But Shixiong Doesn’t Want To Be A Villain!

That purgatory Shura-like man, with his back to the moonlight, approached the hall door step by step, and the guards were like moths fighting the fire in front of him.

He was stained with blood, and the bright red and viscous liquid on the blade of the sword dripped on the white jade stone steps along the steps, twisting into a winding line.

The remaining guards couldn't help themselves, they could only give up one way after another. And those **** corpses followed that person's feet, to the depths of the palace wall...

"That picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, after all attracted him, are you happy?"

As Han Ling said, his finger stroked Bai Fanlu's lips.

"..." Bai Fanlu's heart was shaken, Mu Yunhe really saw the painting and guessed that he was in the palace!

"Lu Qing is really happy, right?" Han Ling curled his lips slightly, his eyes were indifferent, the sharpness of the moment was reduced, and his words seemed to be faint in the past.

"You have been by my side for one hundred and ninety-six days, and I have never seen you so pleasant."

He leaned down slightly, as if observing him, Bai Fanlu forced himself to refrain from hiding, knowing that he couldn't provoke Han Ling at this moment. What he needs to do now is to delay as much as possible.

"What did your majesty say? Weichen..."

Han Ling's fingers were sliding across Bai Fanlu's slightly pursed lips, so he had to stop what he wanted to say.

"You often frown these days, but when you face me, you can still pretend to be smiling, but now you can't even make a strong smile. Do you know that he is coming?"

Han Ling held Bai Fan Road with one hand, and pulled him closer to him with a little force. "Then Lu Qing is going to be disappointed, he can't find it here."

The sudden pressing distance made the faint sandalwood scent of Han Ling's body become extremely strong, but still could not hide the bitter medicinal smell.

Han Lingsu would also take the medicine on time when he was here. Bai Fanlu knew a little about medicine, and he could tell one or two things based on the taste. He just felt that it was a tonic for strengthening the body.

But at this moment so close, he smelled the medicine clearly like...

Bai Fanlu Qiang suppressed his panic, "Your Majesty!"

Han Ling looked down at Bai Fanlu, and his godless eyes seemed to melt with ink, setting off his pierced face, like a frosty moon and a cold star.

Many nights, as long as he watched, he would feel extremely at ease.

But now...

"Even Xiaoliu can't let you forget him?"

At the moment of tension, Han Ling actually mentioned Xiao Liu again.

"Who is Xiaoliu?" Bai Fanlu asked. He asked more than once, but it was a pity that Han Ling never answered him directly.

But this time Han Ling asked, "Isn't that the person you want in your heart?"

"in my heart?"

"He will send you a rabbit like I did, he will make up those things to please you, and he will accompany you...if you are in love but only polite, can you really forget him?"

Bai Fanlu felt a mess in his heart.

Xiaoliu...This name is really familiar, not the Xiaoliu in the original world he knew, but another person, it seems that those Han Ling said...

"Mu Yunhe is not the one you want to find," Han Ling approached Bai Fanlu's ear, "he is just a stand-in."

substitute!

This word instantly awakened Bai Fanlu's chaotic brain. At the moment when Han Ling was about to kiss him, Bai Fanlu pushed him away and said coldly, "Your Majesty, please take care of yourself."

"Self-respect?" Han Ling smiled suddenly, "Do you know why I didn't touch you for so many days?"

Bai Fan Road took a step back, but reached the stone fence, and the lake was below.

He held the railing tightly with his hands, and was about to move.

However, Han Ling deceived him very quickly, trapping Bai Fanlu between the railing and him.

"I don't touch you, it's not that I don't want to. But today, it's okay."

After this inexplicable remark, Bai Fanlu suddenly felt that the outer layer of clothing was torn off, and something fell behind him and fell into the lake.

It's that sachet!

Without even thinking about it, Bai Fanlu broke free and Han Ling turned and jumped out of the lake behind.

He knew he was impulsive, and his first thought when he jumped into the lake was to retrieve the sachet, but he couldn't see it at all, and if he escaped for his life, he couldn't escape in front of Han Ling.

It's so stupid, for a sachet.

Sure enough, the sachet drifted away, and Bai Fan Road was quickly taken ashore.

But he never imagined that it would be the ninety-five supreme emperor who would fish him up.

And just as he jumped off, Han Ling followed.

"How can you get water?" Han Ling asked at the beginning.

"I..." Bai Fanlu was taken aback. Before the expedition, Mu Yunhe forced him to learn because of the wetlands in Nanban, for safety, but Han Ling's tone seemed to know that he could not know how to water?

