The red sun slanting to the west hid in the low sky in an instant, and the originally vast and empty sky dome suddenly pressed a heavy and terrifying black cloud. At this time, the pen and the fun www.biquge.info and the pavilion became ferocious, like a giant beast, frantically trying to devour the entire sky.

In the field on the outskirts of Handan City, the living soldiers had fled in a hurry, and the figures shook and fled to the west. The dead, but the corpses were horrible and scattered. On the field, there was a miserable scene.

Luo Jingfeng stood quietly on the dirt slope, staring heavily at the clearing below.

A sense of sadness hit him, and he had to tremble a little.

Because of his good impression and appreciation of himself, the long-bearded old man even took up the great rebellion of betrayal and gave up the grand promise promised by Wang Mang. followed himself, ran around but did not get any name, and died in such a small fierce battle. Thinking of the green rain in the inn, who was still waiting for the return of the long-bearded old man, Luo Jingfeng felt shameless.

He moved his gaze forward as he furrowed his brow again.

The painting style that was attacked by Chu Tianmei and Lin Zhijun, although he stopped fleeing, the sinister and cunning on his face did not relax in the slightest.

The sky is high and the earth is thick, and because of the encirclement and interception of the two, Haitian is exhausted.

But this moment.

It was as if the moment the black clouds appeared, they all calmed down.

Hehe!

"It seems that today's battle is a choice of life and death!"

Although the painting style smiled and spoke, in the tone, a desolation was still vaguely revealed.

Luo shook his head weakly, and when the tip of his tongue touched his lips, he still couldn't speak.

Because of Luo Jingfeng's heavy face and Yue Mingyue's sore expression, Haitian looked at Chu Tianmei and Lin Zhijun sadly and shook his head to stop them from talking.

This moment.

It was so quiet that it seemed like even the air had frozen.

"Don't stage a deep battle with me, big battlefields, big fierce battles are already commonplace for me. Although, today's battle was somewhat unexpected. But it can't be said that you Luo Jingfeng is already sure of victory. ”

After turning around, the painting style seemed to be very relaxed and directly faced Luo Jingfeng.

Looking up again, Luo Fengfeng's gaze finally fell on the face of the painting style, but it was only a brief sweep.

"I don't care how big the battlefield you have seen or how magnificent the fierce battles you have experienced. But today, your death is an inevitable result, and there is no suspense at all. ”

Luo Jingfeng said very slowly, but began to walk with both feet.

He walked straight down the dirt slope, followed by Yue Mingyue's figure.

"Are you really that sure?"

"I never think about being sure, but my thoughts are about how to make you die, and it's a horrible death. ”

Luo Jingfeng stood in front of the painting style, and his eyes were already flashing with resentment.

Hehe!

After a very forced laugh.

The style of painting is also moving his steps, trying to take a calm step, narrowing the distance between him and Luo Jingfeng.

"There is no deep hatred between you and me, just because of different choices and different goals. It is not necessary to have a choice between life and death, and there is no need to kill them all like this. ”

Ha ha!

A very unnatural laugh.

"You have the face to tell me so much, then let me ask you, how did my father die, and how did Nian Shaofeng die. Since you also know that we don't have to make a choice between life and death, then why do you go against me again and again? ”

When he said this, Luo Jingfeng's face was not only resentful, but also annoyed.

If Dad can live, Nian Shaofeng and Aunt Yanhong can live, then there may be a chance to discuss and pity everything about the style of painting. However, now that I am angry, I have completely lost the idea of letting go of the painting style. On the contrary, not only to kill, but also to make her die a more tragic death.

"It is not my intention to be the master of each man, and I am also reluctant to persecute it. ”

The painting style began to quibble, and she wanted to find a chance for herself to survive.

"Don't you think such quibbles are a bit weak?"

Luo Jingfeng stared, but stretched his eyebrows.

"Shocking Wind, don't talk nonsense with her, I'll deal with her directly according to your ideas. ”

Although Chu Tianmei understood the reason why Hai Tianchou stopped her from speaking, she still couldn't stand the eloquence of the painting style. She was even more afraid of Luo Fengfeng's sudden change, and let the painting style escape and regret it.

"Tianmei, don't worry, I still have something to ask. For those who are about to die, there is no need to care about living an extra hour. ”

Luo Jingfeng stood beside Chu Tianmei.

"What can you tell from her, she's a mouthful, and if she hears it, it's not necessarily true. ”

Chu Tianmei strongly objected, she had completely lost trust in the style of painting.

"I know that, but I think by this time, she should know what is important. ”

Luo Jingfeng raised his voice and deliberately said it to the painting style.

Hehe!

