In the middle of the stalemate, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the big tree on the shore, "Don't believe him! Feng Ming Gongzi is not dead!" but Wu Tiantong shouted with a "thorough bone", the dagger was illuminated by a torch nearby, and the blood on the blade was particularly eye-catching. "It's Guan Fei's death, you look at this, it's the dagger that Gongzi used to kill Guan Fei's reason!"

His tongue is cut and his words are slurred, but perhaps it is out of the nature of "his mouth is like a river", and that momentum is involuntarily willing to believe. Only Guan Sheng Li retorted: "Even the dagger capital is lost, you dare to say that Shen Fengming is still alive? If he is alive, you ask him to come out and take a look!"

"Then do you dare to ask Guan Feixu to come out and take a look!" Wu Tiantong shouted back, "Everyone heard it, he also admitted that this is Feng Ming Gongzi's dagger, Gongzi is going to assassinate Guan Feixu today, the blood on his dagger is not Guan Feisuo, and who is it? Can he still use the dagger to stab himself!"

"You ......" Guan Sheng knew that he was talking nonsense, but he didn't know how to tell for a while, after all, here and now, Guan Feixu really couldn't appear - more importantly, he himself didn't see Shen Fengming die at the hands of Guan Feixu. There are no loopholes in Wu Tiantong's words, but at the critical moment of subtle changes in the battle situation, the truth is the least important. Even if the people in the black bamboo were still skeptical in their hearts, they also regained more than half of their confidence, cheered up, and the sound of fighting was loud again.

Wu Tiantong's goal was achieved, and he grinned at Guan Sheng with a mouth with his front teeth falling out. The latter was so angry that he jumped closer to the tree where he was hiding. Wu Tiantong's strength was extremely weak, he didn't dare to fight directly, and wanted to find a place to hide, but after being seriously injured, his body really didn't obey the call, and when he moved slightly, he fell straight to the tree. Guan Sheng Kankan had already arrived nearby, and he raised his hand and hit the poisonous dust.

The poisonous dust suddenly dispersed - a strong wind blew on his face, and the poisonous dust rolled upside down, Guan Sheng was caught off guard and choked - he had already taken the antidote, but he was not afraid, but the soft mist turned into a hard object, like stone seed gravel, embedded in his face and skin, as if he had been hit by a highly poisonous hidden weapon, he screamed in pain, and then retreated.

It's not so much pain as it is fright. He didn't know the strange old man who suddenly appeared behind the tree, but this method—he saw that it should be a technique with the "Green Silk Dance" and "Ice Condensing Jue" all the way, and this person was of course a person in the middle of the mountain. Fortunately, this is He Xuan - not a person in the black bamboo who specializes in sneak attacks and plots - otherwise this trick will make him successful, where would Guan Sheng still have his life.

"Senior brother!" Yang Jing's eyes were sharp, and when he saw He Xuan suddenly leave the battle earlier, he guessed that he was going to deal with Guan Sheng, and followed him all the way, and hurriedly took action to protect him at this time. "Senior brother, this old man is Xie Fengde's senior brother, and it is not easy to deal with. Yang Jing was wary, "Let's be on the side!"

Heizhu's morale was high at this time, and He Xuan was not in a hurry, and it didn't hurt to fight with the two for a while. He glanced at Jinghui - she was dancing in the dust, where could the Gu worm get close to her, Guan Mo was alone and couldn't resist her, and gradually revealed his defeated appearance.

Wu Tiantong, who had escaped death, was sitting under the tree panting, unable to move at all, and neither side could help. Just shouted those few words, he couldn't explain to Jinghui or He Xuan in such a fight that Shen Fengming was really in danger, and he only hoped that okra could save him from the predicament.

Jinghui finally forced Guan Mo back to the central hinterland little by little, and suddenly dusted a little, pressed Guan Mo's shoulder, and shouted in a deep voice: "Are you still ready to continue in the Illusory Realm?"

