Fish weaving (5)

The giant scythe was swept away, and it was slammed open.

The Yuweaving Sword was originally just a thin sword, and it never had the ability to fight so hard.

In the cold autumn, a man and a sword separated Simon from men and women.

Sword Path.

"Your opponent is me, and you're in a bit of a hurry. ”

Simon roared in shock.

"How dare you stop me!"

Sword Path.

"There is no dare, only enough. ”

actually has the courage to be a husband and a wife.

Therefore, Simon Jingtang could only clench his fists, and every pulse on his arm almost broke off the flesh and skin, whipping the men and women not far away, but he could not cross the human wall between them.

Mu Yurong finally stood up, and also used her graceful shoulders to support the dying man.

Mu Yurong no longer has the delicate atmosphere of the past, but is unquestionable.

"I'm leaving. ”

From beginning to end, those sparkling eyes did not look at Simon in shock, and from beginning to end, they all looked straight ahead.

Xue Qi in front.

"You want to go?"

Mu Yurong's beautiful eyes were cold and said.

"You want to stay?"

Xue Qidao.

"I don't stay. ”

Mu Yurong said.

"I won a victory for you, and I don't owe anything to Qinghualou. ”

This is a fact, a fact that even Xue Qi cannot deny.

"You didn't. ”

Mu Yurong no longer hesitated and said.

"So I'll leave now. ”

Xue Qi opened his mouth to block it.

"Wait. ”

Mu Yurong had a cool fire in her eyes, jerky and authentic.

"What do you want to do?"

Xue Qidao.

"You don't have much to do when you go out, even if you go back, I'm afraid you won't be with us. Some pieces of silver, or by your side, take them. ”

What this man said, this man did what he did, turned back into the sedan chair, and when he came out again, he carried a brown package in his hand, which was heavy, and it was enough for anyone to live outside for a month.

Ximen's shocked and resentful eyes didn't necessarily flinch even in front of Xue Qi, and he only listened to the roar.

"You are not allowed to go. ”

Xue Qi had already handed the silver to Mu Yurong's hands.

Xue Qi said.

"You don't belong to Qinghualou, as you said, you won a game for Qinghualou, in fact, it was Qinghua who owed you. ”

Along the way, Xue Qi has always been outside of everyone, and only once Jiang Yu went too far did he provoke a knife that broke the phase. Therefore, several people were silent about it, and they had heard some legends related to it, and they were a little distant in their hearts. But speaking like this really made Mu Yurong change her perception.

Mu Yurong didn't know what to say, Mu Yurong just supported him and walked towards Sang Molin.

No one stopped it, not even Lu Muqing.

He leaned on Mu Yurong's body, Fang Cai's dizziness was only temporary, and now he came back to his senses.

He muttered, so weak that even Mu Yurong beside him had to try his best to hear clearly.

"Why are you doing this for my sake. ”

Mu Yurong turned her head, looked at him, and suddenly smiled brightly.

"I don't care, I saved your life anyway. I don't care when I live, but when I die, I have the final say. ”

He said.

"But Simon ......"

Mu Yurong gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and said.

"When Ximen Jingtang can understand me, maybe he can still be friends. And now, I just want to leave. ”

Both of them staggered, but they stumbled away.

In this cold forest, snuggling up to each other will always make you warm.

They left, but the people in Sang Molin did not disperse.

The sky suddenly darkened, as if something else was going to happen.