bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 432 Po Yun
It's a woman again.

This was the first thought in Yang Churan's mind.

She can have many thoughts, such as why this slave girl dressed person would make a move.

For example, why did the members of the Star-Moon Fleet become like this.

For example, why is Lian Xiaodeng no match for an ordinary soldier in front of him.

But the first thing Yang Churan thought of was that there was another woman standing in front of him.

Yang Churan has always disliked women.

Even though she is a woman herself, what she has always disliked are women - they rely on red makeup, softness, and many things that Yang Churan looks down on.

But the ones who blocked him these few times were all women.

"Give me an explanation."

Almost at the same time, Yang Churan's singing reverberated.

It seems to be a trick of you coming and going, and the soldiers come to cover up the water and the earth, but from Han Dongwen's eyes, it is Gu Ya who is going to be even more disadvantaged.

Gu Ya was wearing simple female slave clothes, but with her current aura, even the blind man with the worst eyesight in the world would not regard her as a female slave.

As soon as Han Dongwen's head came out of the sea, he heard the sound of the metal storm that almost shattered the night sky.

But it is Gu Ya who is wearing this dress now.

However, not only did she intervene, she even confronted Yang Churan, who was supposed to be a partner, with a real sword, which made Han Dongwen puzzled no matter what he thought.

Yang Churan was still expressionless, and his feet were still not advancing or retreating, and the two short spears were already clenched in his left and right palms.

The two-handed giant sword was lifted above the head by Gu Ya, relying on the power of both hands to turn around, dancing around his body into a dazzling wall of fire.

Yang Churan's gaze examined Gu Ya, and the expression on his face was frozen.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!"

"Did Xuegang really think that the Daqi Gate would be so wide open that it wouldn't be possible for you to come in like this?"

Odu's miracles have been used up, the cooling time is not enough, and his physical strength is not enough.

He jumped up suddenly and rushed towards Gu Ya, with a pale light shining in his hand, he bent down and grabbed the Mingshui spear that was left in place.

But soon they will remember each other - by fire, by blood.

"Poyun is pierced with red faces and blood, the tip of the spear is still fishy, ​​and all love is evil."

"It's better to let Zhan Taiyi come and collect your body, and show off by the way."

Han Dongwen finally saw clearly how the fire on the giant sword was produced—it was the blood oozing from Gu Ya's hand, dripping down the back of the giant sword and burning quickly, turning into an extremely blazing curtain, sweeping away again and again A sharp spear stabbing.

The climate in Olimar is hot, and the clothes of the female slaves are naturally breathable and ventilated. The cloak is divided into three parts from the metal collar on the neck, covering the left and right shoulders and back respectively.

As a mere little shrimp who surrendered, Han Dongwen had a clear understanding of his status. In Gu Ya's eyes, Han Dongwen's relationship with Xuegang should be no different from Lian Xiaodeng's role in Daqimen. They are all sacrificeable roles.

Gu Ya raised her arm and clenched her fist tightly, clenched extremely hard until blood dripped from her fingers.

"?!"

The giant sword circled around Gu Ya's head, stained with flames and dripping blood, and made a deep sound that shook the air.

The tiny light dust was swayed into light mist like dew on the strings, emitting a piercing and sharp high-pitched sound.

Han Dongwen gritted his teeth at once, recognizing that this was the prelude to a miracle by a strong man like Yang Churan.

When the wind blows, the three white cloths will spread out like white lotus flowers, revealing the slender and powerful figure unique to Olima women.

"no need?"

Her voice didn't change at all, as if she turned a blind eye to the giant sword of the same length in Gu Ya's hand, she asked quite casually:

Yang Churan stood there, his hands empty.

The guns were connected to each other, and there was a crisp short sound.

"There's no need to do this, is there?"

She looked at the woman in front of her with a trace of disdain on her brow.

Can Gu Ya survive this blow?
If she can't stand it, it means that Jingbu has successfully defended Haizhou Port, and there is no way to know what Zhan Taiyi and Xuegang's real plan is.

The short spear was assembled into a double-pointed long spear, and it vibrated violently.