Guan Mo only felt that the pressure on his shoulders was extremely heavy, and he still had to try to get rid of it, but Jinghui's words came out, as if he had been completely defeated, and he couldn't speak, and he couldn't refute it. Jinghui's shouting was like a stone falling to the ground, which caused everyone's ears to buzz for a while, and even the torches around him shook a few times. All the belligerents eased down, and Jinghui continued: "The poor nun has already converted to Buddhism, and he doesn't want to see more senseless killings. It is also the source of Yunmeng, if you are willing to surrender immediately, the poor nun should plead with the sect leader and will not hurt the lives of your fellow disciples. ”

Everyone in the Illusory Life Realm looked at each other, and they all looked at Guan Sheng on this side - Guan Mo couldn't speak, of course he could only look at him. Guan Sheng and Yang Jingyu were still fighting with He Xuan, and they didn't have the slightest chance of winning with the two enemies, both of them were out of breath, although they heard Jinghui shouting, they couldn't care about responding. Everyone lowered their swords for a while, and they all had the intention of retreating.

Victory and defeat were about to be distinguished, and suddenly a voice in the south laughed: "Dare to ask Shitai, which sect leader do you want to ask for?"

The people in the Black Bamboo haven't heard it yet, but Guan Mo, Guan Sheng and other people in the Illusory Life Realm all showed joy on their faces, and all the lower blades of the generals were raised. The strong wind was stirring, and Guan Fei had already jumped into the center, "If you are talking about Sect Master Shen-then I am afraid that you can only ask him below!"

Wu Tiantong was so shocked that he almost wanted to stand up. He didn't expect Guan Feizhi to return so quickly - he forgot that he came back from swimming, and he was looking for it while swimming, so he was slow, while Guan Feizhi walked on the shore and naturally came in a moment to carry light work. He didn't know if okra had caught up with him--Guan Fei's appearance, did it mean that Shen Fengming had really lost his life? More importantly--it was the lie that he had just said that Guan Fei's death was immediately self-defeating, how energetic the army of the black bamboo was, how much it was like falling into a deep valley at this time--The instantaneous morale of everyone on the field was reversed, I was afraid that it was ten times more than before--The confusion and disappointment of one's own side, the joy and joy of the enemy, one and the other, where can there be room for redemption!

He couldn't say anything more—whatever he said would only only increase his suspicions. Unless—unless Shen Fengming can still show up tonight. Otherwise, he Wu Tiantong's lie to save the scene, I am afraid that he will become the culprit of Heizhu's defeat tonight.

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Consciousness became clear as the ship shook. When you open your eyes, it's still dark.

Still fire, running water. A little light on the bow of the ship, and the murmuring of the rivers and lakes outboard.

Shen Fengming couldn't remember what had happened, and leaned on the stern of the boat in a daze, unconsciously realizing that his left hand was held in the air by a person.

He couldn't believe it—it was okra's shadow. She apparently hadn't noticed him waking up, and was intently and carefully wrapping his fingertips in long strips of thin silk.

The pain in his fingers woke up Shen Fengming's memory a little. Yes – Dance of the White Nights. It was the burn left on his fingertips by the Dance of the White Nights. He remembered that he had scratched Guan Feiyu's neck, and he remembered the force of his palm in the chest—but—and then? How did he get to the boat? How could okra be here?

But what does it matter. His gaze was on her face and hands like greed—she wrapped his fingers so carefully that they were so thin—that the slightest unevenness would have made her unsatisfied. He looked a little stupid, and the moment was as real as a dream—he hadn't even dreamed of it.

If it was on weekdays, he would keep looking at her without saying a word, and it would not be too late to tease her when he saw that she found out. It's a pity that tonight is not a weekday. He hadn't forgotten tonight—there were many others whose lives and deaths might still be on his hands.

"Okra. Knowing that opening his mouth would definitely make this gentleness disappear early, he still had to ask, "What's going on over there?"

The voice was still a little weak, but it was much better than before. Okra was stunned for a moment and looked up at him, "Y-why did you wake up?"

