Taking advantage of Yeluqi's distraction, Ling Yun pulled Zuo Chen out of his arms, and as soon as he turned his body to protect him behind him, the blood red over there, whether it was the Great Song people or the Khitan people, they were all red-eyed, and the wind was blowing so hard that even the sky changed color.

With his arms empty, Yeluqi's body followed, and his sharp gaze shot at Ling Yun and the person standing tightly behind him, even his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth coldly. Looking back at the subordinates who saved him, Yeluzan stood by his side and urged him to leave more than once, but he was unwilling, really unwilling to leave like this.

There are some things that he would rather destroy even if he can't get them, rather than leave him to someone else, even if he likes that person. Yeluqi coldly turned his gaze to Rui Yan, who was surrounded by a group of people, his eyes were stained with bloodthirsty coldness, madness, and he couldn't leave it to him.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone didn't have time to pay attention to him, his almost obsessive eyes glanced at Zuo Chen deeply, and then quickly hid his figure, approached Zuo Chen, and wanted to take him away like this, even Yeluzan didn't notice his disappearance, and wanted to be with him like this, looking for three years, loving for three years, and failing to understand his obsession, no one knew that he would wake up in the middle of the night when no one was missing that person.

No one knows, and no one needs to know, whether it's love or possession, whatever it is, he won't just let it go. What he can't get, others can't think of, it's always been like this, and this time will be no exception.

The sword in his hand under his persistent thoughts, crossed a flickering meteor, dazzling and charming but after the extreme of the gorgeous is his sadness, falling, when a meteor crosses it symbolizes the fall of a life, a thin layer of tears in his eyes, but the movements of his hands are more ruthless and decisive, his master once said to him when he taught him this set of swordsmanship, the sword must see blood and return, the sword must be broken.

No one can escape this mortal sword, because the person who holds the sword is not killing with the sword in his hand, but with his own heart, and he cannot use the sword to attack his heart until he is forced to do so, and he who hurts others will hurt himself.

Leaving only a faint afterimage, extreme speed, extreme love, but in the vicinity of the moment unconsciously closed his eyes, he was afraid, even if this sword was stabbed by the sword he used, even if the person who wanted to kill him was him, even if the person who wielded the sword was him, but he ...... Still couldn't bear to see that person, afraid to see his resentful eyes when he fell, afraid to see his pale cheeks, afraid to see his blood-spattered appearance, even if he didn't look at this last glance, maybe he would never see again, he didn't dare to open his eyes to see.

"Xiao Bai......."

"Cousin......."

Two heart-rending long whistles swept over the palace one after another, and a plain white figure left an afterimage in the air, and the extreme speed swept through, crossing a trace of crystal that could not be detected in the dark air.

However, none of this mattered, it didn't matter to Yeluqi, he couldn't see anything, he barely held up a thin slit, he could only see the stunned expression of the person, and other expressions finally appeared on the face that had never been indifferent, it was really beautiful, the black winged eyes were brewing hazy moisture, and the blue-green clothes were splashed with blood, just like the gorgeous red lotus by the pool on the day of the exchange of vows, the red and green were commensurate, and the sun was just right.

This time, it's time to go back to the past when we met, you are a swordsman who wanders the rivers and lakes, and I am a businessman full of nylon. Meet, know each other, you chant poetry and I do it right, sing about wine, life is geometric, you are still dressed in elegant green shirts that day?

There is nothing picturesque, there is no smile like a flower, I don't want to be in the conspiracy in the world, I just hope to be able to be like a blank paper for a lifetime with you, swimming with the mountains and rivers, quietly staying by your side, no one can get involved between us, the first emperor is not good, the wise words are not good, no one is good, this time I choose again, no longer want any throne, as long as I stay by your side.

No one will be able to get between us this time, although it is a little late, but this is fine, this is fine, at least ...... You're on my side.

A tall figure dressed in black staggered down without warning at the moment when his subordinates cheered, and the slender sword in his hand was still on the former's body, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell...... It's the price, the price of wielding this sword.

"Brother Wang."

The moment Yeluzan turned around, even he didn't know how to describe his mood at that time, the figure he had been following since he was a child, the tall person who could only let him see his back fell, and the person who had always been like a high mountain in his heart, tears flowed down involuntarily, standing there stupidly, even if he was caught by the enemy, he didn't react at all, and kept looking at the figure that fell to the ground.

