Don't panic, the leader of rebirth

The rain is as cold as an ice cone, piercing into the bone, and the charming woman at this moment is like a gossamer.

The taste in Yue Lin's mouth was not good, the arrow pierced through her entire abdomen, the blood slid down the purple clothes, was washed away by the rain, mixed into a faint blood color and flowed in the water, a dazzling red.

The black bear was crying like a helpless child, he hugged Wu Xiang tightly in his arms, and whimpered, "I don't know..."

The corner of Wu Xiang's mouth raised slightly, she sneered, rubbing blood onto Hei Xiong Junyi's cheek, she said: "I thought you would directly say that you don't love... Hei Yan, look into my eyes."

"look at me."

She raised the black bear's head, the rainwater flowed down their hair, and the rainwater from the high altitude fell rapidly. She exhausted all her strength, looked at each other, and the two were close at hand.

"Look into my eyes." Her pale face was like paraffin, but she was still beautiful, like an angel with broken wings, or a fairy, and her voice like a silver bell was as tender as water.

The black bear looked at the woman, tears mixed with rain, he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his cheeks, and asked, "Why did you push me away, if you didn't push me away, you wouldn't..."

"Hei Yan, I once said that there is no other way but to kill them all, right?"

"Yes..." Hei Xiong hesitated as he didn't know what the woman in his arms wanted to say.

Wu Xiang showed a smile, she was still a rose of thorns, glamorous, her voice was cold but her eyes were gentle, and she said: "Hei Yan, when that arrow comes, I have no other way, I know, You know."

The heart was tightly grabbed and torn by both hands, Wu Xiang's words were like a dull bell, breaking the last line of defense of the black bear, a sharp pain hit the heart, and the black bear was stiff all over.

"Hei Yan, I come from Carthage. According to our customs, we will carve the name of the person we love most on our chest with a knife to tell the world that this person belongs to us. Black Yan engrave it for me now, I belong to you. My heart belongs to you, and my soul belongs to you."

An exquisite dagger was engraved with a lifelike night sparrow, petite and nimble, Wu Xiang took the dagger out of the bandage on her leg and put it in Hei Yan's hand, said.

"Damn it, get the hell out of here! Let go of the hostess!" He Feng, covered in blood, was like a raging beast. He was holding his saber, which was still dripping with scarlet blood in the rain. The fragrant black bear roared violently.

The black bear was pushed down by He Feng, but he held Wu Xiang tightly in his arms and never let go. Wu Xiang, who was protected by the black bear, raised her eyes slightly and glanced at He, who was half kneeling aside and staring nervously at her. Feng, she smiled softly: "He Feng...you, you can meet someone better."

"I'm sorry." She sighed, she turned her head away from looking at the man.

He Feng shook his head in the rain, the rain splashed away along with his movements, he looked at the weak woman and muttered to himself: "You will not die, I will let the best witch in Xiangsui save you! "

Wu Xiang giggled, and she stared at He Feng, just like the first time she saw him.

"Don't waste your efforts, I know, I can't do it."

He Feng looked desperate, like an abandoned child, and his heart-piercing wailing was like the last despair and lamentation of the dead.

"Black flame, dagger."

Hei Xiong took the dagger that Wu Xiang handed to him again, looked at the petite and delicate dagger in his palm, unbuttoned his shirt, exposed his strong chest, put the dagger in the woman's hand at the place closest to the heart, and said: "You Carve first."

"No, you engraved on my body first, I want to watch your name land on my chest."

Wu Xiang's nose was sore, she held the dagger in her hand, but she had no strength due to blood loss, the black bear tightly held the woman's white hand, held the dagger, and carved words on the flesh, Wu Xiang seemed painless, blood oozing out, Under her collarbone, there is a symbol made of blood, probably in Carthaginian characters, and it is the name of Hei Yan.

"This is the Yan character of Hei Yan in Carthage. I am very happy to meet you." The woman stretched out her arm, brushing the tears and rain on Hei Yan's cheek, and then whispered like a lover's nickname: "Yu We are so lucky to meet each other, and my soul will accompany my thoughts, and I will pray in the arms of the ancestor gods, and may I continue my relationship with you in the next life."

Suddenly she slumped to the ground, the woman who hadn't carved the letter on the black bear's heart, lost all her strength.

"Wu Xiang, I will go to Carthage, find your name, engrave it here, in the name you gave, Hei Yan." Hei Yan pointed to his chest, then lowered his head, the two foreheads touched, he With his eyes closed, he kissed the woman's cold lips devoutly.

Touching foreheads - that is the oldest rule in Yanyi, and it is the proof that two people are married.

Under the curtain of rain, only the smell of blood and two men in grief remained in the entire arena.

He Feng fell to his knees, losing all his strength, his god died.

