final conspiracy

Fire splashes.

The wind swept through the clouds, and the twinkling stars on the pitch-black sky seemed to be reflected red. From Lin Mufeng's angle, he could clearly see the entire barracks.

The enemy attacked by surprise, and traitors came out of the barracks and set fire to the barracks.

The soldiers outside the camp looked angry, and they only wanted to shed their blood for the country. The soldiers inside the camp also looked nervous and quickly transported water.Campfires are no joke.

Thick smoke was billowing, and some people had been choked down, but more people were trying to carry water.

The military doctors were already very busy, the back and forth of the stretcher never stopped, and the sex of the wounded soldiers became the norm.

It didn't take long for the war to start, but it was extremely tragic.

Both sides seem to be desperate, and they will pull a few backs if they die.

At night, you can't see the windy and dusty scenery, but you can clearly see the haze caused by the dust through the firelight.

The shouts outside shook the sky, the sound of swords and swords intersecting was sharp and piercing, and the half-dry grass was decorated with blood. The soldiers kept falling down and attacking by stepping on the corpses.

Red gradually filled the entire field of vision.

No one will show mercy.

Wang Zian was in front of the crowd, dancing with a sword in his hand while the head fell to the ground. He had to take care of himself and help those around him as much as possible. He was too busy.The soldiers of the two armies collided with each other, waving the weapons in their hands like crazy, stabbing and slashing desperately with each other's weaknesses.Everyone's eyes are red.

The enemy general stood on the horse, looking at Occupy coldly, holding the hilt of his sword, with a murderous look.There was no one behind or around him, and he seemed a little lonely alone, but it further brought out his aloof and fierce aura.

Lin Mufeng looked away from him, but he always felt that that person was inexplicably familiar to him.

In the middle of the night, the wind was biting, but the people who ran back and forth holding the water were already sweating profusely.Occasionally, drops of water rolled out of the barrel and fell on the ground, before they could moisten the soil, they were swallowed up by the flames.

Lin Mufeng looked at Jun Jiangjiu who was standing beside him with folded arms, and said, "Aren't you going to help me?"

Jun Jiangjiu chuckled: "No need, Wang Zi'an can handle it."

"The scale of this surprise attack is not small. The local government probably noticed our spies and moved ahead of time." Lin Mufeng frowned slightly, "That general is also bold, just standing in the army without defense, and there is no one around him." protected."

"Of course a puppet doesn't care about his own life or death." Jun Jiangjiu shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant tone.

Lin Mufeng glanced at him helplessly, shook his head, and suddenly walked towards the battlefield.

Startled by his actions, Jun Jiangjiu hurriedly followed and said, "You don't have to go tonight!" The battalion commander has already spoken, so why go up to catch the injured.

"Go and feel it." Lin Mufeng turned his head and bent his lips.

His smile is rare and gentle, and at night, it seems that there is a soft light hitting that sharp-edged face, and there seems to be bright stars in his eyes.The stars behind him are not as bright and soft as his eyes.

Jun Jiangjiu lost his mind for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, Lin Mufeng had already walked towards the battlefield.

He frowned slightly in disapproval, but in the end he didn't stop him, he just chose a place where he could see the situation clearly and watched silently.

What to feel...

What do you feel?

Lin Mufeng's smile became more and more warm, probably because of the firelight, even the bottom of his eyes were bright red.

Go feel the unique murderous aura of the battlefield——

Walking into the battlefield, the smell of blood is getting stronger.The air was filled with resentment and death, and the souls who died in battle screamed silently, shuttled, wandered, or had no regrets, or were unwilling, or angry... refused to leave.

To feel the feeling of fighting without internal force——

He drew his sword, and with a flick of the sword tip, it swept across one person's neck artery, and immediately stabbed another person.In an instant, two people had died.The footsteps did not stop, the pace remained the same, but the sword in his hand became smoother and smoother.

To feel, the unavoidable thrills——

Dodging the sword stabbing from behind, he used skillful strength to straighten the soft sword and stab at the person behind him, gradually and accurately found the gap in the armor, his wrist trembled slightly, and the soft sword dexterously penetrated into it like a death scythe Dancing past the soldiers.

To feel the warmth brought by the blood-stained clothes——

Killing all the way forward, there are corpses everywhere.Blood dripped from the tip of the sword, and along the footsteps, small blood flowers were built in the blood pool on the ground, with slowly spreading ripples.A piece of light clothes has turned red, matching with the darkness of the night, it makes his fair complexion even more charming.

With a smile on his lips, he walked calmly, step by step towards the front of the battlefield, like a demon king descending on the world, step by step towards the throne of bones.

elegant, indifferent

Bloody art.

