Plum blossoms hit three times and hit four times

Zhao Buxi didn't want to care about the things in the city. After many victims came, the place became lively and crowded, and many things became restricted.

At night, Xie Chenjian and him were hunting deer in the back mountain. The deer screamed and screamed. Zhao Buxiu wiped the blood off his face and suddenly felt something was wrong.He looked to one side, and could see a group of birds flying out from the forest, the crescent moon was on the top of the mountain, and the wind was filled with the smell of rust, which was the smell of dead people.

Zhou Xiang stood in the valley, covered in blood, raised his head to look at the people on the mountain peak.

The living dead were all attracted here by him. Holding a sword in his hand, he shouted to Zhao Zhifeng who was standing on the top of the hill: "Throw down the oil barrel."

Lin Qiyu blocked Zhao Zhifeng's movements with his hand, he growled lowly: "The following is Your Highness."

Zhao Zhifeng looked at Lin Qiyu expressionlessly, and pushed him away, "The country is gone, so what are you talking about Your Highness?"

As soon as he gave an order, those soldiers pushed the oil barrel down. The thin wooden barrel hit the sharp gravel, fell to the ground and broke into pieces, the oil spread, and the traces of the living dead stopped here. At that time, Zhou Xiang took out the fire booklet.

He quickly flung it away, and a beam of flames also bloomed in the air, the oil was ignited, and the sparks were overwhelmingly burning.The dead body was set on fire, but the group of painless monsters didn't stop at all, and continued to run towards Zhou Xiang.

Zhou Xiang looked at the sea of ​​fire rushing towards him in front of him, he untied the flagon from his waist, and took a sip of strong wine.

Just like what Zhao Zhifeng said, his country is gone, so what is he going to do as a prince.

Dead, one hundred and one hundred.

Standing on the top of the hill, he could see the tongue of flames engulfing Zhou Xiang, Lin Qiyu yelled His Highness, and knelt down on the ground.

Zhao Zhifeng originally hated Zhou Xiang, but in this situation, he couldn't hate him anymore.

He went down from the other side, his flat eyebrows trembling slightly, he looked at Zhao Buxi who was in a hurry, and called out, "Xiao Pan."

Zhao Buxi glanced at the raging fire in the valley, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What's going on?"

"His Royal Highness is willing to act as bait to lure the living dead into the valley and let us set fire to it." Lin Qiyu whispered: "He is also inside."

"He's also inside." Zhao Buxiu repeated this sentence, and the next moment, he jumped into the flames.

Zhao Buxi's hair fluttered across the swordsman's cheeks. He raised his head to look at Zhao Buxi who jumped down, and remembered the moment when Zhao Buxi jumped off the city wall that day.

Zhao Zhifeng yelled, but he could only see the tumbling flames, he suddenly reacted, grabbed Xie Chenjian by the collar, and asked: "You knew he was going to jump, why, why didn't you stop him. "

"He said that he wanted to save Zhou Xiang." Xie Chenjian pulled his hand away, with a very indifferent expression on his face, probably indifferent to life and death, he said to Zhao Zhifeng: "My heart and Zhao Buxiu are connected together. Yes, what he thinks is what I think."

"How can you allow him to have someone else in his heart?"

"I only know that he has me in his heart." Xie Chenjian's pupils seemed to be burning with flames, and he said to Zhao Zhifeng: "Don't worry, they will be fine."

Zhou Xiang thought that he was at the end of the road, but when he woke up, he found that he was still alive.

He opened his eyes, moved his body slightly, and the severe pain spread. He was startled, and suddenly reacted, waved his hand in front of his eyes, and couldn't see anything.

The arm was grabbed, Zhou Zhuang felt himself being pulled up, and then there was a sudden pain in the back of the neck, and something was lost from the body.

He was startled, and when he was about to struggle, he heard a familiar nasal voice.

Zhao Buxi leaned on his shoulder, his lips pressed against the skin, bit his teeth down, and sucked Zhou Xiang's blood.

"Zhao Pan." Zhou Xiang remained motionless.Zhao Buxuan didn't drink much, he was just too hungry.His condition was no better than Zhou Xiang's, he just leaned on him like this, took two mouthfuls, and then let go of his mouth.

Zhou Xiang restrained her breathing, and asked cautiously, "Where are we?"

"The bottom of the valley." Zhao Buxi took a breath and said, "I took you down the valley."

Zhou Xiang pursed his lips, he felt that Zhao Buxiu was slowly leaving, and his whole heart seemed to be taken away from his body.He reached out to touch it helplessly, and when he touched the ice, he whispered, "Zhao Pan, I can't see."

Zhao Buxiu looked at him, His Royal Highness's long hair was scorched, his legs were covered with wounds, his robes were torn, his body was covered in blood, and his eyes were blind.He had never seen such a desolate Zhou Xiang. He thought that seeing Zhou Xiang die and seeing him in such a miserable state would make him feel happy, but the fact was the opposite, he was not happy, not at all.

There are two anxious emotions in my heart, one is unhappy seeing Zhou Xiang in such a mess, and the other is irritable because of my own unhappiness.He went to the bottom of the valley and scooped up some water with leaves, and poured it on Zhou Xiang's face. The soot on his face was wiped off little by little, but Zhou Xiang's eyes were still dazed.

Zhao Buxi touched his eye sockets lightly with his hand, and said to him: "It's probably caused by smoke and fire, I don't know if it can be cured."

Hearing this, Zhou Xiang's dull eyes became twice brighter, and he reached out to Zhao Buxiu.

Zhao Buxi remained motionless, looking at his hand in mid-air, he asked, "Why did you do that?"

Zhou Jin followed the voice and turned his head sideways.Zhao Buxi continued: "Put yourself in a dead end for the sake of the people in the city? I remember that you used to care the least about those people's lives."

Zhou Xiang lowered her head, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but suddenly coughed.His body curled up, coughing for a long time, his paper-white face was stained red, and that face, which was usually gorgeous and beautiful, became fragile.

Zhao Buxiu frowned, feeling that something was wrong, he walked over, pulled off Zhou Xiang's clothes, and saw blood stains on his back, his entire back was burned to death by the fire.

"Don't you feel pain? Why don't you say it?"

Zhou Xiang shook his head and kept coughing, tears flowed from his blind eyes, his face turned to Zhao Buxi, and his voice was weak, he said: "Zhao Pan, I was wrong, can you hug me ?"

Zhao Buxi heard him say: "After my mother died, no one has hugged me. Now I am going to die, can you give me a hug?"

Zhao Buxiu felt relieved, he leaned over and gently hugged him, "You won't die."

"I will."

Zhao Buxi showed a helpless smile, "It's just a burn, I won't let you die, and besides, how can a dying person talk so much about you."

Zhou Xiang was held in his arms, coughing tremblingly, unable to speak a word after a while.

His breathing became weaker and weaker, until finally, he grabbed Zhao Buxiu's hand and said to him, "I miss you so much."