Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 3: Never let go

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Meng Fuyao sat up suddenly, staring at the direction of the palace entrance dumbfounded.

How could the **** Zhan Nancheng go and return?

Where is the problem?

Now that we are in a dilemma, what should we do?

Meng Fuyao sat on the bed and was dumbfounded for a second. However, Meng Fuyao's decision to do nothing and to kill Zhan Nancheng Naya.

After all the eunuchs and palace ladies in the outer hall had stuffed her into the tent, there were still two palace ladies lying in front of the bed. There was no suspiciousness in the whole palace. Meng Fuyao solved the acupoints of the two palace ladies immediately. Lie down and sleep with your back facing them.

The two court ladies rubbed their eyes and stood up. They were a little confused about why they suddenly fell asleep by the bed. Seeing Meng Fuyao sleeping on his back, they both carefully moved away.

Zhan Nancheng has stepped into the hall.

He was worried, frowning, and walking into the temple with his hands. Just now he received the news that he found the body of Zhan Beiye in the Changhan Mountains. This made him immediately get up again, thinking for a long time, forbearance. Continue to come to Xihua Palace again.

Meng Fuyao fell asleep on his side, staring at the faint figure reflected on the white wall, his whole body was ready, waiting for him to move further before starting.

Zhan Nancheng stopped one foot away.

He stared at the curvy back on the couch in a dream, a strange emotion floated in his eyes, and he waved his hand to order the maid to step back.

Soon only two people were left in the hall, one sleeping and one standing, both breathing lightly and not moving. The copper incense burner in front of the couch was wisps of smoke, floating around like a hazy veil, pulled apart between the two. Between people.

Meng Fuyao fell asleep stiffly, only feeling that the eyes behind her were slightly warm and intense, searching and wandering on her body, but she never went any further, she waited impatiently, and feared that she would ignore it at any time when Beiye was worried. Everything rushed out, I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

I can't help but catch me, curse you have no son*!

Zhan Nancheng behind him suddenly spoke up.

His first sentence was a call like a sigh.

"Jing Fei..."

Meng Fuyao was startled, only to realize that this was probably the title of the Concubine at the beginning, but Zhan Nancheng did not call her Concubine Gongjing, but Concubine Jing?

"I have received news...I finally let go of the big stone in my heart."

What news?

Zhan Nancheng sighed again, "...only you are left."

Huh?

There was a moment of silence. In the silence, Zhan Nancheng suddenly took a step back. Meng Fuyao was startled and moved immediately, but vaguely saw Zhan Nancheng dragging a chair and sitting down.

Damn! You still want to engage in a long-term war of resistance!

Meng Fuyao was very uncomfortable when the look behind him was itchy, and he expected him to come forward, but he was afraid that Beiye would rush in. He was worried but couldn't move. He felt like he had lice all over, but he caught Don’t scratch your heart.

Zhan Nancheng sighed again, and Meng Fuyao heard goosebumps all over his body-this old man with early menopause!

"...I still remember how I looked when I first saw you that year..." Zhan Nancheng suddenly changed the subject, recalling deeply in his tone, "At that time, I was the first to invade the Golden Kingdom Palace, and I went first. Shengyi Palace, as soon as the door was opened, you could see you sitting on the ground in plain clothes, slowly raising your head, and smiling, "The general has come to work hard."

He paused in his tone and said in a low voice, "The shadow of the candle blows through the snow between the flowers, and a bright moon is on the curtain..."

Huajianxue, bright moonlight, a generation of empresses from the most beautiful and alluring city many years ago, came from the dusty years, Zhan Nancheng looked through the void, staring at the eternal shadow deep in his memory, His eyes were drizzled like three autumn rains.

"...At that time, I looked at you and felt that you were not like the mother of a country, but more like a young and young woman next door. She was charming, exquisite, noble and innocent, but with that dignity, except for you. No one can be the mother of the country anymore."

Meng Fuyao trembled. Damn, is this what a "stepson" should say to "stepmother"?

"...You shouldn't be mad. When the army is forced into the palace, you can smile at the enemy who rushes into the palace, and use the queen's noble grace to condole to the people. How can you be crazy? It’s because of your strength that you are crazy-your father forced you, and you are pregnant."

