The Strongest Face-S Chapter 1112: I Would Become a Stone Bridge (Second Update)

Chapter 1112: Chapter 1112: I Would Beco a Stone Bridge (Second Update)

"Damn it, why can’t I control my own feet!"

Zhang Fan sighed dejectedly to himself.

But imdiately, Zhang Fan collected his emotions.

Let it be, I’ll face whatever cos my way!

Let’s get the performance sorted first!

Anyway, there’s no evidence here in London that I did it!

At most, fish die and nets are torn! He wouldn’t mind causing a big stir!

"I don’t want to die, no one can kill !"

Zhang Fan spoke lowly, as per the set script!

That deep voice, with its unmatched dominance, was stirring to the soul!

And just in an instant, Zhang Fan’s previous aura had dissipated completely! The whole person appeared as a scholar, mild-mannered and thin!

He walked forward slowly for two steps, coming before a girl beside him.

He bent over and lowered his head, picked up the Gu Zheng from the table, and shoved it into the girl’s arms sitting next to him!

"Is it okay?"

The girl blinked, swiftly stood up holding the Gu Zheng, and retreated to the side.

At this mont, Zhang Fan slowly took off the Guqin from his back, opened the cloth cover, took out the instrunt, and placed it on the table.

Seeing Zhang Fan’s actions, Anmusi’s eyes flickered imdiately.

"You sly dog, said you wouldn’t play any other instrunts, are you tricking ?"

Anmusi instantly puffed his cheeks and glared!

Honestly, he really couldn’t believe anyone could learn the bamboo flute in less than a day and play music of Ten Stars difficulty!

Now that Zhang Fan brought out the Guqin, he was certain, Zhang Fan was definitely a master proficient in various instrunts!

Suddenly, Anmusi felt deceived!

However, imdiately a bright smile appeared on his face.

He’s curious to see how Zhang Fan’s mastery of the Guqin compares to the bamboo flute!

And at this mont, Zhang Fan’s fingers lightly plucked, the sound of the instrunt resonated leisurely.

"Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix?"

Countless people widened their eyes!

In ancient tis, phoenixes are male, and phoenixes are female!

"Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix," beca a classic ancient music piece for declaring love! To those skilled in music, no one doesn’t know it!

And at this mont, Zhang Fan started to whisper!

"Lian’er, I know, I know everything! I know your love, I know your intentions, but I’m afraid to accept!

I don’t want you to accompany

on adventures, get hurt, I don’t want to...

Such pain, I don’t want to endure again! It would be very painful!

I don’t want to see my beloved, beside , in fear, fleeing, even dying in my arms again! I don’t want...

For such, I’m afraid I’ll have no more courage to pick up my sword!

Carrying Blood Sea Hatred, how dare I speak of love!"

His low voice, together with the sound of the instrunt, made hearts ache!

"Wuwuwu, so sad!"

"What kind of pain has he endured!"

"Suddenly feeling like crying!"

Even Anmusi was deeply moved!

Firstly, the sound of the instrunt was flawless!

Secondly! That deep, magnetically sad voice contrasted sharply with the love-expressing lody of "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix"!

One is love, the other is sadness!

The two, fused together, made tears flow involuntarily!

And at this mont, Zhang Fan slightly raised his head: "Sadly, it’s all too late now!"

And at this instant, blood spurted from Zhang Fan’s mouth!

The pure white, immaculate snowflakes were suddenly stained red!

Witnessing this, countless people’s eyes popped wide!

Countless girls stood up directly.

Their eyes beca misty and quickly condensed!

Crystal tears flowed instantly, coursing down their cheeks, and fell with a thud!

"Is he hurt?"

"Why has it co to this? Wasn’t he perfectly fine just now?"

"That grace in wielding a sword, how could anything have happened!"

"Wuwu..."

"My heart aches!"

And at this mont, He Shanyuan, standing by the bed, drew a sword and slowly walked towards Zhang Fan!

Zhang Fan slightly raised his head, on his pallid face appeared a forced smile.

"You needn’t do anything, I’ll die!"

That calm voice, together with that pale face, made countless hearts suddenly tighten!

"Will die? What do you an will die?"

"Hmm, probably just the ti for one piece of music!" Zhang Fan chuckled lightly, his gaze fell on the figure on the bed, his fingers beca increasingly forceful.

The love expressed through the music grew ever stronger!

But the bright red blood, how could it ever warm one’s heart.

"Aren’t you the strongest Sword Saint, how could you die! I don’t believe it!" He Shanyuan roared, he stepped forward quickly, thrusting a sword into Zhang Fan’s shoulder.

"Pfft!"

Instantly, Zhang Fan’s shoulder was rapidly stained red with blood.

And at this mont, countless people roared.

"You bastard, what do you intend to do!"

"Why don’t you dodge!" He Shanyuan questioned, face full of disbelief!

Zhang Fan smiled indifferently, his gaze shifted from the figure on the bed to He Shanyuan: "I’m sorry, if it weren’t for , Lian’er wouldn’t be like this! If this could make you feel better, you may do as you wish!"

Witnessing this, countless hearts trembled!

"Idiot, fool, dodge! What do you an by ’you may do as you wish’? Just do what you want, huh!" A foreign woman at the scene shouted in Chinese.

And at this mont, He Shanyuan suddenly roared: "Do as I wish? Do as I wish? Hahaha! Damn your ’do as you wish’! Isn’t Lian’er lying here because of you?"

Speaking thus, He Shanyuan lifted his sword hand again!

And at this mont, Zhang Fan spat out another mouthful of blood!

"Indeed, it’s because of , that’s why I’m here! Just want to see Lian’er one last ti!" Zhang Fan smiled wretchedly, his body swayed at this mont too!

"Can I ask you sothing?" Zhang Fan asked softly!

Without waiting for He Shanyuan to speak, he continued: "Will you support , allow

to finish this piece of music, is that okay?"

The request made countless people shed tears!

The sobbing grew stronger!

"Support? Has his body already been injured to such an extent?" A low voice sounded!

"Why should I!" He Shanyuan roared.

However, at this mont, Zhang Fan’s body slowly fell!

"Ah!"

An exclamation suddenly rang out!

And at this mont, He Shanyuan stepped forward, suddenly grabbing Zhang Fan’s shoulder.

"Thank you!"

Three words, soft as a mosquito’s voice!

And at this mont, the sound of the instrunt also grew increasingly faint!

As if the final low notes were about to be swept away by the wind.

As the music concluded, Zhang Fan’s faint voice rose slowly: "If there is no sword in my hand, I can’t protect you. If I keep holding the sword, I can’t embrace you tightly!

If there is a next life, I wish to beco a stone bridge, enduring five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, five hundred years of rain, just hoping you would pass over the bridge!"

"Ding!"

The instrunt string snapped!

Crisp! As if a heart shattered!

That sound made everyone’s heart tremble!

In the next mont, countless people surged towards the stage, all crowding at the edge, their eyes fixed on Zhang Fan’s weakened figure.