Chapter 326 I want to go home

Snowflakes fell one by one, and in a short time it became heavy snow, which fell on the dilapidated and damaged Fengze Street. It seemed that the shocking blood was to be buried with white and flawless.

"Alas..."

Ye Luming, who took back the broken arm, sighed, and in the wind and snow, there seemed to be an indescribable and unknown loneliness.

A farewell to the floating clouds, flowing water for ten years, some things will eventually be put down.

Just as he wanted to put down the death of his beloved daughter and put down the endless Liao Dynasty.

Gao Huailiang's appearance made Ye Luming seem to have a lot of enlightenment. Suddenly, he only felt that the spiritual platform was clear and clear, and he suddenly opened the clouds and saw the blue sky.

In a faint time, it seems that it is closer to the cultivation of the earth fairy. I think the other foot can soon step into this legendary realm.

The bottleneck that had troubled him for several years finally loosened, but somehow, Ye Luming did not have a trace of joy in his heart. Maybe his mood had changed.

After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, Ye Luming came forward and whispered to Yang Yanzhao, who was sitting quietly on the ground, "Your revenge has been revenged, and your wish has been fulfilled. Come back to Xueshan with me."

He gently put Gao Huailiang, who had been sleeping in his arms, on the ice and snow. Yang Yanzhao shook his body, glanced at the corpses all over the ground, and also looked at the pale left woman standing in the distance.

"Hehe..."

For a long time, he actually laughed loudly, reached out and took out the witch token from his blood-stained arms and threw it at Ye Luming's feet.

The token made of dense iron hit the gravel and made a crisp sound. Seeing him like this, Ye Luming's face gradually became gloomy.

Yang Yanzhao is the person whose ancestors named to stay, but in the scene in front of him, he doesn't seem to want to leave with him, but he can't help thinking about this kind of thing.

Inadvertently, Ye Luming scattered a strong momentum and reached out to grab Yang Yanzhao. This hand was light, as light as the falling pieces of snow.

"If you take another step forward, I will die to show you!"

Ye Luming's blood-stained hand stopped in mid-air, because a dagger was on Yang Yanzhao's neck, and the dagger flashed brilliantly, which was obviously smeared with poison.

The broken clothes danced in the wind. Ye Luming stared at Yang Yanzhao for a long time, and his outstretched hand clamped a piece of snowflakes, just like the willow catkins flying, gently clamping the scattered willow catkins.

"Are you threatening me?"

The voice fell, and the two fingers gently hit forward. The flying snow instantly became crystal clear, like a transparent jade piece of the whole body. Between breathing, it hit Yang Yanzhao's hand holding the dagger, scratched a blood mark, and the dagger with cold light also fell to the ground because of pain.

Shaking his head, Ye Luming continued to fly forward and reached out to grab Yang Yanzhao. "Don't do stupid things anymore. Go back to the snow mountain with me. You will be the king of the snow mountain in the future. What's wrong?"

staggering back a few steps, Yang Yanzhao smiled again, and his face stained with dirt and blood was full of sneer, "The king of snowy mountains? What does that have to do with me! All I Yang Jing want is to go home. None of you can stop me from going home, and no one can!"

This laughter was very sad. Yang Yanzhao's eyes were red, his voice was exhausted, and he roared at the wind and snow all over the sky.

"Adult..."

Above the teahouse, Chi Lian's eyes flashed unbearable. His red lips opened gently and whispered to Wei Zhuang, who had not yet said anything.

But as if he had settled down, Wei Zhuang still said nothing, but stared at the end of the street, as if he was waiting for something.

"Here we go."

Standing behind Wei Zhuang, Mo Qilin, who had been closing his eyes, said for no reason. When the voice fell, he saw a loud noise. In the cold wind, the strong smell of sulfur was very pungent.

Under the smoke, a rope was put on Yang Yanzhao's body. At the other end of the rope was a thin man riding a horse.

"Brother Yang, brother, I'll take you home!"

Guo Qu laughed and suddenly closed the rope in his hand. Yang Yanzhao was suddenly pulled up in the air and flew to his horse.

Seeing the situation, Ye Luming could not tolerate such presumptuous people in front of him. He immediately floated forward and vowed to catch Yang Yanzhao back.

At this time, countless gunpowder jars were thrown down. Suddenly, it was smoke and dust all over the sky. Even if Ye Luming had a deep cultivation, he had to delay his figure.

In a rage, his hands threw out countless lights. Wherever the light went, there were screams, and dozens of people rolled down from the houses on the street.

In this gap, Yang Yanzhao was dozens of feet away from him. Ye Luming couldn't help but show his murderous spirit in his eyes. He shouted in a low voice and slapped him in the air.

The next moment, Guo Qu, who was pulling the rope, trembled and spit out a mouthful of blood, but the strength in his hand did not dissipate at all, and he pulled Yang Yanzhao to the horse behind him.

"Brother Yang, let's... let's go home..."

He said this with a smile, and Guo Qu suddenly pulled the reins and ran to the other side of the street.

"Do you want to run?"

A blood mist gradually appeared in Ye Luming's eyes. The previous quiet state of mind was completely broken, and his body rose greatly, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"Then die!"

He said coldly. Later, Ye Luming punched him with a turbulent momentum, like a big wave, fighting towards Guo Qu and Yang Yanzhao, who rode away.

"Bum!"

