Every day I wake up, the actor is collapsing

Chapter 222

The leader is a rough man, his body is full of wildness and killing, the armor in front of him still has blood splashed on it, he has the unique hairstyle of Longcheng people, and the beard on the chin is braided into a small braid. How funny.

In his first reaction, Sheng Lan protected Zhao Qiaosheng behind him. According to the original plan, as long as these rebels took a few steps forward, they would trigger the organs in the Changyang Palace, and all arrows would be fired.

Backing away strategically, Sheng Lan tilted his head and whispered in Zhao Qiaosheng's ear: "Hide behind the screen."

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Unmoved, Zhao Qiaosheng still held Sheng Lan's hand and did not let go.

"A Le, you are obedient, this is no joke!"

Seeing that Zhao Qiaosheng didn't move, Sheng Lan's expression darkened.

While the two were talking, the rebels not far away had already loaded their bows and arrows.

What they will face next is self-evident, and everything is clear.

In an instant, countless black feathers shot at them, covering the sky and covering the earth, it was a catastrophic rain.

The soldiers who were dormant in the dark did not move, and the soldiers outside who were going to meet him did not come either.

All the feather arrows were only aimed at the two people in the main hall.

Waving the long sword in his hand, Sheng Lan blocked most of it, and Zhao Qiaosheng was protected behind him without any injuries.

But a person's energy is always limited and cannot cover everything.

Finally, someone shot directly with a bow and arrow, directly poking Sheng Lan's chest.

Almost a fatal blow.

With a sudden tilt of his body, accompanied by the man's muffled snort, Sheng Lan knelt down on one knee, which startled Zhao Qiaosheng.

Not forgetting what happened at this moment, Sheng Lan was still waving the sword in his hand.

He was waiting, and the soldiers in the temple were also waiting, waiting for the signal from the reinforcements outside.

"Jing, you are bleeding"

The voice was trembling, Zhao Qiaosheng's eyes turned red little by little, and his vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, but there was more and more blood in front of Sheng Lan.

"It's okay, don't cry."

With a hoarse voice, Sheng Lan didn't dare to divert his gaze too much, and stared fiercely ahead with blood-red eyes.

I can't wait to kill those people in front of me.

"A Jing."

Zhao Qiaosheng was crying badly, tears had already wet his face.

There were more and more arrows, and the sweat on the man's face slid down his side cheeks. Every shot was very hard, and he seemed somewhat powerless.

Although the soldiers in the dark wanted to rush forward, they were worried about revealing something without the master's order.

On one side is the countless arrow rain, on the other side is the person I love deeply
The sword was still waving, resisting the rain of arrows, when Sheng Lan's vision was suddenly blocked by someone, he was stunned, as if all the senses in his body were frozen.

How can a small body withstand these brute forces? Although the arrow rain is made of props, Zhao Qiaosheng still performed the most realistic feeling.

The rain of arrows shot at her, but before it fell, her body trembled and she was on the verge of falling.

Time seemed to stand still, and Sheng Lan could no longer hear any sound.

Everything was so unreal, and it happened so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Already numb and riddled with holes, I don't know what the pain feels like.

Zhao Qiaosheng was forced to bear the rain of arrows, her body became lighter and weaker, she was almost out of breath.

The Royal Forest Army outside just rushed in, and the rebels in the hall didn't expect this, and they were a little confused. At the same time, all the soldiers who had been dormant in the hall rushed out.

A group of people quickly fought together again.

"Ale."

Sheng Lan caught Zhao Qiaosheng's fallen body, his hands were shaking, he didn't know what to do, like a child who was at a loss.

Dressed in white, blood was wanton.

Sheng Lan shook her head, tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhao Qiaosheng closed his eyes, with the last breath remaining.

With a forced smile on the corner of her mouth, she murmured in a low voice: "Ah Jing. Don't cry for me. I am willing."

"Ale, stop talking, I'll ask the imperial doctor to come over immediately, Ale"

How desperate is he calling her name over and over again?
All the rebels were captured, and Sheng Lan ordered: no one will be left behind.

The entire Changyang Palace was bloodbathed.

The redness of that day was extremely rotten, soaking half of the sky, and his glory and joy could never come back
　Well, this part is over.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)