"What are you doing?"

Weaving dreams didn't answer, in this square inch, the air pressure dropped suddenly, and the things scattered all over the place were already a little trembling and shaking, and the tent that had been tattered under the fight just now seemed to be unable to support it and was about to collapse.

"What are you doing? Self-immolation? Now I want to die, it's too late!

No matter what Weaving Dream is doing, it won't be a good thing after all, it looks like she can't bear the humiliation, and she is ready to break her meridians and die happily.

However, he hadn't played enough, how could he let her die so quickly.

Glowing waved her dagger, grazing her cheeks several times.

Seeing that he would be wrong, Weaving Dream sneered inexplicably and did not explain, but only said one sentence.

"Scared? You should have thought that would end like this. ”

Yingfu was a little annoyed, in the eighteen tribes of the Huns, no one dared to disobey him like this, no one would not be afraid of his cruelty, how dare this little girl?

He slammed the dagger into the shoulder of Weaving Dream, and threatened again: "Stop, you continue, this dagger will be aimed at your throat next time! It will cut your throat, so that you can't say a word, so that you will not be able to die for a while, and slowly endure the pain of dying! How can it be so easy to want to die?"

He was vicious, and it was a lie to say that it didn't hurt.

Weaving Meng's face turned a little pale in pain, she secretly took a breath of cold air, tried not to care about the pain from the wound, and bit her lip fiercely, the tip of her tongue smelled of blood, telling her to calm down a little more, and there was no trace of fear in the words she said.

“...... Whatever you want. ”

"Hah, if it falls into my hands, how can it be easy to die!"

The tent finally collapsed, and there was a gust of wind and snow, and Yingfu squinted and smiled, bright and innocent, and mercilessly pulled the dagger out of her shoulder and stabbed her in the throat.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the sound of unhurried footsteps sounded in the darkness, which seemed to be accompanied by a ghostly chuckle.

Weaving Dream felt that the laughter was very familiar, and the accumulated true qi was a little stagnant, and Ying Yu naturally heard it, and stopped his movements and turned his head to look aside.

I only heard the sound of a breaking wind coming through the snow, and after the blink of an eye, a warm liquid splashed on Weaving Dream's face, and her pupils dilated.

The person who was still frantically intimidating her didn't react herself, she only felt a chill on her neck, her eyes widened, and she just wanted to look down.

Suddenly, his head tilted, his head broke along the neck, and the bones rolled to the ground with two muffled sounds.

I didn't react until I died, what exactly died underneath.

In the wind and snow, only a familiar fan flew quickly, like a sharp blade.

After cutting off the head of the glow, it quickly returned to the master's hands.

A hand as white as jade grabbed the handle of its fan and took it in a dashing manner.

Weaving Dream was sprayed with blood splattered all over his body, and his nose was full of bloody breath, and what was happening in front of him was like an illusion.

In the blink of an eye, Ying's head fell off.

Such a terrifying scene, watched from such a close distance, she was also scared enough, the black fog in her eyes finally dissipated, she regained her clarity, and the true qi around her body also collapsed.

But the man had been standing in the shadows and had not come along.

“...... Is that you?"

She pushed away the corpse that was still clutching her shoulder, and slowly sat up on the ground, looking into the darkness beside her.

She called twice, and finally slowly came out of the darkness, holding a green bamboo paper umbrella in her hand, forty-eight purple bamboo umbrella bones, holding an umbrella that was undefeated in the wind and snow, and the jade-crowned fox fur was Rong Pian.

She looked down at the head on the ground, then at Rong Lian, and suddenly a little dazed.

"Well, it's me. ”

"You're ......"

"Kill. ”

The fan surface of the bone fan does not seem to be made of ordinary materials, and the hair-blown and broken blades are as sharp as the blades, but there is no blood.

Rong Lian took the pity and returned to a smiling appearance, and replied lightly: "How can the girl's family have so much blood on her hands, I'm different, the killing karma is too heavy, and it's not bad to add this life." ”

"You don't have to ......" There's no need to kill for her.

Rong Lian turned his back and stood with his hands on his back, facing a strange world, his voice faint.

