Chapter 72

It's like a silk

"Hurry up, do you want these soldiers to arrest me? Humph." Seeing that the veteran captain walked slower and slower, Qingjia cut a cut on his neck with a sword, which suddenly scared him and quickly said loudly that he did not dare, but he never dare to walk fast.

Qingjia took a look around. It turned out that they had arrived in front of a palace gate. On the plaque of the door were written three big characters 'Dominating the Palace'. Between the lines, the domineering spirit of the rush is self-evident. Although she is in danger, Qingjia still wants to say hello.

At this time, no less than 300 people gathered behind Qingjia, but most of them only dared to look quietly in the distance and did not dare to approach. The door of the palace slowly opened, and three people came out, a white-haired old man with his head, holding a purple wooden square stick, raised his eyebrows, and stared at Qingjia coldly, with awe-inspiring momentum.

The two young men behind him followed closely. The left one was about 13 or 14 years old. He was still childish and empty-handed, but he was like a dagger that had not yet started, which made people palpitate.

The person on the right looks ordinary, holding a purple wooden square stick like an old man, and also looks at Qingjia coldly.

The old man shouted, "Who came to break into Bofang City at night and dared to hurt the bodyguard. Hurry up and put down the weapon and surrender, and then wait for the overlord to fall."

Qingjia didn't want to talk nonsense with him. She kicked the veteran captain's buttocks, and the veteran captain stampered forward: "I don't want to say more. I want to see the hegemonic army. If he is not there, I will see the overlord. Who are you?"

When the pleasant voice of the yellow warbler came out of the valley, it was extremely harsh to the old man. He said angrily, "Presumptuous, did you also call the name of the hegemony? Humph, it's also a little brave to see that you dare to bring a dying person to Bofang City. The old man will accompany you on a few moves.

After saying that, the old man shouted and jumped over from afar. The purple wood square stick was danced by him. Just looking at it, Qingjia could see that the old man's skills were absolutely not low. Although he did not reach the extraordinary bow, it was not lower than Li Chengshan and Shi Zhi.

Qingjia was anxious and anxious, and the nameless breath on her back became weaker and weaker. She stamped her feet and shouted angrily: "The angry sword sweeps the eight wildernesses, bang, clear water flowing waves." The clear water sword shadow reappeared high in the sky and beheaded the attacking old man. The old man smiled disdainly and said, "The little doll's cultivation is not weak, but it's obviously a little tender to compete with the old man."

As soon as Aoki Fangzheng stick pointed to the sky, he was born with Qingjia's clear water flow waves. The stick shook. Qingjia only felt unparalleled pressure, which made her chest dull. An electric shock-like feeling pierced her chest, her throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

The shadow of the Qingshui sword suddenly dispersed, and the old man stood still, Aoki square stick on the ground, and then looked at her coldly.

Qingjia spit blood, and her body stood unsteadily and fell back. As a result, the two collided firmly. However, the moment Qingjia fell down, tears flowed all over her face. Because of the namelessness clinging to her back, she could no longer feel his heartbeat. She turned crazy. When he turned around and looked at the nameless, his face was twisted in pain, and a trace of blood overflowed from his chest again.

"Unknown brother, unknown brother, wake up, wake up, don't die." The nameless silence, her head was lowered, and Qingjia Huarong had already been blood and tearful, and her beautiful face looked a little ferocious.

She shouted a few times, and there was no reply for a long time. She took a deep breath. Qingjia mobilized the true power in the sea of air to slowly enter the nameless body. The green green force slowly moved like his body, dissipating the trace of coldness. After a while, she could actually feel his heartbeat.

Qingjia was happy, and the green Zhenli increased the input, but Qingjia, who consumed the Zhenli intensively in the continuous battle, could not use the redundant Zhenli to heal the nameless injury. The body vibrated violently, and the Zhenli could not be connected, and then spewed out a mouthful of blood again.

This time, he looked at the nameless, delicate red, sprinkled on the nameless face, warm, wet, nameless and shallow breath, and his eyes slowly opened.

Qingjia, who had been depressing, woke up without a name, and her heart was sore that she wanted to jump into his arms and cry. Looking at Qingjia's bloody and tearful face, the wound that had been painful was almost bursting. He whispered in pain, "Qingjia, don't, don't waste it. It's hard. I can feel it. I can't do it, cough--" Before he finished his words, the nameless coughed out with a mouthful of blood, and the arrow penetrated his heart, plus a If it hadn't been for the fatigue on the road, he would have died long ago.

Qingjia cried and shook her head: "No, no, the unknown brother can't die. I don't want you to die. I must save you." After saying that, she carried a few Zhenli and intermittently lost into the nameless body. The nameless painful face was not because of the pain on his body, but because of the pain in his heart. It was a long-lost powerless heartache. The broken picture passed through his mind again, and the fuzzy girl was so helpless and weak like Qingjia in front of him. The sad voice broke his heart.

