---Bai Prime Minister made a promise, even if we can't keep it, it will last forever---
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Jun Ziyan was startled when he heard this, and when he raised his eyes, he was shocked by the bloody and violent scene of dozens of steps.
The wind roared at the top of the mountain, and the blood spread out. It became more and more intense. The cruel air flow invaded her senses like a cold blade. The screams in her ears were louder and louder. Although she felt compassion, she knew
Poor people must be hateful, and such an end is the result of their own consequences, caused by cause and effect.
It's just that Wanyan Che, a man who was so bloody, cruel and murderous, wanted to fight with him. Jun Ziyan couldn't help but feel worried. With a complicated look in his eyes, he said to Wanyan Che: "You are injured and you are not his opponent. He
We just want revenge, so we should go back."
If he hadn't been injured, he might have been his opponent, but at this moment, Jun Ziyan's intuition told Jun Ziyan that the time and place were not conducive, and it was obviously not good for Wanyan Che.
Hearing this, Wanyan's bright eagle eyes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to meet hers. Seeing the obvious worry in Jun Ziyan's eyes, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hold Jun Ziyan's hand holding the reins, and asked in vain
Said: "Yan'er, if I am safe and sound, can you come back to me?"
Hearing this, Jun Ziyan opened his eyes, and his brain was shocked. The man in front of him was pale, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth. His armor was stained with blood, but it still did not reduce his heroic spirit. This situation made Jun Ziyan feel confused.
, frowning, took out his hand and said: "Wanyan Che, you must go back with me now. I can't drive a horse. If you are not afraid that I will fall to death, you can fight him. Listen to me and heal your injuries.
Say it again."
Her cold voice was slightly higher, with an angry look on her face. She didn't want to owe anyone else a favor, especially the man in front of her. For Wanyan Che, she didn't want to have any ties with him. This time, it was a pure accident!
Hearing this, Wanyan Che's only hope had been extinguished. He took back his hands stiffly, suppressing the sweetness in his chest and said: "As long as you hold the reins well, 'Cang Po' will never throw you down."
, the emperor has an order, I must hold him down, this is an imperial edict, I, Wanyan Che, cannot resist or disobey it."
"You - you have to seize the opportunity, instead of blindly seeking death, listen to me and come back with me." Junzi said with anger, I really don't know whether I should call him pedantic or foolishly loyal at this time.
In today's world where talent is valued, how could Wanyan Che be punished because he was injured and unable to fight.
This is a steep ridge and overhanging peak. If you fight here and you are injured, even if you are lucky enough not to fall, you will still have half your life. Does this person have any brains?
"Yan'er, are you worried about me?" Wanyanche asked when he saw that she was angry, even though he clearly told himself that she would not care about him, he still refused to give up.
"Wanyan Che, you——" Junzi said with anger, Qingli's face turned red.
His affectionate and cute eyes and sad voice disturbed everything. If it weren't for the fact that he was injured, I really wanted to slap him to wake him up.
"Will you? I'll follow you after you answer." Wanyan Che asked again, holding her tightly with his hands, his eyes pleading and pitiful, even if she just nodded lightly or answered against her will, he could
accept.
"Yes - due to emotion and reason, I, Junziyan, cannot be indifferent to a person who saves me, so I will care about your life and death. Can you come with me now? I really can't ride a horse." Finally.
Jun Ziyan almost replied with a few words.
Hearing this, Wanyan Che smiled, her eyes were moist, and gradually became misty, but she was patient enough not to let them fall, and asked again, "Then, do you forgive me? Hmm?"
"You - Wanyan Che, are you done yet?" Jun Ziyan was furious.
"Answer me?" Wanyanche asked again, with a sad look in his eyes, no hint of imminent anger.
"I——" Jun Ziyan's expression tightened again.
Recalling the scenes, his violence, his repentance, his unreasonable troubles, his arrogance, his persistence and affection, and then looking at him who was so miserable and without a trace of toughness, Jun Ziyan suddenly felt a little...
