That winter, the snowflakes were fluttering, the cold plum was waiting to be released, she sat in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, the jade fingers were lightly plucked, and she played a song 'Zhu Yan Gai', the sound of the piano was still ethereal, but it was secretly cut and unadjusted and chaotic. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The boy asked her why she was unhappy.

She replied calmly: My father found me a family business, and I don't like it.

After the boy was silent for a long time, he said: If you don't like it, you can not marry.

She replied calmly again: If I don't marry, who will support me.

The young man's eyes suddenly burst out with firmness that he had never seen before, and he held her slender fingers tightly, and said: I will raise you.

The white Qiu fairy stopped talking, looked at the young man and smiled slightly.

This is the first time the teenager has seen her smile, and it is the only time, the beauty is so unique, like a spring flower, the first touch of novelty on the tip of the Xiangfei bamboo, clear and noble.

It is also like a mountain flower, a beautiful but independent green lotus, elegant and high.

That year, the boy was fourteen years old, and the fairy was eighteen years old, and the time seemed to be set forever in that year, and the piercing imprint was imprinted in the young man's mind, which will never be forgotten.

Liu Yan smiled suddenly, smiling so happily, raised his hands, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said doting and domineering: "You are mine, no one can take it away." ”

When the words fell, Liu Wei hugged her tightly in his arms again, and his masculine lips were fiercely imprinted on the petal-like cherry lips.

Cai Wenji's eyes were round, staring at the domineering Liu Bian in astonishment, and a violent masculine aura hit the bottom of her heart, her heart trembled suddenly, her face turned red, her ears were hot, and a sweet and subtle feeling appeared in her heart.

A little shyness, a little longing, a little happiness.

Cai Wenji's tense delicate body suddenly relaxed, and fell softly into Liu Yan's arms, feeling the bubbling masculine atmosphere, and a burst of indescribable numbness, wandering between the lips of the cherry blossoms, and spreading to the atrium of the fawn, directly teaching her to be obsessed and intoxicated, and forget about things and me.

After a long time, the two were separated from each other, and somehow, Cai Wenji felt a trace of reluctance in her heart, and she was embarrassed, not only blushing.

Liu Wei stared at her gently, his voice was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and he said sonorously: "Wait for me." ”

When the words fell, Liu Yan, who was as gentle as Lantian Meiyu, turned into a sharp sword in an instant, the red light slashed, the fire and wind swept through the sky, and he only heard a loud 'boom' and stepped between Wei Zhongdao's legs.

"Liu Yan, you can't die well!" A scream that was a hundred times more tragic than killing a pig came out of Wei Zhongdao's mouth.

Cao Cao, Yuan Shao and the others jumped their eyelids, their crotches trembled, and they hurriedly took more than ten steps back, and then they looked ahead with a shudder.

I saw Wei Zhongdao soaking wet, lying on the wooden board with a sallow face, a big mouth of blood with more air in and less breath, and constantly cursing something, the flesh and blood between his legs were already blurred, and he couldn't see his original appearance.

After Liu Wei Zhong Dao was resolved, the fierce light flowed, and he licked his lips bloodthirsty, and said with a smile: "Escort Yuan Shu over." ”

Yuan Shu's face changed suddenly, his legs trembled, he firmly covered his lower body, and shouted sadly: "Big brother save me!" ”

Yuan Shao waved his arm, and a strange fragrance of flowers wafted in the pavilion, which seemed to be white pear flowers, peony flowers, and a bit like blood sea flowers.

However, it is a bit specious, more like a peony-based flower, a variety of floral fragrances blended together.

"Da-da-da-" A glamorous warrior, sniffing an equally gorgeous peony flower, strode as he walked, his blood-red boots tapping on the plank, making a sharp sound like a thorn.

The children of the families who were frantically fleeing out were stunned in place for a moment, and their eager eyes greedily wandered away from every inch of his body.

When they saw a dazzling bulge between the white neck of the stunning beauty, they shuddered and got goosebumps, however, some people's eyes burst out with a more fiery light.

Zhang He, who was intoxicated by the fragrance of peony flowers, suddenly opened his long eyelashes, sniffed the peony and said, "His Royal Highness the Prince, don't come unharmed." ”

As he was talking, two blood rays exploded, one made Zhang He feel extremely fierce, and the other made Zhang He feel overwhelming fear.

The face of the beauty on the rouge list was awe-inspiring, staring solemnly at the blood-colored figure and said: "This is the killing god Bai Qi who was recruited through the 'Princely General Sutra'. ”

Liu Yan's face was even heavier than him, just because Yuan Shao walked out of the four generals behind him again, and it can be seen from their bursting qi that two are super-first-class generals, and two are first-class generals.

"Yan Liang, Wen Chou, meet His Royal Highness the Prince."

"Gao Lan, Ji Ling, meet His Royal Highness the Prince."

Liu Yan's eyes turned, and he swept over Ma Yuan, Bai Qi, and Xu Sheng in turn, and the fierce qi on the general's sword burst out, like a long and flat ghost wind, whistling away, and swept away in a faint manner.

However, after all, they are the top generals of the Eight Desolations of Kyushu, and their bodies covered with battle armor shook, and they were different and powerful, rushing out, and crushing the qi that was enough to make the legs of the third-rate generals weak.

Zhang He, as a descendant of the Gou Mang family of the Wood God Clan, encountered Bai Qi, who slaughtered them almost extinct, not only was he not afraid, but he was a little excited, and he took a long sniff of the peony flower and said: "I just broke the restriction of the Wood God bloodline and created a martial arts true intention. ”

After a pause, Zhang He's delicate cheeks rose with a raging battle intent, closed his eyes and sniffed the peony and said, "I don't know, if I will still be afraid of the white Seven Killing Sword." ”

"Bang-"

A blood-red peony exploded in the air, and a piece of beautiful and weak petals, Fenfen sprinkled it drippingly, and the blood petals that should have fallen slowly were shot out horizontally in violation of common sense, and the speed was comparable to the dragon-slaying crossbow shot by Liu Wei back then.

The fragrance of flowers is pervasive and murderous.

Liu Bian seemed to have expected this scene, and in an instant, he had already made the most appropriate arrangements: "Ma Yuan dragged Yan Liang and Wen Chou, and Xu Sheng dragged Gao Ran and Ji Ling." ”

"Bai Qi won Yuan Shu, and Xi Zhicai was in the center to support Ma Yuan and Xu Sheng."

"Ahem... Cough... Be. ”

"Yes."

Liu Yan didn't wait for a few generals to react, his right foot flew and kicked, and a purple dragon wood case was wrapped in dozens of true qi brilliant lights, like a flame slurry bursting out, and smashed into the petal whirlwind.

At the same time, Liu Bibi gathered his true qi in his arms, the glow flowed, the clouds rolled, his figure rose into the air, holding high the sword of the cadre who was scorching with blood and flames, killing Zhang He who was still closing his eyes and sniffing the flowers, and scolded secretly: Looking for death.

Zhang He's eyes suddenly opened, the cold light shone, and the jade fingers that lightly twisted the flower stem opened quickly, and the intact blood-colored peony flower, Sumeru, turned into a small petal storm that swirled and swirled, and it was crazy above the jade palm.