The Flame’s Daughter Chapter 21:
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The winter sky is iron gray without a trace of clouds. The wind swept gently, and the chill was deep, like a very thin knife. The birds on the treetops were too cold to lose their energy, their heads curled up, curled up into small gray spots.
In such cold weather, it only snowed in the early winter.
This winter is depressing and lonely.
It seems that all lives are holding their breath, quietly waiting for the heavy snow that lags behind.
When will there be heavy snow all over the sky...
Perhaps only when the winter snow finally arrives, all the severe cold and stagnation can be released in the fluttering snowflakes.
In a humble house.
Zhan Feng wiped his knife with a dark blue towel.
The blade is faintly blue like a swan.
His hand is very light, and under the blue par, the light of the knife jumps and is restrained.
His face is cold, as if there is nothing in this world that can make him care. Only this knife is left in his life.
Yi Lang stood five steps away from him, his gloomy eyes were dead gray.
"Such a botched poisoning technique will hide from your eyes? Even if you have been poisoned, you can still order your disciples to take her down. With her character, how can you really poison you."
Zhan Feng lowered his head and wiped the blue knife lightly.
The knife, quietly hummed like a spring.
The corners of his lips have a strange indifference.
That night, she was smiling, her eyes were as bright as stars, her cheeks were as pink as lotus flowers, and her breath was as close to him as her chuckle...
How he didn't know, she wouldn't come to him again for no reason.
But, he is like a thirsty person, even if there is a heart-wrenching poison in her eyes, as long as she stares at him again, she doesn't know anything.
Yi Lang's voice is cold: "Let her leave, you will regret it."
He knows Zhan Feng's feelings for Ruge very well.
That’s why I can rest assured that Zhan Feng will supervise Song-like actions.
If Zhan Feng is not a stupid person, then he should know that once Ruge leaves, there will be no chance of relaxation between him and her, and hostility and hatred will make him and her go further and further.
But, he was wrong.
Zhan Feng is so stupid.
On the blade, Zhan Feng's fingers trembled lightly.
Suddenly, the sapphire in the right ear flashed dimly.
His eyes are dark blue.
……
At the gate of the villa, footsteps picked up the carriage. Although his vision was a little fuzzy, he could still see her beautiful face. She had a calm expression and smiled at the frowning Huang Cong and the blood-stained Lei Jinghong, as if telling them not to worry.
Then, she leaned over and picked him up, whispering softly:
"Order them to go, otherwise..."
She didn't finish that sentence.
Due to the poisoning, his body was limp, and his body seemed to be bitten by thousands of ants. His head was leaning against her arms, her chest was very close to him, and the warm body scent stained with wine rushed into his nose. Her lips were close to his ears, although her tone was cold, but her posture was so intimate.
His ears instantly became hot.
He felt her hands.
Her hands were shaking slightly, and her palms were slightly sweaty.
She hugged him.
Her warm and warm breath hugged him from all directions, and his heartbeat suddenly became slow and quiet, just like in a child's quiet and worry-free dream.
He didn't hear what she was talking about.
Her voice is cold.
A strange look flashed in her eyes, and then she said nothing more.
When he lifted a corner of the cotton curtain of the carriage, he saw thirty-six Agni disciples looking at him respectfully at the gate of the vermilion villa.
All he felt was her cold hands on the waist.
Her hands trembled coldly.
It turns out that she is not as calm and calm as she seems. Is she nervous? A word of him can ruin her completely.
Her cold hands clasped his dark blue commoner tightly.
The rapid pulse on the wrist, as if following her trembling fingertips, flooded into his indifferent eyes.
He, let her leave.
Will you regret it?
He knew he would regret it. He would rather she never forgive him, hate him forever, and want to keep her close to him.
But, why, he let her go.
……
Yi Lang stared at the silent Zhan Feng, his gray clothes exuding a beast-like breath.
"Now, she is the enemy of Lie Huo Zhuang."
Lie Ruge used Zhanfeng's token to raise Lei Jinghong from the dungeon, left overnight, and went all the way to Jiangnan Pilimen without a trace. The entire martial arts was in an uproar, and the "owner" of Liehuochuang Village was with the son of the enemy who had been accused of assassinating Lie Mingjing some time ago. Suddenly, the situation of Zhan Feng and Yi Lang became very delicate.
Although Zhan Feng and Yi Lang hold the real power of Lie Huo Zhuang.
However, the fiery decree representing the position of the owner is among Lieru singers.
"The enemy?"
Zhan Feng put away the blue pa and slowly raised his head. His eyes were dark and blue, staring at Yi Lang, his voice was as cold as a knife:
"If you hurt her hair."