When the extreme rigidity is broken, its wounds and cracking sound become more severe and irretrievable.

Meng Fuyao closed his eyes...It turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this.

The shadow behind him moved slightly, as if Zhan Nancheng was about to stand up, Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, and suddenly heard a timid deprivation knock outside the hall door.

At this moment, Zhan Nancheng was shocked by the stunned emotions that intertwined with the past and reality. He heard this voice impatiently, "Go down, don't disturb me!"

Outside the door, the **** immediately bowed and retreated, exited the Xihua Palace, and said to the **** who was waiting outside to report, "Something that doesn't wink has made our family scolded and told him to get out!"

The **** said in a low voice, "The man said it was urgent news about King Lie, King Lie has arrived..."

"Don't talk about King Lie, Emperor Lie is useless, your majesty is angry!" The old **** swore his sleeves and screamed, "Tell him to get out!"

He kicked and walked away. It was reported that the **** did not dare to say any more. He left the palace. He was outside the palace. The man with an ordinary appearance and injured fingers heard his reply. He raised his head and sighed and said, "God's will..."

He didn't say anything any more, turned and lowered his head and hurried into the darkness. He couldn't walk two miles. When he passed through an alley, he suddenly saw a pair of black boots appearing in front of him.

He slowly raised his eyes and saw the last light in his life.

Knife light.

When he fell, he heard the last words of his life.

"He who betrays the prince, kill!"

The long street is silent, the corpse was thrown into the ditch and fell silently. This silent assassination that took place in a certain alley in Pandu seemed insignificant, but in fact it had a profound impact. A missed one quietly changed something. The history and structure of the country became a turning point in the fate of emperors and vassals, and ultimately overturned a dynasty.

Because of this miss, Zhan Nancheng lost the best chance to obtain first-hand information about the whereabouts of Beiye and besieged and killed Beiye.

Because of this miss, Zhan Beiye escaped.

At this moment, this episode is still unknown to the parties involved, Meng Fuyao stared at Zhan Nancheng who had rejected the eunuch, and breathed out silently.

Just now, at the moment the **** knocked on the door, her heart suddenly thumped, and a vaguely ominous premonition surrounded her, and she was so nervous that she almost acted immediately.

Zhan Nancheng’s mind was not on the key news at all. He was not at all, he was in a daze. After standing up, he did not sit down. Instead, he walked around for a few laps and suddenly made up his mind. Concubine" came.

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Zhan Beiye is in the toilet.

The female toilet is too small. He waited in the male toilet, hanging upside down on the roof, staring at the door of the female toilet in an uncomfortable posture.

His heart is beating very fast at the moment. He has never been so nervous in his memory. Many years ago, when he ran out of ammunition and food in the desert, he was surrounded by Moro cavalry and was forced to fight melee.

His palm is wet with sweat, and holding the roof beam is in danger of getting out of his hands. He simply digs into the beam with his fingers, regardless of the rough burr piercing the flesh-watching Meng Fu roll into the inner temple , Silently, his heart touched his throat, if it weren't for the faint pain, he would really rush out and pull her back.

I didn't work hard, but let the beloved woman take risks. This is really not what he would do. However, Meng Fuyao had a firm and sharp look before leaving, but she said, trust me.

For a woman like her, is it necessary to learn to believe her?

He was used to protecting women all his life—as for his mother and concubine, he thought that all women are fragile and must be dependent, but Meng Fuyao let him know that there is another kind of woman in the world , Strong and tough, independent and confident, and never want to be attached to anyone's wings.

Zhan Beiye tightened his lips and stared at the direction in the darkness. The sweat in his palm slowly dried, and his eyes gradually calmed down.

Yes, trust her.

Then, he saw a court lady, bowed her head and curled her skirt, stepping out of the hall, walking slowly with a gesture very similar to Meng Fuyao who had just entered.

Zhan Beiye's tears suddenly rushed to his eyes.

That is his mother concubine.

She can hear her slow and light steps with his eyes closed.

Bittering his lower lip, Zhan Beiye looked at his mother and concubine unblinkingly, and walked towards the women's toilet with a nice step.

