Knowing that his chance of survival was fleeting, Zhuang Lizhao mustered up his remaining will and retreated violently.
In the midst of the bloody arrows, he saw a tall body falling like a meteor. He staggered back more than ten steps before hitting the mountain wall hard. Then he spurted out a mouthful of blood, which immediately dyed his chest and robe into scarlet.
Gai Nie had already stood firm at this time, still holding the ancient sword Shengxie in his right hand, and in his left hand there was a thin and narrow weapon about two feet long.
This object is shaped like a bow and is dark green all over. The tapered tip is extremely sharp, rather like a sharp horn. It is naturally the weapon that was used to severely damage Zhuang Lizhao just now.
This situation is a long story, but in fact it only lasted a few breaths. Jiang Yunsheng originally planned to capture Yan Junlin with all his strength, but when he saw this, he was so frightened that he lost his mind. His moves immediately became scattered, and he was clearly defeated. The image has been presented.
Yan Junlin faced the enemy with one hand and was still able to do it with ease. He just heard him laugh loudly and said: "Although Brother Fan's general move is wonderful, it is a pity that he failed in the end. If you are still unwilling to show up to see me, I have no choice but to give up the idea of cooperation." , and instead sacrificed the lives of General Zhuang and Miss Jiang."
Zhuang Lizhao's chest was filled with resentment. Hearing this, he gritted his teeth with even more hatred. Unfortunately, he had just been seriously injured and could no longer even retort.
Jiang Yunsheng understood that the situation was critical, and he screamed in a miserable voice: "You bald donkey, stop daydreaming, the man on the cliff is not Fan Yitong at all!"
"We have nothing to do with her. The most we can do is fight to our death tonight. Someone will definitely pay for our blood debt in the future!"
Yan Junlin was startled when he heard it, and then said: "Miss Jiang is wrong. Rhythm can reflect people's hearts better than appearance."
"Although the poor monk and Brother Fan are related to each other, it is enough to conclude that it must be him on the cliff."
Jiang Yunsheng was stunned when he heard the words. At this time, the music of the piano quietly stopped, and then he heard a sigh coming from afar: "That's all, I didn't expect Brother Yan to be Fan's close friend. How dare Fan not show up to meet him?"
Just as he finished speaking, he saw a figure spinning gracefully down on the cliff. His green shirt was still elegant, his peerless face was even more revealing, and his unparalleled temperament contained the courage of sword and the heart of piano. He was none other than - "Young Master Wuji" Fan Zunyang.
Defying the frost and snow, the mountains and peaks were originally the most intoxicating scenery, but at this moment, in Yan Junlin's eyes, it was like thunder striking the top of the sky, or like cold water pouring on top of the head. Gai Dai's beautiful face couldn't help but twist slightly, and the silver He gritted his teeth and screamed in a cold voice: "What a bastard! Who are you?!"
"Fan Zunyang"'s true identity was revealed, and a blush appeared on his face. Hearing this, he frowned slightly, and stared at Yan Junlin with stern eyes: "Since Mr. Yan is so beautiful, how could he know that Fan didn't die as a hairpin? If you hadn't been driven by lust and had to be willing to humble yourself, how could you and I be in such embarrassment?"
Yan Junlin was stunned for a moment, and he snorted coldly as his mind raced: "What a wretched maid with iron teeth and copper teeth, and now she still wants to confuse the public? Humph... If Fan Zunyang was really a woman, how could he be with a graceful lady? Determined to live in Penglai for the rest of your life, and even leave behind a pair of illegitimate children?"
"Fan Zunyang"'s face darkened, and he scolded with a cold voice: "Stop talking nonsense! Fan has always been clean and self-sufficient, how could he do such ridiculous things? Mr. Yan talks nonsense and arbitrarily accuses others of innocence. It is really heart-breaking!"
Yan Junlin observed the words and expressions, and naturally knew what he was saying. He said with full of ridicule: "You bitch, bitch, you are so infatuated with Fan Zunyang in vain that you are willing to trust me with your life. But I don't know that when that man visited Penglai two years ago, he had already I fell in love, and my three lives were determined by a piece of Yao Qin."
This sentence seemed to have great magic power. "Fan Zunyang" suddenly became stiff and it was too late to hide it.
Yan Junlin became more confident upon seeing this, and simply reached out and touched "Fan Zunyang's" face.
"Fan Zunyang" was taken aback and quickly scolded: "What are you doing? Don't be rude!"
Yan Junlin ignored it and just groped carefully along "Fan Zunyang's" cheek. After a moment, she just snorted coldly. She lifted her fingertips up from "Fan Zunyang's" neck and immediately took off an exquisite human skin mask.
Now "Fan Zunyang" no longer has anything to hide. Under the firelight, only a beautiful face can be seen. It is the peach blossom, bright and natural, ups and downs, charming and compassionate, especially the fair complexion. A sickly blush is enough to make anyone's mind wander, making it almost impossible to contain themselves.
Although Yan Junlin's guess was confirmed, he didn't feel any joy in his heart. He looked up and down and said coldly: "What a cheap servant. She is indeed pretty, but she is still far behind me. Humph! What is your identity?" "
"Fan Zunyang" raised his eyebrows and said clearly: "Young master Yan knows all the news about our office. He is even familiar with the anecdotes of Penglai that happened two years ago. How can he not guess who the little girl is?"
Yan Junlin paused for a moment, then snorted and said: "It seems that it is indeed you. Hanmei Ling's envoy Mei Dixin is indeed a powerful character. Even I fell into your trap."
"Fan Zunyang" - Mei Mingxin said calmly: "Young master Yan is ridiculous. If this little girl is really powerful, she will not be a prisoner of the subordinates at this moment, and you can do whatever you want."
Yan Junlin seemed to hesitate for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said: "What a snowy and cold plum. Do you really think that by wearing Fan Zunyang's mask, you can stand alone like him? In fact, I think Fan Zunyang originally wanted to sacrifice you to avoid that. A noble lady misunderstood him for being half-hearted."
Mei Mingxin sighed secretly, but said disapprovingly: "Young Master Yan is still in the mood to bother with these trivial matters at this moment. It really makes me admire the little girl. Aren't you worried that my brother Fan will take the opportunity to escape from the golden cicada just to fight against the Blue Blood Alliance?" Take action?"
Yan Junlin smiled deeply and said calmly: "He has a plan, and I have a ladder. I don't know who will win. But you, a cheap servant, are now in my hands. Do you know how I will deal with you later?"
Mei Ming was stunned when Yan Junlin put his hand on her face. With a mysterious smile of unknown meaning, he caressed her and said leisurely: "Sure enough, it is so beautiful that it is so beautiful. Although I am As a woman, I can’t help but be a little tempted.”
Even though they were both girls, such an overly ambiguous situation still made Mei Ming so embarrassed that her pretty face turned red. In infinite embarrassment, she simply closed her eyes like an old monk in trance, completely ignoring Yan Junlin's actions.
Yan Junlin looked at him and saw clearly, he couldn't help but giggled and said: "Hey~ Yinwa slut still pretends to be a chaste and loyal woman? Ha... I know all the ways you have lost your heart, and you have the benefits of men. You know it best, so why force yourself to be 'pure in heart'?"
This peerless enchantress really has some extraordinary skills. Even though Mei Xinxin tried her best to endure it, her whole body was still numb from the stimulation of her tender catkins. Waves of soreness and itching hit her whole body like turbulent waves, and her face couldn't help but be covered with... Hong Tide, only relying on the clarity of the spiritual platform, did not gasp and moan.
