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Short nights and long songs

Who's the king of the bell in the middle of the night

The lantern wild wine is in full swing

The bronze cup was handed over to the middle shadow of the cup

Raise a glass and sigh without knowing what to expect

Mistaken recognition of a family member in a foreign country.

The small bridge flows, and the night shadow of the flower boat has a singing voice.

It's a good scene.

There are maids who call softly, and there are drinkers who drink loudly.

There is a fisherman in the bow of the boat, in this downtown single port, fishing for a person, the back is lonely, and there are few clothes.

On the flower boat, a poor Confucian drank bitter wine alone, raised a glass to the moon, and drank alone to form a trio.

"Old man, have a drink, inferior bitter wine. Confucian raised his glass to the fisherman, as if he was dazzled, and felt that there were old people in front of him.

The two were 100 meters apart, and they didn't know how this drunken drunk saw the fisherman.

Of course.

In this world of cultivation, it is not surprising that the eyes are like torches.

The fisherman glanced up, didn't see anything unusual, and waved his hand.

He had a gourd in his hand, took a sip, and then did not look back, and then waved his hand, that posture was for fear of disturbing what kind of fish to take the bait.

Shake the rod in your hand a little and continue fishing.

The two of them looked strange, but they were extremely normal.

Tap, tap, tap.

In the midst of all the noise of the port, there was a very discordant sound, like the steel mecha swishing on the ground, or like the impermanence seducing the soul at midnight, emitting the piercing sound of the soul.

The fishing rod in the fisherman's hand trembled slightly.

The rod was raised, but it was empty.

The fisherman didn't feel a pity, so he took the bait again and waited quietly.

It was as if the voice didn't exist.

The dark river reflects the light and shadow on the flower boat, and the shadow is full of shadows, just like the thousands of lonely souls hidden in the river.

When I think so.

Tick, tick, tick.

Apparently something had crawled out of the river, ticking and ticking, and I don't know if it was water or some other liquid that fell from the body and smashed on the planks with great regularity.

The fisherman was indifferent.

On the shore, a dark shadow appeared in the stern of the ship.

Like a ghost, silently surrounded the fisherman.

Although there were two of them, the momentum was superb, and for a while the river that was still flooding was as calm as ever.

Looking at the posture, today's night fishing is doomed to be fruitless.

On the shore is a general, covered in armor that wraps his body, and the armor is covered with cloud patterns, each of which is extremely fine, and the person who created this armor should be a master of the world.

At this time, the armor lines on the general's body were as if they had drunk all the blood, and the stripes were extremely vivid, and the mutual protection and hooking up were actually a lifelike tiger head.

The tiger roared into the sky, and the tiger's body filled the entire armor, which was impressive for a while.

And the strangest thing is the pair of forty-three yard feet like mechas.

No wonder they walk and tap.

At this time, General Bigfoot was dragging a spear in his hand, and the spear reflected the light on the flower boat, and the cold light was dazzling.

Compared to the aggressiveness of General Bigfoot.

The man at the stern of the boat was extremely quiet.

He was just dressed in an ordinary night suit, a black silk scarf was tied behind his head casually, and his eyes were not as staring at the fisherman as if he were facing a great enemy like the bigfoot general.

He looked at Huazhou, and his eyes reflected the singing and laughing, and he seemed to yearn for it very much.

Each of them was too thin, like a bamboo pole, and the fisherman's night fishing boat seemed to be unable to bear the weight of two people.

At this time, it is dazzling with the waves, and it looks like it will overturn at any time.

"I'm longing for it. Thin bamboo pole said.

No one answered.

The thin bamboo pole was stunned for a moment, and looked at the general in the port.

The two looked at each other in the void.

Shot at the same time.

It was a blatant assassination.

The battle ended quickly, quietly.

The singing on the boat is still there, but the fisherman is gone.

The fishing boat kept rocking, and she was the only one who witnessed and knew what had just happened.

