[Jian 3] Pit father's love game

The moment before stepping out of the prison, Qu Lingyin activated the Heaven's Absolute Gu, and the Holy Fire Burning City, which had not been used for a long time, was used again, and the bright flames exploded from her side, becoming more and more intense...

In the end, she walked out of the prison and appeared in the eyes of the superintendent, not hiding her face at all, and her expression was deliberately disguised to be flamboyant.

"Ed and the saint."

As she expected, the general changed his expression when he saw her face, and finally questioned with cruelty:

"Is the Red Clothes Cult going to betray you?"

Qu Lingyin put up her sleeves and covered her lips with a chuckle, her brows and eyes were flirtatious, she didn't answer, she just left it to the general to imagine.In order to play Tanxue even more flawlessly, she secretly took out her sword in the piano from her backpack, planning to use the sword technique while using the holy fire to burn the city.

Because she still remembered that Tanxue knew how to use a sword in private.I still remember when Tanxue practiced sword casually in the main hall of Dihua Palace, the red gauze was ethereal, the sword light flashed, it was very beautiful, it was as gorgeous as a dance, a magnificent visual feast.Her sword moves are gorgeous, but there is a bit of elegance hidden in them, which doesn't fit her personal style very well.

The sword light danced, the red yarn fluttered, and the inner strength under the Phantom of the Red Clothes Art was in motion, and the orange-red sword energy was hidden in the flames, attacking the general.

The general was so angry that his expression calmed down, but his brows and eyes were filled with ferocity and hostility:

"It seems that the real purpose of your leader is still open to discussion. When I report to the Wolf Sect, none of you will be able to escape!"

He exerted strength on his feet, jumped up from the horse, swung the steel whip in his hand, and swept towards Qu Lingyin with a strong inner strength:

"Whether it's Assassin or you Tanxue? Edhe, betrayers are unforgivable!"

The sword in Qu Lingyin's hand quickly changed a few moves, and the force on the whip was relieved a few times, and the same flamboyant and presumptuous smile as Tan Xue's appeared on her lips:

"You don't think I'm the only one~"

The general's expression froze for a moment. In his eyes, the face of this magnificent red-clothed woman in front of him was suddenly a little blurred, until the sword with the flaming light pierced his heart. Instinct to escape.The sword brushed past his chest, and the flames whizzed upwards, scorching a piece of his flesh black in an instant.

With a sullen face, he distanced himself, then turned to look at the supervisor behind him, he was very concerned about what Qu Lingyin said just now.

The front row of the supervisors who were originally lined up in an orderly manner was mostly dead or injured, and there were six or more figures shuttling among them, moving at such a high speed that the naked eye could not distinguish his movements at all, only the flickering knife light and the following The wailing sounded, and those golden hairs flying in the wind.

This moment is Lu Hui's personal performance moment, and he has maximized the advantage of speed.

On the other side, the man in scarlet clothes stood with a sword in his hand, his expression was cold, and the firelight added a bit of warmth to his face, even with such a cold expression, it was hard to conceal the magnificence of his face.

The sword in his hand dances with him, the crimson sword energy is overflowing, and the sword moves are gorgeous and dangerous.The flames reflected in his eyes, like a pair of pupils lit with anger.

The sword edge cut through the human skin, blood splashed.

Fang Shaohan's beautiful face was rarely tinged with madness and gloom, and there was joy in his bright black eyes.

He thought of the humiliation he suffered when he was brought before the leader in prison, the force that hit him at the crook of his leg when he was forced to kneel down, and the whip on his forehead...

My head still hurts...

It doesn't matter, killing will forget these.

Kill all these people.

The half-faced man covered in silver armor was hiding in the dark, hanging upside down under the eaves inside the prison door, with the thousand receivers in his hand aimed at the general who had just escaped the sword in Qu Lingyin's hand.

[Your fate is over, I will give you a ride. 】

A shot of chasing life attacked the general at a tricky angle that was not easy to flash.