A figure flew out like a broken paper kite, and his weak body was like an unbearable cool breeze, but Zuo Posha blocked Ye Luming's attack.

"Swas!"

In shock, Ye Luming quickly came forward and hugged the left woman who was like a delicate and pitiful butterfly. He was lucky and wanted to heal her.

The delicate face was a heartbreaking pale white. Zuo Posha shook her head and kept spitting blood in her mouth. "Master, it's useless. Don't waste Zhenyuan for you..."

"Gashi, don't talk. As a teacher, I will definitely heal you."

There is infinite anxiety and worry in the deep voice.

It seems that I feel this love. There is a smile on the corners of Zuo Po's mouth, like a red lotus blooming. "Master... Po Sa, I want to go back to the snowy mountains..."

"Why, Poss, why did you do this?"

The trembling hand took out a piece of rice paper from his arms, and Zuo Po was handed to Ye Luming's eyes. The latter glanced at it and naturally saw the plain strokes on it.

It was a little girl holding a rabbit who was talking and laughing, as if talking about happiness, and the girl's big eyes turned into a crescent moon.

These eyes are so familiar to him.

More than 20 years ago, it seemed that there was such a girl who loved to laugh, and her eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, which was his biological daughter.

On the other side, Zuo Po's face was tender, and her smiling face was like a flower. Ye Luming had not seen such a happy appearance for a long time.

"Master... When I was a child, I also painted such a picture."

He stretched out his fingers and stretched out his tremblingly on the rice paper. Zuo Po Si whispered, "At that time, Po Si was like the end... Sitting next to the master, listening to you talking about strange things, laughing... laughing happily..."

It was intermittent, and her voice became lower and lower. Finally, Zuo Posha closed her eyes, but her face was with a quiet smile, as if she were asleep.

"Swas!"

Ye Luming roared sadly, and the powerful momentum dispersed, rolling up countless masonry and dust.

After a moment, the dazzling light dissipated, and tears dripped from Ye Luming's eyes, mixed with the snow and fell on Zuo Po's cheek.

Hearing this roar, Yang Yanzhao, who was behind Guo Qu, looked back with difficulty and looked at Zuo Posha, who was held by Ye Luming, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

Once, he cursed Zuo Poxie countless times and hated her ruthlessness, but now, it is she who saved herself with her life. Suddenly, Yang Yanzhao owes another kindness in this life.

A kindness that is difficult to repay, and even more impossible to repay.

I was sad, but I heard the sound of countless horses' hoofs around me. I don't know when black soldiers appeared in the street ahead, and the long knife in his hand was filled with a cold chill.

"Hss...!"

As if shocked by these murderous spirits, the running dark horse suddenly hissed and raised its hooves, and the two people on the back of the horse suddenly rolled to the ground.

He struggled on the ground in pain and raised his eyes, but saw that Guo Qu was still motionless. Yang Yanzhao immediately stretched out and shook him, but the latter did not respond.

He crawled forward. Yang Yanzhao was stunned when he looked at it. Guo Qu had already closed his eyes and had no breath.

At this time, he remembered that Guo Qu had slapped Ye Luming just now.

A large number of Liao soldiers surrounded them. In a short time, the soldiers dispersed twice, but Ye Lvxian galloped.

In the wind and snow, the Liao monarch glanced at the miserable scene around him, and his eyes were full of horror.

Soon, Ye Luxian jumped down and hurried to the sluggish Ye Luming, bent down to salute, and whispered respectfully, "Ancestor."

The snow covered the sky and spread the ground. For a moment, it was covered with the black clothes of Yeluxian's golden dragon climbing clouds, but Ye Luming did not speak, so he could only maintain the salute posture.

"In the future, if it hadn't been for the attack of the masters of the Central Plains, the witch religion would not interfere in anything in Liaoning. Take care of yourself..."

For a long time, Ye Luming said this sentence in a low voice. He carefully put away the rice paper soaked in ice and snow, and then hugged Zuo Po Sa and moved forward. When he passed Gao Huailiang, who had been covered with snow, he staddled a little and turned his head to Ye Lvxian and said, "He is a miserable man. You find a quiet place. It's good life. Let's be buried."

"I will follow the will of my ancestors."

Ye Lvxian answered in a low voice. When he saw Ye Lvming's figure dissipated in the wind and snow, he came to his senses and stared at Yang Yanzhao, who was emanating from his head, and a murder flashed in his eyes.

"Kill him!"

The cold voice spread along the cold wind, and the waiting palace guard waved his hand, and the soldiers around Yang Yanzhao raised their long knives one after another.

Seeing the situation, Yang Yanzhao gritted his teeth, supported his body full of scars, and stood up. He looked at the palace guard around with disdain. Later, he turned his head and raised his head to Ye Luxian, showing a contemptuous smile.

Even if I die, I am arrogant and can't be despised by anyone.

"Kill!"

Ye Luxian gritted his teeth and roared. He even pulled the sword of the guard around him, stepped on the ice and snow, and personally cut Yang Yanzhao.

"Hold on, brother, stop!"

Before the knife touched Yang Yanzhao's face, he heard a heartbreaking cry in his ear. Ye Lvxian, who was holding the knife, trembled and turned his head. Qiong'e was holding the gold-inlaid pear dagger he had sent in her hand.

At this moment, the dagger is on Qiong'e's pink jade-like neck