The fisherman went ashore.

He carried a fishing rod, and the line that had been empty was not empty, but a pair of human heads.

Blood was dripping to the ground.

The boat capsized, and no one knew about the slaughter under the prosperity of the world.

The night is the best fig leaf, some people die quietly, and some people are strong silently.

The city that never sleeps?

Kindness.

It's a good place.

The fisherman stopped.

At the end of the alley ahead, a Confucian appeared.

Quietly, the fisherman's hand trembled slightly.

"Wild Immortals?" said Confucius. "My name is Tan Ma Ru. ”

The fisherman was silent.

"Nice to meet you. Tan Maru said.

"You're rejoicing too soon. The fisherman sighed and swung his rod as if he were fishing.

The action is natural, but the two heads are smashed towards Tan Maru like a meteor hammer.

Tanma waved his hand, and the folding fan was still in hand.

Brush.

Brush and brush, neatly cut through it, even the hardest skull could not resist the edge of the folding fan.

The fisherman stepped out.

Boom.

Crashed into Tan Ma Ru, but Tan Ma Ru laughed.

"Very surprised, very surprised?" Tan Ma Ru spat blood from his mouth, staring at the fisherman holding his lower abdomen.

"Water can carry a boat, and it can also capsize a boat. Tan Ma Ru opened his mouth and smiled, his teeth were covered with blood, and he smiled happily, as if he had succeeded in achieving his goal.

The screen switches to the previous moment.

General Bigfoot waved the spear in his hand, and the thin bamboo pole at the stern of the boat also stepped out, and he had a spirit weapon like a steel drill in his hand to directly pound the fisherman's vest.

The fisherman's figure just moved.

Poof, poof.

The fisherman stepped onto the shore, and the Bigfoot General and the thin bamboo pole clutched their throats and fell into the river.

The splash of the waves was a foot high.

The fisherman flicked his hook and fished out two heads.

There was blood on the line that sparked in the water.

I don't know when, this small boat was covered with transparent fishing lines, and the fishing lines were like the most terrifying killing space.

The fisherman laid a net on the fishing boat, and he was the spider waiting for the prey to take the bait.

"This is the seventeenth ......"

The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, his fishing line may be the sharpest artifact in the world, and his speed is the first in the world.

And he didn't know that on the flower boat, the Confucian who had been drinking was really watching.

The killing never stops.

That's the way the world is.

Buying and selling, killing endlessly.

Where did Confucian Sheng have the slightest drunken form on the ship at this time, and his drunkard's intention was not to drink.

And the fisherman, the heart of fishing is not a fish.

The corners of the fisherman's mouth lifted a twitch, as if he was extremely sad but with a hint of a smile.

"Shouldn't, shouldn't. The fisherman said, raising his hand slightly.

Tan Maru's face changed, and he saw the transparent silk thread in the fisherman's hand.

The silk threads condensed and formed a transparent rope.

In the middle of the rope there was an almost transparent thread.

"How did you find out?" said Tanmaru, disappointed.

"Because, realm. The fisherman touched the hat above his head. "You're still too young, I'm going to teach you a lesson today. ”

The fisherman is gone.

Confucius only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and in an instant, he turned into an ice sculpture.

He didn't see the fisherman make a move, he only felt a phantom in front of him, and as soon as he raised his hand, he felt that his whole body was frozen.

Poof.

His eyes finally moved, and when he saw his headless body fall, the folding fan in his hand was only raised fifteen degrees.

These fifteen degrees have become a perfect sound.

The fisherman walked into the darkness, and there was a human head and a half above the hook, and he was muttering something.

Kindness.

Wrong..

is a whole, two and a half ......

"Ancient Kyushu, as old, the cold light flashes the town of Kyushu, the bones of other towns, bury the soul of loyalty, the moon and the cold sky are the same autumn......"

I want to talk about "There is a Dragon Hidden in the Body" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~