Chapter Seventy-Five: Fate
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After a while, he finally raised his head again, Luo Tuo's gaze swept over the faces of the killers in front of him one by one, and finally, stopped on the face of the owner of the tea shop, and asked, "Since you want to kill me, why don't you do it, what are you waiting for?"
As his words fell, the killers finally moved.
The sword in Yang Xiaofeng's hand also moved at the same time, and when the killers rushed over, he also let go of Luo Qingxue and rushed over.
It seemed as if a gust of wind was blowing, and then everything came to an abrupt end.
It was as if the two sides had not yet exchanged hands, and the fighting suddenly stopped again.
Yang Xiaofeng was still standing in place, still hugging Luo Qingxue tightly with one arm. He obviously made a move just now, but it seemed like he hadn't made a move at all. And the killers also maintained the same posture as when they first started, but their bodies seemed to be fixed there, and they never moved for half a minute.
"Wind, he ...... What's wrong with them"?
Luo Qingxue looked at the strange scene in front of her and asked him with some horror.
She didn't understand what was going on, didn't the killers want to attack the two of her, why didn't they move again.
Yang Xiaofeng's face was full of tiredness, and he didn't reply, but just hugged her and slowly walked past the killers.
The owner of the tea shop watched the two of them walk in front of him blankly, there was only fear on his face, and he looked at Yang Xiaofeng as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Yang Xiaofeng and the others had slowly walked in front of him, but he could only watch, just standing quietly in place and doing nothing.
He could have made a move on Yang Xiaofeng, didn't he want to kill him, but ......
It's just that he doesn't have the courage to make a move at all.
Yang Xiaofeng hugged Luo Qingxue and slowly walked to the horse they were riding just now and stopped, then helped her to get on the horse, and said in a harmonious voice: "Let's go."
He himself, of course, got on another horse.
Luo Qingxue didn't ask anything more, and the two of them left slowly.
What about the killer?
Perhaps, they have been forgotten by Yang Xiaofeng.
A thick smell of blood suddenly filled the air, and although they had already walked away for a distance, the heavy bloody smell that drifted from the wind still blew on the faces of Yang Xiaofeng and the others. He suddenly felt a pang of discomfort in his stomach, as if he had eaten a dead mouse alive, his stomach was already cramping, and his throat was bitter.
Luo Qingxue couldn't help but retching violently.
"Hey, hey, haha......", and suddenly there was a strange laughter behind him. The owner of the tea shop smirked madly as if he had suddenly lost his mind. It's just that this laughter reached the ears of Yang Xiaofeng and the others, but it was many times worse than crying.
After a while, the owner of the tea shop finally stopped smirking, and slowly took out a dagger from his waist with trembling hands, but with a hint of relief in his sadness, he muttered to himself in an astringent voice: "Is it finally over?" If a killer can't kill his target, then he himself should die at the hands of the other party. Even if the other party disdains to kill him, what is the point of his life, and what qualifications does he have to continue to live. Killing and being killed, this is the killer's own choice, and it is also the fate that a killer can't escape."
He raised his head and took one last look at this complicated and prosperous world, and he seemed to be a little reluctant, and muttered: "Red dust, until now I realized that this world is so beautiful, but it's a pity that I chose the wrong ......path in my life."
By the time he had finished speaking, the dagger had pierced into his own heart, and another life had ended forever.
He struggled to turn around with the last bit of strength, and actually smiled at Yang Xiaofeng's back, and said, "Actually, I should thank you."
"Ah Xue, don't look back".
Luo Qingxue wanted to go back and take a look, but Yang Xiaofeng stopped her in time.
He didn't want all the sins of this world to defile her pure soul, and he didn't want her pure heart to leave any dark impurities, and all the wind and rain were enough for him to bear alone.
Let him carry all of it alone.
Luo Qingxue was very obedient and didn't look back, she knew his intentions, and she also understood what he was thinking.
She and him, although the two of them have not really been fully united, and they have not yet been blood-fed, but they have long been heart-to-heart.
He didn't look back at it himself, even if it was just a glance.
The two of them finally stopped and got on their horses and walked away slowly. A gust of wind blew, and the killers who were still standing just now seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, and suddenly fell down lightly.
As they fell to the ground, blood gushed out of each of their shoulders like a gushing spring, and without exception, each of them had their arms broken, and they all fainted in pain before they even had time to scream.
It was just a sword, Yang Xiaofeng only used one sword to cut off the shoulders of more than a dozen killers, but he finally saved their lives.
In fact, he can completely seal his throat with a sword, that way, it is easier.
There is still a long way to go to Orchid Gate, but Yang Xiaofeng doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and Luo Qingxue is certainly not in a hurry.
The two of them walked slowly like this. The scene he had just experienced suddenly made Yang Xiaofeng feel a deep sense of helplessness. Why, even if he would rather be injured himself, he never thought of hurting others, but today he ......
Perhaps, as the killer who pretended to be the owner of the tea shop said, everyone has a fate that cannot be escaped. However, whether fate chooses man, or man himself chooses fate!
Luo Qingxue suddenly found that he was not as strong as he had seen before. Hidden beneath his seemingly majestic exterior is actually a fragile heart that craves care and understanding.
At that moment, she asked softly with some concern, "Feng, are you okay?"
Yang Xiaofeng turned his head to look at her, and suddenly smiled relieved in her nervous and worried eyes. Perhaps, he thinks of himself as too great, but in fact, he is just an ordinary person who is too ordinary to be ordinary. Why think about it too much, it is enough to live a stable life with Neng Axue in this life.
Although he doesn't want to take the initiative to hurt others, he will never let the people around him be hurt in the slightest.
"Ah Xue, are you really not scared at all?"
Yang Xiaofeng suddenly asked very seriously: "Perhaps, in the days to come, situations like today may happen often, and the situation will even be ten times more dangerous than today."
Luo Qingxue smiled softly, this question actually didn't need to be answered, but she still had to say what was in her heart so that he could know.
"Feng, as long as I am with you, no matter what happens, I will not be afraid, because I know that you will definitely do your best to protect my ......."
She smiled and suddenly said playfully: "Of course, I'm not a vase, so I don't have to protect you when I encounter anything." In the same way, I will protect you".
Each has to protect the other, isn't this the meaning and value of her and his lives.
Perhaps, even Luo Qingxue himself doesn't know. In Yang Xiaofeng's heart, she is the reason why she has always supported him to be strong, because he knows that no matter what happens, she will always be by his side.
For her sake, he could no longer have even the slightest excuse for cowardice.
"Ah Xue, as long as I am alive, I will not let you be hurt in the slightest, because even if you are missing a hair, I will feel distressed. So, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will always be strong. For you, for me, for the happiness we have been pursuing, we all have to live well."
This is Yang Xiaofeng's promise to her, and it is also the oath he made to himself in his heart.
He wants to thank those past events that have been heartbreaking, and it is because of that he has always been soberly aware that there is someone who has been stubborn and working hard for him.
Thank God for letting me meet you in this life, in this life, he and she have chosen each other, and they will never regret it, and they will never give up. If there is an afterlife, pray that God will not let us forget what each other looks like, and hope that we can still meet each other in the next life and continue the love relationship in the previous life together.
That's what he did with her.
This is also the fate of wind and snow.
The fate of wind and snow is not enough in this life, and it will be entangled in the next life.
Life after life, never end.