Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Lu Dongqing looked at her companion in disbelief.

He has little memory of childhood, and his parents have a lot of acquaintances in the world. At first, he thought Wu Tong was the daughter of a friend of his parents. He couldn't imagine that this woman dressed as a beggar was actually a royal.

Of course he had heard of Si Yutong's name, the jewel in the crown prince's palm, born smart and intelligent, was favored by Emperor Jian, and was awarded the title of princess at the age of seven, titled "Ping An".

This title is like a joke played by fate with her. When the crown prince was assassinated, none of the relatives in the house survived. At that time, she was only a child, how did she escape to ascend to heaven?How to bear the burden of humiliation, dormant until now?

The firelight shone on her cheek, and the expression on her face changed rapidly. She fixed her eyes on Lu Zhengqiu, and asked in an unbelievable tone: "How do you..."

Lu Zhengqiu didn't say a word, just looked at her deeply, urging her with his eyes.

She took a deep breath, with a sad expression on her face, shook her head, and said half to herself: "That's why I don't want to tell you, I don't want others to die for me anymore..."

The word "death" was like a sharp feathered arrow, piercing the hearts of three people in an instant.

The fire gradually weakened, and the paper figurines couldn't burn for too long after all. The sparks were struggling to churn in the embers, but they still couldn't stop the end of extinguishing. The secluded swamp was about to be replaced by a deeper darkness.

Lu Zhengqiu urged: "Princess, Dongqing, hurry up!"

Si Yutong was still shaking her head: "Let's go together!"

Lu Zhengqiu sighed softly from the bottom of his throat: "Escape from this long battle together? It's not easy." Seeing that Si Yutong still had no intention of moving, he turned to the other side and urged, "Dongqing, don't you listen to Master?"

Lu Dongqing didn't answer immediately, but her face froze and she looked at him blankly.

The flames around him were jumping, making the eyes in front of him a little blurry, and countless emotions - nostalgia, dependence, reluctance, longing - gradually floated up in those black eyes, and then sank down with the sparks that were about to be extinguished , fell into a dead silence, faded brilliance.

Lu Zhengqiu closed his eyes, trying to erase the shadow of the youth from his eyes.

But the shadow is still there, shattered into thousands of pieces, drifting and burning like a sky full of paper figures, and finally only a piece of ashes remains.

It turns out that his heart still hurts.

The more reluctant he is, the more he can't keep it. Long Juezhen is a Gu in his life, destined to take away the things he cherishes from his side.

But he was just heartbroken, not worried.

He believes that Dongqing will definitely leave. He knows the young man's mind very well. Although his apprentice is young, he is more sensible than anyone else. , Young people will grit their teeth and bear it.

This time, however, he was wrong.

He heard Si Yutong's anxious voice: "Holly? Holly?"

He saw the light jumping in the dark, like a flame sprouting from the ashes again, turning into little sparks, beating his eyelids.

He heard Dongqing's suppressed murmur: "Whether it's the master or the princess, I will protect it."

He opened his eyes, and the flame instantly filled his pupils.

The paper figurines had already been completely burned. However, instead of being extinguished, the fire gathered behind Holly's back, turned into a blazing candle, and shot straight into the sky, spreading recklessly, as if trying to poke a hole out of this dull darkness .

He heard Nan Yanqi's sneering voice: "Lu Zhengqiu, I just want to take you away, but you want to drag someone else to be buried with you. Sure enough, you haven't changed at all. You will always have only yourself in your heart!"

His movements faltered, and he quickly stepped forward, calling out instinctively: "Holly, don't..."

Lu Dongqing stared at the enemy on the opposite side, and said word by word: "Master will never hand it over to you."

Nan Yanqi's smile froze halfway.

The envoy from the Devil's Cult witnessed this moment with his eyes wide open. He clearly saw a shadow rising from the flames behind the young man, raising his head and howling loudly.

The unicorn auspicious beast was born from the ashes.

The flames melted the young man's headband, and the unicorn horn hidden on his forehead was glowing strangely red like a totem.

The brilliance of the primordial spirit is more dazzling than flames, cleansing his body and cleansing his soul.

He suddenly drew his sword and rushed towards Nanyan Qi.

His speed is so fast, like a bolt of lightning splitting the darkness, where the sword's edge passes, the bright brilliance still remains in the night.

Even the long Juezhen couldn't imprison him, he didn't want to face the farewell again, there was too much helplessness in his life.Now he has grown up, from a weak child to a knight with a sword, nine years of cold and heat, sweat and tears, all for this moment.

If the world is too cold, his body will turn into fire.

If the fate is too dark, his sword will condense into light.

His heart is still too young to know what compromise is, what retreat is.

He refused to give in, but wanted to break through the shackles imposed on him with that obstinate, clumsy, brute force that didn't know how to give in.

Nan Yanqi was pushed back again and again by his momentum, and another boy in the formation followed up, throwing an iron hook almost at the same time, trying to hold back Dongqing's footsteps.

As the most trusted right-hand man of the Chongming leader, the cooperation between the two is still flawless.

The iron hook bit Holly's right wrist, and at the same time, the long knife slashed down from the sky.

However, they all underestimated the opponent's strength.

The young man couldn't see Holly's movements until the end. He only saw the young man's wrist slipped from his iron hook, and the sword in his hand suddenly turned, like a unicorn turning its head while running, and the sword's edge was like sharp teeth , cut iron like mud, and shattered his hook in the air.

Before he could stop, another hand grabbed his arm.He was thrown several feet away and fell heavily to the ground.

Nan Yanqi's knife flew into the air, swung it again, and slashed from the side. During this slash, he poured all his strength into aiming directly at Dongqing's throat.

However, the young man avoided his blade with his back in an inconceivable way, and the sword in his hand turned its edge, turned upwards, and grabbed his shoulder socket.

The dagger was still stained with fire, and it was glowing brightly, like a unicorn opening its mouth and mercilessly biting off half of his arm.

Blood spurted.

The woman on the stage put an arrow on the bow again, but it was not Dongqing, but Lu Zhengqiu.

Her decision-making was based on the unique acuity of a woman. At that moment, she had already seen clearly who was more useful to attack.

Lu Zhengqiu saw three feathered arrows roaring towards him, but he was unarmed, his chest was filled with smoke and dust, and the soles of his feet were as heavy as lead.He couldn't hide, he couldn't even make a cry.

A dagger flew from the darkness, split the first feathered arrow, and knocked the second feathered arrow in the wrong direction.

But the last escaped from the edge of the sword, still galloping swiftly towards its target.

Lu Zhengqiu felt a burst of relief, as long as the arrow hits, he no longer has to swallow the secrets in his heart again and again, and the people he cherishes don't have to force them again and again, he can let go of all his sins and turn around to bid farewell to this desolate world .As early as nine years ago, his life should have come to an end.

But he guessed wrong again, because before the feather arrow hit, the familiar figure had already stopped in front of him.

Dongqing's movements were staggering, there was no sword in his hand, only a flesh and blood body, a violently beating heart.

He uses his body as a shield and his heart as his awn, and his steps are not slow at all.

Lu Zhengqiu heard the sound of sharp iron objects piercing the skirt, tearing flesh and rubbing joints.

"Holly—!" The elder finally couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Master, are you okay...are you..."

The young man turned his head back with the last of his strength, uttered a few words with trembling lips, and then finally lost his strength and fell on his back.