Taffles Gongjing walked without distraction. She did not know the danger at the moment, did not know the concerns of others, did not know that she was now at the intersection of Zhan Beiye and Meng Fuyao’s simultaneously concerned eyes. One was in the women’s bathroom and the other was In front of the window, everyone was looking at her, counting her steps with all their mind and will.

She only remembers Meng Fuyao's words, not speaking, bowing her head, women's toilet, Xiao Ye.

Her moon-white figure finally slowly melted into the darkness of the women's toilet.

Then when she looked up, she saw the face of her son protruding from the opposite window.

The Concubine Gongjing looked obsessively, but she didn't speak, but her eyes gradually turned red.

She stood on tiptoe, poked her hand out, and went through the wooden grille of the dusty women's bathroom window, trying to reach her, trying to reach the men's bathroom a foot away, and touch her son's face.

Zhan Beiye immediately silently broke the wooden strip of the men's room, and put his face together.

Between the men’s and women’s toilets, there is a thick bush, which covers the gap between the two toilets and covers the mother’s gentle stroke of her son.

At this moment, the mother and son stopped crying. Zhan Beiye was afraid that his mother would touch his tears. As a mother, he felt really happy at this moment. If you want to cry, someone else should cry.

They stood in the stinking dark men's and women's toilets, separated by a foot wide, silently smiling at each other.

She slowly touched her son's face with her hand, and smoothly pulled out the stubble that he hadn't taken care of for a long time. She didn't like it.

She pulled her hands hard, she didn't know how hard she was to converge, and a little blood oozes out, but Zhan Beiye didn't even frown her eyebrows, so she pulled together very cooperatively to make her draw more smoothly.

Just then they heard that "Your Majesty Come!"

Zhan Beiye suddenly jumped, and the toffee was caught off guard and swiped. A half-pulled stubble of the toffee was torn out, and his nails crossed Zhan Beiye’s face, but he didn’t notice it, and just shrugged his shoulders. Jump up.

However, he suddenly stopped in the middle of the jump. Opposite, the mother concubine looked at him in horror. She didn't know what the paging meant. She only saw the shock of Zhan Beiye. Such shock immediately infected her, too. Concubine Ningding's eyes began to be disturbed because of seeing her son.

Zhan Beiye saw the look in his mother's eyes and immediately took a deep breath and restrained himself.

Can't be impulsive.

Things haven't gotten the most terrible, Fuyao is witty and cunning, and martial arts is also high, may not be able to deal with Zhan Nan, rushing out rashly, it may bring her danger.

She said it, trust her!

He took a deep breath, leaned on the smelly toilet beam, clutched his mother's hand tightly, and patted her comfortingly.

Then, wait.

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Zhan Nancheng walked towards the bed.

He stared at the woman’s thin back, with delicate shoulders, shaped like a delicate butterfly, and the waistline under the thin bedding was surprisingly narrow, but when it was narrow to the extreme, there were just the right undulations, so that The ups and downs became spring waters, distant mountains, willows, and poems written by all literati and poems.

The poem slammed into his eyes at the same time it slammed into his heart, and his breathing became a little quick.

The tent of memory suddenly opened, just like that day when he opened the paper door on the promenade with one hand, the lilacs in the garden were pushed down by the sound of the wind, and floated into the room, she raised her head, like a jade. The lower jaw is as shiny as a pearl, but the lips are more delicate than cloves.

She said that the general worked hard.

It seems to have become a truth, since then, he has really had a hard time-it is the queen of the previous dynasty, the concubine of the father, and then the concubine, and he has nothing to do with him.

He can't have anything to do with him, the emperor of the **** of heaven, the moment his heart is moved by the shocking glance, he will never speak to others in this life.

Only at this moment, the news that finally made him feel relieved has withdrawn his defenses. He suddenly feels at ease. The world is his. This lonely woman has since escaped the protection of that brave son and has become his complete citizen. , Why can't he get closer and look at her?

He approached, looking confused, immersed in the late spring many years ago, he leaned slightly, breathing heavily on the shoulder of the woman on the couch.

He stretched his hand to pull the thin shoulder.

The blade flashed!

Like a shocking lightning shining in the extreme west of the sky, across the sky in an instant, breaking through 90,000 miles of dense clouds and fog, heading straight to the enemy!

Meng Fuyao used the greatest strength in his life to make the fastest move!

