Many people came outside Zhouyuan.
There is a woman in red.
There are also men with desolate faces.
They have one thing in common - they are covered in blood!
They had obviously experienced a life-and-death battle not long ago!
But in Zhouzhuang, who are they fighting against?
No one in the rivers and lakes dared to ask, and they all stayed away.
The door to the inner courtyard was still closed, and what happened inside had not yet been revealed. The people outside did not know that the birthday boy was dead.
But now they knew something was wrong.
After all, such a large group of fierce officers and soldiers came to Zhou Dashan's birthday banquet... They were obviously not here to celebrate his birthday.
They obviously weren't here to escape the snow or get a drink.
The conclusion is simple.
I'm afraid that Mr. Zhou Dashan has provoked people he shouldn't have provoked. Now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to be kind.
As a result, the timid ones began to retreat.
After all, people in the Jianghu usually don't dare to fight with the officers and soldiers.
Of course, there are bold people who haven’t left yet.
They stayed not to help Zhou Dashan survive this disaster, but to see what would happen.
Ning Chuchu and her army of women stood at the gate of the inner courtyard of Zhou Garden.
She opened the door.
Reach out and wave.
The remaining two hundred women's troops rushed in like the wind, raised their bows, and aimed at the people on the left and right.
Cheng Yiren stood at the door riding a war horse and wearing armor.
She also waved her hand.
The more than a thousand soldiers she had left dispersed, surrounded the courtyard, and raised the knives in their hands.
Ning Chuchu came to Li Chenan.
Standing neatly.
He raised his eyes and looked at Li Chenan.
Beautiful and touching.
"Are you OK."
"It's okay...kill them!"
Ning Chuchu turned around, raised her hand, and dropped it. The arrows in the Detachment of Women's Army flew out like rain.
Cang Nantian and others knew that the situation was over.
The moment Yan Jidao arrived, they had already begun to think about retreating.
But none of them dared to fly out first, because that would inevitably arouse the murderous intention of the Grand Master.
This group of women in red came in and gave them the best chance.
The moment those arrow feathers were shot out, Cang Nantian and others stood up from the ground, waved their weapons to block the arrow feathers, and disappeared into the snow in a flash.
Run faster than a rabbit.
Yan Jidao did not pursue him.
Because he can no longer chase.
The remaining poison in his body has not yet been completely eliminated.
The shot that killed Princess Liyang had exhausted all his remaining internal energy.
But he still stood like a gun.
As long as he stood, those people would not dare to move!
Now Ning Chuchu and the others are finally here.
Yan Jidao's face turned whiter than snow in an instant.
He sat cross-legged in the snow.
For a moment, there was steaming mist on my body.
After another moment, he was wrapped in the white mist.
Like a giant cocoon.
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Ning Chuchu sent someone to hang Zhou Dashan's body on a bamboo pole and set it up on the top of a three-story pavilion.
The bright red birthday robe is very conspicuous even in the heavy snow.
From a distance, it looks like a plum blossom blooming on the top of the pavilion.
It's just that the plum blossom is not beautiful.
It chilled the hearts of those in the arena.
In an instant.
Thousands of people from the rivers and lakes who came to wish Zhou Dashan a happy birthday dispersed.
A clean run.
The lively Zhou Garden became quiet after just half a stick of incense.
The inner court.
Yin Ruming knelt nervously beside the coffin.
She has closed her eyes.
She shed no more tears.
She is praying.
Praying to the gods and Buddhas that the mute boy could save her son's life.
Amu and Wang Zhenghaoxuan were still standing beside Li Chenan.
Xiao Baozi picked up the lover's sword and squatted next to the girl named Xiaoqin.
"This is the sword your father forged."
Xiao Baozi handed over the sword, but Xiaoqin did not take it.
She raised her head, pear blossoms covered with rain.
She was born very beautiful, just like the pear blossoms blooming in spring in March.
"I don't have a lover, and I won't be anyone's lover. I don't need this sword...Thank you!"
Xiao Baozi was startled, "You...you hate your father?"
Xiaoqin was silent for a moment and wiped the tears on her face, "I don't have his appearance in my memory, nor does he look like a mother. I have heard some things about him. I can't say he is cruel, but I just feel very strange."
"That's right, let the past go, you are still young..."
Xiao Baozi looked at Xiaoqin's lower body and did not ask her why she lost her legs.
"Since your revenge has been avenged, you can live a peaceful life in the future."
Xiaoqin's eyes that were red from crying suddenly became hollow and confused.
She looked at Xiao Baozi blankly, but her eyes did not focus on Xiao Baozi's face.
Fifteen years have passed!
During these years, the only purpose of her and her brother Xiaojian's lives was revenge!
In the yellow sand of the desert, my brother practiced swordsmanship, no matter how hot or cold it was.
I practice shooting by myself. I don’t know how many shots I have practiced just for that gentle shot.
The belief in killing Zhou Mingfang supported them through the long boring and lonely time.
They originally thought that after killing Zhou Mingfang, they would definitely not survive.
If you can kill a few more enemies and win over a few more backers, it will be worth it.
They never thought about being alive.
Alive...what to do next?
Xiaoqin's eyes fell on the coffin, and she lowered her head. If her brother could survive, she would follow his arrangements.
If my brother dies...then let him die.
Together for fifteen years in this life.
I think he won't be too lonely if he is by his side on the road to hell.
Xiao Baozi stood up, holding the lover's sword in his hand.
She walked to the corridor ahead, picked up the scabbard, and inserted the sword into it.
It's like putting on a lover's eye.
She returned to Li Chenan.
Li Chenan was asking Ning Chuchu in a low voice:
"Meet Xia Houzhuo?"
"no."
"Then who did you fight with?"
"Princess Liyang's people."
Li Chenan was startled, and Ning Chuchu said again:
"Princess Liyang asked Zhou Dashan to train a thousand soldiers."
"After I arrived in Zhouzhuang, I got your news and went to Zhoushan. I met them there. Fortunately, Yiren arrived, otherwise... I'm afraid the money I worked so hard to get would be gone."
"Oh...then what happened to him?"
Li Chenan pointed at Yan Jidao, who was wrapped in a cocoon.
Ning Chuchu shook her head, "We found the hut, and he stood in front of the hut covered in blood... Many people died before and after the hut, and they were all people from the world... Maybe, maybe there was a fight Fierce fighting.”
Li Chenan didn't ask again.
He walked towards the main room.
He stood in front of the door and looked at the gun stuck in the door.
He reached out and pulled out the gun.
He opened the door and walked in.
Princess Liyang is leaning against another door.
She is not dead yet.
She is laughing.
She covered the wound with one hand and let the blood flow from between her fingers.
She looked at Li Chenan, but there was no resentment in her eyes.
"you win."