Regardless of the fight between Qu Lingyin and the general, Song Yan and Shui Jing also found an angle to cut into the prison army and start fighting - no matter what, they can't be allowed to enter the prison now. Be extra safe.

The zither has already been broken, and all he can use now is the sword in his hand.Sparse shadows were used horizontally, one person divided into six people, and the sword light intertwined into a sword array, attacking the chaotic overseer army.

Time passed slowly, and the chaos that erupted at the prison gate became bigger and bigger.The generals of the supervising army had already died under Tang Wuye's pursuit, and the supervising army was also killed and injured countless times, but Song Yan did not feel the pressure relieved at all.

Because the chaos here is too great, the reinforcements of Spike began to arrive slowly, and the new commanding general has appeared.

Wielding the sword in his hand again, his physical strength was already exhausted.The enemy in front of him is also starting to be a little blurry, but it doesn't matter anymore, right?

Now, everyone should have evacuated safely, and he was lucky.

It's also okay...to see Jin Niang.

In those jumping flames, he seemed to see Jinniang. She was the same as when he first saw her, riding a maroon horse, wearing light armor, a spear, and a red brocade robe.

When he first met her in Yangzhou, riding a horse through the street, to him, it was as if he saw the scorching sun rising in the morning, and he also heard the sound of flowers blooming in his heart.

That year he had just completed his studies, so he participated in the Yangzhou preliminary examination in high spirits. After the examination, he talked with people in the street. Maybe he was too involved in the discussion, and he didn't even notice that the purse was taken away.

The female general who passed by on horseback picked up the money bag in the thief's hand with a single shot.Only then did he realize with some embarrassment that he had lost his purse.

[Sir, please be careful next time. 】

The female general in red and light armor smiled and handed him the purse in her hand, and there seemed to be a kind of tenderness in her brows and eyes as she bowed her head on the horse.

He knew it was an illusion, but he was still hopelessly caught in the tenderness of that moment.Obviously, when anyone bows his head, his face will be softened, but Song Yan insists that this is special.

He took the purse handed over by the female general with both hands, and touched her hand inadvertently. His embarrassment made him dare not raise his eyes to look at her. His wandering eyes finally fell on the red flower on her chest. The decoration on the chest of the female general, the flowers made of red juan are more vivid in the sun.

The sun seemed to be particularly bright that day, and even the man on the horse seemed to be shining.

The man laughed out loud, his voice was not crisp, it was even a little hoarse, but Song Yan felt inexplicably that this was the voice she should have.He couldn't help but look up at her, the smile on her face was bright and wanton, like the scorching sun.

Her smile is not as soft as that of the Qixiu girls, nor is it as elegant and reserved as the sisters of the Changge Master, but it is a bit hearty and wanton.

Although he has been taught all kinds of etiquette, Song Yan doesn't dislike the smile. He can even clearly feel the strange feeling in his heart.

Is it appreciation, yearning, or novelty?

He can't tell the difference.

【Hahahahahahaha, sir, you are too reserved.No need, I'm just helping out along the way.By the way, do you know how to get to the nearest inn? 】

[I'll take... the girl, I don't know the name of the girl? 】

[Don't be so polite, my name is Sun Sujin, I'm a rough person, I don't care too much, just call me Jinniang. 】

[In, here at the Song banquet. 】

chuff?Although she claimed to be a rough person, in Song Yan's eyes, she was clearly a woman as bright as the scorching sun, with the usual straightforwardness of a general.

This is really too self-effacing.

Song Yan laughed a little dumbfounded.

Because Song Yan took the initiative to lead the way, the woman named Jin Niang invited him to get on the horse, but after he refused, the woman got off the horse and led the horse to walk with him...

The first encounter between him and Jinniang was so ordinary, but it seemed that there was a predestined fate, no matter how ordinary the encounter was, they could draw the red line of marriage in their hands.

