Exiled Huajiao

Chapter 142

In the dark night sky, fireworks soared into the sky.

Tang Yuanyuan was a little surprised. It turned out that Fang Weihuan took her out to play, but it was actually a trick for political opponents.

Lingtai Baixi never thought that Fang Weihuan, who had been talking sweetly and sweetly, was actually using her.

"Yuanyuan, don't worry, I will protect you."

Fang Weihuan didn't notice that there was no anxiety in Tang Yuanyuan's eyes, only a flash of disappointment.

He drew the knife from the saddle, and protected Tang Yuanyuan behind him, horrified that he had already set off warning fireworks, why didn't the ambush soldiers appear?

Without saying a word, the black-clothed killers swung their big knives and slashed forward.

Fang Weihuan swung his sword to resist, while the other tightly grasped Tang Yuanyuan's hand, and kept turning to dodge.

The two were dressed in red, and they spun like two blooming red peonies under the moonlight.

Fang Wei Huan, who was protecting Tang Yuanyuan, was outnumbered, and the reinforcements had not arrived for a long time. He had a lot of scars on his body, and blood droplets from his arms splashed on Tang Yuanyuan's face.

"Huan Lang."

Tang Yuanyuan called Fang Weihuan's name distressedly and in panic, Fang Weihuan smiled at him.

The ambush soldiers did not show up for a long time, maybe something happened, and they might not come to help.

"Yuanyuan, don't worry about me, can you run towards the city gate alone?"

Tang Yuan, who was shaking his head desperately, burst into tears, clutching Fang Weihuan's arm, refusing to leave, struggling in his heart.

She wanted to help, but she was afraid that Fang Weihuan would know that she was a demon.

Bai Xi and Tang Yuanyuan in the Lingtai sympathized with each other, and they also felt embarrassed and struggling in their hearts, with their hands crossed nervously.

Seeing Tang Yuanyuan, who kept adding new wounds to Fang Weihuan's body, she shed tears in pain, and Bai Xi's eyes in the altar also became moist.

"Yuanyuan, you go first. I will definitely go find you."

Fang Weihuan, who was staggering, let go of Tang Yuanyuan's hand and pushed her hard.

The person who was supposed to ambush again didn't show up, something must have happened, Fang Weihuan now regrets bringing Tang Yuanyuan to take risks.

Now, the only thing he can do is to protect her from leaving safely.

After cutting down a black-clothed killer who wanted to chase after Tang Yuanyuan, Fang Weihuan glared at the group of thieves with a horizontal sword.

"If you want to bring my head back to life, you have to use your life-saving skills to deal with me wholeheartedly. Don't chase her, or I will not let you go even if I am a ghost."

That's right, Fang Weihuan is the target, there is no need to care about the woman who ran away.

The black-clothed killer surrounded Fang Weihuan, and slashed at Fang Weihuan with his big knives, intending to chop him into meat paste.

There was a loud "bang", and the white demonic aura exploded around Fang Weihuan like a blooming flower, blasting out all the black-clothed killers.

Tang Yuanyuan, who had red demon marks on her forehead and was surrounded by snow-white demon aura, stepped out from behind Fang Weihuan, and with a wave of her arm, the white demon aura whipped away several black-clothed killers who had climbed up.

Fang Weihuan couldn't believe it, staring at the demon pattern on Tang Yuanyuan's forehead, he backed away in shock.

"Who are you? Where is my Yuanyuan?"

"Huanlang, I am Yuanyuan."

"impossible."

Fang Weihuan angrily denied it, using so much force that his saliva spattered.

Tang Yuanyuan was frightened by Fang Weihuan's appearance and stopped in her tracks.

"Huanlang, when I was ten years old, I broke my nose. I cried and said that you would not recognize me if I became ugly. Do you still remember what you said when you coaxed me?"

He said that no matter what Tang Yuanyuan looked like, he would recognize it at first sight.

She remembered, and so did he.

