Inadvertently, three days passed in a hurry.

In the hazy night, Yan Shan and Meng Tian quietly walked out of the Mengfu, facing the slight cold wind, and headed towards the city gate.

After dawn, the sun shines on the earth, bringing a hint of warmth.

Yanshan and Meng Tian went out of the city gate, and instead of going east along the official road, they went south.

In a forest, thick tree trunks can be seen everywhere, and the tender green shoots are telling the story of spring.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian hid behind a big tree, holding their breath and waiting. As they left the city, they were targeted and followed all the way. Yan Shan had already noticed it, which led them here, they were enemies and not friends, and they must be eliminated.

Not long after, the two men in gray slowly walked into the forest, moving very carefully.

Suddenly, Meng Tian noticed an extremely faint trace of murderous aura, and when he looked sideways, he saw Yan Shan's eyes were cold, and his right hand was tightly holding the rusty long sword. Her mind was clear, but she was not ignorant, and instantly understood Yan Shan's intentions. However, Yan Shan has not recovered from his internal injuries at the moment, and if he forcibly does it with someone, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Meng Tian secretly thought to himself: It would be nice if I could get rid of these two people for Yanshan. No ifs, I can.

If you choose to believe, don't doubt. If you choose to share the suffering, you will bear it together. If you choose him, you have to do whatever it takes.

Meng Tian looked at Yan Shan, smiling, and stretched out his right hand to the rusty long sword.

Yan Shan's expression became complicated, and his eyes were full of unbearability and regret, as if to say: You can have a better choice, and there are some things that you don't have to bear.

However, Meng Tian's eyes were firm and resolute. I don't regret choosing it, I'm willing to take it all on.

Yan Shan gently let go of his right hand, with a strange expression, not knowing whether it was sad or happy.

Meng Tian smiled, and his right hand tightly grasped the rusty long sword.

Not long after, two gray-clothed men came to the tree where Yanshan and Meng Tian were hiding.

Yan Shan strolled out, smiled indifferently, and asked casually: "The two big men came from afar, I don't know what to see?"

The faces of the two changed suddenly, and they were at a loss for a while, and they were stunned in place.

Suddenly, a white shadow swept out from behind the tree, stepped forward, and swung a sword.

Before the two of them could come to their senses, the rusty sword had already slashed through their throats, and the sword sealed their throats, and the difference was not bad.

Heartless kendo is really extraordinary.

Meng Tian's right hand was trembling, and an inexplicable chill welled up in his heart. However, she still held the rusty sword tightly, stubborn and strong. The first time with a sword, the first time to kill, she did it, perfectly. She knew in her heart that this was the first time, but it would never be the last. Her expression was painful, and tears glistened in her eyes, but the tears never fell.

No comfort, no hugs. There are some things that you can only understand if you have experienced them. There are some knots that only you can untie.

Yan Shan looked at Meng Tian quietly, his expression calm, and he was looking forward to it.

After a long time, Meng Tian turned around, smiled, and said softly, "Let's go!" Although she was smiling, her palms were full of cold sweat.

Yan Shan nodded slightly, his eyes full of admiration. He stepped forward and took the hand of Qianqianyu.

Ten fingers clenched, and two figures, one green and one white, walked away.