There was a man walking in the snowflakes, humming a little song happily, secretly thinking about going home quickly, the weather was too cold on this dog day, as if God was going to finish the snow for ten years tonight.

The man is used to licking blood from the knife edge, and has been wandering and wandering, not daring to start a family, and finally got a job in Jiankang, and he has no scenery like the Tiqi of other guards.

But you can find peace of mind.

After all, he is also a person from Beizhen Fusi, who else dares to go through his old accounts, isn't it?

But men, there must be a thought, so the man took out his savings and ransomed himself for a good woman who was willing to be good on the bank of the Qinhuai River, snuggled up to each other, and lived a makeshift life.

As for feelings, they don't exist.

She needs her own money to warm up in this cold winter, and she needs her body to warm her heart in this cold winter.

Thinking of this man, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

When I got home, I had to press the white flower's body for a few times, maybe the two of them would break up at some point, and it took so many moments, how could I get back if I didn't do it a few times.

The man felt a little warmer and walked more diligently.

This mother-in-law who is likely to not be able to support her family, although she is a little affectionate, I have to say that during the days in the Qinglou, she had something that ordinary women could not have.

It is indeed a very happy thing to be with her when it rains in Wushan.

Happy enough to remind me of the thing I did in Chaozhou back then, that little girl was really comfortable, but unfortunately she couldn't survive and died in the end, which is a pity.

The man didn't notice that the snowflakes between heaven and earth stopped for a moment.

A sudden feeling of warmth in the neck.

The man instinctively reached out and touched a handful in front of his eyes, taking advantage of the snowlight, the man saw the blood in his hand clearly, and was instantly frightened, and he was about to pull out the narrow embroidered spring knife hidden in his waist with his backhand.

Grunt.

Disheveled.

It was a very slight sound, the big head smashed into the snow, and a delicate plum blossom bloomed on the snow, and the man still looked at the sky with wide frightened eyes.

The young man holding the sword appeared next to the corpse like a ghost, staring at the head of the man who had lost his breath, shaking his head and saying: "Heavenly reincarnation, this sword is the unjust soul of the five members of the Chaozhou family, and the curse of the girl who was raped to death by you." ”

The young man holding the sword turned and left, his feet not touching the wind and snow.

Two people rushed out of the shadows, quickly disposing of the corpses and bloodstains at the scene.

The snow fell, and everything was gone.

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Xu Ming is a veteran and a deserter.

He has experienced three Yanyun wars, and when Danzhou collapsed this year, Xu Ming refused the invitation called Junziqi, relying on the experience he had saved for many years in the sixteen states of Yanyun, he fled back to the south from the sixteen states of Yanyun that were full of northern barbarian iron horses, and changed his identity to lurk among the ruffians and hooligans in Jiankang, intending to do something big.

He was tired of the war.

Most importantly, he doesn't want to die yet.

But after a lot of calculations, he didn't expect that he would finally fall into the hands of Nanzhen Fusi, and he didn't expect that when he was about to be secretly executed by Nanzhen Fusi, Fang Thirteen appeared.

So he changed from a deserter to a cavalry of the North Town Fusi.

It's just not on the table.

But Xu Ming was very satisfied, at least as the Fusi Tiqi of Beizhen, no one dared to kill himself again, only for his own sake.

He looked forward to Jiankang day and night that there would be no strangers.

Just save money every month, or occasionally blackmail some well-off families, and then resign from the ministry of Fusi Tiqi in Beizhen, buy a small yard in Jiankang City, and raise a few maids for a lifetime.

After all, it is the prosperous age of the empress, who doesn't want to be comfortable?

It's just that everything is unsatisfactory, and there are still strangers in Jiankang after all, and now Beizhen Fusi and Jiankang Mansion are involved.

Xu Ming had a bad premonition, especially after going to the county government tonight to dispose of the corpse of Li Ruyu for the hundred households, Xu Ming felt more and more that this Jiankang City was too stunned.

If you can be a deserter from Yanyun, why can't you be a deserter from Beizhen Fusi?

The world is big, and the small life is the biggest.

No matter how much money you save, you have to spend it.

Especially after seeing the sword-hugging young man blocking the road in the wind and snow, Xu Ming didn't think about it, turned around and ran.

Invincible.

It was his first thought.

Although he learned some advanced kung fu from a certain family general in Danzhou, the young man holding the sword stood there, suddenly like a high mountain, which made people awe and fear.

Xu Ming wanted to run, but he didn't want to die.

People who don't want to die still die after all.

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He Xiaoer cherishes the current days very much, he grew up in Jiankang since he was a child, he was filial to his parents, but he had no choice but to raise his son and not wait, when he relied on his skills from the market to climb and roll, and took the line of Fang 13 to become the Beizhen Fu Si Ti Ride, his father had passed away, leaving only his elderly mother paralyzed in bed.

There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time.

The wife who was a little beautiful couldn't stand serving the old woman day and night, and was teased by a ranger, so she eloped with her, and she didn't know where she went.

After He Xiaoer was sad, he was a little desperate for women, and he didn't think about looking for it again in the past two years.

I just thought that when I had saved enough money, I would resign from the ministry of Beizhen Fusi, wait for my mother to drive the crane, and then become a Taoist monk and wash away the sins of human life on my hands.

Although he was ordered to kill someone, He Xiao'er finally felt that he had become an executioner.

Pushing open the door and walking into the courtyard, thinking that my mother might think of the night, I walked into the dimly lit room, squeaked, and asked before I entered, "Mother, are you awake-"

He Xiaoer lifted his feet, and he was stunned before he landed.

In the house, the mother slept peacefully, but a young man holding a sword sat in front of the lamp, his eyes were cold, "He Xiaoer? ”

He Xiaoer pressed the knife silently: "I am." ”

The young man holding the sword nodded, his cold gaze faded, and it was rare to be a little gentle, "Originally, you should be like those two people, and become a corpse at this moment, but for the sake of your bedridden mother, I won't kill you, just leave Jiankang with your relatives, and go as far as possible." ”

He Xiaoer put down his hand weakly.

When the young man with the sword went out, he left a sentence: "Your eloped wife was abandoned by the ranger in Shuzhou, and now she is lonely, almost reduced to a female trick, no one is wrong, she is just a ghost for a while, you can go to her, in Shuzhou Yunfeng Street." ”

He Xiaoer was stunned for a long time, looking at the night pot, he actually helped his mother get up at night?

sighed, Brother Fang, I'm sorry.

On a snowy night, there was a man walking in the wind and snow with his mother on his back, waiting for the city gate to open in the early morning to leave Jiankang, and the old woman who woke up was not very conscious, and said Xiao Er, where are we going, go to find your father, my mother misses him very much.

The man said that my father is very good, don't worry too much, mother.

The old woman said again, Xiao Er, Osmanthus is a good girl, don't hook up with that vixen and break her heart, live with Osmanthus, give birth to a white fat boy, and leave an incense for our old He family.

The man snorted, tears streaming down his eyes.

Mother, it's your father who hooks up with the vixen, and you're the one who is sad.

If the child is not filial and cannot take good care of you, the child will take you to find your daughter-in-law, as long as she is willing, the child is willing to serve with her under your knees for the rest of your life.

The child forgave her.

The young man holding the sword stood on the roof, and the snowflakes paved him into a snowman, but he quietly looked at the figures of the old man and the young man on the long street, and it took a long time to say that it was boring.

The snowflakes fell, and the sword-hugging youth disappeared.

The heavy snow has annihilated all the good and evil in the world.