Chapter 112: Herbicide

Shen Fengyue looked at this person's back. The white clothes had already been stained with blood, red and white, and they looked extremely dirty.
Although Zhang Han didn't talk about it in his daily life, Shen Fengyue could see it.
Zhang Hansheng has a slight habit of cleanliness. Whenever a small stain is stained on white clothes, he does not want to open his mouth, but his brows will still be slightly frowned. Use this slight gesture to express your inner unhappiness.
Now, he was covered in blood, but he didn't frown.
The demon catchers all over the world are besieging them, but Zhang Hansheng always stands in front of him, as if he is using practical actions to show his determination to the people of the world.
He wants to be an enemy of the whole world, for his Shen Fengyue.
But today, I am afraid that it cannot be kind. Shen Fengyue closed her eyes severely. Needless to say, he knew that under the siege of so many people, he and Zhang Hansheng were destined not to go out.
The Master pushed aside the crowd, walked to the front, and had a face-to-face encounter with Zhang Hansheng. He looked at him and cursed the adversary, and then sternly asked him: "Evildoer, you are afraid that the evildoer has been fascinated by the evildoer! Are you worthy of your way when you act like this?! Are you worthy of being a teacher for your cultivation? Are you worthy of the expectations that Zhaotianmen have for you?! Are you worthy of the admiration of the juniors and disciples?! Where have you realized all these years of enlightenment!"
He asked several rhetorical questions, and couldn't answer Zhang Hansheng's question. He muttered, "Master..."
The master covered his face and didn't want to look at him: "You are so retrograde, what do you call me master now? I don't deserve to be your master!"
The sword in Zhang Hansheng's hand slid to the ground, and the blade hit the ground with a clear voice. Then he knelt on the ground with a plop, everyone thought he was going to admit his mistake, even Shen Fengyue thought so.
He kept his eyes open and looked at this person's back. He thought that no matter what Zhang Hansheng did, he respected his approach and had no complaints.
Unexpectedly, what Zhang Hansheng did next fell below everyone's glasses.
"Unscrupulous disciple Zhang Hansheng, I have failed Master for many years of painstaking cultivation." He wiped off the blood stained on his face, kneeled respectfully and knocked his master three heads, and said, "I'm sorry to the ancestors of Zhaotianmen, I'm sorry. The admiration and respect of the juniors."
Kneeling three times and praying three times is to break all the love between Zhaotianmen and Zhaotianmen over the years.
His master was full of heartaches and his eyes were full of heartache. He understood what his disciple meant, and he used this respectful three kneels and three worships to all his former affection and cut off his grace. He is completely on the side of that evildoer.
Zhang Hansheng stood up with difficulty, picked up the sword in his hand, clenched it, and said loudly to everyone:
"But Zhang Hansheng, never abandon his way!"
He confessed his mistakes to Master, confessed to Zhaotianmen ancestors, and confessed to his juniors, but he did not admit to his own way.
Just because: "My way tells me to protect him thoroughly!"
"He has always been my way, and Shen Fengyue is the way Zhang Hansheng wants to pursue and protect!" Every word, every word, and every sentence was utterly loud.
He wants to protect his way, he wants to protect Shen Fengyue, till death.
Shen Fengyue opened his eyes wide, his heartbeat missed a beat, and for a moment he almost felt like crying.
It turned out that Zhang Hansheng viewed him this way. He is Dao...Shen Fengyue looked at that firm back.
Master turned his face away and couldn't bear to look, and gave the last command: "Kill."
This word is difficult to say, and the tone is very light, but the weight is extremely heavy. The master almost uttered the word hoarsely with a voice of breath. Everyone was stupefied and thought they had heard it wrong, and after reacting, they rushed forward with weapons.
Zhang Han stayed by Shen Fengyue's life and death, staying alive, using his sword to resist all attacks.
However, they still failed.
The time, the right place, and the harmony of people are not occupied.
Thousands of flying swords flew toward Zhang Hansheng in the center with great momentum. Smoothly broke through the ice-cold air condensed barrier, all inserted into his body.
Zhang Hansheng set the sword on the ground, holding the sword in his hand, covered in blood, but he tarriedly refused to fall. He exhausted his last strength, relying on that holding sword to block his body above him, so that he would not suffer any harm.
"Zhang Hansheng..." Shen Fengyue felt that his body had been separated, and the sorrow swept in like a torrent, which crushed everything in his body and made his body empty and firm. Tears kept streaming down, but he knew nothing.
A sense of powerlessness surrounded him and Zhang Hansheng in a daze, and Shen Fengyue seemed to feel that such a scene had happened many times. The feeling of being overwhelmed by grief was so familiar, so familiar to him that he didn't even know how to react.
"Sink grass."
The eyelids were a little heavy, and Shen Fengyue held up his sleepiness. He tried to open his eyes wide and listened to what Zhang Hansheng had to say in the end. He did not dare to relax his vigilance, for fear that he would be logged out of the world as soon as he relaxed, and he would not even be able to see Zhang Hansheng's last time.
"Custody..." Zhang Hansheng said softly, this is the only gentleness in his life, which broke out at the last moment, "I am afraid I can't protect you."
Shen Fengyue tried her best to smile: "It's okay."
Seeing him smile, Zhang Hansheng couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips, and a perfect smile remained on his lips forever, dedicated to the person he loves most in this life.
"……Sorry……"
This man has been protecting him to death.
Shen Fengyue cried bitterly. He shook his hands and touched Zhang Hansheng's face. There was only a piece of cold on it, not even a bit of temperature left.
The whole verdant mountain is snowing. It is obviously the summer season, but it is snowing. Snow took away Zhang Hansheng's body temperature and his life.
Shen Fengyue opened his eyes and looked at the top, and a few snowflakes floated into the gap of Zhang Hansheng's body, falling on his hair, body, and eyelashes.
After a while, Zhang Hansheng's head was covered with white snowflakes, and so did he. The snow fell on his head, as if they were old together.
Snow fell into the eyes, with a refreshing chill.
It's snowing...
Shen Fengyue's consciousness was erratic and heard the prompt tone of task completion:
[Ding Dong, the bug has been cleared and we are leaving the world. 】
This mechanical icy beep symbolized the end of the mission. It is also like commemorating this love, which is buried in the snow and crosses race and gender.
Fu Zhengguang heard the news of their deaths and heard that Master Zhaotianmen had given orders that no one dared to collect their corpses, so he went to Cangcui Mountain to collect their corpses.
After Zhang Han died, the snow stopped. Under the scorching sun, the snow accumulated on the verdant mountains turned into water and penetrated into the soil to nourish everything.
He saw a corpse there, a corpse pierced by a thousand arrows. The corpse lowered its eyes, as if looking at something tenderly, with a smile on his lips.
Fu Zhengguang looked carefully and found a plant lying under the body, two green leaves, and a red flower in the middle. Because of the snow water, the petals are bright in color, red like blood.
It turned out that he was looking at this plant and smiling softly at him.
This picture was engraved forever, hidden in the verdant mountain after the heavy snow.
Later, Fu Zhengguang sneered whenever he heard his friends say about beautiful love, and then said to them: "What are you guys? I will tell you a story, a love that crosses race and gender... I used to know two friends..."