All The Male Leads Have Blackened

In the lively market, the hawkers on both sides of the stall drank non-stop, and the white mist spit out from the mouth.

People on the street watched as they walked, two or three together, talking and smiling happily. Overhearing the rapid sound of the horse's hoof, from far to near, they subconsciously avoided, and raised their heads to see a person riding a horse quickly passing by.

It seems that there are still many burdens hanging.

The woman was eager to optimistic about her own child, for fear that the child would accidentally run to the middle of the road and be trampled by a horse. The children were very naughty and kept on playing.

The woman was so angry that she spat the child a few times.

Turning his head again at those who have left, he cursed: "When riding on the street, it seems to be his own skill! Don't be afraid to hurt someone, what!"

The person next to him lowered his voice: "What nonsense, but the person who sent down Fushan to buy things, let him hear what to do?"

The woman froze, her face was still not good-looking, and the people next to her began to mutter: "I heard that Fushan is doing a happy event today, and there are disciples who want to get married, and I don't know what the woman looks like.

The woman frowned. "Fuck what you do."

The horsemen had gone far, and they could not even hear what they said, and the wind in their ears whistled past with a smile on their faces.

Getting closer and closer to Fushan Pie.

But suddenly two people rushed out in front of them, holding swords in their hands, sharp eyes: "Stop!"

He frowned suddenly, and took out the sword that he was wearing: "Who dares to be so unreasonable, blind your eyes, don't you know that I am a Fushan school?"

The two men smiled, with a mockery between the eyebrows: "The ones who caught the Fushan faction."

The man on the horse suddenly came up and stabbed at it with a sword, but was not expected. Instead, he was stopped by the opponent, and after a few strokes he fell off the horse.

The two men glanced at the things hanging on the horse, all of which were to be used for happy affairs, and sneered: "A bunch of tattered things, our leader sees that he may feel his eyes dirty."

The man who fell to the ground couldn't get up for a long time. When he heard this, he suddenly looked up and grinned with painful teeth: "You guys are demons!"

No one bothered him.

The Fushan School is very lively, and everywhere is in red. People were so busy that they didn't stick to their feet, panic, and the people in the room were shouting, "Everybody's hands and feet are more sloppy, I can't spare you if you miss the time."

Then he quickly ordered the person who applied makeup to Cen Simiao: "Remember to be careful and don't make mistakes."

Cen Simiao was sitting in front of the mirror, looking at her eyebrows, applying rouge on her lips, and bending her eyes: "Can everything be smooth outside?"

The person next to his eyebrow moved and smiled: "What is wrong today? I have asked this many times. Naturally, it goes smoothly. You can rest assured."

Cen Simiao answered, looking at the window, a little stunned.

In a few moments, we will meet our relatives.

The person next to him took out a pair of ear pendants, with a smile on his face: "I almost forgot this, which was specifically ordered by Liu Gongzi."

The person next to her put it on quickly.

By the end of the afternoon, Cen Simiao was covered with red hijab and taken away by Liu Wuzhen. The affection in his eyes was quite obvious, and she would almost drown her.

Two people holding Hung Hom, went to the front of the palm to prepare to worship.

The manager's face was not good-looking. If it wasn't for Liu Wuzhen's insistence on this, and for the Fushan faction to abandon an arm, he would never agree to this marriage.

They were about to worship, and when they heard someone yelling outside, the manager frowned, and saw that the door stumbled into the person, kneeling on the ground, his face pale: "The devil ... the evil religion has come over."

Suddenly, thousands of waves were stirred up, and many people whispered with their eyes wide open, and the anger in the eyes of the head became obvious, yelling, "Be quiet."

Cen Simiao lowered her eyelashes, and covered her head with a red tulle, she could see her expression faintly.

There was a trace of hatred in Liu Wuzhen's eyes, but his voice was especially gentle: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Cen Simiao was trembling and a little scared.

Xunyoujia was prepared. Bai Muzhi made people stay in the distance not long ago in case Liu Wuzhen and Cen Simiao fled back to Fushan School.

However, due to the cheat of the system, I didn't find them.

Until today I got the news of Cen Simiao's big wedding.

The head of the team is not light, so he didn't pay attention to Fushan faction because some grudges directly let the people under him come to attack.

Immediately ordered the disciples of the Fushan School to go forward.

The terrain of the Fushan School is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Bai Muzhi just sent people to surround it, but he has not yet attacked.

It just made people say: "Cenim Miao will give you nothing."

After Cen Simiao heard that, she raised her brows and was really arrogant.

Liu Wuzhen's face turned black, and his red wedding robe made his look even worse. Grab Cen Simiao's hand: "He dreams."

The Fushan faction naturally wouldn't give Bai Muzhi such a face, and they didn't even listen, and the two groups started to fight.