The room is full of rustling knives, and the snow is like training, and the skin is crippled. In the snow, Meng Fuyao violently rises like an eagle and yells, "Vengeance for the prince!"

"哧——" Daoguang reached Zhan Nancheng's chest almost the moment he appeared. Zhan Nancheng retreated very vigilantly. His eyes were furious, but he did not sway with Meng Fu, but intended to retreat quickly. To the room.

Meng Fuyao sneered, "Organization?" The knife light in his hand was suddenly bright, and he slashed his head viciously. Zhan Nancheng tilted his head subconsciously, and felt that his throat was tight. Fuyao pinched.

"Idiot, this is a false move, you don't understand a false move?" Meng Fuyao laughed, Zhan Nancheng snorted, and suddenly he made a wrong finger.

Meng Fuyao immediately strengthened his hand, and Zhan Nancheng's body became soft, but the finger was wrong and the speed was quick, and with a "pop", Zhan Nancheng touched the two rings between his fingers, and suddenly a cloud of smoke and sparks appeared. The former attacked Meng Fuyao directly, while the latter struck the wall with a chirp, the fire flashed, and there was a sudden bang.

With a crash, the guards from inside and outside the hall rushed in exclamation.

With a crash, Kitano yelled, kicked the roof of the men’s room, and the birch roof spun and flew out, killing several guards in succession. I didn’t know which mechanism I touched when I landed, and there was a burst of arrows. The rain shot everywhere and shot another round to death.

Zhan Beiye held the Toffee in her arms, asked her to hold her neck tightly, tied her eyes with a cloth strip, and said lowly, "Don't worry about anything, hold me tight."

The Toffee leaned against her son Shen Hou's broad chest, smiling and nodding.

"Pop!" Zhan Beiye kicked open the wooden wall of the latrine. He sneered and flew out in the dust filled with smoke. He did not run out of the palace, but picked up the corpses of several dead guards nearby and blocked him. In front of him, turned and charged towards the inner hall.

Fuyao, I'll pick you up.

Behind him, the heavy lotus palace was brightly lit, and there was a clutter of footsteps. On the palace wall, crossbow arrows were mounted on the swish swish gang, and on the wooden buildings specially erected by the side halls on both sides, the black giant cannons were reloading .

Zhan Beiye rushed all the way, every time a new corpse fell to the ground, every time a corpse fell on the ground, he would pick up the corpse with his toes and use it as a new shield. Whoever attacked the most courageously would die the fastest. Some people rushed up and chopped the human shield into two sections. It happened that Zhan Beiye took half of the sword and the remaining half was stepping.

He is like a mad tiger and invincible. Most of the Xihua Palace organs are set up on the way out. For the convenience and safety of the inner hall, there are fewer obstacles. There is a deep ditch to withdraw from the board, and the arrow is hidden. Zhan Beiye was in a melee. He saw through the trap and kicked a soldier to the front of the organ. He screamed that the soldier was shot into a hornet's nest, but Zhan Beiye had already stepped on the ground and was about to rush into the inner hall.

"Stop him, Your Majesty is inside!" Countless guards rushed up and formed a wall on the top step. The swords were like forests, the swords and halberds faced each other, and they ran into the northern field of the battle where a man entered the palace.

With a bang, Zhan Beiye had just stepped onto the bottom step, which suddenly turned over and fell.

Zhan Beiye yelled, and rose from the ground, like a harrier in mid-air, shaking down.

Behind him, in Chonglian Palace, one person drank low, "Shoot!"

"Om!"

A large swath of arrows shot like a black cloud, flashing in the turquoise sky of the fading dawn, overwhelming the sky, shooting towards the heart of the war north.

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The battle in the outer hall is a fierce battle of blood and fire; the battle in the inner hall is a frightening battle of strategy and psychology.

The smoke is slightly yellow, and it disperses in an instant, and at a glance it is known that it is poisonous smoke.

Meng Fu didn't blink his eyes or let it go, grabbing Zhan Nancheng and sending it into the poisonous smoke.

Zhan Nancheng's eyes were red. He didn't expect this woman to be so fierce and agile. Normal people would instinctively avoid this situation, but she wanted to drag herself to death!