Although Han Dongwen wouldn't sacrifice himself to defend Gu Ya, he still hoped to interfere for a while.

Her blue eyes looked up at Yang Churan, and the scar on her face made her look dazzling and dangerous.

"Didn't Zhan Taiyi tell you guys where the scale should be?"

As Yang Churan spoke, he put the two short spears together.

If there is no wind, such a dress is a very common burqa.

Why did Gu Ya help herself?
Before this action, Han Dongwen's best expectation for Gu Ya was that she should not intervene too much to interfere with him, so that he could really poke Kulong while she was not paying attention.

The miracle that belongs to the captain is basically impossible to resist.

Perhaps compared to Simeng's dignified lieutenant, Gu Ya, the Brigadier General of Xuegang, is still a little worse, and has to work harder to block Yang Churan's guns.

Gu Ya's skin was already fair, and the rising blood beads were even more conspicuous and strange.

Even if Yang Churan doesn't know Gu Ya, Gu Ya will definitely know this person at the top level of the other party. Such an intervention will almost turn his face against Simeng regardless of the overall situation. What is it...

Panting heavily, Han Dongwen crawled to the edge of the embankment, watching the fight between Gu Ya and Yang Churan with all his attention.

"The captain is... as expected..."

The communication between Daqimen and Xuegang is all through Zhan Taiyi's Dali City, and since he was promoted to Brigadier General and took over the Sad Prison, he has not been with Zhan Taiyi from time to time, so Yang Churan naturally has no chance to know her.

With the current situation, Han Dongwen simply didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Not only that, there are also headless soldiers with guns climbing up from the mud around Gu Ya, standing still with sharp guns in their hands, blocking Gu Ya's dodge route just by standing.

Han Dongwen was still thinking about it, but the battle in the distance stopped for a moment.

Gu Ya's words really don't make any sense, even Xiao Deng can die, why can't that man in white wearing a wolf helmet?
It's just acting. Even though Xiaodeng is somewhat different from ordinary pawns in Daqimen, it is not a role that cannot be killed.

The short gun in Yang Churan's hand swept to the ground, pointing at Lian Xiaodeng who was lying motionless on the ground.

Rely on the edge of the sword and the tip of the spear.

The creamy skin looked particularly strange at this moment, drops of blood coagulation beads like red gemstones separated from the surface of her skin, floating slightly upwards against gravity.

After the blood drop rose a few fingers away, it boiled, rolled, and burned in the air, and then began to burn violently.

Her cold white skin belonging to the West Asian people was exposed to the night sky, reflecting the firelight in the night sky.

If he died, he would die, but the people on the side of Xuegang looked like they couldn't die, which made Yang Churan frown.

The next moment, the silver gun in front of Yang Churan, which was originally vibrating and screaming, flashed a short highlight, and it disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye, leaving only the hem of Yang Churan's body slowly falling down.

That was not the amount of blood that an ordinary person had at all, it was like a rag that hadn't been wrung out. The blood burned into a waterfall of fire in the air, until she waved her hand suddenly, and pulled out the handle that Han Dongwen was very familiar with from the fire. The life-size sword.

"Buzz!"

The two short spears that were originally held in her hands have danced in the air into two beams of bright and dazzling comets, flying towards Gu Ya crazily from all directions.

Yang Churan's face was secretly unhappy in the calmness, the short spears in both hands danced a few times, and the sound of breaking wind whistled in the air, and he raised his eyes to stare at Gu Ya in front of him.

However, spells such as lamenting light monument are used to buff the player, resist the first resistance and even the damage of the knife light of the small lamp.

"Or, you can't even listen to Zhan Taiyi's order?"

Gu Ya leaned on the huge sword that was taller than her body, and her breath was already a little unstable.

Han Dongwen was startled, and subconsciously looked in Gu Ya's direction.

The newly promoted Brigadier General of Blood Harbor also stood there in astonishment, lowered his head slightly in a daze, and looked at his chest.

The long spear that had stopped in front of Yang Churan had pierced through her chest, as quietly as if it had existed there from the beginning.

　Updated the chapter related to the work - Necromancer.

　　
　
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