Mirror: Twin Cities

The hand stopped on top, and suddenly a gleam of light flickered in the white snow, which should fit the strength of his hand, and jumped into the palm of his hand with a pop.

A silver-white ring, on the double-winged bracket, a sapphire is shining brightly.

"The Emperor?!" The jeweler blurted out in exclamation, looking at the man in the cloak and the strange white pile on the couch.

Zhen Lan held the ring in the palm of her hand, as if conveying some power, the turbulent white snow on the couch suddenly changed slightly, as if condensed from the slack. Murong Xiu stared at the strange scene in a daze. Zhen Lan didn't open her eyes. For a long time, she just said indifferently: "No, this is not the emperor, but Hou Tu."

"Houtu?!" Murong Xiu looked at him, suddenly as if he remembered something, and suddenly realized, "You, you are—!"

"Don't move!" Pressing Na Sheng's head down for the fifth time, Yan Xi's voice already became impatient, and the strength in his hands increased. He immediately pressed Na Sheng on the stone slab on the corner of the street. On the road, there was a dull noise.

"Ah!" However, the Dongba girl was struggling desperately, trying to raise her head again, "Blood! Blood! Let go of me!"

There are not many living people on the street. The corpses are piled up there, and the blood shed winding on the ground, together with the early morning rain. Na Sheng had a large patch of blood on his left cheek, screaming, desperately trying to grab his hand: "Let me out! Are they looking for me? I just go out! Don't kill people...Don't kill so many people!"

"Naughty." Yan Xi's hand pressed her without relaxation, and continued to press her face in the blood, in a hidden corner, looking at the wind falcon gathering in the sky, his eyes slowly cold-so cruel. Expeditionary Army! He actually drove out the entire block and shot them all!

Of course, it doesn't matter if you pay such a price for the sake of "the emperor", right?

The Sheng is still making trouble. The girl's eyes cannot see the blood, let alone the blood flowing out for her, staining the entire street-but she also didn't realize how many lives and hopes she entrusted to her body, right? That's why she jumped out so generously and fearlessly, thinking that if she spared her life, she would end the bleeding-but she didn't know that the blood flowing out of her body would be the blood of one hundred thousand Kongsang people.

Thinking of this, Yan Xi was stunned for a moment: What is the matter of Kongsang's blood? Why should I protect this girl with the emperor? …Kongsang people have been the mortal enemies of the shark’s population for thousands of years. Wouldn’t it be better if they were eliminated? The young master also ordered him to expel this girl, and he, the Zuoquan envoy of the Restoration Army, has seen how many brothers and sisters die in the hands of the Kongsang people in the past century, and now he is still desperately protecting the emperor's master. Isn’t it a big deal? joke? !

He was so stunned that the strength in his hand weakened unknowingly, the Sheng struggling **** the ground, broke free from his hand, and ran out. There are no people running away in the street, all houses have been shot through, the bodies are lying across the street, and occasionally there are undead people moaning lowly, making their voices creepy.

"Stop! No killing! No killing!" Waving her hands, the girl stumbled along the street full of corpses, shouting at the wind falcons gathered in the sky. The answer to her was indeed a crossbow falling all over the sky. She waved her hand, and the emperor between her fingers glowed blue and white, as if a sharp sword shot down those crossbows one by one.

Maybe... just let her run out like this, right? After all, the young master ordered not to take in this young girl with the emperor, and she might also have the power to protect herself. It may not be necessary for her to escape.

I once vowed to give everything for the day when the sharks returned to the blue sea, and then my life should be sacrificed for the Restoration Army. If this ended in the storm caused by the chasing of the emperor, wouldn’t it be a violation of that year? The oath?

Yan Xi finally turned his head and decided not to care about the girl with the Emperor Tian.

"Emperor!" Seeing the girl who jumped out, the people on the wind falcon exclaimed, seeing the blue and white light underneath.

"Be careful, don’t get too close! Don’t get hit like the last time! Huangtian’s power has a'limit', pay attention to leave fifty feet! Two planes in a group, block all sides, alternately use the strongest'pedal' Crossbow’s row launch!” On Feng Falcon, Lieutenant Tiechuan replaced Major General Yun Huan who was absent and issued a series of orders.

"Yes!" The warriors on the wind falcon took their orders, and dispersed them as instructed, and immediately woven an airtight arrow net in a leisurely manner, and contained the girl's net in it.

Seen from mid-air, the rows of dense crossbows roared down like a violent wind, volleying at the girl who actually intended to stop the wind falcon with her own flesh and blood.

Unexpectedly, the attack received at once increased tenfold, Na Sheng waved her hands indiscriminately. However, she who had not received any martial arts skills training, would only be able to block without rules, how can she take care of the whole body. Empty door.