Jun Jiangjiu's eyes widened slightly, seeing Lin Mufeng's uncharacteristic appearance, but a smile spread across his lips unconsciously, soft and cool.

The figure on the battlefield is really beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people feel chills but they can't turn their eyes away.

It's so exciting... I've never seen the red dress he wore suit him so well.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and his thick eyelashes covered the depth and darkness in his pupils.

More and more soldiers noticed the Pian Pianjia who was dressed in red.The man smiled like a spring breeze, such a warm and elegant smile appeared on the battlefield, but it made people fear and tremble for no reason.

She hurriedly looked away, but her heart was no longer the original passion, mixed with inexplicable strange emotions.

Wang Zi'an took a moment to turn around, and was immediately shocked by Lin Mufeng's appearance.He swept his internal energy for a week, and stammered a little: "Lin, brother Lin..."

Such a strong aura.

A truly strong man, even if he has no internal strength, is still impossible to be surpassed...

Lin Mufeng's smile widened, and a soft smile appeared on his brows and eyes.If it weren't for his blood-stained robes, and the sea of ​​corpses behind him, it would be hard to imagine that he came all the way from a distant camp to this place with his murderous smile.

Like a fairy who is gradually falling into the devil.

He didn't mind Wang Zi'an's gaze, and looked at the enemy general with a gentle expression, the expression between his eyebrows and eyes could even be called gentle.

With his thin lips slightly parted, he made a mouth shape with a smile, in exchange for the shock and anger of the enemy general.

The man subconsciously took a step back and fell off his horse.

The roar of laughter sounded on the battlefield.

Both sides were flushed, but one was excited and the other was embarrassed.

Lin Mufeng achieved the effect, smiled slightly, the sword in his hand formed a graceful arc, and the clothes fluttered with the movement, floating lightly.

His swordsmanship is better than Wang Zi'an's. Although he has lost his internal strength, he is even better than Wang Zi'an when it comes to killing people.

The clothes became more and more red.

Looking at it from a distance, Jun Jiangjiu suddenly had a strange idea.

——If this dress is a wedding dress...

Cursing the corners of his lips, he tapped his toes and came to Lin Mufeng's side in a few steps.

"Mu Feng~" He bent his lips and called out.

With soft eyes, Lin Mufeng stopped his moves, stood still, and said with a slight smile, "Why are you here? Didn't you want to come?"

"Because Mu Feng is so beautiful, I don't want others to see it." Jun Jiangjiu smiled innocently, "So I'm here, should Mu Feng go back and rest?"

Lin Mufeng laughed, he shook his head, and said: "Forget it, I'll help them put out the fire first, and then come over." He turned around and walked back.

Forget it, it's the same wherever you help, but...

The smile on his lips became warm again, but his hand holding the sword tightened.

However, the feeling of fresh blood is really good...

Perhaps it was the reflected blood on the ground, the red in Lin Mufeng's eyes was more obvious, charming and charming.

He returned to the camp, found Nangong Cong who was busy, and said with the bucket in his hand, "I'll do it."

Nangong Cong handed over the bucket, Tan sat down on the ground, panting: "Brother Lin, I, I thank you! You came too, too timely!"

Lin Mufeng raised his eyebrows and helped the soldiers put out the fire.

The strange thing is that one place is extinguished and another is ignited, as if someone is constantly setting fire.

Lin Mufeng extinguished the fire, looked up, and sure enough, another place was burning.

The soldiers who put out the fire together finally followed suit.

"Damn! Who is setting the fire all the time! Don't let me meet this villain!"

Lin Mufeng looked at the place where the fire started, and narrowed his eyes.

After a while, he said without warning: "No. [-]." Seeing the puzzled eyes of the soldiers around him, he explained, "The next thing that catches fire will be tent No. [-]."

Then without explaining the reason, he went directly to the No. [-] tent.

The soldiers behind looked at each other for a while, and a few followed, and the rest continued to stare elsewhere.

The No. [-] tent that is currently on fire is the tent of Lin Mufeng and the others.When the fire over there was extinguished, the soldiers hiding in the dark following Lin Mufeng did see a figure, and walked over pretending to be nonchalant, looked left and right, and then quickly started to light the fire.

Lin Mufeng raised his eyebrows, and threw a stone casually, hitting him directly on the wrist.The man's wrist trembled, and the fire immediately deflected and burned to himself.

He screamed and rolled on the ground, and when he had to spend a lot of time to extinguish the flames, he was dizzy and found a group of soldiers with unkind faces surrounding him.

