The person with her young face bowed his head slightly, his eyes calm and cold as the deepest pool of water, bottomless. He asked her to die in the most polite and gentle tone.

This isn't her teenager!

Su Jia was suddenly shocked and wanted to take a step back, but he hit the trunk of the tree and said in a deep voice: "I don't want to die." ”

"Huh?" The young man looked at her playfully, "Your apologies are too fragile, aren't they?" That's it, still expect him to forgive you? ”

"I came to apologize to Puyang, but I never intended to die." Death was never in Su Jia's plan, she cherished her life and would not die lightly. In order to survive, she even begged him to save her, "Please save me." ”

The young man was silent, looking at her with his arms crossed, as if he was watching from the wall.

Su Jia stared at him until the approaching light of the fire had burned her cheeks, her hair curled in the heat, giving off a burnt smell, and her breathing was even more unstoppable, and she was finally convinced that he would not save herself.

She reached into her arms, took out a small piece of cardboard, and handed it to the young man: "Can you please bring this to him?" Take it to the place where he died. She hid all her belongings in Zhoujiazhuang, Qishui County, but brought this one. After a lot of upheaval, after several inspections, it was finally preserved intact at this moment.

He said that Puyang was dead, and if nothing else, she would die too. But she still owes Puyang an apology, and she can't say it to him in person. If there is a spirit in this world, can he understand what she means when he sees this?

Puyang, Su Jia is here for you after all.

The young man lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, covering all the turbulent waves under his eyes. It was a three-inch photograph that had been molded, the only object around her that could prove her identity and origin - the background of the photo was a bustling commercial street, and there was a creative and unique poster standing next to the transparent window.

His shoulders moved slightly, and he reached out to grasp the corner of the photo, a little distracted.

The fire is approaching, and Su Jia is looking for a way to escape: Qingmei refuses to save her, but she doesn't want to give up and wait for death. Even if it is death, it is better to die in the midst of a breakthrough than to curl up in place and choke to death - in a fire, people are often not burned to death, but inhaled scorching smoke and dust, and suffocated to death.

At this moment, the young man in black suddenly moved. He took the photo from between her fingers, quickly clicked on Su Jia's acupoint, and tore off the corner of the black clothes and tightly covered her mouth and nose, carrying her who couldn't move to break through to the weaker part of the fire!

In the firelight and smoke barrier, he couldn't breathe well, and he couldn't even open his eyes, but his ears were extremely sensitive, accurately catching the beep sound of the surrounding flames devouring the trees, the swords collided with a sonorous rhyme, some people stepped on the ground and the dead grass and branches approached, and some people were inserted into their bodies by sharp blades, churning out a painful muffled hum.

Su Jia struggled to open his eyes, trying to see what was happening. But she was pointed at the acupoint by Qingmei, sometimes on her shoulder, sometimes in her arms, the angle is not very good, and she can't see it clearly.

The blurry images captured by Yu Guang made her understand that she and Qingmei were indeed caught in a premeditated siege, and that she was already a link in the trap, and at this time she became an out-and-out burden.

He is obviously the creator of this world, but he has no resistance in the face of the dangerous species he has created. Su Jia inexplicably felt that the reader's resentment towards the stepmother author could be turned into substance, for example, at this time, it was definitely because she had done too much evil and had a bad character.

Since she came to this world, she has not been very unlucky, but she has never been lucky. Now this fortune has implicated Qingmei - then again, why did he suddenly change his mind and save her?

While listening to the movement of the fight in horror, his heart seemed to jump out of his cavity; While speculating wildly about Qingmei's motives, he was suddenly grabbed in front of him with one hand, clinging to his tense body, only to feel that he backhanded back, and the gushing blood spilled all over his face.

Qingmei didn't stop even more, and saw that the cloth covering her face was soaked with blood, so she tore off her clothes and soaked them again, covering her mouth and nose. Still holding a sword in one hand, he rushed out of the encirclement with her in the other.

The wet cloth made her breathing much easier, and the burning sensation in her nose was greatly lessened, but the smell of blood continued to irritate her nerves, reminding her that her face was covered in blood—and even some of the blood entered her closed lips during the movement. She spasmed uncontrollably twice, almost vomiting, and was forcibly held back by her, only a dry grunt in her throat.

Aomei's galloping footsteps paused, put her down and looked, realizing that she had clicked her dumb hole, and she couldn't express whether she was good or bad. Seeing her gesture with her eyes, it was clear that she told him not to care about these little things and break through as soon as possible. He picked her up again, patted her twice on the back, and when she stopped guttering, he carried her on his back and rushed towards the weaker part of the fire.

For this interception, Mao spent a lot of effort, except for the killers hidden in the blazing fire, there was a slightly weaker fire, and a large group of people were ambushed. Knowing that there is no way to live ahead, you still have to hit your head or you will suffocate in the fire. The sinister intentions of the Mao brothers are obvious.

If Qingmei killed Su Jia and escaped alone, only the people of my hall were afraid that their efforts would be in vain, and they would still not be able to keep him. But he actually brought Su Jia with him, don't say that Su Jia doesn't understand, even the hairy hands and feet guarding the periphery of the fire don't feel speechless: "This plan...... It was done?! ”

Using this appearance to disturb his mind and contain his whereabouts was a strategy set by Mao's hands, and it never worked in ten years, and he never gave up. Today's situation made him feel that this plan was effective, but a chill arose in his heart for no reason - this Zhou Fangniang, is it really Zhou Fangniang?

