Unsuccessful

Compared with Feng Yuan's eagerness, Feng Tuo who was leading the horse for a walk was obviously a bit too much.

"Huh?" Faintly heard the sound of running water in front of him, Feng Tuo tied his horse to a tree and walked towards the sound with great interest. In the early spring, the grass didn't grow too high. Feng Tuo wondered if such a mountain could have prey ?

This thought was thrown away by Fengtuo as soon as it passed by, not for anything else, just for the beautiful scenery by the lake.

The weather is warm, this place is a mountain depression, and there is a lake, which makes the plum blossoms bloom early!

The breeze blew by, wrinkling a pool of spring water, and the branches with red plum blossoms became more vigorous, showing more intense red and darker black. , Clusters of plum blossoms, like blazing flames, rush to bloom first, regardless of whether anyone appreciates it, this fierce plum blossom warms Fengtuo's heart, he thinks, if Ah Luo stands under the red plum blossoms by the lakeside in plain clothes, surely Especially exciting.The sun was just right, illuminating the surface of the lake, and also reflected the red plum blossoms blooming by the lake. For a moment, Feng Tuo couldn't tell which was real and which was fake.

Sparse shadows, horizontal slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating in moon dusk——Lin Hejing's "Small Plum in the Mountain Garden"

Feng Tuo sat by the lake and looked up at the plum blossoms in full bloom. When he had sat enough, he took out the prepared snacks from his arms and ate them slowly.Another gust of wind blew, "Huh? What kind of smell is this?"

Feng Tuo sniffed his nose a few times, and finally discerned it—the smell of blood!

Could it be that he really made a prophecy that there are assassins?Before Feng Tuo could untie the horse, the sound of fighting gradually became clearer. The sound of Jin Ming and the continuous screams of swords and swords, Feng Tuo had figured it out, no matter who was fighting there, he couldn't help him. , So... Feng Tuo found a place to hide, and there happened to be a big rock on the other side of the lake, so Feng Tuo hid himself behind the rock and leaned over to look.

First, a few people quickly entered the field of vision, but they were all from their backs. It seemed that they belonged to the same group. They were all protecting the person who retreated first. The white clothes were scratched a few times, and they were dyed red... is blood……

Feng Tuo's pupils shrank, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the surface of the stone. That person, dressed in white and crowned with black jade, was Ah Luo!

what to do?How can we save Jingluo?Without a signal, you can't call for help from Brother Huang. Feng Tuo has never hated his martial arts that can't kill people. Seeing the situation take a turn for the worse, the people protecting Jing Luo fell down one by one. In the blink of an eye, only one person was left fighting with Jing Luo. Luo's moves became slower and slower, Feng Tuo turned back and leaned on the stone, gasping for breath but didn't know what to do, it was useless to go out by himself, he couldn't help anything, and even dragged Jing Luo to his death, what should I do...

The tip of the sword skipped clusters of red plums, and they fell down like red rain. Pieces of red plums fell on Jing Luo's head and shoulders, staining his whole body. For some reason, Feng Tuo felt that his breathing was getting worse and worse. Difficult, his eyes were stained red by those glaring plum blossoms, and the scenes of getting along with Jing Luo quickly passed before Feng Tuo's eyes, and he couldn't grasp it quickly.

The killing is still going on. Although Jing Luo's body is almost at its limit, his moves are more ruthless, and his hands holding the double hooks are more stable. He can't die, and A Tuo is waiting, he can't die...

On the mountainside above the lake, a person stood alone, seeing Jing Luo who was struggling, seeing Feng Tuo whose eyes were shattered, and also seeing his heart that was suffering.

When Feng Tuo looked up, he saw the cold light reflected from the cold weapon hidden in the woods, and the person who was looking at Feng Tuo murmured, "Everything should be over."

"Hoo--" The sharp arrow pierced the wind--