Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags

The sound of the wind increased a little bit.

At first, it seemed like a whisper from the horizon, and then became dense, like a spring silkworm gnawing on a mulberry leaf, making the roots of the ears itchy.

Later, it became louder and louder and louder, as if thousands of monsters were crying all together, which was very frightening.

The squally wind in the desert kept whimpering, but the people under the sand dunes were completely enveloped by a heavy and dead silence, and only a few sand bandits could hear the trembling violent panting.

For a long time, someone shivered and said, "The one on the right, is Lu Chao, right?"

"No, it's impossible!"

Qian San clenched the blood-stained knife in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Chao is dead long ago. The entire town has seen his corpse...what the **** is this!"

Lu Chao should be the first name of Lu Wanxing's brother.

"Beware."

Wen Hemian coughed slightly: "The one on the right is breathless, not a human being."

"As expected to be Elder Wen, good foresight."

The man on the left side covered with black gauze laughed strangely, his throat seemed to have been burned by flames, and his voice was dumb: "It's a pity that the elder is now a useless person, and he needs a little disciple to protect him, pitiful. ."

Wen Hemian's eyes dimmed and did not respond.

"Wen, Elder Wen?"

Qian San's tone suddenly rose to the top: "You, are you the elder Wen Hemian of the Xuanxu Sword Sect?! I remember that you are an irresistible acquaintance with the Taoist Master of Cassia——"

Old man.

He Zhizhou's mouth twitched.

This man is a strong middle-aged man with five big and three rough faces. Wen Hemian's face is thin and thin. From his appearance, he can be called a "young man" at most. At this moment, Qian Sancheng is called "old man" with fear and fear, no matter how he looks at it. It's a bit funny.

Lu Wanxing had also heard of Wen Hemian's name, still maintaining the posture of holding the compass in his hand, looking up at him with round eyes.

"He is surrounded by devilish energy, and he carries the unique aura of the immortal door."

Wen Hemian's dark eyes were silent, and he suppressed the usual gentle smile. Compared with the other's rough and weird voice, the voice echoed like a sweet spring: "I don't know who your Excellency is?"

What aura?

He Zhizhou was at a loss, but he only felt the magical breath of a huge wave on the person.

The man obviously did not expect that such a faint breath would be noticed by him. He was taken aback when he heard the words, and then burst into a big laugh: "Hahaha! As expected, it is you. It seems that although you have become a waste, you still have it. So useful."

As he spoke, the irony in his tone became stronger: "After all, he is a genius who is well-known in the entire cultivation world!"

He Zhizhou heard it disgusting and sneered: "Yes, yes, it's not like you, you can't make a name for a lifetime. In the end, people are enjoying the blessings of the Xuanxu faction, but you are pitifully living outside the demon realm, and you can't even show your small face. I really want to thank you for the black cloth on your face. Without it, the appearance of the city in the entire desert would have fallen so much because of you."

Lin Xun was stunned when he heard it. Fortunately, his personality was much more reliable than He Zhizhou. He turned his head to ask Wen Hemian solemnly: "Uncle, what do you mean... he was originally a righteous person, and then he entered the magical way?"

Lu Wanxing was taken aback for a moment when he thought of something.

She was originally the most inconspicuous of all people, thin and small, with a low cultivation base, but now she took a step forward with a pale face and stood in front of everyone.

A gust of wind whizzed past, and the dark fog obscured the daylight.

She raised her head to look at the man on the sand dune, and said with a trembling voice: "Are you..."

He Zhizhou looked at her back, somehow, his heart began to beat frantically.

He always felt that a secret that had been buried for many years was finally about to be revealed because of Lu Wanxing's inquiry.

The girl's thin back was trembling, Lu Wanxing clenched her sleeves, took a deep breath, and recited the extremely strange name that appeared in her thoughts countless times: "Liu...Xiuyuan?"

"Liu Xiuyuan? You said that the only survivor of the change that year?"

He Zhizhou was stunned, his eyes were full of confusion: "Didn't he have died long ago?"