Meng Fuyao still refuses to let it go. He chuckled and said, "It is really glorious to die with Emperor Tiansha."

Suddenly there was a cold snort over the head. The voice was cold and ethereal, as if there was nothing, wandering softly like a cloud.

The humming uttered, and the yellowish smoke immediately dispersed.

Zhan Nancheng's gray complexion immediately bloomed with brilliance. If Meng Fuyao hadn't choked his throat, he would probably like to exhale.

Meng Fuyao's eyes became cold, she clenched the knife in her hand, the light of the knife flashed, and the image of the person on the beam was reflected. It was a vaguely woman with long gray hair and gray robe, like a cloud The temperament is flowing, although sitting still, it feels like a constant drift and dazzling.

She was "floating" lazily on the roof beams, scratching her head a little boredly, pulling out a white hair in her palm and looking at her in a daze, and said lightly, "The emperor of the gods is really useless, I But I was late and was almost killed by a girl."

Zhan Nancheng's face was pale, but Meng Fuyao chuckled and said, "Hey, senior Liang Shangke, don't underestimate the emperor of Tiansha, people can't fight, other skills are not small, play tricks. Setting up ambush traps, murdering brothers, and coveting widowed mothers are all good."

Zhan Nancheng’s face is no longer human-looking, his teeth clenched, and the eyes that looked at Meng Fuyao were eager to eat people, Meng Fuyao stared at him uncompromisingly, without concealing the hatred in his eyes. Senran said, "Why? Want to kill me? What a coincidence, I want to kill you too. If you don't think that your stubborn life is still useful, I just cut you piece by piece. You are a disgusting thing that is worse than a pig or dog. !"

She became more and more angry, and the faces of the eight dead cavalry soldiers of Heifengqi, and the face of the tears of the battle northfield listening to her mother's singing, all dangled in front of her eyes, making her heartache like angrily. , Raising his hand is a slap in the face, "Damn, I will be angry when I see you, I will punch you first!"

The crisp sound of flesh-to-skin fighting reverberated in the room. Some soldiers who rushed in to be escorted looked pale and their legs were soft. Meng Fuyao squinted at Zhan Nancheng and smiled, "Call, call, call more Many people came in, and the emperor who came in to see Tiansha was slapped by me. Come and see, I will slap more for every additional person. I will give it away for free and no tickets."

Zhan Nancheng's chest rises and falls and his body trembles, his face flushed first, then slowly paled, and the paleness gradually turned into an iron color--he could see Meng Fuyao's splashing skin, and he could do it, dignified. Emperor Tiansha was slapped in public by an untouchable slapped right and left. What kind of life will he have in the future? In desperation, he had to use his eyes to signal, "Quit!"

The soldiers retreated into the outer hall with cold sweat on their faces like an amnesty, but the cloud-like woman on the beam opened her mouth lazily, "Little girl, don’t be too arrogant, in front of my old man, you fancied It’s too bad for me to be incited by the right. It’s enough to instigate it once or twice."

"Senior, the more I listen to you, the more I like it," Meng Fu shook his eyebrows and smiled, "Listen to you, incite one or two times."

She slapped her backhand, and "pop" was another slap in the face. Faced with the bulging veins, Zhan Nancheng was so angry that she couldn't restrain herself, and said innocently, "Senior wanted me to incite twice."

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The woman on Liangshang laughed. She looked old with gray hair, and her voice was too lazy to make people want to sleep. But the laughter was crisp and exquisite, and the silver bottle was as bright and sharp as if the silver bottle was broken. Child, I like it very much, but unfortunately......"

She said it well, and suddenly she sighed faintly. In the sigh, her sleeve seemed to move.

The sleeves moved, Meng Fuyao immediately slashed the knife, and slapped it, the green light and a ghostly gray dim light slammed into it, Meng Fuyao leaned forward, "killing the sky" could not pull back. , The gray light was rolling in like layers of clouds and mist, and it hit! Hit again! Three hits!

Three collisions, termination, for a long while, black hair cut by the blade and the surging real power, fell leisurely.

And Sen Liang's blade was forced to the center of Meng Fu's eyebrows, and it was only a minute away.

Meng Fu did not blink his eyes, put the knife down without changing his face, and laughed, "Oh, senior, thank you for helping me cut this troublesome bangs."