He wanted to struggle hard. He wanted to get up and stand in front of Qingjia and protect Qingjia in front of him - but he couldn't do it. He hated himself for being useless. He used to be so useless, but now he still hates himself. What should he do? This Qingjia, if it's a pity, he is so powerless. He wants strength. Want to protect the people in front of you--

A hand stretched out from the side and caught the nameless right.

Qingjia was shocked and turned around angrily, "What are you doing?" His left hand continued to hold the nameless, and his right hand turned into a fist and hit behind him.

The comer smiled and held Qingjia's weak little fist: "I didn't expect you to be so obsessed. Don't worry, I, Roda, won't do anything against an injured and dying little guy." The person who came was the old man in charge with Qingjia. He was the defender under the throne, and his strength was comparable to the emperor's rank. It was reasonable for Qingjia's attack to be broken by him.

Qingjia was stunned for a moment, quickly got out of the way, and said, "Thank you, senior. I was reckless just now. Please don't be surprised."

Qingjia's posture lowered. Roda just smiled and didn't say anything. He nodded to her and motioned her to silence. He gave her a nameless pulse. Qing looked at him nervously and completely forgot that he had just fought with the old man.

After a moment, Roda withdrew his hand and shook his head helplessly. Qingjia asked nervously, "How's it going?"

Roda looked at her and said, "Return to the light, this little brother is hopeless."

Qingjia's eyes were so open that she couldn't believe it. She muttered for a long time, "No, no, the unknown brother will be fine. You lied to me, aren't you? You lied to me." She grabbed Rhoda's hand and was extremely excited.

"Cough, cough, Qingjia." The nameless voice was extremely weak. Qing Jiaqing burst into tears. She let go of Luoda and hugged the nameless face. Her pretty face pressed against the nameless cold face and whispered, "Nameless brother, you, you can't die. Qingjia doesn't want you to die. You can't die."

The nameless smiled at her with difficulty and said, "Don't be sad. If I die, I--" The nameless body suddenly shook, and another picture flashed in his mind. It was a sad picture. He heard a vague girl say in the same tone as Qingjia, "Brother Yan, Xiao Ruo is not afraid, Xiao Ruo Ruo If you die, Xiao Ruo will definitely go to heaven! At that time, Xiaoruo will look at Brother Yan in the white clouds in the sky and watch Brother Yan marry a child cuter than Xiaoruo, and then Brother Yan will have a lot of cute, naughty and naive children. I will bless them in the sky and bless them that they can have food and clothes every day, not like Xiao Ruo. He lived on the street like Brother Yan. Brother Yan, Xiaoruo has a wish that I haven't told you. I know we can't complete it, but I hope Brother Yan can remember that Xiaoruo has such a wish. Xiaoruo, Xiaoruo's wish is to marry Brother Yan, help Brother Yan make the best thing in the world, help Brother Yan make the most beautiful clothes in the world, and help Yan My brother gave birth to the cutest child in the world, help Brother Yan ̄ ̄"

A very long paragraph, but it was like hitting the softest pain in the nameless heart. His heart was so painful that he burst into tears. He muttered in his heart: "Ruoxi, Ruoxi, Xiao Ruo, brother Yan is incompetent and is going to die, but if I die, I will also go to the white clouds in the sky to look at you-- ――”

Qingjia roared excitedly, "Unknown brother, don't say death, you won't die--"

She interrupted her namelessly and said firmly, "Qingjia, if I die, I will definitely look at you in the white clouds in the sky. You have to live well..."

Qingjia saw the nameless tears slipping down quietly and shed tears for her. He was energetic and stopped looking at Qingjia. He turned his head and looked at the old man. He said weakly, "Senior Rhoda? We came to Bofang City without any malice. Because of the letter, the sister-in-law was too reckless to explain it clearly. Please don't be surprised.

Roda sighed. He knew that the more clearly the nameless words were explained, the less time he had. However, what the nameless said was to exclaim his surprise. He heard people report that a girl broke into the Bofang Tower alone with an injured teenager on her back. Of course, he was angry because he was dedicated to maintaining the majesty of the emperor, so he injured Qingjia indiscriminately.

"A letter? What letter to send?"

Qing Jiafu lay on her nameless chest and looked at her namelessly. Although she was in terrible pain in the center of her heart, she still nodded her heart and pulled out the letter from her nameless chest to the hegemonic army. Qingjia explained, "This is written by Mr. Zhou Buqing of Daluo Town, saying that we must give it to the Overlord, but we are on the way. People were ambushed by thieves, so they had to break into Bofang City at night. Please don't blame Elder Luo.

Qingjia bit the corners of her mouth and said these words, which was almost the final request. He didn't want her to be hurt by Roda after his death and asked her to make things clear, but Roda was furious when he heard it: "What? How dare anyone dare to ambush people at will outside Bofang City? Humph, is it true that there is no one in my ancient hegemony army?"