"Are there few things in the world of feign death and escape? It is said that he was seriously injured and died at home, but how many people have seen his body?"

Lu Wanxing spoke in a hurried tone. After speaking, he cried a little bit uncontrollably, and pointed his finger at the man on the sand dune who was exactly like her brother.

"Have you seen that thing? Since they can make such a dummy now, when the fairy and demons fight... why not?!"

Suddenly the moment he heard this, a force hit his chest heavily.

Not only He Zhizhou, but Lin Xun's expression also changed: "You mean--"

correct.

No matter what the dummy that looks like a puppet on the sand dunes, since he was made into the appearance of brother Lu Wanxing, does that mean...

When her brother was still alive, the demon had already made this kind of thing?

……No way.

If so, wouldn’t it be--

"You, look!"

Lu Wanxing showed unprecedented excitement. She shuddered and handed out the compass that she had been holding in her hand. His voice was shaking so hard that he could not hear clearly: "This is the compass for my brother and I. Before we left, we each took one. The pointer is pointing. The direction is where the other compass is."

The pointer of the compass shook violently with her arm.

He Zhizhou clearly saw that the pointer pointed to the deeper part of the desert.

More dangerous, and farther away.

"Another compass...in the desert."

A tear slid from her cheek quickly, Lu Wanxing gritted his teeth and said in a dumb voice: "The person who escaped from the desert that night didn't have a compass on him. Can you understand? When I faced him... The pointer is always pointing in the opposite direction."

"That's why you," Lin Xun looked at her blankly, with thousands of thoughts piled up in his mind, and exploded at this moment. "That's why you have been walking to the depths of the desert regardless of safety for so many years?"

It turned out to be so.

He had always wondered, since Lu Wanxing could see that their group's cultivation level was not low, why did he steal the money bag so unabashedly, and did not hide after that, as if he had deliberately let them find it.

What if she did it deliberately?

She has a low cultivation base, she can't go deep into the desert with her strength alone, and can only walk with powerful monks.

Lu Wanxing thought they were thief who came to hunt for treasure, so he used this clumsy method as an opportunity to propose that he could lead the way as a guide. Unexpectedly, he was rejected.

So there are so many valuable treasures in her storage bag, but she insists on taking risks over and over again and breaking into the desert.

From the very beginning, Lu Wanxing's purpose was not to steal things.

There was a thought quietly hidden in her heart.

An unconstrained thought that will only be ridiculed and teased by others.

For it, Lu Wanxing persisted for more than ten years.

"The war was chaotic, and I heard that Liu Xiuyuan was seriously injured, claiming to see his hometown when he was dying."

Wen Hemian's always stable breath is rarely chaotic, and his voice is getting deeper and deeper: "It didn't take long for the news of death from his hometown."

The implication is that almost everyone has never seen his body.

That period of time was the final battle, and countless monks dedicated themselves to their deaths. The death of Liu Xiuyuan seemed to have become a spray submerged in the sea, which is not surprising.

The man standing on the sand dune laughed, with a weird voice like he was holding a knife and sawing a stone.

He seemed to be more proud than before, and after a short pause, he raised his hand and pulled the black cloth underneath.

"Do you know that when you successfully deceived everyone, only you know the excitement and ecstasy, and no one can tell, how painful is this feeling?"

Under the black cloth, there is an extremely weird face.

Half of his face was a white young man, and the other side was covered with traces burned by the fire. The scars looked like climbing insects, which looked particularly horrible.

Wen Hemian finally burst into anger, and said his name in a deep voice: "Liu Xiuyuan."

"For so many years, I really want to see with my own eyes, what kind of expressions you will show when you know what I have been playing around."

He giggled as he spoke: "Yes, yes, that's what you want! Get angry! I'm the murderer of your friend! I know that the expression of being betrayed is wonderful, those who lead the way. The townspeople are too, they are all buried in the desert, but they have to bear the eternal infamy, so miserable and pitiful!"

