"What do they want to do?"

"They want to come?"

Many people on the ship noticed the abnormal movements of these two people.

A noble man in a golden silk wool dress looked at the two of them, and the next moment, his eyes fell to the water not far away.

"Is there really so many people who are not afraid of death in the Southern Dynasty?"

He licked the corners of his mouth, and his heart was filled with a cool and refreshing meaning.

He was a nobleman of the Yu family of Tianliang County, Northern Wei. The Yu family stood up among the wild and was one of the very few Northern Wei family members who obtained a large number of fiefs due to their great military achievements. In fact, like many Zhongzhou family members who supported Xiao Yan's rebellion in the Southern Dynasty, their courage was naturally far beyond those of those family members who had accumulated huge wealth just because their ancestors did a lot of money-making business.

However, after following Xi Ruyu to Zhongli City, their courage, pride and courage had long been broken by Lin Yi.

Even though the army has broken through Zhongli City now, their mood is still like a frightened bird, unable to withstand much turbulence.

...

Countless sounds of arrows suddenly rang out.

The vast rain of arrows rose from the big ship and covered the small boat that rushed over the river.

A cultivator in blue shirt was already standing behind Chen Baowan. He raised his head slightly and looked at the rain of arrows pressing against the dark clouds, and opened the umbrella in his hand.

The umbrella is an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, but when his true energy flows softly on the surface of the umbrella, when the umbrella rotates in his hands, a qi that emits beautiful fluorescent light will fly out along the edge of the umbrella.

Above the boat, it was like a mirror of glass constantly rotating.

Puff puff puff puff puff...

The dull collision kept ringing.

The arrows kept falling, and then they flew out like raindrops, falling on the surface of the river.

Lin Yi was always at the outermost edge of the battle formation. The heart of Zhenhe Tower in his hand roared out and swept away several Northern Wei soldiers who blocked his sight.

From that vacancy, he saw the boat clearly and the stubborn woman on the bow.

"Chen Baowan!"

He was slightly stunned, and then shouted happily.

At this time, he didn't think much, his heart was just filled with joy, because he never expected that he would see Chen Baowan's arrival at this time.

This loud shout seemed to have vomited out a lot of the turbid air in his chest and lungs.

Many purple blood foam appeared in the air ahead of him. The burning and burning meaning in his chest and lungs was greatly reduced. His breathing suddenly became smoother, and his chest and lungs seemed to be much wider. Every time he breathed, he could inhale more fresh air than usual.

Chen Baowan smiled, "You are still alive."

No one does not cherish life.

She decided to come, but the closer she got to the city, there would naturally be many different sounds in her mind. But until this time, when she heard Lin Yi's voice, all the unpleasant voices disappeared instantly.

She was really happy and very satisfied at this time.

“Some words I’ve never said.”

She said to the cultivator in the blue shirt holding an umbrella-crotched arrow behind her, "Of all the elders in my family, the one I admire and admire the most is my second uncle. When my second uncle died, I was only nine years old. When he sent him home, I went to see him for the last time. At that time, I was still ignorant. Seeing the many wounds on his body, but when he looked at me, I couldn't understand, "Isn't it painful to be hurt?" My second uncle replied, "It doesn't matter if the injury is about to die, and it will stop hurting if he dies." I didn't understand even more. I asked him, isn't death a terrible thing? Shouldn't it be even more sad? My second uncle told me that people will die one after another, but some people will be unhappy and afraid when they die, but some people will be happy when they die. And the length of a person's life doesn't matter. The key is whether they can be calm and happy when they die."

"I grew up later and gradually understood what my second uncle said to me before his death. He also defended the city and died in battle, but his death not only exchanged for the lives of many people he cared about, but also the respect and trust he gained, and also allowed my Chen family to stand on the top of the Southern Dynasty from now on."

Chen Baowan's smile faded a little. She paused and said seriously: "But it was not until this time that I knew why sometimes even if I died in battle, I would be very happy, because some things are really what I want to do. If I don't do them, I may regret it and be unhappy when I think about it. If I die here, if you can live, tell my brother what I say. I don't think he needs to be sad for me, and I want him to know that I always feel that a person should live according to his own wishes and likes. I hope he can do more things he likes, and hope he will live more for himself, and not care too much about the interests of the Chen family."

The cultivator in the blue shirt holding an umbrella nodded slowly. He did not say anything like I wouldn't leave, but said seriously: "Before I can leave, if I can leave, I will leave as much as possible, and I will bring your words to your brother."

...

The Demon Sect members wearing strange bird helmets looked at the two young practitioners of the Southern Dynasty who came out of the formation, and the brightness in his eyes became increasingly intense.

There are fewer and fewer people who can be called the Demon Sect's tribe, so any Demon Sect's tribe is the true confidant of the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect clan member knew very well why the Chen family military advisor was in this city, so when he looked at the medical officer behind Wang Pingyang, he didn't take much time to guess the other party's identity.

"What a coincidence?"

He couldn't help laughing.

"Don't kill these two people... These two people are very important to Lord Demon Sect. Even if I die, I cannot let these two people die, nor can I let these two people escape here. Be sure to capture them."

He said to a general of the White Bone Army beside him.

He smiled on his face, but his tone was extremely cold, just like the cold wind that cuts his bones in the Northern Wei desert.

In the next moment, he thought of something. His eyes passed over Wang Pingyang and Wang Xianrui and fell on the tent. "Don't touch the people in the tent, and they must live. These people... are more important than my life, and more important than your General Yang Dian's life."

The White Bone Army general beside him turned to look at him in shock. The White Bone Army general naturally did not understand what he meant at this time, but he knew the weight of these words very well.

"Let them come."

The Demon Sect member took a deep breath and said to the White Bone Army general who had not had time to pass the order.

At this time, the sound of killing sounds were bursting, and Jiang Tao slapped the table, and countless sounds of water roared, but when it fell into his ears, it seemed that they only turned into one voice, a blessing from God to the Lord of the Demon Sect.

He smiled sincerely with emotion.
Chapter completed!