Don't Ask Where People Go After Time Travel

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The big red demon in Taichung fluttered in his robes and stood alone from the world, but he was finally defeated after several attacks from the righteous.

The demon played by Zhuge Yu fell to the ground and died on the side stage, leaving the stage quietly. However, he felt something was wrong. According to the script, Pei Xiaoze should be the one who stayed with Fang Zilan at the end, but now it was Wei Mao.

Although there was no order in which to kill the demons, as long as Fang Zilan was the last to die, the official performance was strictly performed according to the rehearsal to avoid mistakes. Could it be...

A dazzling flash of silver light interrupted Zhuge Yu's thoughts. He looked closely and saw an arrow flying straight towards Fang Zilan. She barely dodged it, but his expression suddenly changed.

Such a sharp blade is not a prop, but someone dared to kill her in public.

Wei Mao, who was separated on the other side of the crowd, obviously also noticed something was wrong. He dodged and got close to Fang Zilan, only to find that the people besieging Fang Zilan had changed their weapons at some point. They were not props but real swords and guns. The cold light split the wooden sword in her hand into two pieces.

Wei Mao waved his sword to block the attack for Fang Zilan. The people around him dispersed a little when they saw him coming, and they didn't swing their weapons as vigorously.

He took the opportunity to stand back to back with Fang Zilan in the middle of the field, slightly pushed aside the mask, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "What's going on? Is someone trying to kill you?"

Although it was a question, his tone was very firm.

Fang Zilan stood upright with the broken sword in her hand. Her breath swept past his 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 were clenched into fists, and his whole body was tense like a bow with a full string.

"Your Highness..." Zhuge Yu opened his mouth but before he could say anything, he heard the clanging sounds of swords and knives.

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 lightly, with her slender feet lightly tapping, and half of her body 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 was now in a dilemma. If she jumped off the platform, she would be fine, but the evil spirit would not die. It would be said that there was something wrong with the community play, and she would be accused of disrupting the fate of the capital. But if she fought with them, although she would not lose, she would not end up well. If she was seriously injured, she would inevitably be scolded by Awan. 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 was dressed in red, had black hair and skin as white as snow, and seemed to have fallen asleep forever. 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.

"Yeah, it's obviously full of flaws, but he spoke it so grandly." A coldness flashed in Fang Zilan's eyes, and Awan tugged on her sleeve, "Who is he you are talking about? Who said this to you?"

"It's nothing, it's all over." Fang Zilan looked forward with deep eyes, "I will never believe his words again."

She didn't tell Awan that this was what Ji Ningtian once said to her.

For some reason, perhaps because the future was unclear, or perhaps because of the complicated affairs of the past few days, she always recalled the past inadvertently.

If she had compromised from the beginning and not chosen to become a sword, would the road today not be so difficult?

At this moment, she was shaken badly.

Awan didn't pay attention to her emotions, but just shook his head and said: "Fang Zilan, just admit it. You brought me with you, not to abandon me, but to ensure that I am safe and sound, right?"

"Yes." Fang Zilan nodded without hesitation, and Awan looked like she knew it. Just as she was about to say something else, she suddenly sighed softly, "This road is really difficult to walk."

Awan looked at the bumpy road in front of him and casually agreed: "It is indeed difficult to walk. But if we go further, it will be much easier to walk closer to the villages and towns."

As she spoke, she came closer to Fang Zilan, looked at her gloomy expression, and said with a smile: "You don't regret it, do you?"

"There's no point regretting it. After all, it's your choice." Awan raised the whip in her hand, "Instead of regretting, it's more important to choose an easy path again. It's more important to take the chosen path well, isn't it?"

Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment after hearing this. Awan pushed her to the side and said, "By the time you regret it, we might be able to get there."

(End of this chapter)