The Governor is Sick - Chapter 132

The screams ceased, and the pond was piled with blood, and the three of them were surrounded by the pile. Fanzis stepped out of the corridor, stepping forward along the assassin’s broken body and blood. This is the worst **** on earth, but Bai Liyu is indifferent. Her face seems to be frozen by ice and snow, her eyes are indifferent.

Xia Hou took a sigh of relief, suddenly more black shadows emerged from behind Bailifang, expressionless white porcelain faces appeared from the snow and mist, and the long knife in their hands was thin with frost, like frost. Snow Blade. The three of Xia Houyi and Fanzi held back their swords slowly. Opposite them, the ghostly assassin in the ruins set up a crossbow, and pointed the cold light arrow at the three’s eyebrows.

“Why are there so many people!” Xia Houyi gritted his teeth.

“Because this was a dead end from the beginning.” Shen Yan sneered, “All the assassins are here, this is to invite the king to join us, we are the ones in the team.”

“Master, is there any way?” Xia Houyi asked.

“There is a way to die.” Shen Yan said angrily.

There are more and more assassins, behind the cricket door wall, behind the dead flowers and vines, on the side of the half-fallen moon cave … The assassins silently stare at the three Xiahou princes, like vultures staring at the corpse, waiting for the end of the prey Breath.

“Brother,” Bai Lijie said in silence, “I give you one last chance, come here.”

She looked at her in silence, without moving.

“Why?” Bai Lijie looked at him. “Do you hate me so much?”

“I want to fulfill the abbot’s wish,” said Chi.

“What about my wish?”

Sick and silent.

Bai Lijie suddenly laughed, “It’s a pity, brother who hates you, you love so many people, but you don’t love me.” Her smile was clear and sorrowful, but she became sloppy, “Okay, hold on You listen, the Snow Mountain Killing Field is a killing field carefully arranged for you by Bai Lijie. Even if each of you can resist thousands of troops, you must not leave here alive.

“Hang up, I will freeze you on the top of the snow after you die, we will always be partners, and death will not be separated. Xiahou Ai, I will take your body to the South China Sea, bones and ashes, you and your brother forever Can’t meet! “

“You’re crazy, Bailifang,” Xiahou said, “your revenge is meaningless.”

“Really?” There was a satire in the corner of Bailifang’s mouth. “Xiahou Hou, I haven’t finished talking yet, do you know what I do with Shen Hao? Shen Hao, I will not kill you, you will live, Like me, live alone! “

Xiahou was shocked.

He turned to look at Shen Yan, the man stood next to him, his face still indifferent, with no expression. The snowflakes fell on his eyebrows, like a layer of sorrow. His whole body was formed by snow and ice, and his eyes were frozen.

“See what I do?” Shen glanced at him and turned his head.

“Master …” Xiahou murmured.

There was unexplainable suffering in his heart, like a dry field, wrinkled.

“So do you understand now?” Shen Min looked at the snowflakes on the quiet iron, “For me, the biggest punishment is not death, not frustration, but you are dead, I am alive.”

“Your arm is yours?” Xia Houyi asked, “To understand anesthetics?”

“Ok.”

“…”

Xiahou looked at the snow-white ruins all over the world, and the blood-colored pond was covered with white snow again. The wreckage of the dead assassin’s limbs was covered with pale snow frost, and the distant vaults reflected in the godless eyes. He smelled the smell of human blood in the fluttering snowflakes, and in his cruel and short years, this smell of sweetness followed him to this day.

“Master …” Xia Hou shook his lips and said, “Why don’t you understand? You and us are different. We are dead when we die, and there is nothing in the wilderness. But you are different, even if you die. You must also lie in a large coffin wrapped in gold lacquer and jade, eat and worship, and be lively. How can you, like us, die in an unknown place and be an unknown ghost? “

Shen Yan was silent.

Xia Houyi said sadly: “I owe you too much. Without Galan, you are the celestial master Xie Jinglan who is praised by everyone. Without Xia Houyi, you are the governor of the Dongchang factory, who has the right to fall in love. Master, I owe you so How much do you want me to pay back? “

“You don’t have to pay it back,” Shen said.

He turned his head, glanced through the snow flakes and fell into Xia Houyi’s eyes, “Don’t pay it back. Grandma, whether it is Xie Jinglan or Shen Yun, your life is my best life.”

