Chapter 48: Siege

"Less Lord, you are going to deal with that arrogant boy, let's besiege this purple eye! Since they are all underworld scum, why should we talk about what is right?" One of the elders is talking, and now he looks at the snow Yunge, and the other two elders, as well as several plain clothes messengers behind him, surrounded the Xueyun song.
Taunting a smile, the seductive purple singer, the dodge of life and death, even if they are together, will he be afraid of Xue Yunge? It’s ridiculous! On the other hand, Mu Yalun was about to speak against it, but the snow that was suddenly attacked was wrapped up by the moon. Perhaps it is from a small education, in his view, the siege is a behavior that is humiliating, and the gentleman should be one-on-one challenge! Snow has seen his thoughts on a monthly basis, and he deliberately attacked him to prevent him from opposing it. The heart disdain, these so-called gentlemen's ideas are inconceivable in his view. Whoever wins is the king. This is the unspoken rule of the world. Those so-called decent figures, the surface is serious, but in the dark it is dirty. What they have experienced is not enough to prove how dark the world is. How can it be vented and exported? Killing, in addition to killing, there is no other way!
The angry killings in the bottom of my heart made the moves of the snow-driving men and women more and more fierce. Mu Yalun did not save the heart, so he did not do his best to resist, but instead he fought back. This makes the snow more angry month by month, he thought he was so vulnerable, and gave him room to retreat? Mu Yalun, he is too much to see himself!
Seeing that the other side’s offensive is getting stronger, Mu Yalun has to be serious. Now is the crucial moment. He really should not stick to the regulations in his heart. Now also seriously, this person is not a good generation, he does not need to be merciful. However, he also understands that the other party and his own skills are comparable, and even higher. The so-called worries in his heart simply exist.
The red long whip crossed a beautiful trace in the air, and several of the plain clothes messengers who wanted to get close to the snow cloud songs were thrown away by the sullen gas as soon as they entered. A few people who refused to give up rushed up again, Xue Yunge sneered, ruthlessly condensed the internal force at the fingertips, swaying toward the close people, those people escaping from the danger, just on the cheeks Leave a few bloodstains. Congratulations to the smugglers who escaped from the robbery, but they mourned in the near future. I saw that those people’s faces were black, and they gradually spread around the skin and festered. The painful screams, struggling to smother and tear on his own body, leaving all the scary fingers, and finally the body rotted and died. Such a savage murder is really too cruel!
Seeing this horrible Mu Yalun, his heart was awkward, and suddenly he was upset and gradually fell under the attack of snow and moon. The snow saw this opportunity month by month, and the soft sword crossed a glimmer of silver and stabbed straight toward Mu Yalun's chest. The gentle face flashed through panic, and Mu Yalun bent back and turned back. He avoided the danger and stepped back a few steps.
"You, mean!"
"Hey, what is mean and not mean, kill you, see how you are full of so-called justice!" Cold smile, snow continued to attack.
The long hair of the ink flutters in the night sky, the red long whip of the pulsating, the purple scorpion of the demon enchanting, the elegant but the poisonous killing. If there is no body and blood in that place, it will definitely be a gorgeous dance feast! Beauty, sometimes a disaster, is the source of disaster and the most powerful weapon. Recruiting fatal, but killing invisible. The two sinister teenagers used this to draw a beautiful and beautiful limb rhythm, and created a dance of death in Blue Snow Fort.
Almost all of the succulent messengers have died, and perhaps several of them are unable to scream on the ground, but they are already at the end of their power and cannot be saved. Several elders are holding on to luck, suppressing the spread of toxicity, and struggling to cope with the increasingly fierce attack of Xueyunge. It has been retreating again and again, without any power. Several people who were reluctant to fight, spit blood, and the action was stumbling. When Mu Yalun saw it, he hurriedly wanted to get rid of the entanglement of snow and go to the rescue.
Snow and moon will make him wish, and a turn, has stopped him and prevented him from advancing. Xue Yunge smiled at Mu Yalun's enchanting, and there was full of ridicule and contempt, as if he was laughing at his incompetence. This look, as expected, let Mu Yalun's emotions out of control, is not self-sufficient.
Mu Yalun really lost control. He looked at the sorcerer's sorcerer and died one by one. He looked at the elders' elders and gradually lost their support. The powerless pain in his heart really made him feel bad. It is said that he is weak, and there is no such thing as a master of the family. He is a mortal. Everyone has love and hate, even if he is alienated from time to time, those people are always people who have been with them for many years and have always been with each other. It is impossible to have no feelings, and it is impossible not to care. This is his weakness, too kind, too concerned about the lives of others. This is a rare instinct, but it is the fatal flaw of his Mu Yalun.
However, even if he lost his life, he does not regret it. Thinking of the slender figure, the angelic pure face, the faint smile, the heart flashed. For a moment, he didn't even want to be for them, even Blue Snow Fort, just wanting for her, the smile between the eyebrows. Such an idea is more and more intense, but it makes him more uneasy. How can he be so selfish, so that so many lives of Blue Snow Castle disappeared, and there is such greed. His life is to exist to protect the Blue Snow Castle, how can it be by himself.
With so many complicated ideas, it is only a moment in my mind. At this moment, Mu Yalun has already given up on himself. Even if he is dissatisfied with the shadow, he made a choice, and then let her free and give her happiness. Even, that person is never himself. He knew very well that he had always been a small wishful thinking in his heart. The greed was growing. He couldn’t control it, and he couldn’t even understand it. When such a strong feeling appeared, it was so difficult to remove.
In the meantime, a sword wound has been drawn by the snow, but fortunately he stepped back in time, but broke the corner. On the other side of the case, the long whip of Xue Yunge has already swept to the front, accompanied by a few screams, the elders are not falling to the ground. I really can't take care of myself, Mu Yalun transported "breaking cherry blossoms" and struggling with a blow, but it left a blood mark on the face of the snow-mooning beauty!
Over the head, half a ring, snow only looked up month by month, gloomy looking at Mu Yalun, Shen Sheng: "You, scratched my face?" His face, one of the favorite faces, one by one The face that loves to touch and kiss is actually scratched by this person!
The anger is condensed on the face of the snow, with a faint bloodshot beauty, it is so evil and stern. Mu Yalun obviously didn't understand that there would be something big about scratching his face. He just worried about the safety of the elders and didn't take care of some abnormal snow. The Xueyun song, which was clearly seen at the side, smiled wickedly, and the glamorous smile was full of gloating. Although the moon looks cold, it is the most impatience and temper. Once he is annoyed, he is afraid that he can't comfort him except him and one by one! This time, Mu Yalun, I am afraid that I am looking for a dead end. One by one, I love to touch the smooth and tender face of the moon. Although he knows that one may only enjoy the touch, the moon is true, and his face is very caring. Now, he just made a big taboo for the month.
It’s so good to hold the fists with both hands, and Xue Yunge does not go after the old guys. This also gave Mu Yalun opportunities, but the subsequent snow was overtaking him at a faster speed, and a gorgeous sword was unfolding. The elders were already broken.
There is still one more in the afternoon or so, don't miss it! O(∩_∩)O~
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