The incident of Zhoujiazhuang that day was quite strange in hindsight. Just because this woman looks like the person they are looking for, they did not kill the killer, but spared her life. But this time, why did she get a different treatment? Isn't it, she is the one who has been waiting for ten years - the real Su Jia?!

As soon as he thought of this, Mao Shou broke out in a cold sweat, and Mao Foot asked him strangely: "Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

The two brothers have always been inseparable and have the same heart, so Mao Shou told him his concerns. After listening to this, Mao Foot smiled and said: "I've always been stupid and don't want to use my brain, you are the smart one." But this time you're thinking about it too—you just think about how old she was ten years ago. ”

This Zhou Fangniang is only in her teenage years, and if she pushes forward ten years, she can be about ten years old, she is still a child, what can she understand? Even the person they intercepted and killed was only a teenager, but his living environment and knowledge made him extremely precocious, and he could not be compared with an ordinary teenager.

Ten years ago, how did Zhou Fangniang, who was ignorant and ignorant, give birth to a twenty-year-old face, which has been remembered by that person to this day?

was reminded by his younger brother, Mao Shou realized that he was thinking badly, and said with a smile: "You are right...... Or did you remind me that if I look for someone in the future, I can't be at this age anymore. "It's time to look for a woman in her thirties.

In the past ten years, he has been fighting wits and courage with that person, looking for this girl in his spare time, and carefully training him, he has almost forgotten the passage of time, and the former boy has grown into a young man, and the person he is thinking about should naturally grow old with it.

Mao Foot was praised by his brother, and couldn't help but be complacent, and the two of them said a few more words, then they still turned their heads to stare at the figure fighting in the fire, signaling the ambush people to cheer up, constantly join the battle group, and drag the man with wheel tactics.

The fire at the edge of the encirclement weakened, but the scorching smoke and dust increased, obscuring the view and making it more difficult to counterattack. Standing on a high place, Mao Shou took advantage of the terrain to see the chaos below clearly, and constantly let out a long howl to command the killer to approach, attacking the cumbersome young man from various tricky angles.

The young man's sword was in his hand, like lightning, firmly protecting himself and the girl on his back. He was already known for his fast sword, and now he can be among the top in the world. Such a fast swordsmanship...... but not a single person was killed.

The killers around him were badly wounded, either falling to the ground, or barely holding back to retreat, and after a short rest, they came back, but none of them actually died.

Su Jia also noticed this, and something flashed in her mind in the chaos, but she couldn't grasp it, so she could only lie on his back like a log, close her eyes, and avoid the constant splash of blood.

The slaughter lasted for a day and a night.

When the two finally broke through, it was already early the next morning. Seeing that the losses had exceeded the expected range, the two brothers declared the interception and killing a failure, and the officers and soldiers of Jiangxia County received a report that there were thieves outside the city who set fire to kill people, and ordered all the soldiers and horses to come to check. "Weiwotang" was unwilling to oppose the imperial court and had to avoid the edge for the time being.

Walking on the ground full of smoke and dust, the young man led Su Jia out of the sea of fire and walked out of the woods that had been burned to ashes by the fire. He untied Su Jia's acupoint, no longer looked at her, and strode towards the stream not far away.

Su Jia chased after them, and they washed away the bloody scabs and dust on their faces with clear stream water, revealing their clear faces. But the clothes couldn't be changed, so they had to let it be sticky and greasy.

Qingmei carefully scrubbed the long sword in his hand, and at this point Su Jia finally saw it clearly-the sword body covered with rhombic patterns, and the wrong golden seal characters in the sword grid—it was Puyang's blade. Even these two things fell into the hands of Qingmei...... Her teenager is dead.

The smoke and dust almost destroyed her throat, she coughed for a while, took two sips of water from the stream, the burning pain in her chest subsided slightly, and asked in a dumb voice, "Do you know where he is buried?" Since she didn't die, she should go to Puyang's tomb in person to apologize.

"Do you think he will have a place to be buried when he dies?" In a word, once again broke the little will she had accumulated so hard.

The sadness that she deliberately ignored in the danger came rushing in, and she had thought of the phrase "Puyang is dead" several times before, but it was only at this moment that she really realized the meaning.

Stunned for a moment, she buried her head in her hands, crying silently, her shoulders shaking violently, like withered leaves in the autumn wind.

The young man ignored her and quietly wiped his sword. A quarter of an hour later, she wiped away her tears and asked him again, "Where did he die?" "The gaze is fierce like never before.

There was malice in the young man's heart, and he suddenly wanted to see her heart collapse and self-esteem lost. So he said slowly, "Please." Ask me, and I will take you. ”

He wanted to see how far she could go for the sake of the dead teenager.

Can mortals imagine the cries of the creator gods?

The young man looked at the woman who had created this world, first with anger, and then with a loss of clarity in her eyes, she fell at his feet and whispered in the most humble of tones, "Please." I beg you, take me there. ”