To his surprise—she wasn't so angry and ashamed as she always felt that she threw off his hand. She didn't even hide the surprise on her face. But the look of surprise faded, and a hint of worry returned to her brow. As if she remembered something, she muttered to herself, "Yes, now...... It's exactly the time of the day. ”

"What did you say?" Shen Fengming couldn't understand her reaction, and his free right hand propped up behind him, trying to sit up a little. With this movement, he realized that something was wrong with his body, from his chest to his limbs, and a feeling of annoyance contracted in his chest.

"How are you?" Okra leaned over when she saw his face change suddenly, "Isn't it...... Uncomfortable?"

"I ......" Shen Fengming didn't have time to say anything, and he didn't even have time to push her away, turning over and vomiting.

Okra has long been expected. At first, I had done the same - in the morning when the larvae died, I vomited a terrible smell of worm corpses. The difference is that at that time, the poison in his body has been eliminated, and eliminating the insect corpse is the last step, but Shen Fengming - even if he vomits out the insect corpse, he can't solve the toxicity. He would wake up suddenly under the poison in his body, and the only explanation—perhaps just the same as then—was that the rebirth power of the so-called demonic blood allowed him to wake up briefly every night.

"What's wrong with Feng Ming Gongzi?" Shi Zhijian and Ouyang Xin, who had left a little longer, were paddling, not daring to stop, and couldn't help but ask when they heard the movement at the stern.

Okra shook her hand at the two of them and did not answer. Shen Fengming leaned over and vomited for a long time, only to get better, of course, this time there was no need for okra to explain what had happened - the appearance of the larva and the feeling of the body were all familiar to him. Obviously, it was Guan Fei who gave him a "nether beat".

Something too similar happened again, and both he and she were suddenly a little speechless - even if this matter was enough to kill life and death again. Okra was silent, and when he calmed down, he wanted to wipe his mouth with the unused white silk in his hand, but Shen Fengming wiped his mouth and nose with his sleeve, took her white silk, and quickly wrapped it around her fingers that were not yet full.

"Is it the time of the day?" he asked.

Okra nodded. She wasn't sure if he seemed to be struggling to be conscious. What she remembered—even the pain when the Nether Lacewing larvae had released only a fraction of their poison, she couldn't bear it at all.

"Childe is fine. Ouyang Xin saw Shen Fengming sit down again from a distance, and seemed to be fine, and he let go of his heart a little, "Miss Qiu's flute sound is really extraordinary. ”

"Really?" Shen Fengming looked at okra, and for the first time there was a smile on his face.

"Why not, the flutes are broken several times. Shi Zhijian added on the side.

"You...... Is it really okay?" Okra didn't have the heart to smile, and her eyes turned red, "I...... I can only ...... That's all ...... can be done."

"It's fine. Shen Fengming stretched out his hand and wanted to caress her eyes, but the fingers were covered with white silk layer upon layer, which made him feel a little funny. He had no choice but to withdraw his hand and try to hold the stern of the boat—but he could not exert half the strength, and it was difficult to stand up at all.

He knew that he couldn't say "it's okay", so he could only lean back and ask her quietly, "Isn't there any news yet?"

The day before yesterday, several parties explained to each other that they attacked the three places of the Phantom Life Realm, the Qinglong Sect, and the Marquis of Jiangling, and whoever won and won would release a fireworks signal - Okra knew that the "news" that Shen Fengming said was asking if he had seen the signal. She could only shake her head. "Not yet. ”

"Nowhere to go?" Shen Fengming frowned, trying to sit up straighter, "How about Heizhu?"

"When I came, Black Bamboo had the upper hand, and right now- maybe I've taken the Phantom Realm. Okra tried to widen his heart.

Shen Fengming was so credulous: "You were there just now, but Guan Feizhi was not there, of course you have the upper hand, but now-it may not be." ”

"It's not because it's ......" okra almost blurted out. - Is it not because you didn't show up in time, or because you know that you are in danger of your life?

Shen Fengming smiled bitterly. Although okra didn't say anything, how could he not understand. "yes, not because of me. ...... I thought I'd be back with you soon, but I didn't expect you to come to me......"

Okra did not answer. If Shen Fengming is really destined in an instant, what is the meaning of those victories and defeats, or right or wrong?