Peach Blossom Dream

Anything is fine, as long as you don't call me Zuo Zhuangzhu any more. "

"Okay." Uncle Jifeng swept away the snow between Zuo Qingyue's eyebrows, and killed two Xue Guo soldiers who came to attack people.

Zuo Qingyue also struggled to raise her hand to help Uncle Jifeng sweep the snow off his shoulders, and said slowly: "My hometown is far away in the south...there...it will never be cold...Boss Uncle, if There is still a chance, would you like to go back to my hometown with me? I want to take you to meet...the four seasons are like spring."

Shu Jifeng hugged him tightly, wanting to give him the warmth of his whole body, and replied firmly: "The four seasons are like spring, I have seen it before."

"Right between your eyebrows."

Zuo Qingyue was dumbfounded by these words, and it took a while to realize that, regardless of the injuries on her body, she laughed loudly, and said while laughing: "It turns out...it turns out that the person I have secretly liked for so many years also likes me .”

"Yes, I like you."

Shu Jifeng seemed to think that this sentence was not enough, and continued:

"Besides, I'm happy. Ever since I fell in love with you, I've been happy."

"I love you, Brother Zuo."

Zuo Qingyue lay still in Shu Jifeng's arms, quietly listening to his confession to herself, and after a while, she was convinced that all this was not a dream, and she cheered up: "I just... can be regarded as a dream for Dahe I made a contribution... I don't know if it can be offset... to offset a little bit of the evil deeds of massacring the village... Uncle Boss, you can still accept people like me...I am so happy..."

Shu Jifeng covered his mouth, shook his head and said: "You are not allowed to say that, since you and I have become one body, your sin is also my sin, don't say whether you accept it or not."

"Okay," Zuo Qingyue seemed to have exhausted her strength, she collapsed into Shu Jifeng's arms, but she caught a glimpse of the situation on the battlefield, and suddenly became nervous, "Look, the Demon Cult..."

Shu Jifeng looked up and saw that the Demon Cult had already messed up its formation in front of the mirror of Yunshan Fengjiao.

Suddenly, a small soldier on the side of the river took off his helmet and muttered something.

Looking from a distance, that person seemed to be Shen Ziyi who disguised herself as a man and sneaked into the barracks. There were three or five soldiers beside her who were desperately protecting her from being disturbed.

Because the mirror of Yunshan Fengjiao faced the direction of the Demon Cult, Shen Ziyi was not affected by the mirror.

"Not good! That finger puller!" Shu Jifeng and Zuo Qingyue were surprised at the same time.

At the next moment, a soldier protecting Shen Ziyi turned around and stabbed her fiercely, in order to trigger the effect of pulling his fingers, and sure enough, the illusion was created immediately!

It seems that Shen Ziyi also has the determination to die this time.

Under the urging of the seriously injured Shen Ziyi, the magic power of the finger was extremely strong, and immediately some Dahe people fell into an illusion and were slaughtered.He Zhichuang noticed the strangeness behind him, and handed over the task in hand to other Fengjiao juniors and juniors, and turned around alone to deal with Shen Ziyi and the finger wrench in her hand.

Shen Ziyi was on the verge of death, and the finger in her hand burst out with a dazzling light like blue fireworks. Although it was not as powerful as the illusion created by the joint efforts of the Demon Cult, it was more real and more alluring because of the finger.

Zuo Qingyue gasped for breath, and said urgently: "Brother He can't go!" He knew that there was a girl in He Zhichuang's heart who couldn't forget what she wanted, and in front of such a real illusion, it was difficult for He Zhichuang to get out of her whole body. retreat.

Sure enough, He Zhichuang paused, and the umbrella in his hand did not open in time.

Shen Ziyi curled his lips into a smile, and a knife flew out of his other hand, aiming at He Zhichuang's life gate.

He Zhichuang finally reacted, and the green umbrella in his hand snapped open, spinning at high speed to block the killing knife, and a long strip was cut on the umbrella surface.

Uncle Jifeng saw that the umbrella surface looked familiar, and remembered that senior brother used to hold that umbrella and cry when he was drunk.Uncle Feng was also surprised, such a chic and unrestrained person like Eldest Senior Brother, had never seen him in the rain, how could he have such a beautiful umbrella?It was only later that I found out that the elder brother bought that umbrella specially to protect a girl from the rain.

He Zhichuang had made preparations before coming here. For him, the most sad part of the illusion of the Demon Cult was nothing more than the person he kept in his heart.He thought it over, since he was doomed to have no fate in this life, then he would shatter the remaining beautiful imagination in the name of breaking the illusion.

Now that the umbrella is broken, the next step is to kill her in that illusion with her own hands.He Zhichuang didn't have time to hesitate, even if his heart was pierced like a knife and he was very nostalgic, he would take action, not to kill Shen Ziyi, but to kill her in his heart.

Shen Ziyi did not expect that someone would break her dream so clearly and decisively. Before she had time to make adjustments, she clearly saw a thin crack in the puller on her finger.

Mirror flower water moon.

Then fold the flowers to break the mirror.

"You killed her! You actually killed her!" Seeing what He Zhichuang was thinking, Shen Ziyi screamed and tried to disturb his mind, "Always remember, you once killed your sweetheart!"

