Facing the rising sun, Huangfu Qingming took a deep breath, this era of countless lives or blood patchwork, people don't have time to feel sad, they feel extremely sad.

Step by step, the roe deer walked towards the man who slowly untied the linen cloth that was guarding the tombstone.

"Let me see who you are." Huangfu Qingming said, turned his head, and looked at this roe deer whose body was not inferior to his deer, and was stunned for a moment, it didn't seem to be the face in Huangfu Qingming's mind.

Maybe this man, even at whose hands he died, made thousands of arrangements.

But only the young man in front of him, Huangfu Qingming really had no impression.

"Forgot about it? We fought each other in Qingdao, and you slaughtered two of my brothers. The roe deer said coldly, looking at the emperor who still hadn't put him in his eyes, a little angry.

"There are more people I slaughtered in Qingdao, who can remember this, what is your name?" Huangfu Qingming smiled, as if the chips were still in his hands, although he could be regarded as the end of the crossbow at the moment, it was more than enough to solve the guy in front of him who was not a practitioner at first glance.

"Roe deer."

"Roe deer?" Huangfu Qingming muttered, and suddenly said: "Today, my Huangfu Qingming may die, but it is absolutely impossible to die in the hands of a child like you, the eagle was pecked blind by the eagle, that is a joke, but not reality." ”

"I want to try." The roe deer said, slowly touched his waist, and took out the dagger without reservation, in the face of this Huangfu Qingming, who he didn't know what the chances were, the roe deer didn't want to leave any so-called room for a moment.

Huangfu Qingming smiled, and the laughter grew louder and louder, until finally he reached the point of some madness.

"Come on." Huangfu Qingming waved his hand slightly, full of provocation.

The roe deer clenched the dagger tightly and stepped out violently.

Can a rabbit bite people at the end of the day, can it bite people out of internal injuries? It depends on a lot of things.

Zhuo Lianhu, who was looking up at the sky, shook his body violently, and slowly opened his eyes, the pain in his body made Zhuo Lianhu forget what to think, and his hand lightly touched his throat, which made Zhuo Lianhu faint, and the wound on his chest hurt as if someone had opened a big hole.

Perhaps this is 一∽dǐng∽diǎn∽小∽ say, .↖.⊙os_ (); Let's go back to the light for the last time.

Zhuo Lianhu crawled hard, looking for the figure of Huangfu Qingming, but saw a fool without hesitation challenging something that he could not surpass in his life, Zhuo Lianhu was stunned, and stood up very firmly, although he kept spitting out something called blood in his mouth.

Walking down one floor from the rooftop to reaching the place he carefully selected, this was undoubtedly the longest and longest road Zhuo Lianhu had walked in his life, and even Zhuo Lianhu didn't know how he walked it, or climbed it.

The sun had just risen, and the whole neighborhood was full of laziness, and no one noticed this Zhuo Lianhu, who seemed to be filming some kind of movie.

The corridor was still a mess, and the Qiu He Bajie, who had not yet lost his breath, had long since disappeared, and as for where he went, Zhuo Lianhu didn't care, and slowly opened the door.

The woman brewing the jasmine tea was still sitting there, and Zhuo Lianhu didn't know how long she had been waiting, maybe an hour, or a lifetime.

The woman heard the door open, but did not speak, only sniffed lightly at the smell of blood.

Zhuo Lianhu sat in the position where the emperor was sitting, and he couldn't control the unstoppable blood in his mouth, staining the floor red, he knew how difficult it was for her to clean up once.

"I'm back." Zhuo Lianhu's voice was extremely hoarse, but he could still make out Zhuo Lianhu's voice.

The woman suddenly laughed, like the jasmine flower, and the smile was particularly fascinating, as if she had finally waited for what she was waiting for.

This smile, if it is said to be the last picture of Zhuo Lianhu's life, Zhuo Lianhu must die without regrets.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, so long." Zhuo Lianhu said tremblingly, tears falling into the cup like raindrops, making this cup of jasmine tea extremely bitter, making people unable to take a sip.

"It's not long before you do." The woman seemed to notice something, and groped her way towards Zhuo Lianhu.

Finally, her hand touched Zhuo Lianhu's face, but it was wet, bloody, or tired, she only felt that the man in front of her was crying like a child, crying like a girl.

Zhuo Lianhu gently touched the hand and hissed exhaustedly: "Jasmine, I can't take you away." ”

The woman smiled, wiped the tears from the man's face, and said softly: "What stupid words, haven't you already taken me away?" ”

Zhuo Lianhu howled and cried, and finally stopped making a sound, maybe no one in Beijing, or in all of China, would have thought that this man would end the curtain in such a way.

