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. He took a closer look and 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 overwhelming momentum, her eyes were fixed on Li Shengxuan. She couldn't see clearly because it was too far away, and could only see a vague 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 her dazzling red color captivated everyone's attention. When everyone reacted, they saw red rags falling 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.
"Yeah, it's obviously full of flaws, but he spoke it so grandly." A coldness flashed in Fang Zilan's eyes, and Awan tugged on her sleeve, "Who is he you are talking about? Who said this to you?"
"It's nothing, it's all over." Fang Zilan looked forward with deep eyes, "I will never believe his words again."
She didn't tell Awan that this was what Ji Ningtian once said to her.
For some reason, perhaps because the future was unclear, or perhaps because of the complicated affairs of the past few days, she always recalled the past inadvertently.
If she had compromised from the beginning and not chosen to become a sword, would the road today not be so difficult?
At this moment, she was shaken badly.
Awan didn't pay attention to her emotions, but just shook his head and said: "Fang Zilan, just admit it. You brought me with you, not to abandon me, but to ensure that I am safe and sound, right?"
"Yes." Fang Zilan nodded without hesitation, and Awan looked like she knew it. Just as she was about to say something else, she suddenly sighed softly, "This road is really difficult to walk."
Awan looked at the bumpy road in front of him and casually agreed: "It is indeed difficult to walk. But if we go further, it will be much easier to walk closer to the villages and towns."
As she spoke, she came closer to Fang Zilan, looked at her gloomy expression, and said with a smile: "You don't regret it, do you?"
"There's no point regretting it. After all, it's your choice." Awan raised the whip in her hand, "Instead of regretting, it's more important to choose an easy path again. It's more important to take the chosen path well, isn't it?"
Hearing this, Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, and Awan pushed her to the side and moved her position, "If you regret it, maybe we can all get there."