It was a beautiful summer day. It was a sound like a silver bell coming from the white carriage. She slowly got off the carriage. A soldier stared at the beautiful girl in amazement. With a bang, the soldier bumped into a person. I was so frightened that I quickly knelt down, and I didn't even have time to see who I bumped into, "My lord, I didn't do it on purpose, please forgive me!"

At this time, the anaconda was very old, but his body was still strong. He looked at the kneeling soldier with displeasure, waved his hand, and said, "Drag him out for me, and feed him to my little pet."

The cold voice of the old man decided a person's life and death. The soldier was sweating profusely, and he didn't want to be fed to that ugly stinger, a disgusting giant insect at all.

"Soldier, don't hurry up and throw him out?!"

"Yes, my lord." The two soldiers looked at the poor man kneeling on the ground with pity. Although they worked together, the master's order was the most important at this moment, and they could only execute it.

The poor soldier let out a desperate roar. He had seen those people who were eaten by the sting. It would spray out the venom to corrode the flesh of those people, and then those people would not die. The sting would slowly torment the sent ones first The food is then eaten slowly from the feet to the person being delivered.

"Please, my lord... Please, my lord!"

The soldier begged, but could only get a cold look.

"My lord?" A voice like a silver bell sounded, and the girl in a pure white veil looked suspiciously at the soldier and the anaconda who were kneeling and begging to leave.

"My lord, what did he do?"

Sui Bo saw the girl's pretty face, and smiled slightly on the dead wood face, and said, "He hit me, so I'm going to feed him to my pet."

The girl frowned slightly, she pouted her mouth, and said intently: "My lord, can you let him go? You are a kind person!"

Sui Bo looked at the girl with fiery eyes, and for a moment, said helplessly, "Okay."

The girl looked at the anaconda with a smile, then, walking up to the soldier, she said to the soldier seriously: "Be careful when you walk in the future."

The soldier was slightly stunned, seeing the girl's face clearly from such a distance, he suddenly said: "Okay, thank you, may I know your name?"

"I, my name is Wu Xiang!" The girl was surprised, and then faced the warm summer day with a gentle smile, making the soldiers think that they saw God.

"Wu Xiang, come here, come with me."

"Great Master...Brother." Wu Xiang hesitated for a while, she glanced at the soldiers on the ground, then took the arm that Great Master stretched out, and walked across the garden...

The soldier stood quietly on the spot, watching the back of the group of people leaving, and never moved away from the girl's body.

The rain fell on his cheeks, left along his eyes, and rippled in the bloody pool. He stood up slowly, and the cold voice that he pointed at with his long sword made people feel like falling into a cellar of ice, "Black Flame , Hei Yan, the hostess is dead, you go to accompany her, she will be lonely..."

Hearing He Feng's words, Yue Lin Wuchen was as cold as an enemy, they backed up unconsciously, approached Hei Yan, Leng Heng picked up a rough knife from the ground, stood beside Yue Lin, and cut the boy With the guard behind him, Wu Chen turned over and picked up a broken knife from the pile of corpses, carefully guarding He Feng and the soldiers behind him.

"You... yes, you also go to accompany the hostess together." He Feng grinned, like a devil walking out of hell, his bloodthirsty eyes flashed a cold light, and swept Yue Lin and the others.

"Soldier, kill them!"

"My lord..." Several soldiers held the weapons in their hands and looked at He Feng hesitantly.

Just like He Feng, without Black Flame, the hostess would not be able to kill Sui Bo...they didn't dare...

He Feng roared violently: "I am the master of Xiangsui now, he is just a damned slave, fuck me, kill them!"

Hei Yan carefully put down Wu Xiang's body, put the exquisite Yeque dagger in his waist, and then looked at He Feng who was provoking him. The mud dripped down the blade.

"He Feng, I don't want to kill you, let me take Wu Xiang away."

Hei Yan opened his mouth slightly, he stared at the decadent man in front of him, they all felt sorry for the dead woman, Hei Yan knew that the man in front of him really loved Wu Xiang, his eyes could tell, he had seen He Feng's kind many times Obsessed eyes, admiration, admiration, pity, or something else, he has seen too many complicated things from this man's eyes, and he can't explain clearly.

"Hehe, the hostess is dead. Since you are engraving with the hostess, you can accompany her. I think she will forgive me for doing this, and she must also want to see you!" He Feng said stubbornly. neck, and then rushed up like a mad cow!

The door was smashed, and two young people walked in in a panic.

The white toga was covered with muddy soil. The young man ran into the battlefield of the martial arts competition. He stared blankly at the martial arts arena below. According to the myth of the martial arts arena, the warrior Hei Yan was confronting Master He Feng, while the ground... ...that purple dress is—the mistress of Wuxiang.

The other young man who followed in was also slightly stunned when he saw this scene. He looked at the other party tremblingly, his whole body was cold, and he repeated helplessly: "Mistress... Mistress is dead!"

"Ji, we... what shall we do now?" He turned his head and asked his companion.