Shaojun riding the sea

"Oops, that girl won't be able to hold on"

"No, Xuan Ling will lose blood and die!"

The voices of the two young men fell at the same time, without the slightest hesitation, one of them clenched his folding fan tightly, the other raised his long sword, and rushed straight towards the Chongming Pagoda!

Intense blood surged on the top of the tower, everything seemed to reappear, once again returned to the altar in Devil Weeping Forest, even the sound that Yue Wujiu blurted out was exactly the same——

"Enough, Xuan Ling, stop, if you continue like this, you will die!"

The long sword of Lunxin pierced through the air, trying to stop the girl who chanted the spell and formed a seal, but just as soon as she touched the cloud of blood mist, a powerful impact knocked Yue Wujiu away.

"Xuan Ling!"

Still the same as that day on the altar, Yue Wujiu held the sword in one hand, knelt down on one knee, a mouthful of blood spewed out, thanks to Zhong Lisheng who firmly pressed against his back and supported him in time.

In the ever-changing heaven and earth, the girl was still standing on the top of the tower, with the attitude of a sacrificer, being swallowed up by the cloud of blood mist bit by bit.

The white deer screams, the bats flutter their wings, and the sea centipede crawls everywhere... Everything on the island obeys her orders, and the situation suddenly turns around. devouring her life.

In the ancient myths and legends circulated in Dongmu, there was also an ancient god who had heaven and earth in his heart, sacrificed himself, and saved the common people. Those yellowed literary and historical records magically fit with the current scene on the top of the tower.

The gust of wind blew the hair of Yue Wujiu's clothes, his heart was beating wildly, his eyes were blood red, and he had the tendency of becoming obsessed.

When Zhong Lisheng was about to help him up, he pushed him away with a flick of his sleeve, a look of determination suddenly appeared between his brows, and he drew his sword and stabbed at the cloud of blood in front of him——

"If you want to save Yunzhou Island and sacrifice to the heavens, take my life, don't hurt my wife, and return the little bell to me!"

The waves roared, the wind was raging, and on the battlefield where the bones became mountains, the blood of the red slave army flowed into rivers. After Xi Yuehan tore another white bat with the iron hook in his hand, he glanced at the smoky battlefield unwillingly. Eyes full of hatred and resentment!

Under the protection of a few teams of personal soldiers, Prince Mu Ye managed to get to his brother's side, and dragged him to retreat to Yunzhou Island. Can it defeat the birds and beasts on the entire island?

Xi Yuehan gritted his teeth bitterly, but his painstaking planning would come to naught. No matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do, but at the last moment before the army was about to retreat, he set his sights on the graceful figure on the fort.

"Ji Zhiyue, even if you want to retreat, you can't escape, follow me back to the Chinu tribe!"

The robe flew up, and the tall figure of the man flew towards the fort like an eagle, heading straight for his prey. Ji Zhiyue's face turned pale with fright, and he wanted to fire the cannon hastily, but it was too late!

"Miss Ji, be careful!"

At a critical moment, a person in front of the fort flew in front of her, and it turned out to be Ning Zhao, the armory guard who had been protecting her!
Without any hesitation, Xi Yuehan slapped Ning Zhao's chest mercilessly, and sneered, "Overestimating one's abilities!"

In the chaos, the little soldier who vomited blood fell down so hard that Ji Zhiyue didn't even have time to grab the corner of his clothes, "Ning Zhao!"

The girl hissed, her face turned pale and she wanted to rush to the edge of the fort, but she couldn't even take a step, and her slender waist was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.

"Where are you fleeing? Ji Zhiyue, you are mine now."

The warm lips pressed against the girl's ears again, and the familiar touch made Ji Zhiyue's body covered with goosebumps. The nightmare in the dark prison overwhelmed her, and she struggled desperately in Xi Yuehan's arms. Fear and loathing reached their peak at this moment!

"No, let me go, let me go, I won't go with you even if I die..."

The white bats flying all over the sky attacked Xi Yuehan on the fort as if they had become human, but died under his iron hook one by one.

He smiled coldly, and carried the slender and gentle Ji Zhiyue on his shoulders, as if he was carrying his own prey. Just as he was about to fly off the fort, a silver long spear flew towards him directly in front of him, and the cold light shone everywhere. shoot--

The tip of the gun was unstoppable, and it flew past thousands of troops, roaring towards it!

That must be the most stunning silver spear in the world, a gleaming sea dragon, with the most dazzling starlight, flying across the turbulent sea, stabbing Xi Yuehan with awe-inspiring killing intent chest!

That internal force is too strong, and the oncoming murderous aura is even more unavoidable. It seems that the person who made the shot has all his life's skills in this shot!
Xi Yuehan was startled suddenly, and took a few steps back, but when he dodged, he felt a severe pain in his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that it was Ji Zhiyue holding a sharp short knife, and it stabbed hard into his shoulder!
"you!"

During the pain, he subconsciously wanted to throw the hateful woman on his shoulders who attacked him, but as if bewitched, his big hand still tightly held her waist, and he refused to let go no matter what!

But some people will not give him another chance to take people away.

"General Xiaoyan, it's General Xiaoyan, we finally have reinforcements!"

The surviving soldiers under the fort let out tears of joy, and everyone's eyes were only on that one person, as if they had seen a god.

The young man was dressed in a silver robe and armor, and he came on the wind. As soon as he grasped the long spear that was attacking Xi Yuehan, he twisted the body of the gun and stabbed at the vital point of Xi Yuehan's waist. The trick forced Xi Yuehan to retreat in embarrassment, unable to parry, and almost fell off the fort.

Ji Zhiyue was carried on Xi Yuehan's shoulders, struggling as if stepping on a cloud, ups and downs, dizzy, when her eyes were blurred, she fell from mid-air unexpectedly, her heart was beating wildly, and every scream was alive stuck in the throat.

In a whirlwind, her dress fluttered like a kite with a broken string, and landed in someone's arms.

For a moment, she was in a trance.

This scene is too familiar. She experienced it when she first came to Yunzhou Island. At that time, the glazed mirror in her hand fell off, and her eyes were blurred. in the arms of a person.

When she raised her head, she only met a pair of cold eyes. She couldn't see his appearance clearly, but felt that his demeanor was as cold as snow.

Because she was anxious to find the glazed mirror, she fumbled towards his chest with both hands, but his expression changed, and he almost threw her hard on the sand.

Now that time has passed, she fell into this embrace again, blurred her eyes again, and touched his chest with her hands again, but this time, he will not abandon her again.

She heard the man's trembling breath, and immediately after, her groping hands were tightly held and pressed to her lips.

Her heartstrings also trembled, and she couldn't help moistening her long eyelashes, but the young general's deep voice came from her ears.

Those thousands of words were only turned into seven short words, crossing mountains, rivers, seas, and flames of war, and fell heavily on her heart.

"Zhizhi, don't be afraid, I'm back."

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The wind is blowing thousands of miles, the sky is full of colorful clouds, the sea is sparkling, and the world is quiet and peaceful. Even the chirping of seabirds is like a long and beautiful song.

Shi Xuanling seemed to have had a long, long dream. In the dream, she was sitting on the top of the Chongming Pagoda, leaning on Zhizhi's shoulder. On the other side of her, the young boy in Zi Yi, Fan Fei, was lazily playing with a folding fan with a smile on his face.

In the gorgeous sunlight, the master also stood beside him in his clothes, holding the shining star-splashing bow in his hand. She leaned on the shoulder of the island master Zhongli, looking at the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the tower, for the first time she showed a calm expression. An Ran's smile.

Under the Chongming Pagoda, laughter continued. The soldiers and the people celebrated the victory of the war together. The delicious food and fragrance wafted from the sea dining room. It is so beautiful and moving.

Shi Xuanling looked at the gorgeous sunset in the sky, shook the bell on her wrist, and murmured to herself: "It's great, this battle is finally over, we saved Yunzhou Island, everyone is still together, and we can still be together." Watch this sunset over the sea..."

There was a smile on her lips, but while she was muttering, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, and her heart seemed to be empty. It wasn't until the wind from the top of the tower shook her that she suddenly realized, and her expression changed greatly:
"What about Ayue, why can't I see Ayue?"

The rays of the sun dissipated suddenly, the sky was full of dark clouds, and a strong bloody smell rushed towards her face, entangled her tightly, and everyone around her disappeared in an instant, leaving only the blood-stained boy with a long sword——

"If you want to save Yunzhou Island and sacrifice to the heavens, take my life, don't hurt my wife, and return the little bell to me!"

The dream collapsed suddenly, and she was in the blood mist amidst the fragmented chaos. She saw a sword light piercing the sky, as if splitting the chaos of heaven and earth. The determined young man finally rushed into the blood mist, She hugged him tightly, and her soul seemed to hear his heartbeat as she fell.

Plop, plop, that is a posture that is inseparable from life and death. In the turbulent blood mist, the sound of the heartbeat seemed to whisper in her ear, making all her uneasiness and fear completely disappear.

She knew that he was here, that was enough.

"Xuan Ling, go to the sky and enter the earth, Huang Quan and Bi Luo, no matter where you are, I will accompany you, you will never be alone!"

There was a strong wind, and during the unstoppable spell, countless drops of blood suddenly oozed from the young man in front of her, as if he wanted to sacrifice himself instead of her!
"No, don't, Ah Yue!"

In the quiet cabin, the girl covered in cold sweat suddenly sat up from the bed, the sunset outside the window fell on half of her face, she blinked blankly, until a figure rushed into the door, and couldn't help but embrace her. in his arms.

"Xuan Ling, you're awake, you're finally awake!"

The bell swayed, and the nightmare completely dissipated. Only then did Shi Xuanling come back to her senses, and stretched out her arms to hug the young man in front of her little by little. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at the setting sun outside the window in a daze, feeling as if she had been in a lifetime.

"What, what's going on? Ah Yue, have you won the battle? Has Yunzhou Island been saved? A Sheng, Zhizhi, my master, and those people on the island...are they still alive?"

"We won the battle, Xi Yuehan retreated, and General Xiaoyan rushed back at the last moment..."

Nodding his head, Yue Wujiu hugged the girl in his arms even tighter, as if carrying a kind of fear and cherishment that had been lost and regained, he buried her neck and took a deep breath:

"Don't worry, everything is over. Although this battle was extremely tragic, we won in the end. Yunzhou Island was saved, and we all survived well..."

Just like Shi Xuanling's nightmare, on the Chongming Pagoda that day, she performed the technique of summoning all spirits, and she was surrounded by blood mist. When she was dying, Yue Wugui swung the sword on the Yuejia sword manual in an almost obsessed state. The last sword with the highest lethality, at the risk of turning back on her body, finally cut through the chaos, rushed into the blood formation decisively, and hugged her tightly.

Yue Wugui didn't know how to interrupt the summoning of all spirits and completely awaken her consciousness, so he could only cut his own arm, and chose the most direct and brutal way, which was to let bloodletting with her.

He only hoped that this spell would let her go, turn his head to devour his blood, let him sacrifice instead of her, and save all living beings on Yunzhou Island with his own life!
It's a pity that in the entanglement of the blood mist, while the blood from his body was draining at an accelerated rate, it couldn't stop the blood formation from devouring her at all. Added an extra "sacrifice".

"You must be making fun of me for being stupid, but I had no other choice at the time. I didn't know how to save you. Fortunately, fortunately, in the end...Feng Shuxing appeared."

Yes, at the same time that Wen Yanru led the army and finally came back, a "great savior" appeared on the Chongming Tower in time, and that was the head of Fenglou, Feng Shuxing.

It was he who interrupted the bloody formation, rescued them from the blood mist in time, and took them to Fenglou to recuperate.

Including Mrs. Wan, they all received Feng Shuxing's round-the-clock treatment. The whole process almost exhausted Feng Shuxing's energy and effort, but fortunately, the result was satisfactory.

All the white-clothed maids in Qinglin Garden waited for their wives to return, and the owner of Zhongli Island also stayed in Qinglin Garden, taking good care of his "Awan".

And Yue Wugui woke up earlier than Shi Xuanling, he was guarding her almost every step of the way, her injuries were too serious, and she was in a coma for the longest time.

Fortunately, he finally waited for her to wake up in the sunset at sea that day.

"Sea, sea? Why did we go out to sea by boat? Don't we stay on Yunzhou Island? Where are we going?"

In the cabin, Shi Xuanling's mind was in a mess for a while, throwing out questions one after another, Yue Wugui smiled lightly, pressed her shoulders, looked into her pair of clear brown eyes, and said softly word by word:

"Xuan Ling, we are going back to the imperial city, are you willing to enter the palace with me, climb up the pagoda to meet my mother, and spend this year's New Year's Eve together?"