The red-clothed demon in Taichung was independent of the world, and was finally defeated after several sieges of the righteous path.

The evil hero played by Zhuge Yu fell to the ground and died on the side stage and quietly got out of the scene. However, he felt something was wrong in his heart. According to the script, the last person who stayed beside Fang Zilan should be Pei Xiaoze, but now it is Wei Mao.

Although there is no order in which to kill evil spirits, as long as Fang Zilan ends up, the official performance is strictly followed in the rehearsal to avoid mistakes. Could it be...

A dazzling silver light flashed through and interrupted Zhuge Yu's thoughts. He looked closely and saw an arrow heading straight towards Fang Zilan. She barely avoided him, but he suddenly changed his expression.

Such a sharp blade is not a prop, and someone dared to kill her in full view of everyone.

Wei Mao, who was separated from the other side of the crowd, obviously found something wrong. He waved and approached Fang Zilan. Only then did he realize that the people besieging Fang Zilan had changed their weapons at some point. They were not props, but real swords and guns. Han Guang Lin split the wooden sword in her hand into two pieces.

Wei Mao waved his sword to block the attack for Fang Zilan. When the people around him saw him coming, they dispersed a little, and the weapons in his hand were not so real.

He took the opportunity to stand back to back in the center of the field with Fang Zilan, pushed away the mask slightly, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "What's going on? Someone is going to kill you?"

Although it was a question, his tone was very certain.

Fang Zilan stood straight with the broken sword in her hand. Her breath swept across his ears, and a nearly contemptuous voice came into his ears, "It depends on whether they have the ability."

The simple words "Not good." Zhuge Yu felt a slump in his heart. He didn't care much and quickly found Li Qiyou.

Fang Zilan held the broken sword in her hand and retreated to the edge of the platform under the threat of everyone. If she was not careful, she would fall down. She raised her head and looked up at the city tower. All the civil and military officials surrounded Li Shengxuan, and everyone was watching the show.

As time stopped, Li Shengxuan stood on the city tower, and all her attention was occupied by her, and she could no longer tolerate anything else in the center of her eyes.

Everyone's eyes followed the flower rain to the bottom of the stage, but they saw the evil spirit in red clothes lying on the ground without rest, with the black hair in red clothes as white as snow, as if they had fallen asleep forever. The gorgeous strips of cloth fell on her body, which was indescribable and tragic.

But if she fights them with real swords and guns, although she won't lose, she is afraid she won't be able to lose anything. If she gets more serious, she will inevitably be muttered by A Wan. In a dilemma, this year will not be easy.

"Prince..." Zhuge Yu opened his mouth and heard the clanging sounds of swords coming one after another.

"The monster, you can't die quickly!"

Awan didn't pay attention to her emotions, but just shook her head and said, "Fang Zilan, just admit it. You should take me by your side, not to give up on me, but to make sure I am safe, right?"

The man obviously didn't expect her to do this. In addition, she was too fast to catch him off guard and could not resist at all. He was pushed away by her palm in a daze, and he retreated inertia and brought down the people behind him.

She gently avoided her, and her slender feet slimly hung half of her body outside the platform, like a shaking kite.

She didn't tell Awan that this sentence was what Ji Ningtian said to her once.

The person standing on Fang Zilan's right saw her snatching the weapon, and when she saw that the situation was wrong, she hurried forward a few steps, and the chaotic swords came.

The robe as bright as fire was torn apart, and with its long hair was wrapped in the cold wind, flying in the air, red and black intertwined, charming and sad.

After thinking about it, Fang Zilan simply made up his mind and unexpectedly reached out and grabbed the wrist of the person in front of him. He suddenly tried to force him and let go of his hand. She snatched his sword.

The person closest to Fang Zilan suddenly shouted loudly, and Jianfeng rushed straight to her face.

Although it was cold winter, Li Qiyou's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his fingers were clenched into fists, and his whole body was tense, as if he was a bow that was full of strings.

When Zhuge Yu saw Wei Mao step down, he hurriedly walked towards him, "What's the current situation?"

After saying that, she hit Wei Mao hard, allowing him to directly hit the closest weapon. The master of the weapon subconsciously stopped the attack. He pretended to be stabbed and rolled to the back of the stage.

In an instant, the people watching on Zhuque Street became quiet, and everyone was so shocked by this scene that they could not speak.

"It's nothing, it's all over." Fang Zilan looked forward with deep eyes, "I won't believe his words in the future."

In the sword light and sabre shadow, she pulled her outer robe and used the force to attack, and used the chaotic red to fool everyone's eyes. When everyone reacted, they saw red rags falling all over the sky, like a bloody rain of flowers.

"Yes, he was clearly full of flaws, but he spoke very loudly." A coldness flashed in Fang Zilan's eyes, and Awan pulled her sleeves, "Who was he saying? Who did you say this to you?"

As the sharp edge of the battle, Fang Zilan's head fell to the ground, and her long hair, like ink, scattered and fell.

Amid the vast momentum, her gaze was frozen on Li Shengxuan. She couldn't see it clearly because it was too far away. She could only see a blurry figure, but for some reason, her heart was a little calmer.

Soon the next round of attack came unexpectedly. She turned over her robe sleeve and was cut open by a sharp blade, and the bright red strips of cloth fluttered in the wind.

For some reason, perhaps because the road ahead is not clear, or because the affairs have been complicated these days, she will always inadvertently recall the past.

At this moment, she was shaken so much.

If she had compromised from the beginning and had not chosen to be a sword, wouldn't the road today be so difficult?

"Yes." Fang Zilan nodded without hesitation. Awan looked like I knew. She was about to say something else, but she suddenly sighed, "This road is really hard to walk."

Fang Zilan is now in a difficult situation. If she jumped off the platform, even though there was nothing wrong, the evil spirit would fall off the platform. Speaking of which, it must be a mistake in the social drama, I am afraid that she would be charged with the crime of disrupting the great capital.

Awan looked at the rugged road in front of him and echoed casually: "It's really hard to walk. But if you go further, it's much easier to walk closer to the village."

She said as she approached Fang Zilan, looked at her dim expression, and smiled, "You don't regret it, are you?"

"It's useless to regret, after all, you choose the road." Awan raised the whip in his hand, "Instead of regretting it, it's more important to choose a better road, isn't it?"

Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment when she heard this. Awan pushed her and moved her seat aside, "We might all be able to get there with the skill you regret."

(End of this chapter)
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