Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

Chapter 1532 Surrender to the enemy

"I can't believe you're not that old, but you have a keen eye." Elder Yun relaxed his brows and said with a smile, "No wonder you chose my girl and kept her in our clinic."

"Qinghan is kindhearted. She took my sister and me in out of kindness." Fang Zilan smiled and said, "I can only say that Qinghan has good taste."

Elder Yun shook his head, and the smile on his face faded a little. "If my girl really had good taste, she wouldn't be attracted to Wang Shen."

"Qinghan likes Young Master Shen?" Fang Zilan suppressed a smile and recalled the situation at Wang's house that day. Then she suddenly remembered Wang Shen's words that she had always ignored, "Miss Yun thinks I treat you differently. She thinks I treat you differently." Intentionally".

Thinking about it carefully, the words between the two people that day were indeed somewhat intriguing, and they seemed to have a close relationship.

Seeing her thoughtful look, Mr. Yun couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that you have noticed it too."

"Yes." Fang Zilan nodded, "But since Master Shen is a capable person, there is nothing wrong with Qinghan taking a liking to him."

"So you juniors are just too young and have never suffered any losses." Old Yun Youyou said: "No matter what the right match is, let's talk about how the simple girl of my family can fight against Wang Shen, who is both thoughtful and thoughtful. A capable young master. How can a child who grew up in a wealthy family be the kind of person he is?"

Fang Zilan asked subconsciously: "Yun is always worried that Qinghan will be cheated?"

"There are some things that can be explained clearly with more than just two words: being deceived?" Mr. Yun looked at the person in front of him steadily, and suddenly changed his voice, "My girl, I have never asked you about your origins, right?"

Fang Zilan pursed her lips slightly and did not deny it. She could more or less guess what Mr. Yun was going to say next.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence." Mr. Yun coughed lightly, "If my guess is correct, you come from a distinguished family background, which is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people like us. To put it bluntly, I’m afraid he’s a bit taller than that guy Wang Shen, am I right?”

After asking, he didn't wait for Fang Zilan's reaction, and continued on his own, "It doesn't matter, I'm not saying this to ask you to admit anything, let alone to use it as a threat to know your identity. If you don't want to say it, you have your own reasons. I don’t force it.”

Fang Zilan patted Mr. Yun on the back, and while helping him calm down, he asked tentatively: "Aren't you afraid that I am planning something evil?"

"Afraid?" Mr. Yun laughed out loud, "If someone like you wants to harm everyone in our medical clinic, how can I still survive at this time?"

Seeing her silence, Mr. Yun continued: "What's more, you saved my life. No matter why you came, at least you have good intentions and will never do anything evil."

"You believe me so much?" Fang Zilan suppressed a smile, and Mr. Yun's expression became a little more serious. "Although I am a common man, I have experienced some human affairs. Now that I am half buried in the ground, I can understand a certain truth. Identity The higher the status of people, the less willing they are to hide their goals, because they have the confidence that they can always achieve their goals even if things go wrong. "

Fang Zilan stood upright holding the broken sword in her hand. Her breath swept past Wei Mao's ears, and her almost contemptuous voice reached his ears, "That depends on whether they have the ability to do so."

After she said that, she bumped into Wei Mao hard, causing him to crash into the nearest weapon. The owner of the weapon subconsciously withdrew his attack, and he pretended to be stabbed and rolled behind the stage.

Zhuge Yu saw Wei Mao step down from the stage and walked towards him hurriedly, "What is the current situation?"

"Not good." These two simple words made Zhuge Yu feel his heart sink. He didn't care about anything else and immediately found Li Qiyou.

Although it was winter, Li Qiyou's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his fingers clenched into fists, and his whole body was tense like a bow with a full string. "Your Highness..." Zhuge Yu opened his mouth and before he could say anything, he heard the clanging of swords.

Amid the clashing of sharp swords, Fang Zilan's crown fell to the ground, and her ink-black long hair fell down in all directions without being restrained.

The fiery red robe was torn apart, and along with the long hair, the cold wind carried them into the air, the red and black intertwined, enchanting and sad.

Fang Zilan held the broken sword in her hand and retreated to the edge of the stage under the coercion of the crowd. If she wasn't careful, she would fall down. She raised her head and looked up at the tower. Civil and military officials surrounded Li Shengxuan, and everyone was watching the show.

Amid the mighty noise, her sight was fixed on Li Shengxuan. He was too far away for her to see clearly, only a blurry figure, but for some reason she felt a little more at ease.

"Demon, die quickly!"

The person closest to Fang Zilan suddenly shouted and pointed the sword straight at her face.

She dodged it nimbly, and with her slender feet lightly tapped, half of her body was hanging outside the platform, like a shaky kite.

Soon the next round of attack came unexpectedly. She turned around and her robe sleeve was cut by the sharp blade, and the bright red cloth strips fluttered in the wind.

Fang Zilan is now in a dilemma. If she jumps off the platform, although nothing will happen, the evil spirit will still be alive if she falls off the platform. It will be said that there must be something wrong with the community opera, and she will be accused of disrupting the destiny of Dajing.

But if she fought them with real weapons, although she would not lose, she would not end up well. If she was seriously injured, Ah Wan would inevitably blame her. Caught between the two, this year would not be easy.

After thinking it over, she found no way to have the best of both worlds, so Fang Zilan made up her mind and unexpectedly reached out and grabbed the wrist of the person in front of her on the left. She exerted force so hard that he let go of her hand in pain, and she took the opportunity to snatch his sword.

The man obviously didn't expect her to do this, and her movements were too fast, so he was caught off guard and couldn't resist at all. He was stunned and was pushed away by her palm. He retreated due to inertia and took down several people behind him.

The person standing on Fang Zilan's right saw her snatch the weapon, and realizing that the situation was not right, he hurriedly took a few steps forward and a flurry of swords came at him.

Amidst the flashing swords and sabers, she tore open her outer robe to use the force of the opponent to counter the opponent, and used the dazzling red to confuse everyone's sight. When everyone reacted, they saw red rags fluttering down from the sky, like a bloody flower rain.

Everyone's eyes followed the rain of flowers to the stage, and saw the red-clothed demon lying lifeless on the ground. She had red clothes, black hair and skin as white as snow, as if she had fallen asleep. The brightly colored strips of cloth fell on her body, which was indescribably strange and sad.

In an instant, the people watching on Suzaku Street fell silent, and everyone was so shocked by the scene that they were speechless.

At a moment when time seemed to stand still, Li Shengxuan stood on the city wall, all his attention was occupied by her, and there was no room for anything else in his eyes and mind.

But while he was amazed, he suddenly remembered, I wonder if her fever has recovered? It's cold in winter and she can't lie on the ground for too long.

(End of this chapter)