Ling Zhaoyan did not see any panic on Zhou Fei's face.
She was a little puzzled.
The situation has already become like this, why is Zhou Fei still looking like this
Does he still have a back hand
In other words, he has completely abandoned himself, and the lightness on his face is just covering up the tiredness in his heart.
Death may also be a relief for him.
It is very easy for people to develop a small theater in the brain at a critical moment. Ling Zhaoyan was not so sentimental at first, but in the long escape process, her originally cold heart was melted by Zhou Fei.
She actually didn't want to die.
She wanted to just keep walking with Zhou Fei, to the end of the world, to the wasteland.
But the facts are often difficult to fulfill people's wishes. As the daughter of the devil, Ling Zhaoyan knows that even if she is alive, it is a luxury.
Therefore, she now cherishes the time she spends with Zhou Fei.
Suddenly, Zhou Fei felt that Ling Zhaoyan's strength in embracing him increased a little, and then lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter? Are you afraid?"
Ling Zhaoyan shook her head and looked at Zhou Fei with gentle eyes: "It's sweet to be a ghost if you can die with you."
Zhou Fei smiled: "This doesn't look like your style. My Zhaoyan is not very good at saying such soft and waxy words."
Ling Zhaoyan said, "Do you like it?"
Zhou Fei said: "There is no man who doesn't like it, but I prefer the real you."
Ling Zhaoyan looked at the endless rain of arrows in the sky, and said: "I'm afraid that if I don't say it, I won't have a chance. I always let you see me who is indifferent, and worry that you will find me according to that kind of template in your next life. I want you to know that I can actually be very soft."
Zhou Fei rubbed her head and said, "We may not die."
"The means that can be used to save lives have been exhausted." Ling Zhaoyan said: "You don't need to comfort me."
Zhou Fei said: "Although the means of life-saving are exhausted, the life-saving person has not yet come."
Ling Zhaoyan: "Someone will come to save us?"
Zhou Fei said: "Actually, I'm not sure, I'm just betting on those people who will come."
"Those people..." Ling Zhaoyan became more confused as he listened. According to Zhou Fei's description, there were quite a few people who came.
Of course, he would directly address the other brothers and brothers.
So who will come to save them
Could it be Datang's army
Impossible, if it were really Datang's army, there would be no need for them to leave Dawei City.
If Tang Jun didn't come to chase them down, it was the result of the Datang Emperor's extra benevolence.
Ling Zhaoyan couldn't understand, but Zhou Fei didn't mean to explain in detail, after all, he was not sure.
Maybe everything is just Zhou Fei's wishful thinking.
…
Yong Yan frowned slightly looking at the two people hiding under the chessboard like chickens.
That chessboard is a bit powerful, and it has blocked four arrow rain attacks so far.
Arrow rain is not endless, and using so many arrows is the limit that Yong Yan can do. After all, it was only killing two people, even if one of them was the daughter of the Demon King.
So the next arrow rain attack will come to an end.
Yong Yan took out a mask and put it on. He has recently been crazy infatuated with this feeling of killing people with a mask. Perhaps because of wearing a mask, his hideousness and ambition will be hidden together. No one can see him. The craziness in his eyes, no one could see the corners of his mouth that rose crazily.
Only indifference and cold-blooded.
This is the result that Yong Yan wants.
He will not stay on the grassland all his life.
Sooner or later, he will return to Wei State and regain his own glory.
And this day is not too late.
The premise is to solve Zhou Fei.
"The arrow rain stopped and the second round of attacks started." Following Yong Yan's order, an elite cavalry regiment launched a charge.
In addition, the wizards in the southwest have also begun to cast spells.
Wizard, a special practice profession on the grassland, the strongest of which is Dawuzhu. The strength is basically equal to the high priests in the halls of the temple.
The methods of wizards are very dark, very similar to the magic sect. In those days, Yon Mendi founded the magic sect after seeing the practice methods of the wizards. It can be said that the wizard is the predecessor of the magic sect.
However, due to their scarcity, the wizards have never been encircled in the true sense. The temple’s several blows to the demon cult have all staggered the wizards, resulting in many wizards still active on the grassland. Because of their strength, they are the major ministries
Lost the sweet steamed buns competing for.
As the former overlord of the grassland, King Jin Zuo is also the great Khan who has the best chance to unify the grassland. In order to cooperate with Yong Yan's encirclement and suppression of Zhou Fei this time, King Jin Zuo was also quite generous and granted Yong Yan a team of six wizards.
The combined combat power of these six men is no less than a thousand-man cavalry regiment.
The only prerequisite is to give them enough "casting" time.
The wizard's shake before casting is too long, and it is very easy to be interrupted.
In the previous rounds of arrow rain, in fact, part of the reason was for the wizard to delay time.
Now, the time is almost up.
As the long and complicated singing stage ended, the wizards raised their arms in unison, black beams of light shot out from their palms, forming a huge black curtain in the sky.
There was a strong breath of death from the curtain, and the resentment almost turned into substance and appeared on the curtain, and the clear human faces could even be seen on it.
The pain that made the scalp numb came from Zhou Fei's scalp numbness.
Ling Zhaoyan's condition was already very poor, but now she was pale and short of breath, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
Zhou Fei hugged her tightly.
Yong Yan saw all this in his eyes, and didn't know why, but there was still a little worry in his heart.
"So you really are my demon." Yong Yan looked at Zhou Fei's face and said slowly.
Although he didn't want to admit it, the facts were right before his eyes. Yong Yan cared too much about Zhou Fei's life and death.
This person is a thorn in his heart.
It is not only spurring him to make him stronger, but also making him tortured all the time.
Yong Yan, who had just escaped from Zhiyue Temple, found Zhou Fei and wanted to kill him, but was almost killed by Zhou Fei.
Now, the opportunity to kill Zhou Fei with his own hands once again lay in front of him.
Yong Yan didn't think Zhou Fei still had a chance to comeback.
Of course, no one knows what will happen if it drags on for a long time.
The best way is to let Zhou Fei leave this world forever.
"Then, let's start." Yong Yan sighed and rushed towards Zhou Fei's direction.
He wants to end Zhou Fei's life with his own hands!
He wants to see Zhou Fei's breath with his own eyes!
(End of this chapter)