The sound of snow sounded extraordinarily vast and vast at this moment, and it seemed as if thousands of soldiers and horses had penetrated into Xia Houyi’s heart.

“Have you finished your last words?” Bai Lijie stood up from the beam and looked down at them, “Go to death when you are finished.”

“Bali kite!”

Xia Houyi looked at her from afar, and stepped Bu Shenglian across her chest. Persistently tired and Shen Yan stood behind Xia Houyi, and they looked at Bailifang across the snow screen, their eyes were like frost and snow.

“Your revenge is indeed scary.” Xia Houyi stared at Bai Lijie, saying one word at a time: “But whether it is buried in the snow or lonely, our souls, partners, dear love, will certainly The day of heavy snow is coming back again. Baili kite, this is the curse of the countless ancestors of Qiye Jialan, and it is also the oath of all of us. “

The snow wind hovered above the ruins, as if a howling sorrow. The assassins gazed at them silently, the cold snow condensed on their fingertips, and the cold light of the crossbow trembled in the snow fog.

Baili kite looked at them indifferently, and the irony in the corner of her mouth slowly deepened, as if dismissive.

A voice of an assassin suddenly sounded deep in the ruins, “Xiahou Hou, is this why you know you must die?” A man stepped out of the snow and mist, took off the white porcelain mask, and revealed Xia Hou’s familiar face.

It’s love.

“Sometimes I really don’t understand you. You are obviously at ease. Why do you want to come back to die?” The book ripped off the corner of the mouth and smiled sadly. “Because you think you have lived a long time ago, just die.” It’s been a hundred. “

“Because this is the wish of many people, and it is also my own wish.” Xia Houyi lowered his head and looked at his palms, and said, “Book of love, in Shenfu, you said that I had got the antidote for July and a half and defected to Galan. No There is no antidote from beginning to end. From the beginning, I and Jiyan were two knives, forged to destroy Garan. The medicine that the abbot fed us can temporarily get rid of July and half, but it will also make our body It’s gone. “

The book flickered for a moment, raised his eyes, stared blankly at him, and looked at him again. He knows that boredom does not lie.

Nodded lightly.

An assassin asked: “Aren’t you the heartless sons?”

“Yeah, he probably thinks that the father’s debts will be paid off, and he left us to do what he didn’t do that year.” Xia Houxi looked down at Bu Shenglian and smiled indifferently. “Contributing to his son Probably the worst thing in my life. “He looked to the letter,” In fact, there was no choice from the beginning, wasn’t it? On the one hand, it’s lingering, and on the other hand, it’s the soul’s hometown, that’s it. The love of the book, was too late Take you to rebellion, so now I ask you, what is your choice? “

The sorrowful wailing wind hovered over the ruins, the letter hung his head, and the hand holding the mask was shaking. Eighty-one whip, half-July, bliss … all the pain was turned into a heavy sorrow like pig iron, and it rested on his shoulder. All the assassins stared at him silently, as if waiting for his answer together.

Baili Jie sneered and said, “Jin Na Luo, are you going to betray me?”

“Yes, I’m going to betray you,” the whispered love. He slammed hard, the white porcelain mask smashed to the ground, the sound of ice crackling broke the silence, and the porcelain piece was torn apart. The noise echoed over the ruins, and everyone stared at the fragment of the mask without saying a word.

The letter went to Xia Houyi and handed him a letter, “This is Brother Seventeen’s testament. I went back that day to secretly rescue Brother Seventeen, but … I did not expect that Duan Jiu had already killed Brother Seventeen. Now. “

Xia Houzhen took Tang Shiqi’s testament silently, his hands trembled slightly.

“I …” The love choked and tears slowly dripped, “Master, whether you forgive me or not, thank you, this time …” He looked into Xia Houyi’s eyes, “Don’t keep me anymore Alone in Galan. “

Xia Houzhen watched him for a while, stretched out his fist and struck his shoulder.

“Brothers.”

Xia Houyi raised his lotus, looked at the assassins in the distance, and shouted, “What about you guys? The supreme bliss you ask for is the lie of Bailifang. You are the ghosts of Baili’s family. A family eats it and becomes the slavery and puppet of the Baili family. Is this what you want to be Supreme Bliss? No, this is not Supreme Bliss, this is the endless suffering that will never be released! “

“Now, tell me, do you choose to be a walking dead of Bailifang, or …” Xia Houyi said word by word, and his blood-stained face was as sharp as a knife, “With me, live bliss, Immortal together! “

silence.