He Zhizhou heard the creaking sound of his bones when he squeezed his fists.

"Let me introduce to you first, this one next to me is a traditional craft of the Devil Realm, named'Human'."

Liu Xiuyuan seemed to have no sense of urgency, and he explained with a grin: "It looks exactly like a real person, right? Back then, when I reached a cooperation with the Mozu, they used this thing to help me clear the suspicion, and put all the charges on the blame. For those townspeople. To be honest, it works well, I'm very satisfied."

"Your **** dog thing! Not a human! Uncle!"

Qian San couldn't listen long ago, so he swung the knife in his hand and threw it towards the sand dunes. Liu Xiuyuan dodged him sideways, with a hippie smile: "Don't be so excited."

"But the demons didn't treat you kindly, did they?"

Many years old friends died here, Wen Hemian should have been furious.

But he just looked at Liu Xiuyuan indifferently, his figure was straight, his white clothes broke through the dense dark colors around him.

Only he himself knew that the right hand hidden under the sleeve of his shirt had been clenched unconsciously, his fingertips sunk into the flesh, overflowing with hot blood stains.

"Devil energy is like poison, after entering the body, it is tantamount to torture."

Wen Hemian said: "As for your face and voice, it should be poisoned by some kind of evil. At your level, you can't feed yourself poison, right? Let me guess, do you think the demons will give gold and silver magic treasures as a gift? Remuneration, I didn't expect to have only a potion of poison, and as a last resort, I would become a servant for them?"

Xu Shi's thoughts were thoroughly exposed, the previous triumphant expression suddenly faded, and Liu Xiuyuan's expression instantly changed.

"Your mouth is annoying enough."

The man standing on the top of the sand dune grinned: "I will tear it off and take a good look."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were several people around him.

When He Zhizhou watched intently, dozens of humanoid puppets rushed out of the darkness, including the one on the sand dune before, while holding a knife in his hand and rushing towards this side.

The sand bandits raised their swords one after another to challenge, Liu Xiuyuan urged the spell, drew the scorching fire, and laughed loudly: "To deal with you, I am enough. A cripple, a coward, and a fool, I am already the three-fold Yuan Ying, you How--"

The remaining words were swallowed in a hurry before they could be spoken.

He Zhizhou drew his sword and rushed forward, leaving no time to finish his lines at all. For a time, the sword aura and the firelight overlapped, illuminating the dark desert.

Lu Wanxing looked at Lin Xun beside him and muttered, "Are we all going to die here?"

As soon as she finished asking, seeing the hesitant look on the latter's face, she knew the answer in her heart.

The compass in his hand shook vigorously.

The girl raised her head and quickly glanced at Liu Xiuyuan, clenched the compass, and ran into the depths of the desert without warning.

Anyway, it's death anyway, it's better to see the deep-rooted obsession in your mind before you die.

What's more... the needle shook more and more violently, and another compass was not far away.

"Miss Lu!"

The fight between He Zhizhou and Liu Xiuyuan is obviously the more important one.

Lin Xun hurriedly called her first and last name, and after weighing the two, he chose to leap to He Zhizhou's side and drew his sword to help.

Liu Xiuyuan said rightly that the two of them are not his opponents.

Jin Dan had leapfrogged against Yuan Ying, not to mention that Liu Xiuyuan was overwhelmed by the devilish energy by the demon repair, and the black and heavy aura mixed with flames, could have a powerful force.

The surrounding area was full of lightning and fire, Lin Xun could not dodge, was hit in the chest heavily, and fell to the ground under the pressure.

He Zhizhou is slightly better than him, but his condition is also very bad, he must not be able to support it for too long;

After many days of recuperation, Wen Hemian has recovered a few of his cultivation bases with the help of the fairy grass that Ning Ning brought back. However, it is still a bit difficult to deal with the crowds of puppets.

As for Lu Wanxing--

Lin Xun's bones were sour from the pain, and his mouth was full of blood. The moment this name appeared in my mind, I heard a loud noise like an overwhelming sound.

What is this sound?