At a loss, she didn't care about Xi Yan, so she really didn't know how to answer this question.
However, from Gu Xiyan's perspective, Jun Ziyan knew that she had forgiven her. Even though such a pure woman died because of him, she still loved him.
Thinking of this, Jun Ziyan smiled at him with relief and said, "Yes, Gu Xiyan has forgiven you. Although it doesn't matter whether she forgives you or not, I can answer you as Jun Ziyan. She has forgiven you for what you did to him before.
, just because she once really loved you."
With these words, hot tears suddenly fell from Wanyan Che's eyes, and Junjun's face smiled at her. That's enough, that's enough. He was satisfied to be forgiven by her.
Jun Ziyan was stunned by Wanyan Che's tearful smile, which was a kind of relief without regrets.
Suddenly, Jun Ziyan's heart was shaken, and a bad feeling suffocated her so much that she couldn't breathe. When she saw him reaching out to touch her face, she surprisingly didn't move away, but just looked at him calmly.
Before she could regain her senses, she saw Wanyan Che shake the reins, and 'Cang Po' neighed. Jun Ziyan was startled and clenched the reins tightly. Quan's eyes opened and rubbed against Wanyan Che's sad and miserable eyes.
Pass.
"Wanyan Che, you lied to me -" Jun Ziyan's angry and angry voice could be heard in his ears, and the wind blew his ears. Wanyan Che's thin lips raised a smile, "Yan'er, in the next life, I will still be husband and wife with you."
When the sound of horse hooves became more and more distant, Wanyan Che's eyes suddenly turned to the Iron Fan Wuming who was frantically executing Luo Wuxu on the edge of the cliff.
In the cold wind, Wanyan Che stood majestically in his armor. In the setting sun, it looked like a sword that had been worn for a long time. The 'Cang Lie' on his waist was held horizontally in his hand. Although it was not unsheathed, the cold air was already gathering.
Through it, the wind spreads over the palace at Broken Wall Peak.
Feeling the murderous intent of dozens of steps, the iron fan Wuming, whose white clothes were stained with blood, narrowed his eyes and looked sideways, his bloodthirsty eyes filled with horror.
The setting sun reflected on his blood-stained clothes, like a blood rainbow breaking through an axe. The blood-oozing iron fan in his hand opened, his silver tool flashed with cold light, his thin lips raised coldly, his eyes were full of disdain and contempt, and he said coldly
: "Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" These four words clearly show murderous intent.
The clouds surged and the wind blew, ripping the clothes.
The two of them looked at each other and stood facing each other, their swords at war with each other, each sword and the other sharp and murderous, rushing out, faintly ready to go.
As soon as the scabbard in Wanyan Che's hand came out, the sword energy immediately shocked everyone in the world. The tip of the sword, which was as sharp as iron as mud, burst out with a dazzling cold light in the setting sun, like a thousand-year-old ice arrow, directed towards the iron fan Wuming.
The figure shot away, with a murderous look in his eyes.
Clang!
The swords and fans collided, creating a string of dazzling sparks!
Iron Fan An unnamed iron fan, like a silver plate dripping with blood, is blocking the way to greet you, its silver tool is shining brightly to capture people.
The two figures suddenly separated, fell back to stand, looked at each other, and frowned.
The hunting wind rises from all directions, striking like rain. Among hundreds of moves, the sword energy is waved out like a silent deep sea, swallowing up thousands of waves, and cold light streaks break through the sky.
The iron fan flies freely, like clouds and flowing water, rapids hitting rocks, waterfalls rushing, and vast sword shadows dazzling.
The sharp strikes of the sword and the double-edged blades aroused dazzling sparks, dazzling the eyes, and the murderous intent became stronger and stronger.
On the Broken Wall Peak, the two of them were fighting with each other in a hundred different ways. They were surrounded by dangers and each had his or her own merits.
