My love options are a bit difficult

Chapter 403 Fate Is Always Impermanent
"It's not entirely because of the love between them, but because the newly appointed shogun is a subordinate of the previous one, and now he is ordering to hunt down Qi Mujun, and the villagers are afraid of being implicated, so they teamed up and wanted to take the initiative. Take Master Qimu first, otherwise you will be implicated and killed."

Yu Gongquan put his hands on his cheeks, and said with a sullen expression.

This makes Natsume Kaede feel a bit logical, because it was because of the previous general's subordinates, so even if he is on the throne of the shogun now, in order to stabilize his rights and status, he must at least clean up the former general. leftovers.

The protagonist Qi Mu is naturally the first among them, which can be said, and the villagers are afraid of being implicated, so they attack them in groups. They want to execute them first to avoid everyone being blamed by the general. It is reasonable.

But if the curtain ended so simply, wouldn't it be too shameful for the writer's imagination?
Xia Mufeng felt that there would definitely be some tricks in the future, such as a direct explosion at a critical moment, overdrawing his body and opening Wushuang to kill him cleanly, and finally he didn't even stay in the countryside and ran directly to the mountains.

Or the dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon, reassemble the army gathered in the past, slash the newly appointed shogun, and then become a general himself to live a life of singing and dancing.

But fate is always impermanent, and it is fun to tease people.

Screenwriters like this creature take pleasure in teasing the audience.

No audience can guess whether the screenwriter will feed you shit or sugar at the next moment. It is possible that the screenwriter's brain may short-circuit and immediately the whole show's style of painting will start to collapse.

Originally, such things as TV dramas were artificially modified, and the status of screenwriters in the island country was second only to supervisors in the crew. It's actually a normal phenomenon for you to get shit out of your head when you drink horse urine.

Natsume Feng, who can't figure out the screenwriter's donkey temper, can't be sure at the moment. The domestic dramas and island countries in his mind are still a little uncomfortable, so he tried to comfort her in popular words: "These things are still uncertain for the time being." , maybe he will have a life after a while, it's better to continue watching."

I don't know if his consolation worked, or the plot of the TV series reached its peak. In short, the indignation on Yu Gongquan's face faded a little.

While staring at the TV screen, she said perfunctorily, "Hmm."

Xia Mufeng shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to think.

I had to drink up the remaining cold tea in the cup, and then filled up the steaming tea from the teapot.

To be honest, thinking of this, he couldn't help becoming a little interested in this TV series. He wanted to know what kind of ending the screenwriter would end with. The loop, if it ends with another kind of contrast, it would be interesting.

Curiosity is what drives a person to learn about someone or something.

So Natsume Feng also fixed his eyes on the TV screen.

The color frame rate is instantly reflected in the pupil, and the picture is transmitted from the pupil to the optic nerve, forming a vibrant color picture.

The camera switched again.

In the backyard of General Nuo's mansion, pear blossoms bloomed quietly, and snowflakes fell from the sky gently, falling on the dust in pieces, some of which melted into the water and disappeared, while others disappeared. Into the snow.

A warrior wearing black and red antler armor came slowly, pale snowflakes fell on his helmet and shoulder armor and stopped, becoming the only white spot in the dark color of his body, and finally he stopped at Mr. Qimu In front of Minghuazhang.

At this time, the male and female protagonists looked a little embarrassed, the hair on their foreheads was stained with dust and mess, and they knelt on the ground with heavy iron chains on their hands and feet, and they lost their previous high spirits. But the eyes are still different from the grayness of the dying person, still retaining a ray of light and splendor.

The protagonist named Qimu smiled bitterly, looked up at the black-armored warrior, and said with a sad smile: "Sure enough, I still can't escape this day?"

The samurai in black and red antler armor did not speak, but slowly pulled out the sword from his waist.

Under the reflection of the light, the dao engraved with cloud patterns exudes a brilliant light, which even made the two people in front of them dare not look directly at it.

The black-armored warrior raised the knife above his head. The blade exudes awe-inspiring chill in winter, and the blade glow is also exuding a different piercing needle glow at this moment.

"You guys who are in trouble, don't you have any last words left?"

A thick and gloomy voice came from behind the black and red armor, and the new shogun uttered his own words for the first time.

The two kneeling in front of him looked at each other silently, and after giving each other a tacit smile, they didn't say a word, but closed their eyes silently.

call!
The blade rolled with snowflakes in the air, and the chill condensed on the edge of the blade, the meaning of death biting the bone.

After three seconds.

The man named Qimu slowly opened his eyes, but after watching a knife sink into the soil in front of him, he could still see the figure of the warrior in black armor going away from the corner of his eye, and he was a little dazed for a while. in place.

It seemed that it was the strangeness and doubts about not killing himself, but also the joy and confusion about the rest of his life after death. He knelt on the spot and didn't know what to do for a while.

"Mr. Chess Wood."

The woman next to him called him softly.

"Famous flowers."

The man's eyes gradually regained some clarity.

"The general doesn't seem willing to kill us."

The woman let out a breath of cold air, and said with some doubts.

"Maybe he's just afraid of getting his hands dirty."

The man froze for a moment, glanced at the knife in front of him, thought for a while and said.

"But we are indeed deserved to die, and should no longer exist in this world."

The woman's voice gradually became lower.

"so."

The man was silent for a while.

"If there is a next life, can you marry me for the first time?"

After a long time, the woman looked at the man, with colorful eyes flashing.

"I will."

The man just replied simply and affirmatively.

"If that's the case, it doesn't matter if you are in this life, why not enter reincarnation and wash away the ashes."

When the woman got the man's answer, she couldn't help but smile lightly on her pretty face.

"Then let me accompany you on the road to Huangquan this time."

The man gradually looked in front of him, exhaled lightly, and calmed down his mood.

"Please do."

The woman gently embraced the man's waist, and put her hands on his broad back.

brake!
The sound of the blade breaking through the ground was a bit rough.

puff!

The sound of the tip of the knife piercing into the flesh was very abrupt, and at the same time carried a piercing harshness.

The man and woman who were kneeling in the snow filled the sky embraced each other, their stomachs were penetrated by a knife exuding chill, and the pure white snowflakes scattered on the tip of the knife, and the drop of blood on the tip of the knife The bead was stained red, giving it an inexplicable sense of poignancy.

As the camera gradually rises, the figures of the two become more and more blurred, and finally there is only a piece of daylight left.

Three subtitles with black borders gradually appeared on the TV screen.

【End】

(End of this chapter)