He Zhichuang closed his umbrella and stood up, saying, "I didn't kill her, I just killed my own heart."

After finishing speaking, He Zhichuang stretched out his hand, picked Shen Ziyi with an umbrella, and spit out a stone bead from his mouth, shooting towards Shen Ziyi's heart and lungs as if killing his life.

35. The vest fell

Unexpectedly, Shen Ziyi, who was already seriously injured, did not die, and was not even hit by the deadly stone bead.

A hand stretched out from behind He Zhichuang, and grabbed the stone bead even faster.

The owner of that hand was tall, with a mask showing him——

It's the leader of the Demon Cult!

He Zhichuang was very surprised, he didn't understand why a leader came to the enemy's battlefield for a woman, but before he had time to think, his opponent changed from Shen Ziyi to the leader of the Demon Cult.

Shen Ziyi was equally as shocked as He Zhichuang.Even if death is in front of her eyes, she is unwilling to become a burden to the Red Rain Sect, and even less willing to let the leader take such a big risk to save her.

Shen Ziyi couldn't help saying that she wanted to break free and told the leader to leave quickly.

The person behind the mask knew what she was thinking, bowed his head and whispered two words in her ear: "Be obedient."

Shen Ziyi froze in place immediately after hearing these two words, and looked up at the person who held her in his arms in disbelief.Except for a pair of eyes, she couldn't see or touch anything, but Shen Ziyi obediently obeyed his arrangement.

He Zhichuang pulled out the soft sword in his waist to stop the leader of the Demon Cult. The leader of the Demon Cult didn't want to get entangled with him, so he grabbed Shen Ziyi's slender waist and intended to pass directly through the mirror guarded by Yunshan Fengjiao.How could He Zhichuang let him go back?The soft sword under his hand was entangled like a snake, and he spit four stone beads in his mouth, but the leader of the demon sect dodged them one by one.

Not far in front of them, the members of the Devil's Cult were already in disarray, and the illusion that was originally like a net was torn apart. Feng Jiaoren tore up their illusion at the cost of two deaths and one injury.The time has come, Dongfeng Sanren commanded the remaining Fengjiaoren, and they all rushed towards the deeper and more dangerous enemy camp.

Seeing that He Zhichuang was clinging to him, and that his congregants were seriously injured, he turned around and slapped He Zhichuang with the momentum of a raging flame.

In order to support the leader of the Demon Cult, He Zhichuang did not dodge at all, and took the palm alive. At the same time, the last stone bead in his mouth shot out, hitting the forehead of the leader of the Demon Cult.

There was a crack in the mask.

Just before falling down, He Zhichuang saw that the mask was split in two by a slit, and the face under the mask slowly appeared before the eyes of the world:

Gentle and gentle, with kind eyebrows.

It turned out to be——

Yayu!

The leader of the Demon Cult who kills people like hemp is actually the number one gentleman admired by the world!

Yayu was hit by He Zhichuang's stone beads, lost consciousness and fell back. Just when he was about to lose his center of gravity, he heard Shen Ziyi in his arms calling his name.

He can't fall!Absolutely absolutely not!

After a blink of an eye, Yayu regained consciousness.

"The legendary No. [-] gentleman, Yayu, has been admired for a long time."

The speaker was sitting on a chair, and behind him was the chaotic fight between the Snow Country and the Dahe people. There were mountains of bones and rivers of blood, but the person on the chair seemed to be sitting in the yard basking in the sun, calm and calm. Looking at Yayu.

Yayu said: "Senior is...Nanfeng Sanren?"

Nanfeng Sanren touched his legs, and said flatly: "He Xiaochuang is my martial nephew; Dahe is my hometown; you intended to invade my hometown and seriously injured my martial nephew. Has been abolished, but still overestimated, want to seek justice."

Shen Ziyi was in Yayu's arms, dying: "Let go of me, go on your own, I won't blame you."

Yayu looked down at her, not allowing her to refuse: "This time, no matter what, I won't let go."

Nanfeng Sanren's hearing ability is excellent, he could hear their words verbatim, and said: "I'm sorry, but I can't be soft-hearted for your sons and daughters. Today, you and I, let's meet with life and death."

"Okay." Yayu agreed.

Both were bare-handed, facing each other in the snow.Yayu hugged Shen Ziyi with one hand, and slowly moved her feet. He knew that he had no chance of winning, but he didn't want to die here with Shen Ziyi. He wanted to seize the last chance to live with her.

The foot of Nanfeng Sanren's chair sank into the snow, and his four apprentices were all killing each other with the members of the Demon Sect at this time, and no one could take care of him.

Zuo Qingyue was close to unconsciousness, but she still knew everything on the battlefield well, and said slowly: "Boss Uncle, go help Senior Nanfeng."

How can I go?The people of Snow Country went crazy, refusing to let anyone fall into a disadvantage, they caught and slaughtered one by one.Shu Jifeng hugged him tightly: "No, you...I can't leave now..."

Zuo Qingyue smiled miserably, and suddenly had the strength to say long and long sentences like a flashback: "I know your heart...but you are the son of General Uncle, and you were born to be a soldier in battle.