Xin Yue glanced at it, but before he made a move, a man opposite him opened his eyes in horror and looked at the delicate and fragile girl in front of him in disbelief. He seemed to be still shocked by her as strong as a cheetah. Xin Yue

There was no trace of fluctuation in his expression, his face was as dark as water, he flicked his wrist, and the sharp sword suddenly appeared in his hand. He raised his wrist with unparalleled force and flew out quickly with a swipe. The fierce sword suddenly seemed to have eyes.

He struck the nearest person in the heart with a sudden burst, and with a pop, he was instantly killed.

When a man came to kill, Xin Yue narrowed his eyes and immediately pounced on him like a swift and fierce lion. He hooked his arms, elbows and knees. A dazzling white light flashed in the air, and Xin Yue flew out as if he were flying.

With the knife, a huge gash opened in the man's throat. His strong body fell to the ground with a thud, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky.

His posture was neat and flowing, and he was as decisive as a cherry blossom. Soon, all the ten men who came to attack were dead, and the smell of blood was in the air so thick that it could not be eliminated.

There were corpses lying on the ground, both human and animal. Xin Yue, who had been fighting for a long time, was like a spring that had been stretched too long. She was so tired that she sat on the ground all of a sudden, with big drops of sweat running along her small chin.

Falling down, soaking the land where blood and snow meet.

Her face was pale and almost colorless, but she knew that now was not the time to fall down. Even though she really didn't want to stand up or exert her strength, after a short rest of three seconds, she still inserted the sword into her body.

On the ground, he stood up firmly and quickly.

She staggered two steps and gritted her teeth to stand firm. The originally injured right foot was now exuding burning pain, as if it had been burned by fire.

She walked tremblingly in front of Yan Zhan, squatted down, and called slightly anxiously: "Are you okay?"

Yan Zhan didn't say a word or opened his eyes. Perhaps he had experienced life and death with him. Xin Yue found in him the feeling of a comrade who shared weal and woe, as if she and her teammates landed at the Far East port a long time ago.

Wandering in the jungle in tacit understanding, fighting north and south in the hail of bullets, on the verge of life and death time and again, working together again and again, the friendship of sharing weal and woe is condensed in the wind and rain.

Sometimes she is actually very easy to be satisfied and let go. She doesn't know why Yan Zhan is so kind to her, why he wants to save her from danger, why he puts himself in such a dangerous situation, she only knows that in this situation

In this situation, she felt an indescribable warmth.

She's not that annoying either.

She smiled slightly, her face pale, but at this moment, Yan Zhan closed his eyes tightly.

Xin Yue's heart suddenly rose to her throat. She pushed Yan Zhan's blood-stained body and frowned: "Yan Zhan, wake up."

The soft and delicate voice seemed to blend with the light wind and spread into Yan Zhan's ears. He seemed to have smelled a touch of spring in the cold winter, so warm that the world was clear and clear.

The pain in his waist rolled over his body like a car. He frowned and opened his eyes.

The girl's face was very pale, her palm-sized face was frowning at the moment, and her dark eyes were full of worry that could no longer be concealed, and seemed to be shining slightly.

Yan Zhan was startled, and an indescribable emotion suddenly flowed in his heart. His eyes were like stars, and he said to Xin Yue with a faint smile:

"How could I fall before you?"

Xin Yue didn't know why, but she was suddenly in a good mood. She smiled slightly, like a child, with a clear smile and white teeth.

"I'll help you up."

Yan Zhan felt that Xin Yue had suddenly changed into a different person, shedding many of the thorns around her and becoming like a normal girl.

He was helped up by her and suddenly realized that she was really young, only sixteen or seventeen years old.

He was a little curious as to how she had developed such powerful skills. This obviously did not happen overnight. He was also a person who had practiced kung fu. He knew very clearly that without more than ten years of hard training, she would never have achieved this level of achievement.

.

Then she has been practicing since she was a child. But, why?

"Do you have a master? Who is your master?"

Xin Yue supported Yan Zhan and moved forward. When he heard this, he moved his lips lightly: "What master?"

"That's the master who taught you kung fu."

"I don't have a master." Xin Yue said calmly.

Sure enough, Yan Zhan didn't ask again, but two seconds later, he threw another question to her: "You must have suffered a lot to be so skilled. But why do you, a girl, have to practice so hard? Where are your parents?

Where is the rest of your family?"

The sound of gasping suddenly sounded, and Yan Zhan could feel Xin Yue's trembling shoulders. He immediately thought of something and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad."

Xin Yue remained silent and didn't speak. She just supported Yan Zhan and walked toward the exit she identified. She was limping on her feet, biting her pale lower lip with her white teeth, and her clothes were wet with tears again.

She cut off the thorns and continued walking forward.

"I'm sorry, I..." Yan Zhan heard a very light sniffing sound, frowned, and said again, "I made you feel uncomfortable."

He didn't know why he had to say so much. He was obviously injured and couldn't muster any strength. He shouldn't be wasting his energy by talking.

However, he always had a strange feeling in his heart. He knew that he and she were not from the same world. The troubles at this time might just turn into a dream in the future. After they walked out, they would go their separate ways and go their separate ways.

It is very likely that we will never meet each other again in our lifetime, and we will never support each other out of the mountains and forests like now.

That's why he thought so and asked more. He wanted to know more, a little bit about her. He didn't know what emotions he was feeling now. He was so confused by the emotions rushing inside him that he couldn't distinguish clearly.

, what kind of emotion is it based on?

It might be curiosity, it might be simple appreciation, or it might be a hint of emotion that goes beyond the bounds.

"I don't blame you."

The cool wind blew Xin Yue's black hair, her eyes were clear, she raised her head to look at Yan Zhan, and then quickly lowered her head again.

"Huh?" Yan Zhan frowned slightly, but still asked, "Then why do you look uncomfortable?"

"I'm not feeling uncomfortable." Xin Yue's voice was soft, with a coldness and thinness as if from another world, "I just don't want to talk."

Yan Zhan glanced at her depressedly. He was fine just now, but now he doesn't want to talk. Isn't this just uncomfortable?

At this moment, Xin Yue also looked towards him, as if he could not restrain his joy, slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said:

"I want to keep some things longer. I'm afraid that the feeling of joy will disappear quickly as soon as I talk about it."
Chapter completed!