Crying like a, she died in the arms of a woman.

The cup fell, shattered, and fell to the ground, as well as the jasmine tea and Zhuo Lianhu's tears.

The woman touched his face gently, and a few hot tears dripped down his face, and she knew he wouldn't open his eyes again.

"You've taken me away." The woman covered her mouth and cried bitterly, a suffocating sadness swept in, making people want to stop and difficult to let go.

On the rooftop.

The roe deer staggered to his feet, his hands were a little clenched to this dagger, and the Huangfu Qingming in front of him was still standing like that, and he didn't know if it was the illusion of the roe deer, but he always felt that the body of the Huangfu Qingming was also swaying.

"Some fools won't understand until they die that they can't get anything back." Huangfu Qingming said word by word, this time he didn't wait for the roe deer to kill again, he rushed directly to the roe deer, and landed on the roe deer's stomach with a fierce punch, snatched the dagger from the roe deer's hand, and spared no effort to stab the roe deer's chest.

The whole world was quiet in an instant, and the roe deer that had been beaten fell down, looking at the sky like Zhuo Lianhu, but his eyes were full of chagrin, and he didn't want to die with this heavy regret.

Stretching out his blood-trembling hand, trying to touch this day, his mind flashed through his life, and the roe deer found that he could not think of anything, perhaps this is the saddest place, but in the end, the picture is frozen on the water tower of the slum.

He thought of his two brothers, his woman, of what the world owed him and was not going to pay back.

A line of hot tears flowed, and the roe deer could not save the last dignity of a man, and cried.

The life of a king is often full of sadness, and the same is true for the little people.

Life, always tell sù a person, the person who misses him for a lifetime, will not see, no matter how much he thinks.

The roe deer wiped away his tears, roared angrily, stood up with all his strength, pulled out the dagger in his chest, stabbed it straight into the stomach of the shocked Emperor Fu Qingming, and then fell.

This life is over.

The roe deer lay on the ground, and did not even have the strength to turn over and look up at the sky, and his hands were still clenched into fists, beating the ground in disobedience, which was the roe deer's last struggle.

The roe deer died, and a story ended.

This is the world, this era, how many such stories are there?

Huangfu Qingming was a little incredulous, he didn't believe that the roe deer would stand up again, let alone give him a knife, staring blankly at the dagger that was deeply stabbed into his abdomen, Huangfu Qingming smiled gloomily.

Supporting his trembling body, he came to his own tombstone that had been with him for many, many years, and used the dagger with the blood of himself or roe deer to carve the three words Zhuo Lianhu with great difficulty.

Huang Fuqing meditated on what he was leaving behind, or what he still wanted to do, but found that he had no strength left, so he could only let the blood flow in his abdomen and lie on the tombstone, maybe his life would be over.

One night passes, and three stories end.

Maybe from their point of view, they didn't do anything wrong, but they still did it wrong, or lost, if they dragged it hard, maybe this is the charm of this era, which makes people perish in struggle.

The end of the three stories, like a fuse, completely ignites the fireworks in Beijing.

"Boss Zhuo is dead!" Li Anshi said in disbelief, looking at Ma Gotian's expression as if he was joking.

Ma Gotian slightly diǎn diǎn head, this look is not the first time he has seen it today, and even he could not accept the fact that Zhuo Lianhu died at first, until he saw the corpse, Ma Gotian's mood completely sank.

Li Yuan also stood with red eyes, as if no one had made any preparations for this ending.

Finally, the news that the paper can't hold the fire is like riding the wind, instantly blowing all over the entire city of Beijing, and everyone is deeply shocked, thinking about how the incomparably huge Zhuo family will respond.

But the giant crocodile lying in the water did not make any movement, or even did not respond, even for Zhuo Lianhu's funeral, the Zhuo family did not send any characters, and only handed it over to a woman surnamed Zhuo to deal with.

Whether sad or lonely, these things are obviously not the concern of those who like to join in the fun, but what they really care about is who killed Beijing's victorious general.

Although the death is not a good thing, this shocking news is enough for some big people in Beijing to digest for a while.

But who can see those three sad stories? There are too many, too many stories that can still shine after being worn out by time, and they have completely disappeared from people's field of vision, what is it that buries them.

Some people say it's this era, and some people say it's human nature.

But no matter how sentimental the story is, it can't stop the gears of the times, the turntable still continues, and the grievances are also extended, only some sentimental people who are ruthlessly abandoned by this era stop and watch, and think of something with emotion, but it is very sad that no one speaks, maybe one day, they will become such a story.