Yang Jibai doesn't like the phrase "goodbye", and always feels that the person who said it will never see each other again, and the more you understate the goodbye, the worse it is, because when you can't see that person again, when you recall the last sentence between the two of you, you will find that it is actually two words as thin as paper, but it is like a proverb, or a meaningful goodbye. Then it will be more sad.

But tonight someone actually pressed his chest twice to say goodbye...... Or the same person.

How can such a person not die?

Can people who have just known each other for less than a day not use that kind of look to say two meaningful "goodbyes" in one night? It will make people feel a little sad and sad.

"Actually...... It's going to be sad......" Yang Jibai pressed his chest and whispered.

Through a white dress, there seems to be a delicate, girl's handprint on her chest, as if it is burned there, slowly ...... Burn...... Burn...... Burn...... Burned faintly...... ...... pain, "Alas, I regret it!" Yang Jibai jumped up.

He turned his head and ran along the ridge.

He ran so hard that he could even use his strength to feed, and he raised his head and spat out white vapor at the black and oppressive sky, and the storm and snow fell on his face.

I learned to strategize, I learned to kill 100,000 people with a wave of my hands, and I also thought that one day when I went out into battle, there should be at least 500 elite horsemen on the left and right as escorts.

So I didn't think about learning to run.

The gentleman also said that he always ran ugly, others were like predatory leopards, and he was like a porcupine...... Now he ran like this ugly, like a porcupine with his head held high, but fortunately, on this snowy night of murder, no one would come to the roof to see his ugly appearance.

Hurry up, hurry up...... How ugly it would be to run like this to save a woman and let her die!

He opened his mouth wide and sucked the snow into his lungs along with the wind and cold.

Yang Jibai: Faster!

Liang Tie flashed out, and Liang Mou turned around and drew his sword!

Yang Jibai finally saw that he was on the roof and Liang Mou was on the snow. After all, he still didn't run fast enough, and he hated missing the most, but he always missed.

"Kill!" Liang Tie and Liang Mou spat out the word at the same time.

Yang Jibai flew out of the roof, his sleeves spread out like flying wings, and chanted two words into the night sky, "Kill!"

Around him, the wind and snow rolled up and rose into the sky.

On the top of Liang Mou's head, the long knife fell, and the sound was like a ghost's roar.

She had lost so much blood that she couldn't hold her sword steadily. She staggered past the first stab of the cold iron, and the second slash could not be dodged, and she knelt in the snow and closed her eyes.

At this time, a strange feeling enveloped her whole body, and she suddenly became cold.

It was so cold that every drop of blood was about to clot, but instead of shivering, it felt unusually full.

The saber hovered silently above her head, unable to slash it off, and Ryotetsu had an expression of extreme surprise on his face. This was also his last expression, and the next moment, the fine ice lines quickly extended along the saber, from the tip to the blade, to the blade, to the hilt, to the hand, to the elbow, to the shoulder, to the face.

The look of surprise cracked, a sparkling white.

The man in white fell from heaven.

Instead of landing lightly, he stumbled and almost fell. This kind of jump is obviously not an easy thing for him to come.

"Goodbye, don't talk nonsense. Yang Jibai gasped and straightened up from the ugly stumble just now.

He stepped forward and waved his sleeves, and the cool iron was swept away by his thin sleeves...... Smash.

Liang Mou's eyes widened, watching the white clothes on Yang Jibai's body gradually reveal the color of the iron in the furnace, and the light became more and more scorching.

The white-clad man was reflected in crimson gold and walked up to her and met her eyes.

"You...... It's back. Liang Mou said, leaning forward slowly and closing his eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey! There are fierce tigers in front and chasing soldiers in the back! Liang Changshi, Liang Changshi! It's not yet time for a heart to fall back into the belly! Don't faint at this time! I can't carry you when you grow so tall!" Yang Jibai shouted in his ear.

Liang Mou didn't answer him, her last action was to hug Yang Jibai tightly, like a child hugging his mother.

I'm really tired, and now I don't have to be scared.

Yang Jibai patted Liang Mou's face and didn't wake her up. He laughed silently, wiped the blood on Liang Mou's face with his sleeve, and coldly turned his eyes around, his eyes flowing with a red golden light, "Borrowed." ”

The cool iron that surrounded them was illuminated by the pair of pupils, and their hearts went blank.

"Is that human?" everyone thought.

Liang Mou slowly opened his eyes, and the world gradually became clear from blur, this is a hut, with a black roof, and the air is filled with the fragrance of medicine.

She barely bred herself up and looked around, the sunlight streaming in through the only small window, shining on the small pots on the fire. Yang Jibai, dressed in white, squatted next to him, uncovered the lid of the medicine pot and blew inside.

"Are you awake?" Yang Ji didn't reply.

Liang Mou looked at his body, he was only wearing moon-white obscene clothes, his arms and shoulders were exposed, the almost bone-like knife wound on his back had been wrapped, and the bandage was tied in a beautiful knot around his waist.