When this person said this, the person had turned around. When he turned around, his silent power became heavier and heavier. Liu Shan only felt that his feet were constantly sinking because of this power. It seemed that his body had added too much weight in an instant, allowing his feet to step out of the ground. At this time, he did not feel like he was stepping on the hard ground, but he was like he was strapping with a hundred kilograms of lead tied to his legs, standing on loose quicksand.

Under such pressure, Zhang Biao stood up little by little.

Liu Shan looked at the person who turned around and saw that the front of the man was indeed a woman. However, the man had a face armor on his helmet, and it had been put down at this time, so Liu Shan could not see the person's appearance at all, but from the only two holes exposed on the face armor, Liu Shan saw the man's eyes.

At this time, those eyes were staring at Zhang Biao, and the cold light in his eyes seemed to be on the verge of staring at you, which would make you feel that winter was already in the beginning. Although Liu Shan knew that it was still summer, even so, Liu Shan still felt a little cold.

Moreover, Liu Shan knew that it was Zhang Biao who was facing these eyes at this time, not himself. Standing next to him, he felt that this was the case. Liu Shan couldn't imagine how Zhang Biao felt at this time.

At that moment, those eyes suddenly turned and looked at Liu Shan.

The light in those eyes seemed to have changed at that moment. It was obvious that it was a clear loss and unwillingness, but at this time it was filled with hatred, a kind of hatred that made Liu Shan so cold that it had become in the bone marrow. If someone said that a person could kill someone with a single eye, Liu Shan did not believe it before, but at this time when facing such a pair of eyes, Liu Shan believed it for the first time.

Liu Shan also understood why the person on the other side looked at him with such hatred eyes, because of himself, Zhang Biao left her. When Liu Shan thought so, he felt awkward when he thought about it. This was not like the ancient self and Zhang Biao were chased, but like a vernacular drama that was filmed and filmed, which was so bad that it could not be more bad.

The man stared at Liu Shan. Liu Shan felt that his breathing was getting more and more difficult at this time. It seemed that the air around him was constantly becoming heavier in the man's eyes. It seemed that the air was about to be frozen into solid. Liu Shan, who was deeply trapped in it, had already grasped the spear without knowing it, and the veins on his hand were stormy and coiled around like a slender blue earthworm.

Liu Shan's feet had already put in strength, and his whole body was tightly tense at that moment, like a crossbow string that had been pulled open.

Liu Shan knew that he could no longer stay motionless under such pressure. He should do something, and he felt breathless at this moment.

Liu Shan held the spear tightly. The next moment, Liu Shan exhaled. Although the sound was extremely small, under such pressure, Liu Shan still made a difficult step forward, and the spear in his hand tightly. With just this small step, Liu Shan felt as if he was stabbing a spear into a stone. It seemed that Liu Shan felt that his small step had broken a balance. It seemed that the air around him was shattering at that moment. The air that seemed to be solidified just now began to flow again.

At this time, the Bawanghua looked at Liu Shan with a more sharp light, and the Bawanghua's eyes were filled with praise. It has been a long time since she saw someone who could get out with difficulty under her gaze.

Over the years, Bawanghua has also struggled from the army. Not to mention these years, since she was very young, Bawanghua has been moving forward in a dark corner as if she was struggling in a dark corner. Power struggle, conquest, politics, war, all the things a girl should not have experienced were experienced again and again. Bawanghua remembered that when she was nine years old, she killed a girl who grew up with her. That petite life was originally sleeping with her tightly hugged her all night long, but the dagger in her hand was inserted into her chest and her warm petite chest at that moment.

That was her first time killing people. From then on, this nightmare has been with her growth. She felt that she was the flower blooming in the night, gorgeous with blood and cold luster, and a rose in the night.

This experience continued. When she was sixteen years old, she entered the army. She followed the man's arrangement and grew up step by step in the barracks, from the beginning of the squad leader to the general who commanded the side now. The rose was in full bloom, and was placed in countless blood on the battlefield, on the corpses covered with the earth.

She thought she would live like this, cold without any color, as a tool, with a sharp cold light.

However, she did not expect that she met her adoptive father, Pei Renji. Perhaps, this was the biggest mistake in that man's life. She had just existed as a sharp knife placed beside Pei Renji, but she did not expect that Pei Renji gave her the warmth she had never had in her life. And Pei Xingyan, who she didn't know whether she was her brother or not, was like the nickname of his younger brother Pei Yuanqing, like a ball of fire burning in his life, opening up those lonely and cold moods, like the light burning in the eternal night, like the light that pierced the curtain in the darkness like a spear like a spear stabbing through the sky.

The Overlord Flower restrained her mind. For some reason, when she looked at Liu Shan's eyes, she suddenly thought of so many things. These things she should have sealed in her memory and should never think of in her life.

At this moment, Liu Shan didn't know if it was his illusion, but he actually saw a trace of warmth in the eyes of the King of Kings. Liu Shan secretly asked if he was a ghost, how could the woman in front of him have even a trace of connection with warmth? She should be as cold as the iron armor on her body.

"Liu Shan, you are very good. I have not cared about it for many years. I didn't expect you to steal one from me. Zhang Biao, you also want to draw your sword to face me, right?" The Overlord Flower restrained her mind and said cold words again.

"Zhang Biao dared not, but Liu Shan's parents took me in the past. If it weren't for Liu Shan's parents, there would be no Zhang Biao at this time. Liu Shan is my brother, so I had to do so. Today, Zhang Biao did not dare to draw his sword to the general, but was willing to die with his brother." Zhang Biao said, and stood resolutely in front of Liu Shan.

"Okay, Zhang Biao values ​​love and friendship!" The Overlord Flower said, and the sound of horse hooves had already sounded in the distance. Liu Shan and Zhang Biao thought that the cavalry surrounding them had come. But they were really close, but they saw a person behind a dozen cavalrymen. The man was pulled behind the war horse with a rope. He was dragged several miles with dust on his body, his clothes were already torn, his naked skin was covered with blood marks from gravel along the road, his messy hair was stained with blood, accompanied by mud, and his face slowly raised from the ground. His face seemed to be covered in blood mud. Looking at Zhang Biao and Liu Shan, his eyes were filled with disappointment at that moment.
Chapter completed!