However, no matter how powerful the 'Cang Lie' in Wanyan Che's hands was, no matter how cruel the moves were, they were still no match for the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss. With his eyes closed, the opponent waved his fan blade, and the horizontal grooves of the armor burst out, and the chest cavity was faintly red with blood.
The surging force made him unable to do anything, so he inserted his sword to support his knees. He was breathing heavily and the murderous look in his eyes did not diminish.
The iron fan was retracted, and the iron fan's nameless eyes showed admiration for the injured Wanyan. If he was not injured, I believe his strength is not as good as this. He has always respected heroes, even though he is just a killer who lives in the dark night all day long.
"You might as well save people if you have the strength. If it's too late, something might happen to the general's wife." Iron Fan Wuming reminded him with "kindness" that it would be a pity if that woman really died.
"What do you mean?" Wanyanche's brain was shocked, and she looked at him in horror, with a murderous look in her eyes.
"Believe it or not, I don't want to kill you, and you don't have the capital to die in the hands of my iron fan yet. No one has ever paid you for your worth. For a person who is worthless, Wuming would not bother to kill you.
, Let’s talk about it, see you later!” As soon as he said these words, Iron Fan Wuming jumped into the air, and a dark white shadow passed through the sky, and there was no trace of him on the top of the mountain.
"You - stop." Wan Yanche roared angrily. Thinking of Jun Ziyan's danger, he felt even more foolish. He should have gone back with her just now instead of wasting time here.
After tearing apart his clothes, Wanyan Che first sealed several large acupuncture points on his chest, then bandaged the wounds on his thighs. He immediately walked down the ridge and jumped down, not caring that such a brutal move would cause serious internal injuries to himself.
On the other side, Jun Ziyan was running wildly under Cang Po. Her thin body was teetering on the horse. The wind was so fierce that he almost pulled her off the horse. His face was as white as snow with shock. The scene in front of him flashed before his eyes.
I was so frightened that I was so frightened that I almost lost my soul in such a steep mountain and running so fast.
At this time, Su Shajue, who was catching up from the waist of Banfeng Peak, came on horseback. His noble aura could not be concealed. His figure was dazzling as he raced through the peaks. He was as elegant and noble as an immortal, and had no trace of the mundane world.
Fang had already seen the black divine horse coming down from the peak in the distance, and the blue shadow immediately made Su Shajue's eyes light up.
"Drive——" Su Shajue's horse whip was swung again, Jun Ziyan's shaky body turned pale with shock, and shouted: "Zi Yan, hold the horse's neck, wait for me——Don't let yourself fall."
The rich voice echoed in the peaks and ridges, giving rise to waves of echoes, all of which were filled with chills and panic that the man had never felt before.
Junzi, who was originally in a state of despair, looked up at the words of fame, and suddenly saw the man in black clothes on a brown horse running towards him in the distance. In an instant, his frightened heart became invisible, and an elegant look appeared on his beautiful face.
Smiling, she knew that he would definitely come to save her, just like every time, when she was in trouble, he would lend a helping hand, just like the ray of dawn in winter.
Horse hooves galloped wildly, and two horses, one black and one brown, were about to pass each other on the steep ridge. The wind was howling, and it was extremely dangerous. If you were not careful, you might fall off the ridge and be shattered to pieces.
In the darkness, a bow and arrow was aimed at the woman in blue on the black horse in the steep ridge. The tip of the arrow was filled with murderous intent. The person pulling the arrow stood just before the two of them were about to brush against each other and pulled the bow to shoot.
call out--
In the cold wind on the steep ridge, the arrow was approaching. When the two handsome horses passed each other, Su Sha's eyes were suddenly frightened, and their expressions changed with fear. The next moment, Xingya's body jumped away from the horse.
, the arrow has passed straight through the back shoulder.
The horse ran wildly, and the two people passed each other. Jun Ziyan opened his eyes and saw with his own eyes that Su Sha Jue blocked an arrow for him. "Sha Jue——" his voice was withered, like the sorrowful heart of a lonely goose.