With a trance consciousness, he lay on the ground and turned his head.

Then at the next moment, the pupils suddenly tightened.

In the distance within sight, among the rolling sand dunes, a small mound was knocked down suddenly, yellow sand was flying, and it was not clear what it looked like.

He concentrated on his mind, and in his gradually clear vision, he saw the thin girl's back.

Lu Wanxing was shaking his fist, hitting the sand dune with all his strength. Her hands were covered with blood, but she never stopped.

So the mounds began to tremble, and collapsed successively from the upper level. When only one-tenth of the height remained, she finally stopped waving her fists, but reached out and grabbed the yellow sand a little bit.

Lin Xun coughed out a mouthful of blood, heard the sound of He Zhizhou falling to the ground, and Liu Xiuyuan's laugh.

The gravel is like a sea falling at low tide, slowly falling from far, far away. He braced his eyes and saw that in the endless yellow sand, he saw a touch of white.

Lin Xun thought it was an illusion.

But Lu Wanxing was also startled, and then accelerated his speed, shoveling away the sand desperately.

The first thing that came out was a creeping skeleton.

Then came the second and third.

It is very strange that these people, who have long been breathless, are actually tightly gathered together before dying, with their bodies close to each other, with almost no gaps.

It's like... I want to protect something.

Lu Wanxing's actions continued.

When the sand was about to be smashed away, something seemed to fall to the ground from a certain skeleton.

Lin Xun saw her lowering her head, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

And behind that skeleton, surrounded by everyone, is also a person who has been dead for a long time.

He knelt on the ground, his leg bones were broken, and the bones in front of him were in a mess, but his back was straight, his hands wrapped around his chest, and he was tightly guarding something.

Lin Xun saw it clearly.

It was a sword that was bright and white all over, faintly glowing in the dark.

The secrets that had been in the dust for many years were finally revealed at this moment.

He saw Cassia and his evil sword.

"This is my brother."

Lu Wanxing stared at the skeleton beside Jue Ming for a long time, then suddenly turned around to look at them, over and over again, not knowing whether he was dealing with them, or crying to himself: "Did you see this? It's... my brother."

She has been struggling for too many years with a vague and unfounded idea.

Whenever he wanted to give up, Lu Wanxing would think of the late night when he was separated from his brother for no reason.

Due to his father's early death and his mother's frailty and sickness, the elder brother who took the burden of the family early is the greatest hero in Lu Wanxing's heart.

That day she always felt flustered, pulling her brother's sleeves motionless, Lu Chao looked at her for a long while, and suddenly asked softly, "Evening star, do you remember what Dad said?"

Her father was a sour scholar who was incompatible with the fierce temperament in the desert. He often said some literary things to the two children, which made people unable to understand.

Lu Wanxing didn't like to listen to it since he was a child. Later, when his father passed away to save others, he never heard it again.

At that time, she was still young, and she could not remember the many long and slurred sentences. Her head turned around in confusion, and finally raised her head and responded with a tender voice: "Daddy said, be a good person! "

My brother seemed to laugh at the time.

He smiled beautifully, his eyes were gently bent into a crescent shape, and he leaned over to touch her head.

"Yes. Don't forget."

On parting, Lu Chao said to her: "Evening star, be a good person."

Then the night soaked into the tall and straight shadow of the young man, and she watched the hero in her heart gradually be swallowed by the darkness, and finally disappeared.

After a long time, Lu Wanxing suddenly thought, maybe as early as when he left, he knew that he would not come back.

But he still steadfastly moved forward step by step, until he was about to die, he did not forget the word he had promised her.

——When the demon **** came to the world and Cassia was seriously injured, judging from the posture between the skeletons, it was him who was dragging his dying body forward a little bit, protecting the evil sword with his body.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people moved forward, and the fragile body of flesh and blood built barriers, allowing the long sword that can slay ten thousand demons to survive in the world.

They knew that they were bound to die, and they could only use this method to protect the monks desperately to kill the evil spirits.