Bai Muzhi seems to have already expected the Fushan School's tricks. In response, it was not so difficult, but he prevailed.

The head's face is getting ugly.

Thinking about the method, suddenly someone came to report that the martial arts place where the grain was stored was on fire.

Suddenly Fushan sent his face up and down.

There must be some people who have false teachings, otherwise how could such a place catch fire at a critical juncture.

Bai Muzhi made another rumor: "As long as Cen Simiao."

The head clasped his lips tightly, and didn't respond.

Later, when the two sides fought, the Fushan faction gradually couldn't support it, and the fire in the grain depot all burned clean.

At this moment, even if it was for other martial arts, it was far away from near thirst.

Cen Simiao was sitting next to Liu Wuzhen, her red hijab had not been lifted off, and her expression was particularly disturbed and terrified.

Liu Wudi kept calming her, but his face was somber, and she wished to kill Bai Muzhi now.

The head of the manager frowned, and when he saw the two of them, the anger in his heart was even stronger: "This calamity is all because of you, a wicked person. If you don't bring back the demons, there will be such a thing."

The more she talked, the more she grabbed Cen Simiao. She took a painful breath, and Liu Wuyi subconsciously tried to save it, but the head of the manager gave him a glance: "It is because of her today that it is up to her to end. tube."

Liu Wuzhen gritted his teeth tightly and never agreed, reaching out to grab Cen Simiao, but he emptied.

The head has taken Cen Simiao out, and said the next sentence: "I will solve this matter. If you listen to me, the head of the future will never consider you because your arm is broken."

Liu Wuzhen quickly chased past steps, and had caught Ceng Simiao's clothes, but because of this sentence he stayed in place until Ceng Simiao was getting farther and farther away from him.

He came back to God, gathered his mind, and hurried to chase after him, his expression was particularly anxious.

Fu Shan faction stood a high wall, and the head led Cen Simiao to see the people at war.

He tied Cen Simiao to a pillar, hung high, and sneered, "If you are going to break into the Fushan School today, I'm afraid that you must first get rid of the evil of the evil religion."

Bai Muzhi was talking to the people around him, and suddenly heard a voice.

He looked up, his eyes tightened.

Cen Simiao, wearing a bright red wedding gown, was tied to a high place, and the red hijab had been blown off by the wind, revealing a face painted with delicate makeup.

With obvious fear on her face, she shivered and shouted, "Let me down."

So touching.

Bai Muzhi clenched his palms, chilling under his eyes, making people feel creepy, he stepped forward.

Eyes have been staring at Cen Simiao.

The head of the Fushan faction squinted his eyes and put down his heart: "She is a demon of you, but she tried to marry our Fushan faction, **** it."

Bai Mu stopped pursing her lips: "She deserves to die, but she can't tell you."

The manager laughed more than once: "She's almost married to Fushan and sent, why can't I take care of it?"

"It's you, what's the matter with her?"

Bai Mu stopped bending her corner and looked at Cen Simiao, saying, "Even if she died, I would kill."

The head frowned.

Liu Wuzhen chased after him, his face turned pale, and seeing Cen Simiao hanging in the high place, his heart trembled together immediately, and his hand was about to be rescued.

Was stopped by the head.

Anxiously, Liu Wuzhen yelled, "What do you do! What to do if you scare her!"

Bai Muzhi's eyes sneered, looking at Cen Simiao: "How does it feel to be a bride?"

Cen Simiao's voice was dry, the fear on her face became more and more obvious, and her eyes became red: "You bastard."

He froze: "The person who tied you is not me. The person you want to marry looks at him aside and dares not save you."

Bai Muzhi's heart was getting more and more angry, and he tried to escape from him just to marry such a person.

Cen Simiao bit her lower lip, "I just love him."

In a word, Bai Muzhi's face became more and more gloomy, and his lips became pale, and the gloom on his body was particularly obvious.

Liu Wuzhen was standing still, his body froze, Cen Simiao passed into his ear with a crying voice, but smashed into his heart.

He was just like a mad man. He slammed his head to untie Cen Simiao's rope, but was pulled open by the head of the manager. Liu Wuzhen struggled, but he heard, "Do you want to leave Fushan Pie up and down?

Liu Wuxian frowned, almost biting his lips, and squeezed out: "I don't care about those ..."

After finishing the words, I heard: "Do you want to be in charge?"

Liu Wuzhen clenched his fists and looked at Cen Simiao.

With tears in her eyes: "No, it's okay, I'm not afraid."

Liu Wuzhen's eyes tightened, his head bowed, his body stiff. After a while, he looked up ":" I want you to stay with me, and I want to be in charge. "

Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled.

He pursed his lips tightly, stepped on the eaves, his clothes were blown by the wind, and there was a sense of coldness on his body.

