Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Yan San's neck turned stiffly, and his milky white and turbid pupils looked at Yan Shijun. Those eyes, which should be shining brightly, because a little surprise can make you happy for a long time, have lost any vitality at this moment. .

Yan Shijun wanted to approach him in disbelief, his voice trembling: "Yan... Yan San..."

"Young Master Yan!" Xing Yu was the first to react, blocking Yan Shijun behind him, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword, but the sword seemed to be as heavy as ten thousand jun, and he couldn't pull it out for a long time.

In other words, he couldn't draw his sword at Yan San.

Yan San walked slowly towards him, his face that always had a smile on it was completely devoid of expression at this moment, nothing but emptiness, one step after another, the slow pace forced the two of them to step back steadily.

There was no sound outside the Hall of Nights, and no guards appeared, needless to say, they were all killed.

This is the dead man who has been transformed by secret techniques. He is very powerful in combat and has no emotions. He is a killing machine.

Xing Yu guarded Yan Shijun tightly and retreated all the way to the corner. Yan Shijun lost his footing and fell to the ground. He accidentally pulled the tablecloth off the table, and all the tea sets on it fell to the ground.Yan San seemed to be awakened at that moment, his eyes looking at Yan Shijun suddenly loosened a bit, his lips trembled, and after a struggle, he spit out two words: "Mr... son..."

Yan Shijun was suddenly pleasantly surprised: "Yan San, you still remember me..."

There was the sound of the long arrow piercing through the air, the blade of the arrow pierced through Yan San's chest directly from behind, and the tail feathers swept past Xing Yu's side face, and nailed straight into the pillar of the Palace of Never Night.

Yan San's body trembled, and he fell down slowly.

"Yan San!!" Xing Yu sprinted two steps, and caught the fallen Yan San in his arms. His eyes had lost their light.

Yan Shijun completely lost his strength.

That little servant who is annoying all day long and talks too much.

The poisonous tongue who keeps the food box in his hand behind him, and has a top-notch make-up knife.

That little follower who is very gullible but always gets angry and posts again after a quarter of an hour.

Yan Shijun watched him fall in front of him, without breath.

"Yan San!!!" The hoarse growl passed through the Palace of Never Nights, and fell into the ears of the man who shot the arrow at the door. Shen Chichuan's heart was trembling all the time, until he couldn't even hold the longbow in his hand. I can't hold it anymore.

There was blood in Yan Shijun's eyes, watching Shen Chichuan holding a longbow, coming in from the door, looking at Yan San on the ground: "He is hopeless..."

"You didn't try to save him at all!" Yan Shijun's voice was already hoarse, and his roar seemed to contain blood.

Shen Chichuan didn't answer, Yan Shijun was only wearing his underwear, the door of the Palace of Nights was open, and the cold night wind blew in, messing up his hair and cooling his heart.

Shen Chichuan took off his robe and wanted to put it on Yan Shijun's body, but he was blocked with one hand, his eyes were icy cold: "You have a poor life, don't worry about the leader."

He got up tremblingly from the ground, walked to Yan San's side, touched the lifeless body with his hands, but couldn't say a word.

Xing Yu put Yan San's head on his lap, as if he just fell asleep and never left.Xing Yu pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly: "Yan San, get up, I'll take you out to play when I get up, don't you always blame me for leaving you alone and running out to play by yourself? This time I will take you OK?"

There is no answer.

Xing Yu smiled to himself: "You are too lazy, you don't wake up, and you still want me to carry you, don't you?"

Yan Shijun tried his best not to let himself cry.

"Okay, then I will reluctantly carry you on my back. I agreed in advance, only this time." Xing Yu said to himself, carrying Yan San on his back, and walked out step by step. The bleak cold wind outside His robe was flying, Xing Yu suddenly paused and sighed, "Are you cold?"

As soon as the words fell, Yan San was covered with a robe, and Yan Shijun appeared beside him: "Why don't you take me with you when you go out?"

Xing Yu nodded: "OK."

The funny scenes of the three people are performing excuses that they all know well.

Their figures disappeared into the night.

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Yan San's body was placed beside the woods on the edge of the cliff because he once told Xing Yu that he wanted to go down the mountain to have a look, because he had lived for more than ten years and had never been out of Luoxiao Palace. The little Luoxiao Palace imprisoned him for a short life.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, you can just see the scenery below the mountain, the mountains are stacked, the rain and fog are lingering, and there are faintly visible farmhouses hidden in the mountains.

They sat in front of the small grave for a long time, as if they were still the same as before, the three of them gathered together and muttered, and no one left.

The accident in Luoxiao Palace came very quickly. In the early morning of the second day, just as they were about to leave in front of the grave, there was a rustling sound from the woods behind them. Xing Yu reacted very quickly and protected Yan Shijun behind him, The sword in Li has been unsheathed.But after a while, people who came out from nowhere surrounded them.

These people seemed to disdain to be known by them at all. They were neatly dressed in blue-striped Taoist robes, and the leader was an old man with white beard who seemed to be over fifty years old.Seeing the old man, Xing Yu cursed in a low voice: "Stinky old man, it's the Central Plains martial arts again."

Those people seemed to know their movements in advance, and their goals were extremely clear. They wanted to capture Yan Shijun alive.Xing Yu protected him and fought and retreated. At some point, Shen Chichuan came out from the shadows. It seems that he must have been with Yan Shijun since last night.

Even if Shen Chichuan stepped forward, he could only withstand one or two of them.This time the Central Plains Wulin was clearly prepared, the blades were all coated with poison, Shen Chichuan suffered from old injuries, and he accidentally poisoned the Central Plains Wulin, sealing most of his body's internal strength.

Yan Shijun was protected until he retreated to the cliff. An arrow shot out from nowhere and shot straight at Yan Shijun. For the first time, Yan Shijun felt that he was so close to death.He closed his eyes like a conditioned reflex, and there was a sound of an arrow piercing his flesh and blood. The expected pain did not hit him, he only knew that he was pushed away, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the figure in front of him froze heavily. .

Shen Chichuan fell down.

At that moment, Yan Shijun's heart seemed to be cut by a sharp knife, and the pain was so painful that it was difficult to breathe.An electronic sound ding sounded in his mind, followed by the voice of the system without emotion: "Congratulations on completing the first phase of the task, Shen Chichuan's love has reached the full level."

With the old-fashioned background music for game clearance, Yan Shijun gave a wry smile, and he was no longer in the mood to complain. He only saw the person in front of him collapse unconsciously.

Seeing Shen Chichuan fall, the old man with white beard couldn't hide the ecstasy and greed in his eyes anymore, he dipped his bow and set up an arrow, and shot another arrow at Shen Chichuan.

"Shen Chichuan!!!"

Xing Yu was trapped by the martial arts of the Central Plains, Shen Chichuan was hit by two arrows in a row, and his figure was almost unbearable, but he still managed to stand up and protect Yan Shijun behind him.

Xing Yu was surrounded by several people, and he had to take care of Shen Chichuan and Yan Shijun behind him, so he was almost unable to resist.Shen Chichuan almost had half of his life left struggling to hold on, at that moment, Yan Shijun's brain was spinning rapidly - without him, without him, Xing Yu was fully capable of taking Shen Chichuan away.

Yan Shijun turned his head to look at the cliff behind him, and his eyes fell on the man in front of him with a long sword on the ground who was barely able to support his body, and he said in his heart: I'm sorry.

No matter how much he hates, he still wants Shen Chichuan to be considerate.

With a leap, his body fell straight down like an unconscious dead leaf.