The gray-clothed woman suddenly said, "The wind is really strong in your body, the wind is rising, you are the apprentice of the wind?"

She lowered her face, a face that was so white that there was no blood, the facial features were delicate, and the eyebrows were especially straight and beautiful, like the most perfect "one" written by a famous artist, but her eyes were illusory. Landing, you can't tell the age, forty or fifty, or twenty or thirty.

Meng Fu rolled his eyes and listened to the woman's tone. Eighty percent of the top ten were among the top ten. Among the top ten, Yuheng didn't know a man or a woman, and Yunhun and Wuyin were women. Who is this?

Also, according to Zong, one of these three people is grieving with Gale, but I don't know who it is, so be careful with this answer.

She clung to Zhan Nancheng's neck, with a knife in front of him and her, and replied with a grin, "I don't know Senior Dafeng. I only met once in prison somewhere in the previous days. I was almost killed. I was forced to infuse some real qi, and almost abolished my martial arts. It's probably the **** of the wind?"

"The gale is very eye-catching," the woman in gray took a closer look at Meng Fuyao, "You have good roots, I think it suits my school, but it's a pity..."

Meng Fuyao immediately slashed again.

"Call—"

An undercurrent suddenly rolled up on the soles of the feet, silent but domineering, like flying clouds across the sky, unconsciously fast but instantaneously tens of thousands of miles, there is the irresistible force of nature in leisure, Meng Fu Yao only felt that his ankles were tight, and before he could strain, he was thrown out by the airflow.

She tumbled and fell out, hit the wall hard, coughing, and vomiting half a mouthful of blood.

The gray-clothed woman said again: "It's a pity..."

With a bang, Meng Fuyao hit the corner of the table sideways this time, knocking out half of his teeth.

"It's a pity..."

"Bang!" Meng Fuyao slid off the ground, rubbing off a piece of skin between his elbows.

"It's a pity..."

"Crack!" Meng Fuyao's finger that held the knife at the front door suddenly turned over strangely and broke.

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However, Zhan Nancheng is always in her palm.

No matter what kind of silent energy, Meng Fuyao will never let go, no matter whether it is blood or teeth that is spit out, flesh or skin is rubbed off, or joints or knuckles are broken. .

Her dagger never left his throat, every time the dagger fell down and dangled, Zhan Nancheng was frightened, and every time she rolled out the sharp dagger capital must draw one or two lines on Zhan Nancheng's body Rift, every time a drop of her blood splashed out, Zhan Nancheng also had to pay more than one drop.

The gray-clothed woman finally stopped her hand, and the breath of driving the power of the world and the room full of wind and clouds stood still, she folded her sleeves, looked at Meng Fu vainly for a long time, and shook her head, "I have never seen it. You are such a cruel and rascal woman."

"Senior." Meng Fuyao took a bite, and vomited the broken teeth with blood and saliva onto Zhan Nancheng's face, and wiped his mouth with the eighteen dragon robe of Zhannancheng Nine Dragons Golden Line Tengyun. , Still smiled, "You want to be clear, I can't beat you, but with my strength, as long as I am not afraid of death, it is not difficult to keep the hostages. Even if you kill me, I will drag him back. I will definitely I want him to understand what it means to memorize."

"Why are you doing this?" The gray-clothed woman stood on the beam, frowning and looking down at her, "Is it worth it? Why?"

Meng Fuyao silently, the light and shadow in front of him swept, the cavalry who died of snake kisses on the side of the lake, the pale face hanging upside down in the poison ivy, the king tiger chewing his tongue in the swamp, the burnt skeleton Huazi, and the three of her in the tomb Son, the old German who detonated the thunder bomb, only half of Ahai remained, and Ronaldinho who was missing... flashed like a lightning.

She slowly put the dagger in Zhan Nancheng’s throat, watching the cold air seep through her body, a trace of blood flowing from the noble emperor’s throat, her eyes filled with a smile, and said, “For those who sacrificed.”

The gray-clothed woman stared at her for a while, and said, "How come a person like you always works hard? If you let him go, I will ask him to spare you later."

"I am not forgiving him now, it is not that he forgiving me." Meng Fuyao smiled, "You made a mistake."