As long as Bai Muzhi is killed, he will make a great contribution, and the position of his head must be him, and Cen Simiao is no longer in danger.

The head of the staff suddenly stunned, did not expect that Liu Wuzhen actually died.

Liu Wuzhen took a sword and stabbed at Bai Muzhi, Bai Muzhi still looked up at Cen Simiao, his eyes were cold: "Would you like to follow me?"

As soon as the words fell, the sword had approached him and almost stabbed his chest. Bai Muzhi turned over and avoided, and took out the sword that Cen Simiao was about to kill at that time, and fought with Liu Wuzhen.

Cen Simiao looked particularly clearly from a high place, and her mouth kept anxiously shouting: "Be careful, don't hurt yourself. Don't hit yourself, okay?"

After Bai Muzhi heard that, his face became colder and colder, and his tactics were relentless.

Cen Simiao shouted, "Beware!"

After a few moves, Liu Wuzhen was injured and fell to the ground, unable to move, Bai Muzhi's sword against his neck.

Liu Wuzhen stared at Cen Simao, her wedding dress was particularly bright, he clenched his palms unwillingly, but he couldn't even call out her name.

Liu Wuzhen moved his lips, but saw a flash of cold light, Bai Muzhi's sword cut through his neck.

He stared closely at Cen Simao, raising his right arm as if trying to touch her, but could not exert any strength, his eyes crossed a trace of unwillingness and regret, and in the end it was all tiresome.

The pupils gradually dilated.

Cen Simiao cried out in tears: "No!"

She cried terribly, the whole person was not angry, and stared at the dead Liu Wuzhen.

The head of the side did not expect that Liu Wuzhen would die, and his heart felt more aggrieved, clenching his teeth: "You must not deceive people too much!"

Bai Muzhi raised his head. For the first time, Cen Simiao's tears were annoying. He wiped the blood-stained sword clean and said, "People are dead."

Cen Simiao was crying.

The system dragged out the task list, leaving only 2% of favorability to be Raised.

Bai Mu stopped his throat tight and said coldly, "Dry your tears, don't move anymore."

He didn't talk anymore, looked at the enemy on the opposite side, and rushed forward, then stepped on the eaves of the wall, trying to save Cen Simiao.

The Fushan faction will never let her go. Liu Wuzhen is dead at this moment, let alone his mercy.

The head of Tieqing faced, let the archer pull the bow at Bai Muzhi, and suddenly the bow and arrow resembled rain, and rushed at him.

Bai Muzhi did a good job and barely avoided. Cen Simiao was hung with a heart, especially nervous. He looked at Cen Simiao from time to time, and found her expression.

Bai Mu raised his brows.

Cen Simiao looked back at him, biting her lower lip, trembling with fear, and suddenly saw his arm hit by an arrow, blurted out: "Go back, what can you do!"

Bai Muzhi's arm suddenly bleed and dyed his clothes red. He looked down and heard Cen Simiao's anxious voice, he couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth.

He said softly, "Afraid of me dying?"

Cen Simiao squeezed her lips tightly, and saw the arrow shot at him again, and suddenly shouted, "Be careful."

The smile on Bai Muzhi's lips became more and more obvious. He avoided the arrow, looked up at Cen Simiao, and laughed extremely cheerfully.

"What are you thinking?"

The tears on Cen Simiao's face were still dry, he stared and said, "How real are you when you cry."

Cen Simiao frowned, about to speak, and suddenly heard the system beep.

"——Ding, all your tasks have been completed, and you are about to enter the next world."

She paused, seeing Bai Muzhi getting closer to her, and hitting a few more arrows on her body, although it was not the injury that was the key, but she bleed a lot.

His face was stained with blood, his eyes glowed, and he stared at her tightly: "Go back with me, I must choke you to death."

Cen Simiao lowered her eyes and didn't speak. When she raised her head again, her eyes were very peaceful and she said quietly, "You."

Bai Mu only frowned, feeling that she was wrong.

She pursed her white lips: "Take care."

Bai Mu stopped for a moment, reaching out to touch her, but suddenly the rope tied to Cen Simiao was broken.

She fell straight down, Bai Muzhi's hands and feet were cold and her brain was blank.

He hurried to drag, but only met the hem of the wedding dress. The violent wind rose, and Cen Simiao's clothes were blown loose, and the combed bun was spread and fell to the ground.

The bright red blood was covered by the wedding dress.

Bai Mu stood still, standing next to her, and the head of the high wall had been killed by the Xunyoujiao. At this moment, the Fushan Pie was in a mess, and the surrounding was messy.

He stared at Cen Simiao, motionless, and after a while, he said, "You ..."

Feeling a sweet smell in his throat, he coughed a few times and spit out some blood.

He couldn't say a whole word, holding Cen Simiao, pulling the corners of his lips, his eyes suddenly became moist.