It's a pity that God made tricks, and this group of generously dying warriors became sinners who were cast aside by others. The evil sword was dusted and never appeared on the battlefield again.

"Cassia and the evil sword, oh huh."

Liu Xiuyuan grinned and smiled even more happily: "I still wonder how they disappeared. They were buried in this kind of place-thank you to this girl. If I can deal with them, I will have a better life in the future. !"

When Xu Shi saw Lu Wanxing's red eyes, he sighed, thunder and fire on his side, and walked step by step beside her.

"I know that you are very sad. My brother has done so many things and is treated as a heinous traitor. I am also sad, but... the secret should be a secret. Once today is over, no one will know, right? "

"I'm going to your mother!"

Qian San's eyes were blood-red, and his face was violently blue. He raised his fist and slammed at Liu Xiuyuan: "What a secret is this, I'm here!"

How could Liu Xiuyuan care about such ordinary people, and the demonic energy overflowed with a sneer, so he didn't need extra action to fly the money three times far away.

He wanted to keep going.

However, when Qian San fell to the ground, another figure stepped forward and blocked the way: "I saw it too."

"So is Lao Tzu! You bastard, what do you pretend? Yin and Yang are weird and non-human, sick!"

"I know too! What's the deal with the little girl? Disgusting!"

"I ○ you ○ ○ ○ ○ ○!"

Two, three, four.

The sand bandits with knives stepped forward one by one, blocking the bone mound and Liu Xiuyuan, blocking the latter's path, like an impenetrable city wall.

"Only you?"

Liu Xiuyuan sneered, "Hit the stone with the pebbles. It's not at your own discretion. Not only you, but the group of monks are also in my bag-how many people have they come this time? Six or seven? They are in ambush, and they all have to die."

When he spoke, his fingertips moved, and the quiet white thunder light flew forward like a phantom. Seeing that it was about to hit a person's chest, he was caught off guard, and suddenly a white shadow struck.

The two forces collided, and both disappeared in smoke.

That is a sword of light.

Liu Xiuyuan frowned impatiently and looked at the source of Jian Qi.

He thought that the attacker would be He Zhizhou, who is impatient and has a higher cultivation base.

However, the smoke and dust billowed, and the one who stood up in the squally wind was the demon cultivator who always seemed to cringe.

He held a **** sword in his right hand and squeezed it firmly with his left hand, a few wisps of white light spilled from between his fingers.

It is a mellow night pearl.

Lin Xun raised his hand to stand upright, and in the unbearable pain, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips.

Is he scared?

Of course scared.

He was timid and cowardly, and was ridiculed secretly by many people, saying that he was the most useless waste in the Dragon Palace.

But even for him, there are people and things he wants to protect.

He has witnessed the past that was buried in the depths of the desert.

He knew all the sacrifices that were misunderstood and forgotten.

He wanted to tell them upright that everything was being witnessed.

Those beliefs that have not been exported will never become secrets.

Even if he died, he... didn't want to escape.

Lin Xun squeezed the long sword in his hand, the sword hummed, causing the evil sword to be shimmered in the distance.

Sword Qi surged upwards, like a growing vine passing through his whole body. The dragon youth seemed to hear the sound of his blood flowing, almost subconsciously, his left hand clenched hard.

Compared with the predecessors who were buried in the sand, his side was not completely dark.

In any case, there is this light to accompany him.

As for now.

It's time for him to save the person who brought him this light.

Lin Xun held his breath and looked down, feeling the surge of sword in his body, filling every inch of flesh and blood.

The speed of his sword has never been as fast as it is today. The snow-white sword aura reflects the heavens and the earth like the day. When the long sword is swung up and down, the flowing Yinghui is slowly outlined.

The white light painted a little bit, and a roaring shadow suddenly appeared in the dark and endless mid-air.

The movement is like a rush of electricity, and the momentum is like a gale.

In a moment, all sounds are quiet.

The distant figure gradually became clear.

A sand bandit opened his eyes, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "This is, it's a dragon--!"

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