A breath of breathtaking and murderous air came out of Zhan Feng's dark blue commoner. His eyes were cold, like an independent God of War, and his blue curly hair danced without wind.
The Destiny Knife shines brightly.
"Then—you are my enemy."
Yi Lang looked at him.
The gray pupils shrunk to the point of a needle.
There is no sword city in the world.
"I didn't expect..."
"Oh?"
Knife Wuhen picked up the wine cup:
"Lee Ruge left Lievolcano Village with such a big fanfare that everyone knows the world of martial arts."
The sword has no time to pick up his handsome eyebrows:
"Do you think she should be silent and hidden?"
Sword Wuhen groaned for a moment, then suddenly said:
"Haha, she turned out to be a smart woman."
The knife has no time to flick the fan bone, smiling:
"Yes. If her departure with Lei Jinghong was a secret, then even if they were killed, no one would know. The world would think that Lie Ruge was always in Lie Jinghong, and Lei Jinghong’s It doesn’t even need to be explained."
The knife connects without a trace:
"Although her walk this time is swaggering, it also makes the people who want to stop her and Lei Jinghong shackled."
The sword shook the fan and smiled:
"No matter how bad Lie Ruge is, he is also the well-known owner of Lie Mingjing Village. The power and foundation that Lie Mingjing has built for decades cannot be completely taken over by Zhan Feng and Yi Lang in such a short time. And Lei Jinghong is Jiangnan The young masters of Pilimen, Pilimen and Lei Hentian did not fall in a day, no one dared to intercept him easily."
Drink without a knife:
"It is inconvenient to kill in the open, and there will be no less secret assassinations. The Water Boat Gang, Jiangnan Shibawu, which has always been antagonistic to Pilimen, will never allow Pilimen to turn over again. However, the most annoying. Ruge left, but it was—"
The knife has no time to shake the fan and smile.
Dao Wuhen put the wine cup on the table: "——Yilang." The beast-like person, the dead gray in his eyes is cruel and cold, and he sometimes has to be thankful that the world without a knife has not hindered Yilang. road.
The sword raised his eyebrows without time:
"Lie Ruge is life or death, it doesn't matter to us. The most critical person at the moment should be Yu Zihan!"
"He is still in the army?"
The charming thrush wailed softly in the golden wire cage, and a white, fat finger with neatly manicured nails teased it leisurely.
Liu Shangshu hurriedly replied: "Yes. I received the secret report this morning. King Jingyuan is still dealing with daily affairs in the military account and has not left."
The fat fingers paused beside the birdcage: "Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"Yes."
Wang Jing Xian turned around, with suspicion in his eyes: "Last time Lie Ruge was infected with the wind and cold, he was willing to rush back to Lie Volcano Village without military discipline. Why is Lie Ruge leaving now, but he is calm and relaxed?"
Liu Shangshu thought about it, and said with a smile: "Perhaps he knows that the last time he left the army has attracted attention, so this time he just sent Xuanhuang, Chi Zhang, and Bai Hu to protect Lie Ru Ge." Jun Zhong The coach left without permission, he should be punished.
"Hyunhuang are not in the barracks?"
"Yes."
Wang Jing Xian rubbed his fat chin, and the beautiful cries of the thrush did not float into his ears.
For a while, he suddenly said:
"How is she now?"
"Who?" Liu Shangshu didn't react for a while.
Wang Jing Xian glanced at him.
Liu Shangshu’s forehead came up in a cold sweat. He has always boasted that he can best figure out King Xian's wishes. Thinking hard, he finally said "ah":
"Ms. Lie was attacked nine times along the way, two by the water boat gang, two by the Jiangnan Eighteen Wus, and the other five times by famous killers in the rivers and lakes. It is not known who instigated her. "
"Is she injured?"
"It is said that Miss Lie was stabbed with a sword in her right shoulder and left arm, but it was not a serious problem."
King Jing Xian continued to tease Thrush: "Oh, that's good." The beauty in red, bright and fiery. Since the two banquets, her beauty is as strong as burning, making him all the time. Forgotten.
Liu Shangshu glanced at him carefully and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He suddenly realized that the prince seemed to like her.
It's troublesome now.
Because Yi Lang is already preparing to assassinate Lie Ru Ge at noon today!
A narrow gravel road winding through the steep mountainside.
In the rock cracks on the mountain wall, there are a few greens struggling to sway gently in the winter wind.
Although it is winter, the sun is still dazzling and dazzling.
People walking on the stone path could not help but cover their eyes with their hands.
They walked very slowly, and there was a little distance between everyone.