"Nothing is unnecessary, I am from the rivers and lakes, I owe you a life, so I naturally want to pay you back. ”

He stood in the wind and snow, holding a purple bamboo paper umbrella, not wearing a sword, but he had a good scenery alone.

The tent collapsed, and the flames stained with wine burned even more, and the fire here grew bigger and bigger, causing a lot of confusion, and the Hun barracks lit up one by one, like a tide.

Listening to the steady stream of footsteps, Rong Lian turned around and stretched out his hand to Weaving Dreams, "Let's go." ”

Weaving Dream sat on the ground and looked at the snow-white palm in a daze, and his pitiful eyes seemed to sigh.

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Sure enough, he wanted to see her again.

It doesn't matter if she only sees another person in her eyes.

He stood outside the tent, quietly listening to her questioning, her pain, and watching her sneak into the night alone, just like the new moon of the year, walking a little ruthlessly.

followed her silently all the way in the wind and snow, neither supporting nor opposing.

Just looking at the knife wound left on her body, the scarlet was a little dazzling.

Looking at the accumulation of true qi all over her body, even if she didn't know what kind of move it was, she could detect that it was extremely dangerous.

If such a majestic true qi bursts in an instant, Yingfu will die, but she doesn't want to live.

I'd rather burn the jade than destroy it with the glow.

Such a woman, like a lotus flower with clear ripples, is temperamental after all, for one person, with a lonely courage that does not care about herself, how can people not be pitied?

He didn't want to watch her die calmly, he didn't want her to complete such a tragic funeral, he just wanted to watch everything she wanted to do silently, and now he finally killed Yingyu.

Since it was a dream weaving wish, he made it happen for her.

Although Weaving Dream probably won't know for the rest of his life, why did he make a move.

Qing must pity me, I pity Qing, the bright moon and the end of the world, there is no need to complain.

He doesn't have to be known by anyone, let alone spoken, he should be a person, and from beginning to end, he doesn't have to covet a place in the world.

I allowed myself to see her again, turn around and forget about her, and there will be no time in the future.

It's also a pity in my heart.

"Go back, Zhu'an is still waiting for you. ”

Dream Weaver reached out and gently put it on his fingertips. He held up a shelf behind him, slammed it into Glow's head, and manipulated all kinds of things to attack Glowglow's head without any gaps.

Ying's eyes were fixed on Weaving Dream, and he didn't look back and smashed the bookshelf that flew towards his head with a punch, and his knuckles were scratched by sawdust and bleeding a little, he didn't care, his brows didn't furrow, and then let something else smash him.

Bang bang.

He pinched her shoulders and sneered, "Heh, you should have known that these are not lethal to me at all, so let's save some effort." ”

Weaving Dream didn't care about his taunts, and was still focused on controlling foreign attacks, however, under the repeated attacks, the wounds left were only skin wounds.

Even if there was a wound on his body, stained with blood, Yingfu still had an indifferent look on his face.

He grew up in the wolf's den, and he was born with an unusual patience for pain, and such an attack was innocuous to him.

Dream Weaver stopped attacking, didn't look at Ying's confused look, just fell silent.

No matter how many things were smashed, they were all in vain and could not hurt his vital point.

What to do...... There must be a way to hurt Yingfu.

Absolutely.

By the way, if it doesn't work from the outside, then from the inside.

There is a formula in the Phantom Flower Divine Skill that can help her, but it is too ......

Seeing that there was no other way, she began to accumulate true qi in her body

As long as she poured her internal force into Yingyu's body in an instant, she would definitely be able to burst his meridians, and if she could bear so much true qi internal force that did not belong to her at once, she would definitely burst her meridians and die.

Going around is also like fate, and Master Hana used such a trick in the end.

Now, it's time for her.

The flowers are scattered, and the jade is burned

However, it is not too much of a loss to be able to pull Yingfu together.

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True Qi began to roll around her body, like a black cloud before a storm came into the air, the wind was surging, and there was a faint pressure flowing out of all directions.

Although there was no substantial damage to him for the time being, Glowing Confusion instinctively sensed that something was wrong and pointed a dagger at her.