The gray-clothed woman looked at Zhan Nancheng helplessly, and muttered, "I shouldn't have accepted the offer of the warrior..." After thinking about her, "I will give you a piece of my white hair. This thing may save your life."

Meng Fuyao stared at this violent and naive one of the top ten, and said solemnly, "Senior, I will grow gray hair in the future, maybe more than you, so I don’t want to give it away."

"Hey..." The gray-clothed woman became irritated, and tore off the white hair she had been rubbing in her hands, "Then I have to kill you."

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The northern savages are in midair.

The steps in front of him fell, and arrows rained down behind him. He was still holding his mother and concubine in his arms, leaving only one hand to face the enemy.

If he throws his mother out at this time, he will be able to escape the trap and the arrow behind his back if he takes advantage of his strength.

He held his mother concubine tighter, and immediately shouted.

"Get up!"

He kicked it out and raised up the falling slab of stone. It was a whole white marble slab, which was several meters long and weighed a thousand catties. It was kicked up by him on one foot and went straight into the air!

The slate flew up and was facing the arrow rain behind him. No matter how powerful the crossbow and arrows could penetrate the solid stone, they broke one after another. At this time, the figure of Zhan Beiye also inevitably fell.

He fell, and below was a pit full of steel knives.

Zhan Beiye shouted again.

"Live!"

The sound was thunderous, and the guards on the first step of the first step who were about to raise their guns to force Beiye into the steel knife array all had a meal. After a while, the war Beiye slashed across the air and rose in midair. A toughness that is almost impossible to achieve, two long legs, live on the edge of the sinkhole.

Once he took hold of his figure, he was stable like a rock that cannot be moved by a hurricane. As soon as he raised his head, his dark eyes slammed into it like iron, and the guards were suffocated again.

When his legs were wrong, he turned and flew, and the North Wilder stretched out his hand, dozens of spears all came into his hand, and then violently swiped, all the guards on the left and right in the whistling wind fell out and hit them in a mess. Shen Yin rolled all over the floor together, and some people crashed into the pit, screaming blood spattered, and Zhan Beiye laughed, stepping on the heads of those embarrassed, and rushing to the door of the palace.

In front of the hall, more people gushed out, and they were blocked by layers of guards that Zhan Nancheng retreated to the outer hall, with the intention of blocking Zhan Beiye.

"Who blocked and died!"

Zhan Kitano has always been concise and concise, and he has always done what he said. The long sword flashed, and the three of them were shot in blood. He sneered, "I like killing people very much. Thank you for providing your head."

His eyebrows were stained with blood, his body covered in blood and mud, and he swung his sword to bring out a puff of blood, which was scattered like a rainbow in the Splendid Palace. The guards who fell under his feet and were injured and half-dead were rude Stomped on the head with one foot-"pop"! "Snapped"! Sound after sound.

Burst blood and broken bones, organs and brains flowing everywhere.

To kill, stop to kill.

Zhan Beiye arrived at this moment and didn’t want to care about whether this was a citizen of his god. He only knew that if he delayed for a moment, Meng Fuyao would be more dangerous. Whoever stopped in front of him would mean killing Meng Fuyao, then , Those who block me die, whoever meets kills whoever!

Such a cruel method and the dignified power of killing the gods again made the guards frightened and softened. Although they were afraid to retreat due to their duties, their resistance was much weaker. Many people fought and retreated. , Zhan Beiye was unceremonious, ran rampage, smashed a **** road, and went straight to the inner hall.

As soon as he rushed into the inner hall, he did not see Zhan Nancheng, nor the woman in gray, but only Meng Fuyao, saw Meng Fuyao half of his body with blood, saw Meng Fuyao's swollen lips, and even saw her hidden behind the sleeves Broken and folded little finger.

His eyes are red.

Then he saw the same embarrassed Zhan Nancheng covered in blood, and heard the words of the gray-clothed woman on the beam, "Then I have to kill you."

He rushed in immediately.

He was coming fiercely, his robe rolled up and the violent wind sounded like a steel knife, but the gray-clothed woman only raised her eyes and squinted at him, lazily said, "Hey, I want more It took a little effort to kill."

Zhan Kitano sneered, rushed to her without hesitation, and yelled:

"To kill her, kill me first!"