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Narrow ridges and steep peaks, steep and frightening, Jun Ziyan stretched out his hand to catch Su Shajue on Cang Po, but was helpless. At this moment, Jun Ziyan was struck by an unprecedented panic, and all his thoughts were filled with fear.
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Su Shajue, who was injured by an arrow, fell from his horse. He rolled out of control during the rapid fall. He was about to fall down the steep ridge. He heard a snap and the arrow handle was broken by him. He immediately inserted soil to support it and pulled it out at the critical moment.
With a chain of blades around his waist, he used all his internal strength to swing it out.
A tree on the steep peak was suddenly cut down and fell, blocking the path of 'Cang Po'.
For an instant, 'Cang Po' raised her hooves and neighed, and finally stopped running. Jun Ziyan fell from the horse, with marks all over her body. However, at this time, she had no time to take care of it.
Seeing that Jun Ziyan was already safe and sound, he stumbled towards him. Su Sha Jue was shocked. A look of joy appeared on his handsome face. A large amount of blood burst out from his chest and penetrated into the skirt of Xuan Yi, who had always been noble and elegant.
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"Sha Jue, Sha Jue -" Jun Ziyan crawled up to him, immediately lay down, clutched Su Sha Jue's bloody hand, and said in a panic: "Hold on, for my sake, don't fall."
He was the first person she wanted to have her heart for, and she didn't want them to be separated forever before they even fell in love with each other. Since he already had a place in her heart, she wouldn't allow her to leave her behind.
Drops of salty tears splashed on his face. Su Shajue was shocked and frightened. Her words were like thorns and needles piercing his heart.
A heavy breathing voice burst out, and he said with a smile: "Zi Yan, believe me, even if I fall, we will meet again one day. Leave me alone. If you pull me again, you will fall -"
An arrow hit him and he used his inner strength to swing the blade. His heart veins were blocked by the arrow, and he was no longer able to perform Qing Gong.
"Su Shajue, don't you want to marry me? Don't you want me? Have you forgotten what we said in front of Xuexingying? We will go to Peach Blossom Valley in three months, are you willing to leave me?
Are you willing to give it up?" The blood-stained hand was slightly slippery. Jun Ziyan grabbed it with all his strength and yelled at Su Shajue with despair in his voice. If he really fell, she knew what would happen to her.
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"I can't let it go. You are the woman I love most in my life, how can I let it go? So - I won't die, Ziyan, just let it go!" Su Sha Jue burst out heartbroken, layers of mist gradually forming in her deep pool eyes.
, hot tears fell from his beautiful face, his Ziyan said how could he let her cry, how could he let her cry.
"I won't let go. If you let go, you will die, and I will die too, Sha Jue. I beg you, for my sake, and for Xuan Han's sake, don't fall." The rock where the arrow was inserted gradually cracked, but Jun Ziyan still held tight.
Holding Su Shajue's hand tightly, he shook his head and cried bitterly.
"Zi Yan, let go quickly." Feeling that the ridge stone was about to crack, Su Shajue was shocked and shouted to Jun Ziyan.
"I don't-" The bleeding wrist gradually slipped from Jun Ziyan's sweating hands, but Jun Ziyan still held on tightly, and his body was beginning to slide down a little bit.
"I won't die. Believe me, I will never marry you unless you are a gentleman. Just wait for me!" His voice was filled with his usual tenderness. This sentence was his first promise to her.
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His fingertips slipped and he waved his hand in the air, "No - Sha Jue."
The sound of quenching blood, the three words are extremely sad and desolate, it is her unreserved despair and dryness.
In the hundreds of clouds and mist on the mountains, Jun Ziyan's sad voice shook the mountains. Su Sha Jue Ku, whose body was falling continuously, smiled. The residual warmth of her just now still remained on her wrists, and she looked at the dried blood between her fingers.
, the commitment between her and him has solidified, just like his love has been dusty since then.
The promise made by the White House is eternal even if we can't keep it together.