Pei Xiaoze smiled and said noncommittally, "Master Wei is actually in a peaceful mood, making it difficult to see how happy he is."
Wei Subaru withdrew his gaze and whispered as if talking to himself: "Year after year, like smoke and dust, very boring. It's just to pass the time, I don't see any difference."
Boring? Pei Xiaoze looked at Wei Subaru's unruly appearance and felt a trace of envy in his heart, but he quickly returned to normal after a moment.
With the sound of gongs and drums, the people watching in the audience burst into cheers, and the New Year's social opera officially began.
Fang Zilan held the wooden sword tightly, and a layer of sweat broke out on her palm, making the sword handle smooth and delicate.
She closed her eyes and went through the play in silence. When she opened her eyes again, there was an aura of chilling all over her body.
There were endless cheers from the audience, and amid the cheers and cheers of the crowd, Fang Zilan, the ancient demon, gracefully appeared on the stage, and the smooth flow of the martial arts drama aroused the enthusiasm of the people in the audience.
The people pretending to be righteous forced several demons to a desperate situation, and the scene of picking demons in green with swords made the people in the audience clap their hands and applaud, and the social drama was pushed to a climax.
In an instant, only three demons, Fang Zilan, Zhuge Yu and Wei Subaru, were left on the stage. Zhuge Yu and Wei Subaru were separated by someone, several meters away from Fang Zilan.
The big demon in red clothes in Taichung stood alone in the world, but he was finally defeated by the right way after several sieges.
The demon played by Zhuge Yu fell to the ground and died on the side stage, leaving the stage quietly. However, he felt something was wrong in his heart. According to the script, the last person to stay with Fang Zilan was Pei Xiaoze, but now it was Wei Subaru.
Although there is no order of slaying the evil spirits, as long as Fang Zilan is the last one to die, the official performance is strictly based on the rehearsal to avoid mistakes. Could it be...
A flash of dazzling silver light interrupted Zhuge Yu's thoughts. When he looked closely, he saw an arrow heading straight towards Fang Zilan. She barely dodged it, but his expression suddenly changed.
Such a sharp blade, not a prop, yet someone dared to kill her in front of everyone.
Wei Subaru, who was on the other side of the crowd, obviously noticed something was wrong. He ducked and got close to Fang Zilan. Only then did he realize that the people who besieged Fang Zilan had changed their weapons at some point. They were not props, but real swords. Spear, the cold light split the wooden sword in her hand into two pieces.
Wei Subaru waved his sword to block Fang Zilan's attack. The people around him dispersed when they saw him approaching, and the weapons in his hands were no longer swung so realistically.
He took the opportunity to stand back-to-back with Fang Zilan in the middle of the field, pushed away his mask slightly, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "What's going on? Someone wants to kill you?"
Although it was a question, his tone was very determined.
Fang Zilan stood upright holding the broken sword in her hand, her breath swept across his ears, and an almost contemptuous voice came into his ears, "It depends on whether they have this ability."
After she said that, she gave Wei Subaru a hard bump and made him run straight towards the nearest weapon. The owner of the weapon subconsciously stopped his attack, and he pretended to be stabbed and rolled to the back of the stage.
Seeing Wei Subaru step down, Zhuge Yu hurriedly walked toward him, "What's the situation now?"
"Not good." These two simple words made Zhuge Yu feel his heart sinking. He didn't care much and made a decisive decision to find Li Qiyou quickly.
Although it was cold winter, Li Qiyou's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his fingers were clenched into fists, and his whole body was tense like a bow with its strings fully drawn.
"Your Highness..." Zhuge Yu opened his mouth and before he could say anything, he heard the clanging sounds of swords coming one after another.
During the fierce debate, Fang Zilan's crown fell to the ground, and her long black hair fell out of restraints.
The bright red robe like fire was torn apart, and the long hair was carried by the cold wind and flew in the air. Red and black were intertwined, alluring and sad.
Fang Zilan held a broken sword in her hand and retreated to the edge of the stage under the intimidation of everyone. If she was not careful, she would fall. She raised her head and looked up at the tower. Li Shengxuan was surrounded by civil and military officials, and everyone was watching the show.
Amid the mighty momentum, her gaze was fixed on Li Shengxuan. She was too far away to see clearly and could only see a blurry figure, but for some reason she felt a little calmer in her heart.
"You monster, why don't you die quickly!"
The person closest to Fang Zilan suddenly shouted loudly, and the sword pointed directly in front of her.
She avoided it gently and deftly, dangling her slender legs and half of her body hanging outside the high platform, like a teetering kite.
Soon the next round of attack came unexpectedly. She turned around and the sleeve of her robe was cut open by a sharp blade, and the bright red cloth strips fluttered in the wind.
Fang Zilan is now riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off. If she jumps off the high platform, even if nothing happens but the evil spirit is not dead, she will fall off the stage. It seems that there must be something wrong in the social drama, and I am afraid that she will be charged with causing chaos in the capital.
But if she had to fight them with real swords and guns, even though she wouldn't lose, she might not be able to do well. If the injury is serious, Awan will inevitably talk about it. Being in a dilemma, this year will be difficult.
After much deliberation, there was no way to achieve both ends. Fang Zilan simply acted decisively and unexpectedly reached out to grab the wrist of the person in front of her on the left. She exerted force so hard that he let go of his hand in pain. She took advantage of the situation and snatched his sword.
The man obviously didn't expect that she would do this, and because she moved too fast, he was caught off guard and unable to resist. He was pushed away by her palm in a daze, and retreated with inertia, knocking down several people behind him.
The people standing on Fang Zilan's right saw her grabbing the weapon. Seeing that the situation was not right, they took a few steps forward, and swords came one after another.
Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, she tore open her outer robe to use her strength, and used the dazzling red color to dazzle everyone's attention. When everyone reacted, they saw red rags falling gracefully from the sky, like a bloody rain of flowers.
Everyone's eyes followed Hua Yu to the audience, only to see the demon in red clothes lying lifeless on the ground, with black hair in red clothes and skin as white as snow, as if she had slept forever. The bright strips of cloth fell on her body, which was indescribably strange and sad.
In an instant, the people watching on Zhuque Street fell silent. Everyone was shocked and speechless by this scene.
For a moment like time stood still, Li Shengxuan stood on the tower, all his attention was occupied by her, and there was no room for anything else in his eyes.
It was just that he was so surprised that he suddenly remembered, is she recovered from the fever? The cold winter weather couldn't let her lie on the ground for too long.
Thinking of this, he was about to say something to end the scene, but he heard someone shouting from among the people below -
Snowing.
Li Shengxuan subconsciously looked up at the sky. Snowflakes covered his sight, and also buried the big demon in red under the stage.
Fang Zilan took advantage of everyone's attention being attracted by the snowfall, and hurriedly stood up and walked backstage with a bow.
