I don't know when, in Shangguan Qingxue's eyes, everyone will die, Situ Feng will not, because he is like a piece of iron, invincible and omnipotent.
That's how she believes it.
But now she was horrified to find that this man, a fragile gust of wind, was about to fall.
Listening to her words, Situ Feng stayed unmoved, looking straight at her with his eyes straight. After a long time, he opened his mouth and the blood came out, trembling, hoarse, sighing and confessing his fate.
"In your eyes, there is no me."
Such beautiful eyes made him remember deeply at first sight. He desperately wanted to have a place for him in these eyes. In the end, there was still no him, nothing.
As if he had accepted his fate, he released the broken knife he was holding tightly, and wanted to raise his hand to touch her cheek.
But this blood-stained hand stretched out in mid-air and stopped alive.
Shangguan Qingxue looked at him, not knowing what he was going to do, so she could only stand there and watch, but suddenly, the man turned upside down toward him and fell on top of her.
The **** breath rushing towards her face, and the heavy body, she held tightly, he was motionless, Shangguan Qingxue whispered after a moment of silence.
"Situ Feng?"
No one responded, another unwilling voice
"Situ Feng?"
Still no one responds
"Situ Feng!!"
Her voice increased.
The **** right hand slipped from her shoulder, knocking out the broken knife that was deeply inserted into the gap, with a bang.
The broken knife fell to the ground.
Shangguan Qingxue stared at the broken knife firmly, holding Situ Feng firmly, her eyes flushed, she couldn't help crying.
A man once told her that as a soldier, the sword would never leave his hand on the battlefield. If the sword lands, there is only one possibility, that is, he is dead.
She knelt on the ground, hugging him and crying hard, Shangguan Qingxue kept shaking his body, as if she wanted him to wake up, but in vain.
The surrounding soldiers knelt down on one knee and sent the general away religiously.
The blood was flowing around the soldiers, corpses were everywhere, and the entire imperial city was filled with a strong smell of blood.
This round seems to be set.
As for the Xuan Mansion, which had the same tragic war, it seemed that the battle was not over yet.
The door of Xuan Mansion was piled up by piles of corpses. Xuan Yunzhi was covered in blood. His original white clothes were stained with blood red. There were two scars on his right arm and back. The bones were heavily visible, blood was flowing continuously, and his hair was shed. Like a monster crawling out of hell.
The hairpin in her hand did not know where she had thrown it, holding a spear in both hands, one step from the pile, one step, dragging the blood down.
Every step I took, I staggered and staggered, looking like it was difficult to stabilize my figure.
How long has it been killed?
She forgot, only knowing that she was killing all the time, she kept killing, she couldn't stop, and if she stopped, she was going to die.
The guards behind the Xuan family were not left, all of them died.
Compared with the guards of Xuan's family, the soldiers who died on the other side were going to kill her more.
Osmanthus looked at this woman walking step by step from the dead pile, as if she was looking at a monster.
What is going on with this woman?
Can't you kill it?
Why are you still alive? ? !
There was even a flash of fear in his eyes. It was really terrifying.
Osmanthus is crazy now
"Go on! Go on!"
Soldiers are also humans, and seeing such a monster, they can't make up their minds.
Looking at each other, he finally walked over carefully.