But why?

The white-clothed swordsman suddenly raised his head, his eyes piercing Qin Yan like a sharp blade, eager to peel him off to see through.

yes, why?

Qin Yan was also puzzled.

Young love and hate are intense and impulsive, sometimes without a trace, so inexplicable that people can't find a reason.

He didn't expect that in addition to Yu Hanyan, there would be a woman who would do this to him.

If it is only admiration, it is not so. What is the reason for such deep feelings?

If he can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore, there was a heart-rending pain in his chest, so he temporarily put aside the doubts and concentrated on vomiting blood and coughing.

"Everyone can go, but he must die. The white-clothed swordsman tried to make his voice appear as cold as possible.

"Then you'll have to step over my corpse first. Ye Yingru raised her eyebrows, her pupils revealed relief and determination, she turned her wrist, pointed the tip of her sword at Duan Fei's chest, and said in a condensed voice, "Yulang, you go quickly!"

Qin Yan wiped the blood with his sleeve, and after the itching in his chest turned into severe pain, he stopped coughing and waited for his qi and blood to subside.

'Young Master Ben has not yet fallen to the point of relying on women to protect him. ’

He smiled softly and was about to speak, when suddenly, his heart suddenly beat like a bolt of lightning across the sky, and a strange feeling flooded in his heart, and he raised his eyes to look west. Not only him, but everyone felt the strangeness, and their eyes converged in one place.

The gray mist opened the way, and a slender figure emerged from it, with a pale face and eyes like red jade, but it was wrapped in the momentum of looking down on all beings, and walked calmly with his hands on his back. Behind him, a large group of people followed closely like the stars holding the moon, willing to be his foil. The desolate distant low mountains and fields seemed to have dimmed a little under his coercion, and they were in a state of submission.

That person is Zhao Zhiping!

Zhao Zhiping walked slowly with his hands behind his back, and people seemed to be able to see his face clearly only when they raised their faces. He walked in the middle, and the many sturdy masters and gentle and gorgeous beauties behind him were eclipsed. All the light converged on him alone, and the land he walked through seemed to tremble slightly.

At this time, the golden dragon that was once as famous as him was too much worse in momentum.

Qin Yan looked away from Zhao Zhiping, only to find Yin Xiu behind him. Yinxiu walked among the many women, bowing her head, deliberately restraining her own glory, and was not at all conspicuous in the surroundings of the warbler and the swallow. She noticed Qin Yan's gaze, her eyelids raised, and her gaze intertwined with Qin Yan for a moment, then drooped again.

Looking at her deferential and humble appearance, it seems that she has completely regarded herself as a member of Zhao Zhiping's harem. But Qin Yan could see that no matter how she hid it, she was different.

The difference doesn't come from appearance, but from strength and rank.

Among the enemies present, although Zhao Zhiping's bearing was the most dazzling, Yin Xiu was at the same level as him and the golden dragon. According to the Western Great Food Country, if zombies are distinguished by bloodline, these three people are the purest and oldest. Their power comes directly from the Silver Ghost Face. As for the other zombies, they are born indirectly through their hands.

Qin Yan was suddenly very curious, how did they activate the power of the Silver Ghost Mask? Young Master Ben had also worn the Silver Ghost Mask, but it didn't seem to be anything unusual!

The golden dragon stopped fighting with Liu Wanyun and silently retreated to the side. Originally, at the moment when Liu Wanyun was slightly distracted, he had the opportunity to seize the flaws and expand the results, but he had his own abacus in his heart. Since Zhao Zhiping proclaimed himself the king, let the king solve the problem here!

Zhao Zhibian approached, glanced at everyone, and said, "I'm sorry, I've kept you waiting, please forgive me." ”

Everyone was silent, only Xin Xian, who was leaning on the corpse of the giant python, said softly: "Mu monkey and crown." ”

Zhao Zhiping's gaze immediately fell on her face, and after staring for a moment, he smiled: "Isn't it a very sad thing for a beauty like Miss Xin, who is beautiful and beautiful, both civil and military, to disappear if she doesn't write a stroke in history?" Without waiting for Xin Xian to answer, he turned to Liu Wanyun again and said, "Fairy Liu's medical skills can almost change her life against the sky, and she shouldn't die here in vain!"

"Changing my life against the sky? But I can't change my own life. Liu Wanyun looked at Ye Yingru's back, and Qin Yan, who bowed his head and covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and sighed deeply.

Xin Xian spoke slowly: "Do you mean to make us all stinky zombies like you? I'm really sorry, I can't do this kind of thing." ”

Zhao Zhiping said: "When a person dies and pours soil, is there a difference between fragrance and smell? No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will eventually wither and fall into mud, or they may fall into the dung p......it as soon as the wind blows."

Xin Xian frowned: "You are so disgusting!"

Zhao Zhiping looked at her, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and said slowly: "This is the inevitable ending of the world." If you want to keep this beauty, you can only get a glimpse of that eternal life by transcending the mundane and getting close to the avenue. Eternal life and long-term vision, eternal calamity, this is what we should pursue, as for the worldly irony, the so-called right and wrong, all are fleeting, fleeting, what is it?"

"Well, the last sentence is a good one...... Xin Xian's tone was soft, and the waves in his eyes were swirling, and he seemed to have some intentions.

"It's boring, it's all old tunes, empty and tasteless remarks......" Qin Yan interjected disdainfully. He was a well-read Buddhist scripture, and although he was often puzzled, he would not be intimidated by such empty remarks. However, before he finished speaking, he felt some itching in his throat, and quickly covered his mouth again.

Zhao Zhiping didn't look at him at all, completely ignored him, only looked at Xin Xian, and said: "When people die and the lights go out, it's like a dream, and they return to nothingness, and all the fame and praise have no meaning......

Xin Xian nodded as he listened, as if he was about to be moved.

Liu Wanyun suddenly turned her head and said, "Miss Xin, do you believe his words?"

Xin Xian smiled innocently: "It seems that there is some truth, I want to hear it again." ”

Zhao Zhiping also smiled: "Fairy Liu, you might as well calm down and think about it......"

"I'll just ask you. Liu Wanyun interrupted him coldly, "Are you willing to let Yingru go?"

A look of embarrassment appeared on Zhao Zhiping's plane: "The little boy grew up with us since he was a child, and I don't want to kill her, but if the ritual lacks phoenix blood, the effect will be much worse......"

"Then give up that hellish ritual!" This voice came from the south, and from behind a dirt slope that had been smashed by a python's tail, Fang Qiuyao's figure was covered in flesh and blood.