Ye Fei's eyes widened, and the wine oozed out of his nostrils little by little...

Yan Feng also stared at Ye Fei's wide-eyed expression of wanting to eat people...

Brother Ye? Could it be that he once fell in love with someone else's wife? Yan Feng asked stunned. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Fei came to his senses and swallowed his saliva: "Ed... Brother Yan, you are polite, my brother doesn't have this great dream for the time being, I'm just curious, looking at you like this, you're quite handsome, why do you like to nibble on old bacon?

Old bacon? Forehead... If you pay attention to your wording, she is nominally a teacher, but in fact she is a year younger than me. It's just that he married the master to repay the grace of saving his life.

Yan Feng showed a melancholy look, and the wine in his arms was exhausted, and the pain was endless.

Ye Fei sighed: I see, so you decided to possess it after falling in love? That's not going to be all over the place, is it?

Yan Feng's eyes showed a fierce light, and his murderous aura suddenly appeared, which frightened Ye Fei so much that the wine glass fell to the ground, and he hurriedly changed his words: You have to get it~ You must have your reason for killing people, right? Damn it,!

Yan Feng was silent for a long time and said: What about the same door? What about the division? A group of wolf-hearted beasts, who have never treated me as a human being, one disciple can be passed on by the master himself, and the second disciple can also be taught by the senior brother to practice martial arts, and I am just a three-seat disciple who can't pay the school fee, so I can only do miscellaneous work in the master's door, and I can only watch the senior brother practice the sword once a month. Hmph, I am a wild child that the master picked up by the Yellow River, so naturally no one cares about it. I believe in fate, but I don't accept it. