Fast-Crossing Time Travel

Chapter 51 Martial Arts Chapter 20
The clear sky seems to be able to predict his mood at this moment, the rumbling thunder is rolling in the dust, it seems that even the sky can feel the despair and regret in his heart at this moment, the patter of rain falls, splashing the water all over the ground Dust, dusty,
The splashed mud splashed on the clothes and skirts, creating a drop-by-drop picture of plum blossoms. The dripping rainwater slowly dripped from the hair to the clothes, and the clothes began to be wet by the rain.

Song Jiajia stood in the rain, and the rain wet her clothes. The wet clothes clung to her body, and her exquisite curves could not be concealed. Strands of jet-black hair hung down her chest, and her wet hair clinged to her body. Her cheeks were as white as jade, which set off her small face, and her condensed eyes were squinted, and she glanced at the people surrounding her with a cold glow, with the aura of a man who is in charge...

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Lu Zhanyuan felt as if his heart was being cut on a knife rest. Thinking of the scenes she had done for him, his throat was a little choked up, his eyes were full of regret, his eyes were red, and his voice was already hoarse. He roared loudly, looking fiercely at the group of upright people who forced her here
"This is the morality of the so-called upright people. They have resorted to indiscriminate means over and over again. Righteous people, it is best to kill me today, otherwise, if Mochou dies today, none of you will be able to escape in the future..." In the red eyes A string of teardrops were left behind, her voice was choked up, but her eyes scanned those people like sharp swords...

"Oh, people of the righteous way, good and evil never exist in Jianghu. Li Mochou killed my younger brother, my only younger brother. Does my younger brother deserve to die!..." The resentment on Dao Scar's face finally broke through. The mask that has always been calm, the scar on his face runs through the whole face, he looked at the woman in the purple shirt standing in the center with gloomy eyes, seeing her momentum, the knife in his hand grasped a little tighter...

"Stop talking nonsense, hit if you want..." Song Jiajia looked at the large group of people, but her heart was surprisingly calm. She looked at Lu Zhanyuan's collapsed expression, smiled slightly at him, and then clenched the fist in her hand. The long whisk, the purple figure is as cold as the wind, the purple clothes are completely invisible, leaving only a purple-black shadow, which makes people dizzy...

Song Jiajia raised her inner strength and used her red palm to quickly pass through the crowd. Clothes and ink were flying, rain mixed with mud, humming sword groaning, and gusts of wind blowing from inner strength, all these things happened together. In such a small town of Yushui, there are too many of them, Song Jiajia almost felt that the internal strength in her body was beginning to lose track of her body, and her movements began to slow down. The man with the scarred face who had been standing by the side narrowed his eyes sharply, Grasping this moment like a cheetah grasping this suspicion and biting it, the Dragonsong Sword let out a clear dragonsong amidst the beating of the rain, pointing directly at her heart...

Pfft... the sound of the knife entering her body, but she didn't feel the expected pain. Before she could react, the green figure rushed towards her, and the knife penetrated his chest. Song Jia Jia's eyes enlarged in shock, they were bloodshot, and she growled with red eyes
"Lu Zhanyuan, who asked you to make trouble..." The rain mixed with tears dripped from her eyes, and fell drop by drop onto the man's pale face. Song Jiajia looked at his weak appearance at the moment, with blue clothes It was completely wet by the rain and hung wet on his body
It seems that he has never been in such a mess, he is always so gentle as jade, always smiling, but since he met her, he has shed more tears than any other time...

"Mochou, I lied to you. I told you before that I hope you die before me, so that you don't have to be sad...but...it's really come to this moment...I found that I can't watch you die In front of me, Mochou, Mochou, you have to live well..." The man in the dark green clothes leaned against her arms weakly, the blood was gone from his face, the blood stained the muddy land, the rainwater Blood and tears were intertwined, and the heart-piercing cries of the woman shocked everyone. They didn't bother them, but stood quietly aside...

"Lu Zhanyuan, I won't forgive you, do you know that you live a good life to make up for me..." The woman who is usually as proud as a flame is crying at this moment, her eyes are full of tears, falling drop by drop on his face On the cheeks, the purple clothes were all stained red by his blood, the red was dazzling, the red was bleak...

"I'm sorry, Mo Chou, I used to think that this world is beautiful, in a narrow sense, and full of justice. I have never killed anyone, and I have never seen others kill people... That's why the **** Such a gaffe, I know you are disappointed in me, Mochou, I was wrong, I didn’t recognize this world clearly, I still pretend to be smart, but you have to worry about everything for me..."

"Don't say it, I will definitely cure you...don't say it..." Song Jiajia had already collapsed, seeing the man lying in her arms, her heart was in pain like a tear, she finally understood Li Mochou The meaning of those words, I realized that feeling, but it was so heart-piercing...

The man's peach blossom eyes are full of love, his pale lips gently revealed a series of words, his white jade-like fingers lifted vigorously, caressing the heartbroken face of the woman in front of him, he smiled gently, somewhat breathlessly said

"Mochou, don't be sad, even if I die, my soul will accompany you, he will take my place for me to walk through the time that I can't walk with you, walk with you through the journey that I can't walk with you , I will not leave you, Mo Chou..."

"Lu Zhanyuan... ah..." Song Jiajia hugged Lu Zhanyuan who was weak in front of her eyes, the pain in her heart was unstoppable, her heart was throbbing like being cut by a knife, holding the weak body of the man in her arms, she was completely lost. The teardrops flowed in strings without money, and no longer had time to take care of the group of people staring at him, just sitting there motionless holding him,
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the face of the man in his arms was getting paler and paler. The bi-color robe was completely wet by the rain, and it was hanging wet on his body. His face was already as pale as paper. Song Jiajia murmured helplessly.
"...Lu Zhanyuan, I won't let you die, have you heard, I won't let you die..."

"Lu Zhanyuan, I still have a lot to say to you, don't sleep..."

"Lu Zhanyuan, don't sleep, you promised to take me all over the world..."

"Lu Zhanyuan..."

Time seems to have stopped at this moment, the clothes of the woman in purple shirt were completely dyed red, red like pigeon blood, crying for this moment as if weeping blood, accompanied by the woman in purple shirt crying loudly The sound resounded through this moment of thunderstorm...

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