Bai Yunfei's sword was stained with blood.
What time is it, like the drizzle that has just fallen.
Soon it was mixed with the rain that was falling harder and harder.
He raised his head and glanced at the cloud-covered sky.
The rain was coming for no apparent reason, and he knew this.
It's just that now he doesn't have many escape options.
One and a half days, this is the limit of Feng Changqing and his arrival in this world.
Moreover, the two of them can only use one-fifth of their strength.
He then looked at the separated body on the ground.
Now, he had won the battle between him and that man.
This guy is one of the few loyal retainers of the Feng family.
So, he died.
Even to his death he was unable to draw the string of his bow.
The shapeshifter's bloodline ability did not allow him to avoid death.
He looked at the city gate that had already been opened wide, and walked towards the city with Liezan step by step.
The minced flesh under his feet was nothing more than internal organs, and every piece of land beside the city wall was soaked with blood.
The fighting on other city walls is not over yet, but it is almost over.
A sword swung across the throat of a seriously injured Tang soldier who was hiding among the corpses and was about to raise a crossbow to shoot an arrow.
The blood on the sword was wiped away by the rain.
He put it away as if he had done something trivial. dividing line Baishui woke up.
In the darkness, Zhao Qian clearly saw the girl calmly opening her eyes and getting up.
Although he couldn't see it particularly clearly because of the light, he still knew it.
His perception, which is almost three times equivalent to that of ordinary humans, makes him extraordinarily sharp.
He walked quietly step by step towards the white coffin in front of him.
Ordinary people would never use a coffin of this color for funerals.
Either red or black.
"Dong dong dong" The coffin boards were moving, and the contents inside seemed to be stimulated by the increasingly thick smell of blood in the air.
The originally motionless zombies underneath were waking up bit by bit because of the contents of the coffin.
He took two more steps forward.
He stopped.
Zhao Qian's original plan was to push the coffin down directly.
Now it seems simple.
He looked at the coffin in front of him seriously.
The bottom board of this thing was basically connected to the high platform floor he was stepping on.
This is simply a board.
After taking a few steps forward, the coffin shook even more violently.
But he had no intention of stopping.
Because it was only now that he realized where he was.
In a large hall.
"horrible."
Walking forward, the high platform under my feet now looks more like an extension of a concert stage.
The table was very large, and a wooden seat in the middle was everything on it.
No, that's not right.
Zhao Qian continued to walk forward.
He stepped over the white coffin, paying no attention to the contents in the coffin, which became increasingly noisy.
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A painting.
He saw clearly what was on the wall behind the chair, a huge picture.
The red fish in the center of the painting is even more gleaming, as if it could break out of the wall at any time.
Without stopping, he was at the edge of the chair before he knew it.
Standing under the wall, he squinted and looked at the picture carefully for a while.
Turning around, he saw the endless corpse at his feet.
All are zombies.
They all maintained the same posture, with their right hands on the sword and their left knees half-kneeling.
Eyes closed expressionlessly.
If you look carefully, you can still find some differences.
For example, some people are stationed on spear-like spears, and some people have war horses standing still next to them.
As he watched, his eyes suddenly changed and he looked in the direction he had just come from.
Quietly.
Zhao Qian looked at Bai Shui, who was walking toward him step by step but with an expressionless face.
She acted very relaxed, as if she was on an outing.
"Bang."
Sitting down on the chair in front of him, he looked like it was natural.
She looked into his eyes as if to say, aren't chairs just for sitting on?
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Because of a sword.
A light sword suddenly pointed at the tip of his nose.
"Shhh."
The index finger of the left hand holding the sword behind his back was raised in front of his mouth, which was more like a threat.
The temperature here is getting colder, and it seems like the sky outside is getting darker.
The few rays of light that were still able to penetrate became increasingly inconspicuous.
The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier. dividing line long street.
Li Siye let the stream flow between his brows, and he and his soldiers stood in the pouring rain.
Underfoot were stains of blood and corpses that could not be washed away.
He stood there, looking numbly in the direction of Cheng Po.
It's like looking into an unreachable distance
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