Such a narrow mountain road is the best place to ambush. If a cold arrow suddenly flies, or a boulder falls, if they are too close to each other, there will be no room to dodge.
No one speaks.
The atmosphere is solemn and tense.
They knew that as long as they walked over this mountain, they could meet the Pilimen masters who came to greet them from Jiangnan in Xiangyang Town.
And this mountain road is the last chance for the killers.
Among the group, the most eye-catching is a woman in white riding a yellow pony horse.
She wears a hat on her head with soft white gauze.
Although she can't see her face clearly, she is instructed along the way, so that everyone can avoid countless dangers. Her straight back has become their confidence.
Lei Jinghong's injuries have healed a lot, but due to the severe damage to the Pipa bone, his internal strength is still weak. The car curtain shook open from time to time with the bumps, and he could see the back of the white-clothed woman Ying Ting.
He was lying in the sedan chair, looking at her from a distance, there seemed to be a strange feeling in his eyes.
Turning a mountain bend, the wind swelled.
The corners of the skirt of the woman in white were blown up, and the white gauze on the hat also flew up, and her pretty lower jaw was looming.
The sunshine of the white flowers is a bit dazzling.
She couldn't help narrowing her eyes slightly and turning her head to the side.
It's right here--
This!
One! !
Engrave! ! !
There was a boom.
A huge boulder rolls down from the top of the mountain! !
Smashed down at her with the force of thunder! !
"Small——Heart——"
Lei Jinghong's roar is hoarse!
Birds in the mountains start to fly! !
Time seems to be suffocated and stagnant!
Seeing the rein of the horse in the white-clothed woman, the yellow horse hissed, not only stopped moving, but also jumped backwards!
The heart changed from numbness to beating wildly--
From stopping breathing to wheezing fast--
The little green in the stone wall is still swaying in the wind----
The boulder fell in front of the woman's horse in white.
Her back is straight as before.
The agitated dust spread all over——
She slowly turned her head and looked in the direction of Lei Jinghong, her voice filled with heroism:
"Don't worry, I..."
She turned her head around.
The boulder is behind her fluttering in white clothes.
She only uttered three words, and the fourth word has not been exported yet--
The boulder bursts! !
The boulder burst into three swords of light! !
Lightning fast!
As cruel as a viper!
Silent as the morning mist!
That is not three sword lights, but three sword men!
Three swordsmen stab the woman in white on the back of the head, chest, and waist from three directions!
Jianguang has pierced her!
There is no sound.
Everyone saw it, but no one had time to shout.
Only the woman in white did not see it.
However--
She felt a breath--
——
The breath of death!
The sun is dazzling like burning!
But the cold wind can freeze the life of everything in the world!
A faintly blue knife!
From the air!
As if the stars are shining in the deepest night!
Bright but lonely star!
The loneliness made the valley suddenly blue...
Blood spews out with a strong smell!
Secluded in the mountains.
The wind is also bloody.
Three sword men fell.
Split into six pieces.
Different parts of the head and body.
The gurgling blood is like a rushing stream, soaking the gravel on the road soaked.
Someone started to vomit.
The peculiar smell in the air is suffocating.
Blood beads flowed down the faintly blue knife to the ground.
Hands, hold the knife very tightly.
The dark blue cloth was stained with blood.
The lips have cruel lines.
The dark black and blue curly hair flies gently in the wind.
His eyes are gloomy.
"Follow me!"
He said to the woman in white.
Silence.
The green in the stone wall doesn't know everything in the world...
Gently, sway...
Only Zhan Feng himself knew that at that moment, his heart had already died thousands of times.
If he is one step late.
If the sword light pierced her body.
If she falls.
If her blood is soaked in the mountain road.
If her eyes never open again.
If she died.
Zhan Feng held her hand tightly.
He stared at her:
"Follow me, I will let Lei Jinghong go."
At this moment, he just wanted to take her away.
He, want, she, in, body, side!
Even if she hates him, even if she breaks her wings abruptly, even if her eyes will no longer shine happily, even if the pain will erode and torture him day and night, he will take her away!
Never allow her to leave!
It turns out that he can't tolerate her the most to never see her again!
He didn't know why he let her go.
However, he will never let her go in his life!
At this time.
Suddenly smoke billows, horseshoes shake the sky!
A team of people came from the other side of the mountain road!
Red flags with blue borders flutter in the wind.
The big three words "Pilimen" above.
It turned out that Lei Hentian was uneasy and ordered everyone to rush to this place.
"Master!"
"Master!!"
Everyone in Pilimen rushed all the way, and finally saw Lei Jinghong, they were so happy they called out.