"If I relax for a moment, do you plan to swim out from here?"

"Lu Qing, Lu Qing, you are really good!"

Han Ling was finally furious, and grabbed Bai Fanlu with his other hand. He was about to touch him with the other hand. Suddenly, a sword aura struck, and the back of Han Ling's hand was sore that he had to let go.

Bai Fanlu fell off after being unbalanced, thinking that he would fall to the ground, but didn't want to fall into a damp embrace.

The person who came did not speak, but Bai Fanlu felt something in his palm, the soaked sachet.

Suddenly there was a shock in his mind, and Bai Fanlu lost his voice and called, "A Zhan!"

Han Ling was facing the two with a gloomy expression, clapped his hands after a sneer.

Dozens of black shadows suddenly surged in all directions.

"Break into the forbidden palace, worthy of admiration for the general, so courageous."

The black robe and silver armor of the incoming person were added to the body, and there were blood stains on the armor that had just been stained, which could not be completely washed away by water.

Although full of evil spirits is quite different from before, it is indeed Mu Yunhe.

The sound of weapons rang out all around, and Bai Fanlu knew that they were surrounded by dark guards.

"Why doesn't General Mu speak?" Han Ling asked, "Or... afraid that he will hear you talking?"

Mu Yunhe directly raised the sword, and the surrounding guards swarmed in immediately, but he suddenly turned around and jumped up to the roof with Bai Fan Road.

Having found Bai Fan Road, he apparently wanted to make a noise, with the goal of escaping.

But there were too many secret guards. Mu Yunhe knocked down this batch, and another batch came later. He was stained with blood again, and those who had enemies also had their own.

Bai Fanlu was clasped with one hand by him, with a thin coat on his body. He clearly felt that the hand that encircled his waist had only two fingers, but his strength was undiminished.

The sound of the dense intersecting weapons, the thrill of sword aura passing by...the clarity was beyond clear, Bai Fanlu grasped Mu Yunhe tightly, trying his best not to be a burden to him.

And there was a feeling in his subconscious that midnight was approaching, and this might be the catastrophe in Mu Yunhe's fate.

What do you need to do to help him get through?

Suddenly, a certain direction—a strong sense of crisis made Bai Fanlu aware, and he subconsciously wanted to block the plot for him, but Mu Yunhe's figure turned around at this time.

The sound of the sword cutting through the flesh and blood still came. Bai Fanlu was not injured, but the strength of the hand that encircled his waist suddenly loosened. When Bai Fanlu fell, he was captured by the guard and forcibly led behind Han Ling.

"Does it feel good to have a broken arm?"

"!" Bai Fanlu was shocked, and was about to stand up, but was restrained by the dark guard.

Han Ling and Mu Yunhe looked at each other without changing their faces, and said calmly, "You look like this now, if you let him see it, I'm afraid you will have a nightmare..."

The surrounding dark guards all rushed to surround Mu Yunhe.

Mu Yunhe no longer needs to be restrained, and slowly raised the sword with his right hand.

During the melee, Bai Fanlu heard a roar, like a beast being hunted, he could fully imagine how the **** man was fighting alone.

At this moment, Bai Fanlu only hated why he didn't have any abilities. He wanted to rush to fight alongside that person instead of being unable to do anything here!

"Does it hurt?" Han Ling raised his head slightly and looked up at the sky.

A full moon is already midnight.

But the deep night sky fascinated with wind and thunder. After the bright full moon was immersed in the thin, rolling clouds, only a strange white light was faintly revealed, as if the sky was about to change.

Han Ling remained calm, "There will be more distressing things for you in a while."

At some point, Mu Yunhe had killed all the dark guards.

The one eye was red, blood was dripping down, and the only right arm was soaked in red with the blade of the sword, like Shura awakened from the depths of hell, every step he took was bloody.

Finally, he stabbed Han Ling with a sword.

This movement was extremely fast, but the white light in the sky was even faster than him, and the enlarged light wheel completely obscured the night in an instant.

The sky and the earth were white, like dense goose feathers and heavy snow, wrapped in a storm, completely retracting the space where the three people were in a narrow circle, and there was no way out.

Han Ling suddenly picked up his sword, Ming Huang's figure greeted Mu Yunhe, and he clanged in a hand-to-hand contact, which instantly echoed the entire dome of the night sky.

The air seemed to freeze for an instant, and only two crossed sword blades were cold and gleaming, bringing the airflow around, faintly surging undercurrents, and murderously ups and downs.

