Many people came outside Zhouyuan again.

There is a woman in red.

There are also men with a look of slaughter.

They have one common characteristic - they are covered in blood!

They obviously had only experienced a life-and-death battle not long ago!

But in this Zhouzhuang, who are they fighting with?

No one dared to ask about those people in the world, and they all retreated.

The door of the inner courtyard is still closed, and what happened inside has not yet been reported. The people outside do not know that the birthday boy is dead.

But now they know that something is not good.

After all, there were such a large group of fierce officers and soldiers at Zhou Dashan’s birthday party... They were obviously not here to celebrate their birthdays.

Obviously, they didn't come here to hide from the wind and snow or ask for a glass of wine.

The conclusion is very simple.

I'm afraid that Zhou Da's kind-hearted man has provoked people who shouldn't be provoked, so he is afraid that it will be difficult to be kind to him.

So, some timid people began to retreat.

After all, those who are in the world usually dare not fight with officers and soldiers.

Of course, there are also bold people who have not left yet.

They stayed, not to help Zhou Dashanren through this disaster, but to see what would happen.

Ning Chuchu and the Detachment of Women stood at the gate of the inner courtyard of Zhouyuan.

She pushed open the door.

Stretch out and wave it.

The remaining two hundred soldiers of the women rushed in like the wind, raised the bow in their hands, and aimed at the people in the world on both sides.

Cheng Yiren stood at the door on a war horse and armor.

She also waved her hand.

The more than a thousand soldiers left under her were scattered, surrounding the yard, and raising the knife in their hands.

Ning Chuchu came to Li Chenan.

Standing with great confidence.

He raised his eyes and looked at Li Chenan.

Beautiful and charming.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay... Kill them!"

Ning Chuchu turned around, raised her hand, and landed, and the arrows in the hand of the Detachment of Women flew out like rain.

Cang Nantian and others knew that the situation was hopeless.

The moment Yanjidao arrived, they had already developed the desire to retreat.

But no one of them dared to fly out first, because that would inevitably trigger the murderous intent of the Grandmaster.

This group of women in red clothes came in, but instead gave them the best chance.

The moment the arrow feathers were shot out, Cang Nantian and others had already risen up, waving their weapons in their hands to block the arrow feathers, and disappeared into the wind and snow with a flash.

Run faster than a rabbit.

Yan Jidao did not chase after him.

Because he can no longer chase.

The remaining poison in his body has not been eliminated yet.

The shot of Princess Liyang has exhausted all his remaining internal energy.

But he still stood like a gun.

As long as he stands, those people dare not move!

Now Ning Chuchu and the others are finally here.

Yan Jidao's face turned whiter than snow in an instant.

He sat cross-legged in the snow.

For a moment, there was a fog on his body.

After another moment, he was wrapped in the white mist.

It's like a huge cocoon.

...

...

Zhou Dashanren's body was hung on a bamboo pole by Ning Chuchu, and erected on the top of a three-story pavilion.

The red birthday robe was very conspicuous even in the heavy snow.

From a distance, it looks like a plum blossom blooming on the top of the pavilion.

But that plum blossom is not beautiful.

It makes those in the world feel chill.

In an instant.

Thousands of people and beasts in the world who came to celebrate the birthday of Zhou Dasheng.

Run away cleanly.

The lively Zhouyuan became quiet after just half an incense stick.

Inner courtyard.

Yin Ruming knelt nervously next to the coffin.

She had closed her eyes.

She didn't cry anymore.

She was praying.

Pray to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens that the mute boy could save her son's life.

Amu and Wang Zhenghaoxuan were still standing by Li Chenan.

But Xiao Baozi picked up the lover's sword and squatted beside the girl named Xiaoqin.

"This is the sword made by your father."

Xiao Baozi handed the sword over, but Xiao Qin did not answer.

She raised her head, and the pear blossoms were raining.

She was born beautifully, just like the pear blossoms blooming in March.

"I don't have a lover, and I won't be anyone's lover. I don't need this sword... Thank you!"

Xiao Baozi was stunned, "You... do you hate your father?"

Xiaoqin was silent for a moment and wiped the tears from her face, "I don't have the appearance of him or my mother in my memory. I have heard of some things about him, but I can't say it's cruel, but I just feel very strange."

"That's right. Let it go over what was gone. You're still young..."

Xiao Baozi looked at Xiaoqin's lower body and did not ask her why she lost her legs.

"Since your revenge has been avenged, you will live a life in the future."

Xiaoqin's eyes that were already crying red suddenly became empty and confused.

She stared at Xiao Baozi in a daze, but her eyes were not focused on Xiao Baozi's face.

Fifteen years have passed!

During these years, the only purpose of her and her brother Xiaojian living is to take revenge!

In the yellow sand of the desert, my brother practiced his sword, whether it was hot or cold.

I practiced the gun myself, and for the sake of that gentle shot, I don’t know how many guns I practiced.

The belief in killing Zhou Mingfang supported them through that long, boring and lonely time.

What they originally thought was that they would definitely not survive after killing Zhou Mingfang.

If you can kill a few more enemies and pull a few more people to take the blame, it will be worth it.

They never thought about being able to live.
To be continued...