Knowing that his chance of survival was fleeting, Zhuang Lizhao mustered up his remaining will and retreated violently.
As the blood arrows flew wildly, he saw a tall body falling like a meteor. He staggered back more than ten steps before hitting the mountain wall heavily. He then spurted out a mouthful of blood, which immediately dyed his chest and robe into scarlet.
Gai Nie had already stood firm at this time, still holding the ancient sword Shengxie in his right hand, and in his left hand there was a thin and narrow weapon about two feet long.
This object is shaped like a bow and is dark green all over. The tapered tip is extremely sharp and looks like a sharp horn. It is naturally the weapon that was used to severely damage Zhuang Lizhao just now.
This situation is a long story, but in fact it only lasted a few breaths. Jiang Yunsheng originally planned to capture Yan Junlin with all his strength, but when he saw it, he was so frightened that he lost his mind. His moves immediately became scattered, and he was clearly defeated.
The image has been presented.
Yan Junlin faced the enemy with one hand and was still able to do it with ease. He just heard him laugh loudly and said: "Although Brother Fan's general move is brilliant, it is a pity that he failed in the end. If you are still unwilling to show up and see me, I have no choice but to give up the idea of cooperation."
, and instead sacrificed the lives of General Zhuang and Miss Jiang to the flag."
Zhuang Lizhao's chest was filled with resentment. Hearing this, he gritted his teeth with even more hatred. Unfortunately, he had just been seriously injured and could no longer even retort.
Jiang Yunsheng understood that the situation was critical, and he screamed in a miserable voice: "You bald donkey, stop daydreaming, the man on the cliff is not Fan Yitong at all!"
"We have nothing to do with her. The most we can do is fight to our death tonight. Someone will certainly pay for our blood debt in the future!"
Yan Junlin was startled when he heard this, and then said: "Miss Jiang is wrong. Rhythm can reflect people's hearts better than appearance."
"Although the poor monk and Brother Fan are related to each other, it is enough to conclude that it must be him on the cliff."
Jiang Yunsheng was stunned when he heard this. At this time, the music of the piano quietly stopped, and then he heard a sigh coming from afar: "That's all, I didn't expect Brother Yan to be Fan's close friend. How dare Fan not show up to meet him?"
Just as he finished speaking, he saw a figure spinning gracefully down on the cliff, wearing a green shirt that was still elegant, and his peerless face was even more revealing. His unparalleled temperament contained the courage of sword and the heart of piano. He was none other than - "Young Master Wuji"
Fan Zunyang.
Defying the frost and snow, the mountains and peaks were originally the most intoxicating scenery, but at this moment, in Yan Junlin's eyes, it was like thunder striking the top of the sky, or like cold water pouring on top of the head. Gai Dai's beautiful face couldn't help but twist slightly, and the silver
He gritted his teeth and shouted in a cold voice: "What a bastard! Who are you?!"
"Fan Zunyang"'s true identity was revealed, and a blush appeared on his face. Hearing this, he frowned slightly, and stared at Yan Junlin with stern eyes: "Since Mr. Yan is so beautiful, how could he know that Fan died with his hairpin?"
If you hadn't been driven by lust and had to be willing to humble yourself, how could you and I be in such embarrassment?"
Yan Junlin was stunned for a moment, and he snorted coldly as he thought: "What a wretched slave girl, you still want to confuse people? Humph... If Fan Zunyang was really a woman, how could he be with a graceful lady?"
We decided to live together in Penglai for the rest of our lives, and even left behind a pair of illegitimate children?"
"Fan Zunyang"'s face darkened, and he scolded with a cold voice: "Stop talking nonsense! Fan has always been clean and self-sufficient, how could he do such ridiculous things? Mr. Yan talks nonsense and arbitrarily accuses others of their innocence. It is really disgusting!"
Yan Junlin observed the words and expressions, and naturally knew what he was saying. He said with full of sarcasm: "You bitch, bitch, you are so infatuated with Fan Zunyang in vain that you are willing to trust me with your life. But I don't know that when that man visited Penglai two years ago, he had already
I fell in love, and my three lives were determined by a piece of Yao Qin."
This sentence seemed to have great magic power. "Fan Zunyang" suddenly became stiff and it was too late to hide it.
Yan Junlin became more confident after seeing this, and simply reached out and touched "Fan Zunyang's" face.
"Fan Zunyang" was taken aback and quickly scolded: "What are you doing? Don't be rude!"
Yan Junlin ignored it and just groped carefully along "Fan Zunyang's" cheek. After a moment, she just heard a cold snort. She lifted her fingertips up from "Fan Zunyang's" neck and immediately took off an exquisite human skin mask.
Now "Fan Zunyang" no longer has anything to hide. Under the firelight, only a beautiful face can be seen. It is a peach blossom, bright and natural, ups and downs, charming and pitiful, especially the fair skin color reveals a few...
A sickly blush is enough to make anyone's mind wander, making it almost impossible to contain themselves.
Although Yan Junlin's guess was confirmed, he was not at all happy in his heart. He looked up and down and said coldly: "What a cheap maid. She is indeed pretty, but she is still far behind me. Humph! What is your identity?"
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"Fan Zunyang" raised his eyebrows and said clearly: "Master Yan knows all the news about our office. He is even familiar with the Penglai anecdotes that happened two years ago. How can he not guess who the little girl is?"
Yan Junlin paused for a moment, then snorted and said: "It seems that it is indeed you. Hanmei Ling's envoy Mei Dixin is indeed a powerful character. Even I fell into your trap."
"Fan Zunyang" - Mei Mingxin said calmly: "Young master Yan is ridiculous. If this little girl is really powerful, she will not be a prisoner of the subordinates at this moment, and you can do whatever you want."
Yan Junlin seemed to hesitate for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said: "What a snowy and cold plum. Do you really think that by wearing Fan Zunyang's mask, you can stand alone like him? In fact, I think Fan Zunyang wanted to sacrifice you to avoid that.
A noble lady misunderstood him for being half-hearted."
Mei Mingxin sighed secretly, but said disapprovingly: "Young Master Yan is still in the mood to bother with these trivial matters at this moment. It really makes me admire the little girl. Aren't you worried that my brother Fan will take the opportunity to escape from the golden cicada just to fight against the Blue Blood Alliance?"
Take action?"
Yan Junlin smiled deeply and said calmly: "He has a plan, and I have a ladder. I don't know who will win. But now that you, a cheap servant, have fallen into my hands, do you know how I will deal with you later?"
Mei Ming was startled when Yan Junlin put his hand on her face. With a mysterious smile of unknown meaning, he caressed her and said leisurely: "Sure enough, it is so beautiful that it is so beautiful. Although I am
As a woman, I can't help but be a little tempted."
Even though they were both girls, such an overly ambiguous situation still made Mei Ming so embarrassed that her pretty face turned red. In infinite embarrassment, she simply closed her eyes like an old monk in trance, completely ignoring Yan Junlin's actions.
Yan Junlin looked at him and saw clearly, he couldn't help but giggled and said: "Hey~ Yinwa slut still pretends to be a chaste and loyal girl? Ha... I know all the ways you have lost your heart, and you have the benefits of men.
You know best, so why force yourself to be 'pure in heart and have few desires'?"
This peerless enchantress really has some extraordinary skills. Even though Mei Shixin tried her best to endure it, her whole body was still numb from the stimulation of her tender catkins. Waves of soreness and itching hit her whole body like turbulent waves, and her face couldn't help but be covered in
Hong Tide, only with the help of a little clarity from the spiritual platform, could he not gasp and moan.