There was only the sound of whispering snow between the heavens and the earth, as if a whisper of wailing souls.

An assassin stepped out of the snow, stepped behind Xia Houyu, smashed the mask into the snow, and the cold porcelain surface was torn apart.

“Asura, sirens, defect!”

Immediately after, another assassin stepped out slowly, breaking the mask. However, as the third and fourth, more and more assassins gathered behind Xia Houyu and looked away, as if the fine black tide was flowing through the snow and poured into Xia Houyu’s back.

“Galuo Luozhong, Jiang hated, defected!”

“Ganda Dazhong, bitter leaf knife, defection!”

“Narrow the crowds, Dragon Sparrow, defection!”

Under the snow and ice, there seems to be a deep-seated killer reviving in sleep, that is the killing intention from a long time ago. Assassins showed their faces, some fortitude and innocence, some swarthy and pale, and some handsome and mediocre. At this moment, their faces were utterly terrible, because they had given up their lives and volunteered for unknowable destruction.

For a while, nearly half of the assassins had gathered behind Xia Houyi. Black crowds stood by the pond, confronting the assassins on the side of Bailifang. The bone-killing intentions spread in the snow wind, and beyond everyone’s expectations, this fierce battle turned into a slaughter of evil spirits and evil spirits, a duel between demons and demons.

There was an irresistible surge in Xia Houyi’s heart, and the murderousness rushed in his veins. He slowly grasped the lotus, and the pattern of the handle rubbed his palm hot.

“Xia Houyi,” Shen Min leaned on his shoulder, “keep calm, you are not alone now, you are the leader of the assassin.”

The dissatisfied reminded, “You are the new abbot.”

Xia Hou froze, as if he saw the old faces in the heart of the fallen leaves.

It turned out that he finally embarked on this path, as if it was a destiny.

Xia Houyi raised his eyes, and the steel-like cold killing intent suddenly appeared.

“The Galanian ancestor, protect me from moving forward, rejoice, and return to immortality.” Xia Houyi hissed, “Zhujun, return with me!”

The assassins drew their swords together, and the swords splattered like snow.

“Together!”

“Together!”

“Together!”

The sound was like frenzy and swept the snow.

Baili kite stood in the pale ruins, and pointed out forefinger to Xia Houyi, just like **** Yan Luosen’s severe judgment.

“Very well, since that’s what I want you to do,” Bai Lijie laughed. “Everyone, listen to me and give me-kill!”

All arrows go! The sharp arrows on both sides were as rain. The crossbow was exhausted in an instant, everyone progressed and pulled the sword, the two black tides collided together, biting each other like beasts, the white sword light was intertwined with the bright red flesh, the snowflakes swirled in the knife net and stained with blood. , Can’t tell whether it is snowflakes or blood flowers. In the battle, Xia Houyi began to cut rounds, and the swords were densely woven. All the black clothes and flesh in front of him were strangled to pieces.

But not fast enough!

At the end of the field of vision, the figure of Bailiyu white clothes and red clothes slowly disappeared, and the snow mist covered her trace.

“Xia Houyi, we open the way for you!” The assassins yelled.

The assassins roared forward, wave after wave, the people in front fell down under the opponent’s blade, and the people in the back stepped on their companions’ bodies again. A blood line was squeezed out in the middle of the chaotic Kuroshio, and everyone kept his teeth. Xia Houyun turned around and looked across the **** rain. He was disgusted and cut off a man’s masked head. The blood was sprayed on his quiet cheek. Shen drew sideways to pass an assassin, and at the same time pulled a knife into his belly. .

“Go! Xia Hou!” The assassins snarled. “With the wish of the dead undead, the wish of all of us, kill the Baili kite!”

In the sound of the slaughter, Shen Yan glanced back, his upper eyelids stained with blood, cruel and gorgeous.

“Go,” Shen said, “you are born, I will go to you. You die, I will go with you.”

It was a promise, blue sky, life and death.

Xia Houyi did not hesitate, turned around, and ran into the vast snow and mist.