Shen Fengyue looked at the man's back. The white clothes were already stained with blood, red and white, looking extremely dirty.
Although Zhang Han didn't talk about it in his life, Shen Fengyue could see it.
Zhang Hansheng has a slight habit of cleanliness. Whenever there is a little stain on the white clothes, he is reluctant to open his mouth to say, but his brows will still be slightly wrinkled. Use this slight gesture to express your inner unhappiness.
Today, he was covered in blood, but he did not frown.
Monster hunters all over the world are besieging them, but Zhang Hansheng is always standing in front of him, as if he is showing his determination to the world with practical actions
- He wants to be the enemy of the whole world, for his Shen Fengyue.
But today, I'm afraid it won't be good anymore. Shen Fengyue closed her eyes fiercely. Needless to say, she knew that under the siege of so many people, he and Zhang Hansheng were destined to be unable to get out.
Master pushed aside the crowd, walked to the front, and had a face-to-face with Zhang Hansheng. He looked at him and scolded the disobedient, and then sternly questioned him: "Evil Disciple, you are afraid that you have been fascinated by that evildoer! Are you worthy of your Dao for doing this?! Can you be worthy of your cultivation as a teacher? Is it worthy of the expectations of Zhaotianmen for you?! Is it worthy of the admiration of your younger brothers and sisters?! Where did your enlightenment over the years go!"
He asked several rhetorical questions in a row, unable to answer Zhang Hansheng's question, he murmured: "Master..."
Master covered his face and didn't want to look at him: "You are so retrograde, why are you calling me master now? I don't deserve to be your master!"
The sword in Zhang Hansheng's hand slid to the ground, and the sword body hit the ground, making a clear sound. Then he knelt on the ground with a plop, everyone thought he was going to admit his mistake, even Shen Fengyue thought so.
He kept his eyes open to watch the man's back. He thought that no matter what Zhang Hansheng did, he would respect his actions and have no complaints.
Unexpectedly, what Zhang Hansheng did next fell below everyone's glasses.
"Unworthy disciple Zhang Hansheng has failed Master's years of painstaking cultivation." He wiped the blood on his face, kneeled respectfully and kowtowed three heads to his Master, and said, "I'm sorry to the ancestors of Zhaotianmen, I'm sorry The admiration and respect of the brothers and sisters.”
Kneeling three times and bowing three times, is to break all the affection between Zhaotianmen and Zhaotianmen for many years.
His master's heart was full of heartache, and he understood what his apprentice meant. He used this respectful three-kneeling three-bow to complete the relationship he once had, and cut off his love with him. He was going to be on the side of that monster completely.
Zhang Hansheng got up with difficulty, picked up the sword in his hand, clenched it tightly, and said loudly to everyone:
"But Zhang Hansheng has never abandoned his own way!"
He confessed his mistakes to the master, to the ancestors of Zhaotianmen, and to his younger brothers and sisters, but he did not admit his mistakes to his own way.
Just because: "My Tao tells me to protect him thoroughly!"
"He has always been my way, and Shen Fengyue is the way Zhang Hansheng wants to pursue and protect!" Every word, every word, every sentence was spoken loudly.
He wants to protect his Tao, and he wants to protect Shen Fengyue until his death.
Shen Fengyue opened her eyes wide, her heart skipped half a beat, and for a moment he almost felt like crying.
It turned out that Zhang Hansheng looked at him this way. He is right... Shen Fengyue looked at the firm back.
The master turned his face away and couldn't bear to look at it, and gave the last order: "Kill."
This word is difficult to say, the tone is obviously very light, but the weight is extremely heavy. The master said the word in a hoarse voice almost in a breath, and everyone thought that they had heard it wrong, and after reacting, they rushed forward with weapons.
Zhang Han stood by Shen Fengyue's side for life and death, staying close to each other, resisting all attacks with his sword.
However, they still failed.
The weather, the location, the people, and none of them have been occupied.
Thousands of flying swords flew towards Zhang Hansheng, who was in the middle. He successfully broke through the barrier of freezing cold air, and inserted all of them into his body.
Zhang Hansheng fixed the sword on the ground, holding the sword in his hand, covered in blood, but he refused to fall down. He used his last strength to block his body above him with the sword he was leaning on, so that he would not be hurt at all.
"Zhang Hansheng..." Shen Fengyue felt that his body had been detached, and sadness swept over like a torrent, swept away everything in his body, leaving his body empty and firm. Tears kept flowing, but he didn't know anything.
A sense of powerlessness surrounded him and Zhang Hansheng, and in a trance, Shen Fengyue seemed to think that such a scene had happened many times. The feeling of being overwhelmed by sadness is so familiar that he doesn't even know how to react now.
"Shen grass."
The eyelids were a little heavy, and Shen Fengyue was drowsy. He tried to open his eyes wide and listened to what Zhang Hansheng had to say at the end. He didn't dare to relax his vigilance, for fear that he would log out of the world as soon as he relaxed. At that time, he would not even be able to see Zhang Hansheng's last face.
"Crap..." Zhang Hansheng's tone was gentle and tender, which was the only tenderness in his life, and broke out at the last moment, "I'm afraid I can't protect you."
Shen Fengyue tried her best to show a smile: "It's okay."
Looking at him smiling, Zhang Hansheng couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips, and a perfect smile remained on his lips forever, dedicated to the person he loved the most in his life.
"… sorry… "
This man will protect him until his death.
Shen Fengyue cried bitterly, he shook his hand and touched Zhang Hansheng's face, there was only a piece of ice on it, not even a bit of temperature left.
The whole green mountain is snowing, but it is obviously the summer season, but it snows. Snowflake took away Zhang Hansheng's body temperature and his life.
Shen Fengyue opened her eyes and looked up. A few snowflakes floated into Zhang Hansheng's body and fell on his hair, body, and eyelashes.
After a while, Zhang Hansheng was covered with white snowflakes, and so was he, and the snow fell all over his head, as if they had grown old together.
Snowflakes fell into his eyes, with a hint of refreshing coolness.
It's snowing...
Shen Fengyue's consciousness was erratic, and she heard the prompt sound of the completion of the task:
[Ding Dong, the bug has been cleared, and it is leaving the world.]
This mechanical icy prompt sound symbolizes the end of the mission. It is also like paying homage to this love, this love that was buried in the snow and buried in snowflakes, which crossed races and genders.
Fu Zhengguang heard the news of their deaths, and heard that the Master Zhaotianmen had ordered that no one dared to collect the bodies for them, so he went to the Green Mountain to collect the bodies for them.
After Zhang Han died, the snow stopped. Under the scorching sun, the snow on the green mountains turned into water and penetrated into the soil to nourish everything.
There he saw a corpse, a corpse pierced by thousands of arrows. The corpse lowered his eyes, as if he was looking at something tenderly, with a smile on his lips.
Fu Zhengguang looked seriously and found a plant lying under the corpse, with two green leaves and a red flower in the middle. Because of the snow, the petals are bright and red like blood.
It turned out that he was looking at this plant and smiling softly at him.
This picture has been engraved forever, hidden in this green mountain after the heavy snow.
Later, whenever Fu Zhengguang heard what his friends said about the beautiful love, he would sneer and say to them: "What are you, I'll tell you a story, a love that transcends race and gender... Once upon a time Ah, I met two friends..."