This sword pierced his heart. She had no medical skills, but she could not restore his lost vitality.
"Ha." Da Liu took a hard look at the sudden hole on his chest and the gurgling blood. He endured the pain and smiled softly: "I can see the military advisor crying for me. I, Da Liu, am not living in vain."
It’s been a long journey.”
Was she actually crying? When Chu Qiluo touched her face, she realized that her face was covered with tears.
He was originally just a little thief on the mountain. Although he liked the path of robbery and was not very kind in his heart, at least he did not kill anyone. He should have lived freely in the wild, drinking from a big bowl and eating meat with big mouthfuls.
He was happy and comfortable, but because of her, his vivid life perished. From now on, no matter how vast the world is, there will be no him.
Thinking about it carefully, Da Liu actually trusted her in every possible way. Even when she was in trouble, he always reached out to support her, and he did not neglect her just because she was just a military advisor in name.
But she was always perfunctory with him. She knew clearly that he wanted to practice martial arts with Wu Chenhuan. As long as she opened his mouth, Wu Chenhuan would have to teach him. But she didn't. She pretended not to know, so he only learned it occasionally.
With one move or two, she couldn't even dodge Mu Yan's sword. She felt a dull pain in her heart as she watched him slowly close his eyes and stand up slowly with an expressionless face.
"Mu Yan." Chu Qiluo didn't look at her, only looked at Shang Zhi: "I want her to die."
Shang Zhi was greatly surprised: "Don't you always dislike..."
"A life for a life." Chu Qiluo looked calm, as if he was talking about ordinary things: "Da Liu cannot die in vain."
Although it felt strange, after all, Chu Qiluo had always been known for her kindness. Shang Zhi couldn't help but wonder what happened to her during the days when she disappeared... But strange as it was, his eyes still glanced at Mu Yan inadvertently, and there was a meaning in it.
Self-explanatory.
Mu Yan's original arrogance, which was chilled by his sight, immediately disappeared. Her eyes widened: "So many of us have died! With your statement of one life for one life, isn't that right?"
Ye Langxie wants to compensate us for tens of thousands of lives?"
"That's between you and him." Chu Qiluo only focused on this matter and looked at Shang Zhi stubbornly: "She must die."
Seeing her resolute attitude, Shang Zhi was slightly shaken, and his eyes slowly turned cold as he looked sideways at Mu Yan. He already had murderous intentions.
Mu Yan looked at him in disbelief and murmured: "You are crazy, you are crazy! Do you think that if you kill me, Chu Qiluo, you will help us? She won't! She will only be with Ye Langxie!"
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"She won't." Shang Zhi smiled slightly, with a relaxed and naturally happy expression: "Ye Langxie has plotted against her many times. Do you think Chu Qiluo can swallow this with her personality? Even if I don't kill you, she will still do it.
Work with us.”
How is that possible! Mu Yan took a few steps back in panic and leaned her back against the horse. As if she was drowning and grabbing a life-saving straw, she turned over on the horse and waved her whip.
The sound of the whip was clear and loud, but the light of the sword was even more shining.
The long sword passed through her chest, and the posture angle was almost the same as the one she had just stabbed Da Liu to death. Mu Yan fell off the horse with a plop, and saw that there was too much air coming in and not enough air coming out. She was hopeless. Having reached this point, she no longer hated Chu Qi.
Luo Liao only looked at Shang Zhi's handsome face with sad and painful eyes that were so painful that he thought about it but couldn't help but madly.
Seeing her death, Chu Qiluo was not happy. She just wanted to give Da Liu an explanation, so Mu Yan had to die. But she didn't expect that Shang Zhiyuan was more ruthless than she thought. He must have known that Mu Yan was against her.
His thoughts, but he killed her with his own hands without blinking. When she died, the despair in her eyes was heartbreaking.
This move may be called flattering, or it may be called deterrence.
Chu Qiluo signaled her subordinates to move Da Liu's body and wanted to smile back, but the corners of her lips curved but she couldn't say anything. She really couldn't smile. She looked at Shang Zhi and winked.
Mu Yan's body was dragged out and thrown into the pile of soldiers' corpses. It was covered in the blink of an eye. She suddenly felt that her throat was tight, making it difficult to swallow.
She couldn't speak a word, she could only stare blankly at Shang Zhi's open mouth, unable to hear anything.
She raised her head and saw clouds floating in the sky. The sky was a light blue, clear and translucent. In this environment, she gritted her teeth and said: "Attack."
They didn't know who she was talking about, only Shang Zhi knew, because as soon as she finished speaking, many masters suddenly appeared around her, and their actions were smooth and smooth, so he knew that he had been defeated by Chu Qiluo in this round.
The strange thing is that Chu Qiluo doesn't care at all. I have never heard of her having such a powerful master to help her, so why suddenly...
Everyone has this kind of question, what's more, the emperor on the city wall looked at Ye Langxie with a smile: "Lang'er, is this your arrangement?"
Seeing the group of people with their clothes flying among the rebels as if they were in no one's land, Ye Langxie slowly squeezed his hands tightly in his sleeves: "No."
Chu Qiluo raised her head and just met his cold eyes. Her heart hurt and she smiled slightly. Langxie, Langxie.
Perhaps the smile was too sad. Ye Langxie's body trembled, and he took a step back slightly as if he couldn't bear it. It was impossible, she couldn't know...
A clear whistle came from the distance, carrying a threat, breaking through the sky, and the sound lasted for nine nights. Everyone stopped unconsciously and looked in the direction of the sound.
After a moment, a trace of white clothing suddenly appeared in the sky. Behind him, two figures, one green and one red, were extremely bright. It was extremely beautiful against the sunlight. However, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it turned gray in front of this young man in white. There are many beautiful men in the world.
But it is really rare to see a porcelain figure with skin as delicate as that of a woman.
Chu Qiluo was even more surprised. She was stunned for a moment before curtsting: "Yun Luo has met the owner of the village."
"Qiluo, you're welcome."
He was obviously just a young man... Everyone was dumbfounded. The owner of Aojian Villa had been in seclusion for many years, and even when he came out, he always covered his face with a ferocious mask. Could it be that he was trying to cover up his overly handsome face.
Qing Yi looked at her up and down with pain and relief, then breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you're fine."
The owner of the village looked cold and solemn, and looked at Ye Langxie without mercy: "A fight started?"
"Yes." Chu Qiluo smiled helplessly: "I used them... I'm sorry." Originally, she wanted to hold on by herself. After all, the elites trained by Aojian Villa after years of hard work would die casually.
How can she compensate one for hurting the other? But Da Liu is dead, and Shang Zhi is very ambitious. If he doesn't use it, he may really lose his life.
The owner of the village glanced at her and hesitated to speak. Suddenly, his body shot up, his feet kicked in the air, and he was on the city wall in an instant.
The attack was fast, accurate and ruthless, and the level of Qinggong was something no one expected. Even Ye Langxie didn't even react when the village master's fingertips were already in front of him like a breeze blowing through willows.
He took two steps back to avoid the blow, but saw the village owner's eyes sink, and he turned his fingers into palms and slapped him hard! In an instant, he understood what he meant, stopped his subconscious movement of retreating, and raised his toes.
As soon as I arrived, I was slapped by him all the time.
To his surprise, the owner's palm did not hit his face. Instead, the moment before it touched his face, he turned his wrist and slapped him on the chest.
The seemingly soft palm turned out to be extremely heavy. Ye Langxie gritted his teeth and endured it, but finally he couldn't suppress the surge of blood in his chest. Red threads overflowed from the corner of his lips and dripped onto his crow-green robe, dyeing the