ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
Chapters. 13 Shouldn't Be like This

“Fuck you, Qui Congkak! I will kill you tonight and put your head on display in Guangli hall!!!” Zhao Juren absorbed in an exploding rage.

He flicked his sword making the less alert green robe lunge to the side so easily Zhao Juren jumped to attack towards the Iron Cloak.

“General!!”

The green robe's voice was restrained, without turning back the iron armor raised its hand holding the roaring sword towards it with an iron fan that suddenly burst wide.

“TRANG!!” the sound of iron meeting the iron made a small spark in the dimness of the night and the slight snowfall. First snow at the end of autumn!

Zhao Juren was not an arseman, she was just trying to jump over the head of the red robe to face the person who was walking behind her but the iron fan held her back, making her have to set her foot back.

“General Qui? Are you the one hiding behind that damn iron helmet? How bad is your face so you're embarrassed to open it to your enemy?” Zhao Juren's.

The armor turned around, now they were both facing each other.

“Sriiiiiying!” the sound of his iron fan was closed, but he did not make a sound at all, this really provoked Zhao Juren's emotions.

As bad as his hostility to general Qin had been in the past, he had never felt this humiliated.

A few moments later the two of them exchanged looks, the armour's movements looking very calm and gentle, as if his armor was as light as a robe. His body science is no joke.

Zhao Juren's swordsmanship was no ordinary swordsmanship, he could fight against dozens of ordinary warriors with just a few moves, but this General Qui was definitely not an ordinary person. He seemed to avoid every

zhao Juren's sword.

“General, let me face it for you!” The handsome green robe's face glittered in the reflection of the torchlight from a distance, but general Qui fluttered his silvery iron fan and

to prevent him from his fight with Zhao Juren.

Zhao Juren launched several attacks at once from various directions but the mysterious general still chose to survive without retaliating, he was so calm and unprovoked by Zhao Juren's attack that it was obviously very demanding that his opponent give up resistance.

In the dim light, reflected by the torch light they were both like a silvery light clinking, moving like a shadow above the Doting gate, hovering in the air. The few soldiers who witnessed it barely blinked. These two people are not just anyone.

In a few moments, General Qui looks saggy, avoiding every attack launched by the opponent is not the right choice, let alone the class of Zhao Juren. Slowly the general's movements began to be overwhelmed, Zhao Juren did not give him a gap to just play around.

“Give me a little honor, General. I will accept your attack with pleasure.” Zhao Juren grinned widely.

“Ukh!”

The voice sounded similar lamented, as General Qui lined up a few steps, Zhao Juren's sword eyes almost\ injured his neck.

“Come on, stop acting like a pretentious person.”Zhao Juren slammed impatiently.

General Qui jumped up, looking for a moment he hesitated, but then he drew his sword, Zhao Juren grinned broadly at how an arrogant General Qui was now willing to serve him.

“Finally..”.

Zhao Juren was satisfied with General Qui's reaction, he retreated two steps giving general Qui space to swing his sword.

When Zhao Juren was so focused on her curiosity over general Qui who looked very dismissive of her, she was, he was not at all wary of the dozens of tiny needles that were flown in the darkness from several directions and clearly it was aimed at him. With one round of needles which are poisonous secret weapons it fell on the floor of the wall causing suras to clatter.

A moment later, the green robe raised its hand, the same sound of desing coming from within the sleeves of its robe. The green robe tried to take a chance at Zhao Juren's negligence, he backed up

to attack Zhao Juren with a secret weapon.

“Hold..!” A woman's voice shrieked as if coming from inside the iron helmet, as Zhao Juren turned her head stunned at the voice, a needle shot towards his nape and within seconds his body felt stiff and twisted.

“Why did you guys back him up dishonorably? I don't order you to attack him!” Now Zhao Juren between conscious and unconscious felt confident if the female voice was firm and sharp

it came from inside the armor in front of him.

Zhao Juren was surprised not by what he heard, but at the same time he felt his nape slightly numb. The numbness spread quickly and in a flash his legs felt trembling, unable to support his own weight.

“Si.si..si...ap.ah....kamuu?” the question was answered with a stammer. For some reason he felt like a stifled person, the base of his tongue was suddenly a tremendous mole.

BRUCK!

Zhao Juren fell on the ground, her head feeling like it was on a huge stone slab. How ashamed of himself, when he realized that his life might end up in the hands of his enemy in such a despicable way, he was torn between his enemies and crippled so easily. Its big name seemed to evaporate between the cold night air and the snow that descended bit by bit from the sky.

At the crossroads between life and death, the fear of death in the hearts of men finally surpassed their consciences, but Zhao Juren was not afraid to meet death. He just felt so low, dying in front of a person who might be a woman! The sound coming out from behind the iron helmet was very clear if it was a female voice.

“I told you to go home..”When his body almost touched the ground.His back was caught by General Qui's hand, but the voice of the woman was so close to his ears. He felt that someone was trying to hold onto his heavy body with his own body, while Zhao Juren himself lost the ability even if it was just to support his body.

“It shouldn't be like this, if you hear me..” the voice is gradually becoming more and more beautiful, incarnating like the sweet voice of Xiao Yi and then changing with the seductive voice of Jiu Fei.

Zhao Juren tried to open her eyes but was so heavy, before her world was completely more concentrated than night.

He was a soldier, but unable to protect himself and himself, the vision of hundreds of corpses lying on the battlefield, and, the guilt-ridden eyes of contentment when it succeeds in taking one's life without the slightest bit of guilt, those feelings raged gradually over. The snow suddenly grew heavier.

“Yi...er...” All his body coldly froze motionless, only his hand held the sword upstream with all his might before he could remember nothing more.

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