The situation has changed dramatically.
In the middle of the mountain road, Zhan Feng held the white-clothed woman's right hand tightly.
The dark blue under the eyes is surging.
Lei Jinghong smiled angrily: "Zhan Feng, do you want to ask Master if I will let you go?!"
Zhan Feng only sees her.
White yarn dances lightly.
Her face is hidden behind the veil, and all the emotions and anger are invisible.
Zhan Feng suddenly felt a little weird.
He suddenly wanted to see her.
He stretched out his hand.
Lei Jinghong moved and stopped again, with a strange smile on his lips.
It's quiet all around.
The veil is gently lifted--
A pretty chin.
British and energetic features.
The woman said loudly: "Thank you Lord Zhan for just helping me. Huang Cong is polite."
******
"It's a good move to repair the plank road in the open and cross the warehouse in secret."
Nan Ye Luo smiled as if the last red glow in the sky, the cinnabar between his brows was thin and passionate, and the gold wine glass was spinning at his pale fingertips.
Stone walls on all sides.
There is not a trace of sunlight.
The dark atmosphere makes this place look strange.
Only a little far away, there was a burning fire, like the fire of hell, the flames were so hot and bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
A secretly surging river, meandering by the fire.
Could it be--
This is the mysterious and strange Dark River Palace in the legend?
Yi Lang stood beside Dark Yeluo with a cold face.
The woman in white will turn out to be Huang Cong!
As Huang Cong's gold medal head-catcher, wherever he goes, he will be taken care of by the government. If he wants to move Lei Jinghong again, he will become helpless.
And as strong as a song——
Where is it now? !
She didn't stay with Lei Jinghong, nor did she go to Pilimen. In a flash, it seemed like the world had evaporated!
Yi Lang suddenly didn't understand what Lie Ruge was going to do.
Not knowing what tricks the opponent is playing is the most terrible thing.
The long black hair is scattered on the bright red coat, and the firelight makes Dark Yeluo look fascinating and beautiful. Caressing the exquisite pattern on the golden wine glass, he pulled his lips and smiled:
"When Zhan Feng found out that it was Huang Cong, his expression must be very funny."
Poor Feng'er, traveled all the way to save the person in love, only to find that he was actually deceived. Will there be tears or blood in his heart?
Amorous people will be hurt by love.
Ye Luo raised his head and drank the wine in one glass.
Yi Lang said: "Where will Lieruge be?"
Dan Ye Luo squinted at him, smiling but not smiling: "You are not her opponent. You are not qualified."
Yi Lang's pupils shrank suddenly.
Nan Ye Luo sniffed the remaining scent of wine in the glass, squinted and smiled: "You have been defeated by her twice, this time, you still can't beat her."
Yi Lang's pupils burst into a dead gray shade: "I'm afraid you don't know where she is."
Dawn Ye Luo raised his head and laughed, his red clothes flying like a mist of blood.
"As long as you answer a question, I will tell you where she is going."
Yi Lang looked at him coldly.
An Yeluo's skin was pale and bloodless, as if all his life was burning in those ruthless and passionate eyes, burning like fire, but as quiet as a lake.
"Are you dead?"
He asked Yi Lang.
Yi Lang froze.
Nan Ye Luo looked at him interestingly:
"The moment Zilie Mingjing died, you seemed to be dead. It's just that I don't understand, why do you hate Zhanfeng and Lie Ruge so much?"
Yilangxiang was suddenly enveloped in a kind of pain.
An Yeluo smiled maliciously: "You hate them not only for power status, but also for other secrets."
Yi Lang's body began to tremble, and this tremor revealed deep pain.
"Child, tell me." Dark night Luo softly persuaded, "Why are you in such pain, what is tormenting you, what are they doing to you."
The gray pupils are filled with pain. Too much pain, finally, gradually condensed into ice. Yi Lang took a breath, his gray eyes looked like a beast without human emotions:
"Yes. I am just a dead man now."
He answered a question.
Now, it should be Anye Luo telling him where Lieruge is.
Nan Ye Luo smiled.
He laughed like a kind elder tolerating a naughty child.
"After the death of Lie Mingjing, there is only one person Lie Ruge trusted most, and only he has the ability to protect her."
Yi Lang's eyes flashed: "He is in the army."
Nan Ye Luo laughed.
The laughter is charming and elegant. The dark river rushes to a dark place in the ground with laughter, and the fire burns enthusiastically in the laughter.
However, they didn't seem to notice it.
In a dark corner, the black veil danced in hatred, and under the black veil turned out to be a woman with a twisted and ugly face that seemed to have been swallowed by flames...