It's starting again! !

The people who chased Gu Lan, once again chased down here! !

Of course, this is not the wave of accountants! !

She really didn't know how many people still wanted to kill Gu Lan! !

"Yeah, it's going to start again!" Gu Lan put down the things in his hand and slowly got up: "But... soon!!"

He must cut off all the troubles and tails before entering that place! !

Because only then will he be safe! !

So, he is waiting here...waiting for those who are going to kill him! !

Waiting to kill these people! !

Because of this, he has been using the rainy weather as an excuse to silently drop the hook here, using himself as a bait, and preparing to hang all those people-kill! !

Gu Lan did not hold an umbrella, let the rain fall on her body, and walked out of the courtyard calmly.

Ling Luoyu closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain washing with a smile on the corners of his lips.

Not long after, in the ticking rain, there were sword collisions and people's screams.

There seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

If there is nothing!

When Gu Lan appeared again, the blood water twisted into a line behind him and flowed into the distance.

Ling Luoyu opened her eyes quietly, and smiled on her lips: "Congratulations, we won another round!"

Gu Lan walked directly into the room: "Isn't my win or loss in your plan?"

"boom!"

The door is closed.

Ling Luoyu smiled noncommitantly, retracted his gaze, knocked the melon seeds, and continued to watch the rain fall.

Soon, screams came from outside.

"Killed..."

"Hurry up and come..."

In such a small place, as long as someone dies, it is a world-shattering event.

But when people die a lot, they become numb.

When the sky cleared, there were more than a hundred helpless tombs in the field outside the village.

Before leaving, Gu Lan took wine and food and went there.

Ling Luoyu sat on the horse, watching him one tomb, one tomb walked over, and every tomb was offered a little wine.

"What are you doing, respecting your opponent, or remembering your opponent?"

Gu Lan's actions paused: "...Don't you think that I am demonstrating? I am telling them that they are all dead and I am still alive!"

Ling Luoyu adjusted his hat and looked up at the sun in the sky: "You are not the kind of boring person!"

Although this guy Gu Lan is hateful and scheming, he is not a person who tramples on death.

To him, a dead person is a dead person and has no other meaning.

He will not use trampling on the dignity of the dead to improve his sense of existence.

but

"Seriously, I really didn't expect that you would come to pay homage to them... I thought these people would die if they died for you!"

Gu Lan drank the last sip of the wine: "For me, it is true..."

He smashed the wine jar and flew on his horse.

Just before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the piles of tombs.

"...You said, if one day, I am also killed...Will my opponent also come to pay memorial service like this?"

"If you die in my hands, I promise...every Qingming and your death day, I will come to see you!"

Gu Lan's pupils suddenly shrank, and suddenly turned to look at her: "Will I die in your hands?"