The opponent is a "ghost prison general" who has been killing countless people, but Han Ling seems indifferent, his face is still cold and innocent, and he can look directly at the opposite eye that has been burned by hatred, and his actions seem to be a little careless. .

Mu Yunhe held a sword in one hand, his speed was fast, and his sword moves were changing like wind. The two seemed to be as stable as Mount Tai, but they were both extremely aggressive play styles.

With such a powerful and compelling edge, as long as any one party has a slight deviation, it will be elusive.

Until the dazzling cold light suddenly went dark, in the fight, I don't know who actually gave up the weapon at the critical moment of wiping the sword!

Bai Fanlu felt an unusual squeeze in the space, and suddenly he realized something and suddenly opened his eyes.

And Han Ling's hand was hanging to his side, and his deep and clear eyes faintly looked at the blood sword that was being pierced.

In the center of the air current, the faint red light like a beacon in the fog gradually became clear and bright, and his hand seemed to move slightly.

But at this moment, the overwhelming whiteness suddenly dimmed, shrinking and converging.

Like a moonflower, the ground was shattered like a jewel.

Between Mu Yunhe and Han Ling, the swayed and fallen figure, as thin as a paper boat, fell into the lake full of waves lightly.

All that is left is that Wan Lai is completely silent.

Han Ling seemed to be the only one sober among the three, and soon, a touch of frenzy was born in his usual dull eyes.

Han Ling looked down at his hand, just now, this hand did an incredible thing.

In front of him, the man in white was pierced through his chest by a sword, and slowly fell.

When the sword was released, Mu Yunhe's mind was blank. He couldn't think of anything, but he was in a daze. He heard a sharp and clanging sound of gold falling to the ground in his ears, weak as if it had come from the sky...

The liquid sprayed on the back of his hand was extremely hot, like a blazing fire, the roaring and boiling blood chilled by the roaring and boiling blood of the roaring night wind, and the thick red mist gradually dissipated in front of his eyes.

The clear eyes, the moon shadows doubled, and under that, was the pure white color that had been stained red with blood.

"...Lin...Autumn?"

His voice was worse than crying. Bai Fanlu was clutching his painful chest. He wanted to draw a smile, but as soon as he curled his lips, the heat couldn't stop flowing down the corners of his jaw.

Some pictures appeared in my mind vaguely.

Mo Jiuli and Qi Zhao, who hadn't dreamed for a long time, appeared in front of the Bai Fan road like tangible bodies. He saw with his own eyes...The sword in Qi Zhao's hand pierced Mo Jiuli's body.

Regardless of whether the blade would go deeper, Mo Jiuli raised his hand and approached Qi Zhao, reaching out to touch his face.

Then he kissed him.

The blood ran down the corner of Mo Jiuli's mouth, but he smiled like a spring breeze.

"Qi Zhao, the common people's responsibility is too heavy, this time... I will take care of it."

Mo Jiuli shot out with a palm, and Qi Zhao was forced to withdraw from the long sword that had penetrated his body, "Ali!"

In the **** mist, Bai Fanlu felt that his eyes were covered with red, as if something cold and hot was in his eye sockets.

In an instant, the world collapsed and destroyed, and all the mysterious beauty disappeared with the spiritual energy and returned to nothingness.

Mo Jiuli was sucked into a deep black vortex, and only Qi Zhao was left here.

Kneeling on the ground, Sora faced a lonely Qi Zhao.

Gradually, Qi Zhao's body shape also changed, becoming concrete and having a look.

Bai Fanlu vaguely felt that he could see with his eyes, and he finally saw the face of the person in front of him clearly.

It turns out that this is the so-called "blood coagulation bead".

"A Zhan..."

Perhaps no one else could see that it was the spirited Prince Mu, but Bai Fanlu could still recognize it.

That eye, an eye that was so blurred by blood, gushing out of plasma or some kind of liquid, was rolling down his cheek.

"A Zhan, don't cry..." Bai Fanlu opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

Only then did he realize that not only the sound, but his whole body floated up and left the body lying on the ground.

Bai Fanlu wanted to hug Mu Yunhe, but he passed directly through him, watching him slowly fall, hugging the body of the man in white on the ground.

The only right hand touched the man's face, blood drops mixed with tears on his trembling lips.

"Lin Qiu... Lin Qiu..."

"I knew it was wrong... please... wake up..."

"...Lin Qiu...I beg you...Don't scare me like this anymore..."

"Lin Qiu...it's me damn...you wake up...you wake up!"

Depressed crying filled the entire silent space, Bai Fanlu's heart was gripped tightly by the cry, but he couldn't do anything.