"You, you..." He was terrified.

This soldier is actually not bad at ordinary times.He belongs to the kind of good old man, and he will help everyone in need. Over time, everyone has gotten to know him, and they usually greet each other with a smile.

It is precisely because of this that the soldiers were particularly angry when they knew that he was a gap.

Seeing that the matter had been exposed, the man stopped pretending and said with a sneer, "Oh, so what if you find me? You are destined to not win this war!" Zhang's thin face looked particularly terrifying.His eyes were also wide open, the white eyeballs were bloodshot, and the pupils were narrowed.The whole face is distorted.

"Traitor!" Someone scolded bitterly, as if feeling that it was not enough to relieve their anger, they cursed again, "Traitor!!"

The man sneered, and said arrogantly: "I am a traitor! So what? Haha! It's as if you can win if I'm not a traitor! This battle is about to end—it's still early!!"

After all, blood overflowed from his mouth, and he killed himself by biting his tongue.

Because of his words, Lin Mufeng had some bad premonitions in his heart, but he felt relieved when he thought of Junjiang after drinking.He glanced at the man indifferently, and said indifferently: "Just put it like this." Then he turned and walked towards the battlefield, his thin lips lightly raised, and his voice became gentle: "I will hang up at Yingkou another day, and let everyone see it." The end of this traitor, let me relieve my hatred."

It is not known whether it is to relieve hatred or to warn thoughtful people.

battlefield

Not long after, the enemy soldiers saw this elegant and indifferent Shura in red again, and they felt chills in their hearts.The one in black was already difficult to deal with, and now this one is here again...

Some timid ones quietly looked back at their own commander who was sweating on his forehead, feeling more and more uncertain, and his morale was getting lower and lower.

Curving his lips, Jun Jiangjiu expressed his welcome to Lin Mufeng's return.The matter in the camp has been settled, so we can deal with this side without distraction.

He came to Lin Mufeng's side, held his slender fingers, played with them slowly, but said with a serious face: "Mufeng, can I just go and get the head of the local general? It's so troublesome. "

Lin Mufeng looked down at the hand being held, then stopped his gaze on Jun Jiangjiu's face, and said, "So that the people behind the enemy's backstage know that you are very powerful and then take precautions in advance?"

Cursing his lips, Jun Jiangjiu understood that his proposal had been rejected, but argued in a low voice: "Mu Feng, aren't you enough for them to be vigilant today?"

"I'm different." Lin Mufeng said softly, with the corners of his lips raised, "I don't have internal strength. No matter how strong I am, they won't think that I can be so strong."

At this point, if Jun Jiangjiu didn't understand why Lin Mufeng refused to recover his internal strength, he wouldn't be able to live today.

He suddenly realized: "You are co-authoring to trick them!"

"Don't say it so badly." Lin Mufeng's tone was still gentle, unhurried, "This is clearly called a strategy."

"Okay, okay, it's a strategy." Jun Jiangjiu responded with a smile.He turned sideways, regardless of whether this was a battlefield, embraced Lin Mufeng, kissed him lightly, and said, "Then I won't be here anymore. Be careful."

With a helpless smile instead of the original warmth, he shook his head and said helplessly: "This is a battlefield, so don't be so warm?"

Even though he said that, he hugged Jun Jiangjiu with his backhand.

The blood on his body had basically been dried by the fire, so it didn't get on Jun Jiangjiu's body, but after the blood dried, it would harden the clothes.

Withdrawing the sword again, he watched Jun Jiangjiu disappear, then glanced at the clothes on his body with some distaste, and sighed helplessly with a smile: "...It's still pretty red..."

As he said that, red plum blossoms once again bloomed on the reddish-brown and somewhat dry clothes.

Wang Zi'an held his sword and panted.

After fighting continuously for so long, he was already starting to feel tired.

"... I don't know how Brother Lin survived the siege of so many killers..." He sighed softly.

Lin Mufeng happened to hear his words, and couldn't help curling his lips.

How did you survive?

Perseverance and inner strength.

The price is very tragic.

The sword flower turned over, and the final chapter of one person's life was played.There was already a faint red light on his originally dark hair, which added a strange beauty to him.

After all, the enemy general couldn't bear it any longer, and jumped in front of Lin Mufeng.

His eyes were tightly locked on him, with violence, surprise, and hatred rolling in his eyes.

"Lin, Mu, Feng!" He gritted his teeth, sneered, chewed these words repeatedly and spat them out bit by bit, "You're still alive!"

The author has something to say:

The next chapter may be a bit sad

there will be a few chapters of the past

I will try to control orange juice in two to three chapters.