【Are you serious? 】

A female general in military uniform sat on the bank of the river, looking at him seriously:

【I am a soldier of Tiance Mansion, I will rarely go home, and as soldiers, we may die in battle one day. 】

[You can accept all of these? 】

Song Yan turned his eyes to the sparkling water, then looked at the green branches of willows hanging down on the embankment, lowered his eyes and affirmed again:

【Yan has always been very serious.If Jinniang has no intentions towards Yan, please forgive Yan for his rudeness today. 】

There was a bit of caution in his words that he himself hadn't noticed.

【Hahahahahahahaha, what are you talking about, if I don't like you, why waste the good time of Xiumu to come here with you to blow off air? 】

The female general with a wanton smile put one hand on the tree trunk behind him, leaned over to him, and looked into his eyes with a smile:

【Song Yan, why are you so unconfident? 】

The wind blew, the willows caressed, and the water rippled again.

【Song Yan, you are so kind to me. 】

The female general in a wedding dress took his hand and fell down on the big bed with him looking at the roof.

【You are my wife. 】

He looked at her sideways, his eyes full of joy and tenderness.

【Hahahaha, yes, I abducted you nerd back home. 】

She covered her eyes with one hand, still smiling wantonly.

But Song Yan found out that her smile was deliberate - she was crying.Jinniang never cried, or he had never seen Jinniang cry, so he panicked:

[Yes, yes, what did Yan do wrong? 】

[No, it's not your problem, Yan Zhi, you are very good, you are too good. 】

She still covered her eyes to prevent him from seeing her tears, and the corners of her bright red lips curled up, still smiling:

[You are so good that I am a little scared.For us in Tiance Mansion, death in battle is a kind of destiny and also a kind of honor.Since I met you, I feel that I am afraid of this fate. 】

【I'm starting to get scared, because I don't want to leave you alone. 】

[Promise me, Song Yan.If one day, I don't escape this fate, you have to live well. 】

【Song Yan, you have to live well. 】

【You have to live well. 】

【Live well. 】

In the flames, the familiar figure gradually disappeared, and Song Yan suddenly woke up.All the memories flashed in his mind, and in the end only these few words were left lingering.

"Jinniang, is that you?"

It's a pity that the remaining physical strength is not enough for him to avoid the attack of the enemy in front.Close your eyes and prepare to face death calmly, this is his last dignity.

However, the severe pain he imagined did not come, he opened his eyes to check:

A sword surrounded by blue light was inserted into the ground, and he was enveloped in the aura surrounded by light and mist.

"Zhenshanhe."

The author has something to say:

Because I was thinking of a name for Jinniang, I almost thought of Sun Xiujin, and then I thought of Sun Xiuqing, and I had an idea:

After her death, Jinniang transmigrated as Sun Xiuqing, who was not yet married, Sun Xiuqing who was in the period of Ximen Chuixue's fan girl.

Then:

Su Shaoying: "Junior Sister, your swordsmanship..."

Jinniang: "Can you find me a gun?"

Damn, how can I use a sword?Play at most the basic swordsmanship of Changge. (Taught by Song Yan)

Shi Xiuyun: "Senior Sister, that's Ximen Chuuxue! Take a quick look."

Jinniang: "Oh." (Indifference.jpg)

I'm dead, what about that idiot Song Yan?

Shi Xiuyun: "Sister, don't you like him?"

Jin Niang: "What what?"

This little girl liked such a person before?Such a personality is not my style.

Shi Xiuyun: "Then what kind of person do you like, Senior Sister?"

Jinniang: "Well, that's it. He'd better be gentle and polite, play the piano nicely, know how to use a sword, be good at chess, calligraphy and painting, be able to be an official with basic literary talent, not too bad in martial arts, at least one-on-one, and the best looking. , you can basically listen to my chirping chirping chirping..."

"Also, his name has to be Song Yan."

Shi Xiuyun: "..."

Shi Xiuyun: "Senior sister, you are really demanding."

There is no such thing as a good person!