However, he never believed that the monster in front of him turned out to be the lover he had loved deeply for more than ten years and wanted to hold hands with him for the rest of his life.

Tang Yuanyuan saw fear, hatred, and suspicion in Fang Weihuan's eyes, and couldn't help feeling like a knife was twisting his heart.

In order to protect him, she had to expose her identity as a demon. Although she was worried about everything, she still had a glimmer of hope.

I hope they get along and fall in love for more than ten years, even if she is a different kind, he will not care.

"You and I are childhood sweethearts, a young couple, can't you compare to me being a demon?"

Human beings are naturally afraid of monsters, and talk about it changes color.

Even though Fang Weihuan had killed countless enemies on the battlefield, he still couldn't help trembling his legs when facing the monster.

He forced himself not to retreat, and yelled at Tang Yuanyuan, "Stop. Don't come over."

At this time, Fang Weihuan's subordinates came late with people, and they were all startled when they saw Tang Yuanyuan's appearance, so they stood by Fang Weihuan's side.

"Who are you? Tell me, where did you hide Yuanyuan? If you don't tell the truth, I'll kill you."

Fang Weihuan held a sword flower, with murderous look in his eyes, Tang Yuanyuan smiled wryly.

She is a nameless flower bud growing in the garden of the Tang Mansion, and she fell in love with the green young man who rides on the wall every day and peeps at Tang Yuanyuan picking green plums in the courtyard.

At that time, she wanted to transform into Tang Yuanyuan's appearance, and get closer to that young man who was full of vigor like a ball of fire.

The concubine makes green plums by the short wall, and the king rides a white horse and hangs down the willows.Immediately they looked at each other from a distance over the wall, and when they saw Zhijun, they were heartbroken.

When Tang Yuanyuan was eight years old, she drowned and died while outing in the lake, and the flower demon replaced her.

The flower demon who has just turned into a human, her limbs seem to be borrowed and cannot be controlled.

While laughing at her, Fang Weihuan helped her walk, taught her to climb mountains and trees, and taught her to ride a horse and shoot an arrow. They grew up happily together as a childhood sweetheart, carefree and joyful.

Her only wish in this life is to be with Fang Weihuan forever.

It's a pity, it's just a big dream of Huangliang 1
Bamboo horses in front of the hall, green plums in the old courtyard;
Amazing time, gentle years.

He promised to have no doubts about love and affection, but he didn't believe her!

"Huanlang, I am Yuanyuan, the little Yuanzi who has been by your side for 13 years and waited for you to marry for five years after the wedding date!"

One contract, two surnames together;

With my surname, crown your name;
Willing to marry Qin and Jin, and vow to live up to Qing;
The melons are continuous, and the auspicious leaves are katydids;
Love each other and treat each other like a guest;
When you grow old together, for a lifetime;

Born with the same quilt, dead with the same hole;
Day and night, don't forget this heart.

The wedding vows of being together for a lifetime are still reverberating in her mind, and the sweet memories of the past are still flooding her heart, but unfortunately the borrowed dream will eventually wake up, she is so unwilling!
"No. You're not. I don't want to hear the word 'Xiaoyuanzi' from you either. This is my pet name for her, and you don't deserve to mention it."

Tang Yuanyuan's heart was stabbed severely: "Huan Lang, do you still remember that I once asked you, if I were a demon and not a human, how would you answer?"

It doesn't matter.you are you.As long as it's you.

Fang Weihuan remembered everything he said to Tang Yuanyuan, but he thought it was just a joke.

"Humans and monsters have different paths, you and I are destined to end here!"

Fang Weihuan tore off the red wedding gown and threw it into the distance with a wave of his arms.

The moment the red robe fell to the ground, Tang Yuanyuan's heart was broken.

The dusty red gown looked like a pool of blood, a pool of blood flowing from Tang Yuanyuan's heart!

At this moment, she felt that her love was desolate and absurd!

(End of this chapter)