On the other side, Han Ling coldly looked at Mu Yunhe who was crazy on the ground, with nothing in his eyes.

At this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly struck the white sky, splitting the suffocating night, and then more and more dense raindrops fell on the ground.

Bai Fanlu suddenly realized that this is the real catastrophe?

Qi Zhao in his previous life personally killed Mo Jiuli, and in this chess game, Mu Yunhe killed Lu Linqiu.

It turns out... It turns out that this is the so-called Tribulation of Life and Death, the hurdle that Yun Zhan can't pass through!

Bai Fanlu rushed over, facing Mu Yunhe with his invisible body.

"A Zhan! A Zhan! Listen to me!"

But Mu Yunhe turned a deaf ear, and there was only a dead gray in that one eye.

Bai Fanlu was anxious. Suddenly he saw Mu Yunhe holding Lu Linqiu, holding the sachet tightly in his hand. Suddenly he thought that the soul could be embodied, so he quickly plunged into the sachet.

The sachet was slightly hot, and faint light leaked from his fingers. Mu Yunhe finally reacted, looking down at the sachet, shaking it up.

The blood-stained right hand shook lightly, and two small rabbits made of straw fell out of it, and two strands of hair tied with a red thread.

"A Zhan..."

Mu Yunhe seemed to hear the voice of Bai Fanlu.

The gray eyes suddenly lit up, and Mu Yunhe eagerly called, "Lin Qiu!"

Bai Fanlu gradually became visible in front of him, and Mu Yunhe felt a light touch on his lips.

When the two souls overlapped, the two little rabbits and the two strands of hair turned into light spots and floated up slowly, surrounding them.

Bai Fanlu felt that something was going outside in his body.

Is it a human soul?

"A Zhan, do you remember..."

Mu Yunhe stared at Bai Fan Road in a daze, and the kiss that was blowing like a breeze just now reminded him of something.

Remembering that Mo Jiuli kissed Qi Zhao last.

Remembering the warm and lingering tip of the man's tongue, it made him trance and immersed in it, forgetting when and where.

I also remembered that I had pressed a pill under my tongue, which was churned out in the hot kiss, but was submerged in the population.

"As free and easy as your Emperor Zhao, when have you been so cowardly?"

"Don't find it short, take care of this world for me, remember that everything and everything here is a distraction for me."

"I have no regrets in this life, if there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife..."

Mu Yunhe remembered it, and he remembered it all. He remembered that he was Yun Zhan and Qi Zhao.

And Lu Linqiu is Mo Jiuli and Bai Fanlu.

"Azhan, wake up, I'm waiting for you, you can definitely do it."

Bai Fanlu's soul was talking, and when he felt his body was about to disappear, he looked up again indefinitely.

Mu Yunhe was stretching his arms to him, but the figure of the person in his arms had gradually faded, turning into ten thousand points of silver light, like a butterfly dance swirling around him.

Only the empty sachet was still on his knees, dyed red by someone's blood.

The surrounding area was empty, and after the lightning and thunder, there was only the darkness that swallowed everything.

This short year is brilliant and colorful, and it comes to the end at this moment.

Mu Yunhe roared, and his body was full of divine light, like a switch that splits the night at an extremely fast speed, and flew into the air to start a burst of muffled thunder, and it was instantly bright as day.

Countless thunder and lightning entangled him tightly like ice hinges, but suddenly a thunder fell suddenly from another horizon.

It was a dark red thunder, although there was only one, but it was brighter than all of these combined.

Is that also a catastrophe?

Bai Fanlu floating in the air was still conscious. He was concerned that Yunzhan had not left after the robbery. At this time, he saw another thunder falling, thinking that it would also be imposed on Yun Zhan. He expected that the thunder fell directly, but it struck. another person.

It was Han Ling!

I saw him kneeling on one knee when the lightning struck him, but he was always tall and straight, and only trembled slightly.

This scene... he is not an ordinary person either.

Bai Fanlu saw a cold glow on Han Ling's body, and his outfit gradually changed.

However, what surprised him the most was that the black hair spread with the wind and raised slightly, and it was dyed a little silvery white that shone like a moonlight.

With hair lingering, Han Ling raised his head, his frosty eyes looked towards Bai Fanlu.

Bai Fanlu opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

That turned out to be

"Master...!"

The author has something to say: Bai Xiaolu: It's finally over, this copy is so difficult.

Yun Gouzhan: It's hard for me.

Master: It’s even harder for me.

Author: You are not as difficult as me qaq