Suddenly, a roaring arrow came and pierced her shoulder.

Na Sheng blurted out because of the pain, and her body was leaned forward by a strong force. In that instant, more crossbows shot at her body.

Yan Xi was originally watching, and the dark blue eyes suddenly shrank: for a moment, the tragic death of Qian Ting seemed to flash back in front of his eyes.

That Sheng... Is that Sheng also shot like this?

"Damn it, come back to me soon!" At this moment, there was no time to think about the hatred of the country and the family, Yan Xi suddenly rushed out, pulled her down, and the two fell together behind the thick corpse. Puffed, arrows struck them down, making a fleshy dull sound on the corpse. Na Sheng was staggered and fell on him. Yan Xi felt his back hit the stone pavement heavily. Those wounds were tearing again, causing the entire back and right hand to twitch.

After all... After all, I still can't stand by and watch.

"If you don't want to cause me to die together, just give me peace!" The moment he fell, he sternly ordered, knowing that this sentence should be binding on the girl.

Sure enough, after falling heavily on him, Na Sheng blinked and stopped talking. She knew that as soon as Yan Xi said these words, she agreed to take care of herself--but suddenly felt a little strange. Didn't Sumo say that they were not allowed to take care of their own affairs?

"Eh?" She raised her head to look at Yan Xi, and suddenly put her head to his ear, and said softly, "You are a good person."

There was dead silence on the ground at this time, and the wind falcons in the sky had already noticed the two men's tracks, lined up in a group and swept down one by one-at the moment when they reached the lowest point, the wind falcon's abdomen all opened, and a silver cord shot. Coming out, nailed into the ground, a team of Cangliu Empire fighters wearing silver and black military uniforms, holding long swords and stepping on ziplines, quickly descended from the wind falcon to the ground and began to encircle and cooperate.

Na Sheng fell into Yan Xi's arms. Seeing such a momentum, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and held his breath—Although she just kept saying not to be afraid of death, she felt the iron pressure at this moment, and the girl was still uncomfortable. The forbidden ground trembled slightly.

Approximately fifty fighters descended from the eight wind falcons. They were obviously well-trained. As soon as they landed, they were divided into two ways and scattered, falling all the way to the front street and all the way to the back street, as if the wings were slowly closing, before they appeared. Enclosed neighborhoods of living people. The corpses piled up on the street, so they did not advance fast. However, every step they took, it was necessary to confirm whether there were still people alive in the surrounding roads and houses. Once people were found who had not died, they had no time to confirm and kill them all.

There were screams scattered in the pile of corpses. In such an extinct carpet-style search, it seemed that I felt the despair of survival. Suddenly, a few injured people jumped out and fled with all their strength.

The ten wind falcons hovered in the sky, and under the command of the deputy general Tiechuan, they attacked in sequence, monitoring every move on the ground. The people who had been hiding in the pile of corpses pretending to be dead in order to escape the massacre just jumped up, and the crossbow on the wind falcon fell like a torrential rain, shooting through the fleeing wounded.

The wounded were shot to death one after another, falling down like a scarecrow. However, one of the bald men was quite agile. He drew his sword backhand and opened several crossbows in a row. Holding something in the other hand, he quickly ran from the corpse.

However, the wind falcon in the sky stared at him, and the soldiers on the ground surrounded him. The man was **** and sweaty, panting for running away, his face was distorted, he was waving a sword in his right hand and dancing wildly, but strangely he was holding his left hand. A wine jar clung to it. No, you can’t put it...that’s twenty years of drunken face red...it’s the treasure that knocked on the door of Lord Xijing...sword skills, sword skills, if he is lucky enough to be the master of swordsman, then it is...

Just thinking of this, "Puff", the arrow came out of his neck, and the bald man who was running still supported and ran forward three feet before the castration collapsed. He was tripped by the knee-high corpses and fell forward. Out, threw himself down on the corpse mountain. With a loose finger and a snap, the wine urn in his arms fell to the ground, and the wine scent mixed with blood and diffused.

The blood flowed out of the neck like a waterfall, dripping along the arrow shaft onto the face of Sheng below.

The Dongba girl hid under the corpse wall, her body seemed to be stiff, unable to move a single movement. On the top of his head, the face of the person who had just become a corpse was still twitching, his eyes rolled up, his expression was horrible. The warm, stenchy blood dripped down like a waterfall and flowed onto her face. Na Sheng stared blankly, and he didn't even have the strength to turn his head a little to avoid it.

Although she had experienced wars and turmoil along the way from Zhongzhou to Yunhuang, it was the first time she encountered such evil and terrible things—the power disparity in such a short distance.