(The tenth weak female revenge master and apprentice love and hate poison doctor killer in the tenth month of the decade)

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Dongdu was originally the base camp of their sect, but it was only at this time that the big guys could get together.

There are not many people in this door, and all of them are collected by the door owner himself, either lonely or outcast, in short, none of them have been raised in the blessed nest. Most of them don't know their parents, their hometown, their relatives and friends - they only know the owner.

Although the master of the door said that he brought them, they were scattered in the side, and these people rarely knew what was going on. There are not many people who often see each other and are familiar with each other, and now they have such an opportunity to get together, and many of them are actually meeting for the first time, or they have dealt with each other and now know that they are brothers in the same school.

Such a group of people were nurtured and taught by the master of the door, and they were soaked in bitter water half to death, and they happened to meet such a great savior as the master of the door, and since then they have lived as a person, so only his old man is the head of the horse - if he has an order, which one will not listen?

The phoenix was originally in Luoyang, and the others came in ten days and a half months, but there was only one soul-chasing seven-string Si Qingyan who took a month to come. It is said that she turned her back on her teacher to find a way to make a living, and she was considered an outsider after two years of no news. But I don't know what method she used to get the consent of the door master, and she joined the sect again, and she became the tail behind her.

Phoenix thought that the grudge between himself and Si Qingyan was already a thing of the past, and he resolutely let it go, but Si Qingyan couldn't.

In the end, Phoenix is the first and unforgettable man she loves, and she can't let go.

However, even if she went to stay by his side at this time, Phoenix no longer lost her temper with herself and no longer spoke ill of her, which made her even more uncomfortable - this polite decision was not because he had a good impression of him after not seeing him for half a year, but because he really didn't care about himself, and Yan'er seemed to be dispensable to him.

Si Qingyan felt that he had almost become a madman.

Half of her didn't want him to be mean and vicious, spewing poisonous flames to provoke her sadness, and the other half wanted to prove that she still had a place in his eyes through those mean and vicious words.

But now, he simply didn't say anything about the "shameless, Israeli, smiling, and being willing to be obscene" on his lips. Si Qingyan understood: Now he is really dead in his heart.

Some people say that there are many ways for people to die, the most common and the most obvious of which is to die and return to dust, and the most complete is that the last person who remembers him forgets him - however, for the soul chasing seven-string Si Qingyan, there is no need to wait for the last person who remembers her, only one phoenix is enough.

What do other people have to do with themselves?

Does it matter if others remember?

It doesn't matter to her what others think or say, but Phoenix, it's only him Lin Muqing!

Qing Yan only wanted him to remember himself, if not firmly engraved in his heart, he had to never forget it, turning himself into a wisp of fragrance lingering on the tip of his tongue, a small cinnabar mole lingering on his chest, and a gentle name that appeared from time to time when he closed his eyes—no need to spend a long time, only the occasional thought.

However, he couldn't remember himself anymore, it really made her desperate, and he didn't care.

At this time, Si Qingyan felt that he was dead - not only did he no longer belong to the entire man he once loved, but now he couldn't even keep the last trace of hatred, as if he was a stranger who didn't bother to waste a glance.

This blunt and distant attitude made her doubly uncomfortable. The two were pushed by fate and struggled powerlessly, and they were caught off guard and became the situation they are today, their lovers have become old people, old people have become enemies, and now they are not even strangers. How do you call her not to be sad?

However, Si Qingyan still settled everything to see Lin Muqing, and was willing to bear this sadness.

It can be regarded as her own infatuation, but she still has an outstanding character over the years, and there are indeed a few good men who treat her sincerely, and even if she can't be a lady, it will be at least a lifetime of grace to take her back. However, she was born by herself, and she couldn't get over that hurdle in her heart.

She can't let go of the phoenix, they all say that people are the most affectionate when they are young, they know the wine when they are drunk, and they know how important they do when they love. Therefore, when the high-ranking and powerful man stood on the willow bank to say goodbye to her, knowing what he planned in his heart, Si Qingyan still unswervingly refused.

At that time, Gusu City was in early spring in February.

The scenery inside and outside the city is intoxicating: the village is near the water, the city is surrounded by mountains, you can see the wine flags waving in the wind everywhere, the temples filled with cigarette smoke everywhere, and the pavilions and pavilions in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are hazy and gentle, adding a sense of tenderness; At this time, the rain is clear and the sky is clear, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the flowers on the street and the riverside are splendid, but it is the spring blooming, the magnolia is budding, the red plum is gorgeous, and the bees and butterflies are frolicking. Let people only feel the breeze blowing on their faces, and the willows are delicate.

There is no shortage of small bridges and flowing water, and apricot blossoms in deep alleys; There is no shortage of warblers singing and dancing, and the beauty is picturesque.

But when these things grow, some people want to leave sorrow and hatred.

"Can you pay it back?" This man stood tall and tall, with stiff eyebrows - he was a great general who galloped freely on the battlefield and slashed with his sword.

When he put on his armor, he was majestic and majestic, and a spear in his hand picked up the heads of his opponents; Dressed in a robe, he was also heroic and unusual, carrying a long knife with a short handle and cutting everyone's necks. The masculine temperament forged in the march is really not something that can be buried in a brocade dress, and it is as strong as a loose wherever it stands. It's really a man who is extremely eye-catching everywhere!

Si Qingyan secretly admired, knowing that he was very sincere, so he was also quite touched, and said softly: "If there is still a life left, then come back." ”

The silky willow branches gently swept her cheeks, itchy, but very comfortable, but she heard him ask, "What are you doing when you come back?" He had a smile in his eyes, stubble on his face, and the rest was a mess of affection that could not be dissolved.

It's been a year, and this person has never been willing to buy her a **, let alone have the slightest contempt for her.

The majestic man who is only on the battlefield has always been wooden and rigid when he arrives at her, and he will only drink a pot of light wine on the seven strings she plays, and he will slightly frown at what she sings, "The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy and you don't know".

This is a man who has been drunk on the battlefield since he got a gun, laughing and talking about life and death!

He acted very neatly, and that killing intention carried Liangzhou's swords, guns, swords, halberds, Jin Ge iron horses, drums and horns contended, and swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger, but it was not this silk bamboo orchestra, Yingge Yan Dance Pinjin Grotto dared to erase.