"I really understand when you say that, if she doesn't tell the truth, then we can make her die even more cruel. Of course, if we can tell the truth, then we will also consider whether to let her continue to live a few more days. ”

Chu Tianmei got the information from his eyes when she heard Luo Jingfeng speak loudly. Only then did he change his previous thoughts, and he began to cooperate with him and put pressure on the painting style.

"That's what I'm for, if the style of painting can really say what I want to know, of course, the treatment of her will be simpler. Otherwise, those corpses were a precursor to her, perhaps even more cruel than those. ”

Luo Jingfeng turned around suddenly, and struggled to point to the corpses everywhere in the distance, but squinted at the expression of the painting style, judging whether it was time for the fire.

Although he doesn't know much about the character of the painting style, he believes in himself very much. Coercion and inducement are the most effective for any person. Especially when the desire to survive is strong, it can play an irresistible role.

After Chu Tianmei understood Luo Jingfeng's thoughts, she also started her own plans.

She glanced at the painting with contempt, smiled very calmly, and walked over.

"We didn't meet once or twice, let alone fight and kill, you and I had the opportunity to work together. When I say this, you should understand. If it weren't for the repeated protection of the storm, you would have survived until now!"

This sentence seems to be a very ordinary and light-hearted topic. In fact, giving the painting style a slap made her completely timid.

Chu Tianmei was not wrong at all, as early as after the painting style was added, many people opposed it at that time, and there was a dispute because of this. Especially Chu Tianmei's opposition, it was even more resolute. If it weren't for Luo Jingfeng's protection several times, he might have been a lonely ghost a long time ago.

The painting style instantly felt a chill.

Chu Tianmei's eyes flashed, and she took a few steps forward, but stretched her neck to the ear of the painting style.

"Today, it is possible that the frightening wind will still remember the old love, and maybe continue to protect you, but if Tianchou and I really want to find a way to kill you, as long as the frightening wind does not object, it will be a simple move. ”

The voice is very quiet.

Belch!

An exclamation.

The painting style turned his nervous face and stared at Chu Tianmei.

"And what do you want me to do?"

"I don't want you to do anything, I hope you don't pester, let alone use clever words to arouse his sympathy. ”

As soon as Chu Tianmei finished speaking, she glanced at the painting style angrily.

"I also want to tell you, I hope to continue your character, and it is better not to say a word of truth. Then your death period must have expired, and if you want to live again, there is really no way to do it. ”

She stepped up the pressure, but she made it impossible for the painting style to distinguish what to say when she fell to the ground, so as to save her life.

After thinking about it for a long time, the style of painting can be figured out. If, at this time, she didn't hug Luo Jingfeng's thigh, maybe Chu Tianmei's torture would also kill her. But to hug Locke's thighs, he had to say what he wanted to know.

In thought, anxiety quickly crept up his cheeks. The painting style nodded helplessly, and silently made a last resort decision in his heart.

Although Luo Jingfeng was facing the distance, looking at the wilderness full of corpses. But from time to time, I peek and squint, and I can see the expression and face of the changing style of painting at any time.

Suddenly turned around, a very anxious arrow step, Luo Jingfeng stared at the painting style with a calm and heavy face, but he was silent for a long time.

The black clouds were getting darker and darker, and at this time, the entire land seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds. Perhaps, soon, it will be a torrential downpour.

A cool breeze hit and seemed to be exceptionally cold.

When the painting wind shuddered, he licked his lips, which were still rosy, and then calmed the heart that was about to jump out of his chest.

"I really can't do anything about you. But, if you want to survive, at least you have to give me a reasonable reason. ”

Luo Jingfeng said in a low voice, and the anger on his face began to ease.

Alas!

A lament of powerlessness.

"I know, it's hard to give you a reason. However, I can guarantee that you will consider whether there is still value in making me exist. ”

When the painting style said this, he thought about it for a long time, and he only said it after racking his brains and thinking deeply.

She is also thinking of ways to dig a pit for Luo Jingfeng and keep it in suspense.

"Since you know it's hard, I'll tell you that as long as you say what I want to know, letting you live isn't necessarily an option. ”

Luo Jingfeng let out a glimmer of hope, attracting the painting style into the trap he had set up.

"As long as I know and promise to be able to say it all, all I want is to be able to live. If you have a lot of adults, I can still take refuge with you. ”

The painting style began to show her attitude, she really didn't want to die, especially not to die under Luo Jingfeng's hands, and she didn't want to die in front of Hai Tianchou.

At the beginning, in order to truly retain the style of painting, Luo Jingfeng once created an opportunity for Haitian Chou and the style of painting, so that they could get along and love each other. However, because of the fake sincerity of the painting style, he completely lived up to Luo Jingfeng's expectations, and of course, it also wasted Haitian's feelings of gradual recovery.

There was such an emotion that made the painting style nostalgic, so she tried everything she could not let herself die tragically in front of them. That's what she finally thinks, and that's her only satisfaction.