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Jun Zeyu unconsciously closed her clothes.

Luo Changfeng could see that this comrade-in-law was really afraid of the cold.

The disciples of the Eight Hundred Sects in Tiandong are called geniuses in the world, and the descendants of the twelve constellations of Tiantian are particularly dazzling. The unparalleled wisdom of Jun Zeyu is born into a lotus appearance. There are no different generations of talent, wisdom, demeanor, or talent and cultivation.

Excellent.

He was once the young master Shi Wushuang.

He has admired countless handsome men.

He was once commented on by Tianji Pavilion for exception.

He is good at calculations on earth.

Because he can do his best.

But now Luo Changfeng seems to have only his reputation left in his past.

Luo Changfeng suddenly laughed and said, "Is it because I did too much trouble?"

The camp was covered with soft blankets. I don’t know if it was the treatment of all nobles from the Qizhou Provinces or the exclusive enjoyment of this military advisor who feared the cold.

Sitting on the ground beside the fire of Luo Changfeng.

He did not take off his silver fox face.

Many young people in the Qizhou area were once students of the academy. The appearance of the uncle of the Chuanzi Jung Sect is not ruled out in the military camp.

Luo Changfeng doesn't want to cause more trouble.

The commander in front of the tent led the soldiers and soldiers to bring lunch. Except for the rabbit meat that keeps warm, they all had some ordinary dishes. The commander moved the fire a little, brought the food table, and then placed it silently.

Leave.

Jun Zeyu personally cooked wine: "If it was the Taolin incident, I would not defend myself."

Luo Changfeng said: "You have your position, and I am not a person who can distinguish right from wrong. But the academy was eventually buried in Tiandong's hands. I buried my senior brother and master with my own hands. This is a fact."

Jun Zeyu silently said: "I can't even say anything even if I want to intervene in the battle between the big guys."

"So the academy was destroyed, do you want to say it has nothing to do with Tiandong?"

"At least, it has nothing to do with me!"

Luo Changfeng got to the point: "What about this time?"

Take out the ear cup from the boiling water rolling in the small furnace with four-legged empty stomachs, and Jun Zeyu's hand paused: "King Luo Bing violated the military order and intercepted his own people halfway. Even if he is an invincible and victorious general, how can he stay?

?”

"I am the one who kills Bodhisattva Huanxi."

Jun Zeyu placed the cup in front of Luo Changfeng. He didn't want to make it boring to drink with Luo Changfeng, so he took a sip of warming his stomach: "So you are here."

Luo Changfeng remained unmoved from beginning to end: "You feel surprised?"

"I really didn't expect that the Seven Kingdoms Allied Forces are more than one million, and not many people know our military advisor."

"Is it because I am afraid of death?"

Moon Phase Period is now the daughter of the Lord of Tianji Pavilion. It is not difficult for him to know the identity of the mysterious military advisor of the Seven Kingdoms Allied Forces.

Jun Zeyu smiled bitterly: "I am indeed afraid of death! I am afraid of death as light as a feather."

Luo Changfeng stared at the warm wine in the cup, squinted his eyes, and released a little murderous aura around him: "You claim to be calculating all your hearts, do you know what I did?"

"I won't be here to kill me."

"Maybe, I'm here to kill you?"

The snowflakes falling outside the camp tent stopped for a moment and no one noticed it. I don’t know if it was the murderous aura from Luo Changfeng or the master hidden in the military camp.

At that moment, Jun Zeyu felt the murderous intent, the real murderous intent.

He suddenly laughed and said, "You can't. If you kill me, the charge of King Luo Bing's crime cannot be cleaned. Military orders are like mountains. You can move away from the mountain by erasing the person who ordered it."

"There are many reasons to kill you, and it may not be for this."

"Indeed, there are many reasons to kill me. But one reason to kill me is enough."

A sword appeared in Luo Changfeng's hand, an ancient famous sword in the Huanhua Snowing Sword Picture.

He put the famous sword without scabbards on the table: "Have you found this reason?"

Jun Zeyu glanced at the sword and laughed and said, "I'm helping you."

Luo Changfeng didn't say anything, just looked at Jun Zeyu.

The latter explained: "With your current spiritual level, even if you have many methods, you can rank second in the sky, but if you want to seek revenge from Yan Bailou, it is still a fantasy. It is said that a gentleman will not take revenge for ten years.

Late, but have you seen a gentleman who took revenge and really waited for ten years?"

"I can help you get revenge."

Luo Changfeng raised his eyes.

Obviously, it was unexpected that Jun Zeyu's words were not expected.

Jun Zeyu continued calmly: "You can treat this as a deal. You can help me break Jiangdu. Next spring, I can let you kill Yan Bailou with your own hands."

Luo Changfeng laughed sarcastically: "Change the Venerable who has the cultivation level of the Tribulation Realm into a useless person and then bring it to me?"

He needs revenge.

But he would never kill the emperor of Yan, who had become a deposed man.

Jun Zeyu shook her head: "No, it's a fair showdown."

Luo Changfeng's hand trembled slightly, and he didn't want Jun Zeyu to see it, so he clenched his fists.

Revenge, these two words echoed in his mind for five years.

In five years, he was gradually shortening the gap with Yan Bailou. He once used a knife to kill people in the academy and killed the Bailou God General.

But Yan Bailou, who believed in slander and allowed Qin Yi to commit crimes, always lived a good life.

On the night of snowy night, Master Wuxiang Dao Sect only seriously injured him. Because of the price paid by attacking the emperor who had the fortune of the Dayan Empire, Wuxiang Dao Sect could not afford it at that time.

Luo Changfeng seemed to see the day when the Luo family in Luohe County was destroyed again, and he knelt in the heavy rain.

His eyes were bloody.

He thought of Xueer again.

No one knows how much he struggles when he really mentions this.

In his body is Xueer's heart.

He breathes and survives with this heart.

Now he wants to use this heart to give his life to kill Xueer's father, the one who gives Xueer's life and heart.

This is really a ridiculous!

For Luo Changfeng, living is a kind of ridicule!

His blood feud must be avenged! Even if he does not hesitate to fall into the devil's way...

Luo Changfeng admitted that he was persuaded by Jun Zeyu.

He will break through Jiangdu and then kill Yan Bailou with his hand.

Luo Changfeng stood up holding the sword.

He finally picked up the already cold cup and said to Jun Zeyu: "It's the last cup."

After saying that, I drank it all.

Luo Changfeng let go of his hand and let the empty cup fall.

There was a flash of sword light in the tent.

The cut robe floated before the two of them.

Luo Changfeng turned around and left.

The robe burns in the fire.

Jun Zeyu sighed.

Then I drank the wine in my glass...

...

In the heavy snow, someone stood quietly at the foot of the mountain.

It was a graceful figure.

The woman was dressed in black and held a sharp short blade in her hand.

She is Ali.

Ali was waiting quietly at the foot of the Hongye Mountain.

The white snow has covered three thousand black hairs and its feet have been buried in the deep snow.

She didn't move.

She wanted to meet the scholar in the bell tower of Nanshan.

Eighteen monks holding arhat sticks under the seat of Zen Master Hongye in Kesi stopped her at the foot of the mountain.

She didn't know if this kind of situation was what the scholar meant.

She only knew that she could not break into the Arhat Formation.

Under the Red Leaf Mountain, black clothes and white snow were waiting silently until dusk, and then turned around sadly...