Chapter 369 Silver Ghost 14

"Helping Zhou as abusing? Hahahaha!" In the silence of the swordsman in white, Jinlong laughed loudly, "Wenwang Baizi, blame Yin Zhouhuang**! History has always been written by the winners. When your head hangs on the tower, who cares you is evil!"

Ye Yingru said in a trembling voice, "Since ancient times, you and you will definitely be punished!"

Jin Long sneered and suddenly took a step and punched Ye Ying at the door. Liu Wanyun next to him scolded and intercepted his fist with a silver needle. The two came and went, fighting in one place, stirring up strong wind gusts and disturbing the little prince's long hair. Ye Yingru moved two steps to the left, avoiding the battle circle around him, staring at the mountain-like swordsman in front of him, with a trace of expectation in his eyes, and gently said, "Brother Duan, you have a hard time, right?"

The eternal expression of the swordsman in white suddenly melted, and he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with three points of tenderness, three points of irony, and four points of regret. He said in a low voice, "You like him very much."

This is the first time Ye Yingru heard him speak today. His voice is no longer clear and hoarse as an old man in his childhood. There is no doubt or emotion in his speech, which is a very peaceful statement tone. When he said this, he only stared at Ye Yingru and never glanced at Qin Yan lying behind her.

It was this plain tone that shocked Ye Yingru's face. She opened her mouth and said, "No, it's not what you think..." She understood that Duan Fei's feelings for herself were the turbulent sea of fire in her youth, burning the tender heart. Even after several years of silence in the deep Ye family's house, she still tolerates every time she thinks of the past.

Someone once loved her so fiercely, which was a precious memory with a little sweetness... But why did it evolve into what it is today?

The tenderness on the face of the swordsman in white was fleeting. He quietly looked at her silence, and there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes. Only he knew what kind of waves were in his heart when the tears on the girl's eyelashes came into his eyes.

Four years... The tenderness that made him care in his midnight dream is still there, but a heart has been tied to others.

Oh! Even so, the ridiculous tenderness and the fierce memories still made him slow down and quietly want to stay at this moment forever...

He has no future. It would be a pity to destroy the past again, wouldn't it? For this reason, he can suppress the feeling of humiliation in his heart and only want to monopolize the beautiful woman's eyes at this moment.

The panic cry of Master Qin, who was completely ignored, seemed to be covered by a gust of wind and fell down the cliff when he reached the most tragic peak.

Leave a lingering charm.

At a height of dozens of feet, if the gods and Buddhas do not respond to the prayers of the third young master, then his powerful fat body will really fall into broken sauce.

Fortunately, although the Anxi Qin family is not a devout Buddhist, they usually donate enough incense money to major temples.

Just as the third young master fell out of the cliff, a figure galloped from afar and swept to the edge of the cliff wall like a strong wind. He took a few steps under his feet and rushed down more than two feet in an instant, and grabbed the fat man's foot. He wanted to step on the bump of the cliff and rush back, but the weight of the fat man was really beyond his expectations. One did not stand firmly, and his body suddenly lost its balance. He hurriedly smashed down with the other hand and inserted half of his arm into the rock, which stabilized his body.

The fat man was carried upside down by him, waved his hands desperately, and shouted, "Brother Fang, Brother Fang, you must save me! I will be a cow and horse in my next life to repay your kindness..."

The person who came is Fang Qiuyao. He had the intention to save Qin Honghun, but the weight of the third young master was really unbearable. Fang Qiuyao stepped on a stone crack and stabilized his body, and the cliff stone that was punched by him was pulled out and tilted and broke in the banging sound. His upper body lost its balance again, and his right arm was still painful. He was unable to punch the second punch, so he could only be dragged down by the fat man and continue to fall down.

There are more than 30 feet from the ground below. If you fall like this, I'm afraid it will fall into a piece of meat pie. In the whirling wind, the fat man's shouts did not seem very real.

After falling more than ten feet, Fang Qiuyao regained some strength, roared, threw his left arm hard, and suddenly threw the fat man's body of more than 200 catties into the air. Then he fell under the fat man and stepped on his feet to find an foothold. However, he was unlucky. After stepping on the nearly vertical cliff into scattered gravel, he still couldn't find a place to withstand his weight. After that, he saw the fat man's body fall down again. His fat hands were swinging randomly, and he suddenly hooked Fang Qiuyao's neck, strangled him to death, and shouted, "Brother Fang, save me!"

Fang Qiuyao did not respond. He was almost strangled by the fat man.

Fortunately, he had a long breath and recovered. He raised his hand and pulled out the long sword behind him and brazenly inserted it into the cliff in front of him.

Because the fat man was too close, he drew a blood when he drew his sword and cried and shouted: "Don't kill me! I have a lot of money for you. Brother Fang, don't leave me!"

Fang Qiuyao rolled his eyes. Even with his good temper, he couldn't wait to throw the fat man down.

But he is a gentleman. Since he has decided to save people, of course he can't give up halfway.

The fall of more than ten feet high is not easily offset. Coupled with the indestructible characteristics of the sword spirit, the long sword splits all the way down the cliff and pulled down more than ten meters under the momentum of the two people. Fang Qiuyao stepped into the crack of the stone at the right time before he finally stopped.

At this time, he was about to run out of breath, and he couldn't stand being strangled by the fat man. He summoned his true breath and rushed out of his throat and said, "Brother Qin, let go!"

"It's not loose! I don't want to die!" The fat man hugged him tighter.

Fang Qiuyao felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and his body began to be weak. He desperately puffed up a true qi and said, "I'm about to be weakened by you..." The rest of the words gushed out of his throat. His hand was finally unable to hold the sword, his five fingers slowly loosened, fell back and fell on his back.

The wind roared, but he couldn't breathe. In a trance, he felt that he was falling into the bottomless abyss.

There is only ten feet above, but there is no accident again. The fat man hugged Fang Qiuyao's neck, kicked his feet randomly, screamed strangely, and then clicked, his back to the ground and fell into a pile of meat mud.

Fang Qiuyao also fell heavily, and his whole body fell into the flesh and blood of the fat man. He only felt black in front of his eyes, and most of his body's senses were cut off in an instant, as if even his soul had been thrown out.

The world turned around, and the severe pain surged up. Finally, he couldn't help shouting in pain.

Due to the fat man's back and the strong body of the local cultivation, he not only survived, but also did not suffer any serious trauma.

However, after he woke up, he was afraid that he would not want to recall today's nightmare scene for a long time.

Heaven is always there, one drink and one peck, and there is a fixed number.