Since he was a child, his mother has always admonished him and always asked him to take Brother Wang as an example, but he always laughed, because he knew what he wanted, his brother Wang was already omnipotent, and for him, Brother Wang was already an uncrowned king of Khitan. He is the only person in his heart who can make the Khitan stand up, and he doesn't want Brother Wang to think that he wants to fight for something, so as long as Brother Wang wants it, he will never grab it.

That man was like a god-like person in his heart, and he came down like this, why...... If you want to come down, why do you use that trick to catch the moon, why do you know that the bright moon in his eyes has always been just a phantom, and why do you have such persistence, why did you give up your people for a dream, Brother Wang, what is it for?

He couldn't help himself and fell to his knees decadently, and his bloodshot eyes began to sob softly, was it really worth it? Just for the sake of a man, give up everything you worked hard for in the first half of your life.

Regardless of whether the sword that blocked him around him would scratch his body, whether it was no longer dignified, whether it was neat or not, whether it was clean, he could not see anything, he could not see anything, there was only such a human figure in the eyes without focus, and the tall figure fell to the ground like that, without any sound, if it were not for the slightly undulating chest, no matter who would think he was dead.

Several guards around rushed up in an instant, surrounded the two of them in the middle, and the other black-clothed people were also in a mess because their master had fallen, and they were captured alive in a few moves, but the guards were embarrassed, and they didn't know what to do.

But no one dared to step forward and ask, whether it was their majesty, or the group of soldiers with red eyes and wearing armor on the side, hesitated for a moment, and several people looked at each other and closed their mouths in tacit understanding.

Blood, bright red blood, stained the silver-white armor red, mixed with a faint smell of rust, Ling Yun half-narrowed his eyes in a daze, and for the first time on his serious dark face showed a faint smile to his subordinates, he stiffly raised his hand to take something out of his hard and cold armor, and struggled but hung weakly to the ground.

Zuo Chen, who just hugged him, a tear flowed down his fair face, and his cold face was still with an unbelievable panic, looking at him, watching him hang his hand weakly, and a pale smile to him.

"Why...... Why? ”

"It's ...... I owe you ...... Ahem, it's really useless, my hands don't have much strength anymore, ahem...... Ahem, can you help me? ”

Ling Yun didn't look at his beautiful eyes, his godless eyes looked at the air in confusion and became more and more confused, his smile became more and more illusory, one hand grabbed Zuo Chen tightly, opened his lips silently, and repeated the mouth shape of helping me dryly.

Zuo Chen looked at him wordlessly, his elegant and slender hand was dyed with gorgeous red, and he poked into the inner pocket that Ling Yun was unable to penetrate just now, and turned out a small plain white Juanzi, a fine royal fabric, which was a faint warm yellow, just a glimpse of the color that could make people warm, and carefully put Juanzi in Ling Yun's hand, and under Ling Yun's gesture with his eyes, Zuo Chen carefully opened him and put him in his hand.

I also saw the content on the Juanzi that was stained with blood by Ling Yun's hand, which was written in two fonts, one was the beautiful and delicate Xiao Kai, and the other font was unstoppably sharp in the atmosphere.

Hei Yaoyao's eyes also became darker and deeper, Rui Yan who was standing on the side may not have seen the words on the Juanzi, but he saw it, and his heart was followed by a faint pain, the one written with Juanxiu Xiaokai was a poem, and at a glance he knew that it was from the hand of a woman, dignified and elegant.

Take me with long hair to my waist, can the general return? This gentleman is carefree, how can he expect the mountains and rivers to be bleak, the sky is broken, the twilight snow is white-headed, the spear is alone in the empty trench, the night evening blows through the corners of the painting, the evening visitors in the south of the Yangtze River, and the red rope knots the ends of the hair.

Waiting for Qing's long hair and waist, I will return to the dynasty in triumph, the past longitudinal horses are free, Gu is a young hero, the east capital is good, the West Lake is misty, the gun is bloody in all directions, the mountains and rivers are delicate, looking forward to joining hands to end the old, willing to be with the son.

As soon as he asked and answered, he could see that the words below were Ling Yun's notes, which were unstoppable youth, and it was not difficult to imagine the youth of a young hero and a pink beauty.

This gentleman is carefree, how can he expect this mountain and river to be bleak, but he can't look forward to the twilight snow white-headed old.

The woman who made him miss in his heart, whether it was true or false, in exchange for his momentary concern, whether it was fate or thought, it all dissipated and dissipated with their departure......

The raised eyes unexpectedly faced the person who was standing there in a daze, and said wisely, in the past, the horses were free, how could you expect that today you will be bound to the Heavenly Empire, that's it, that's it, it's over, just leave.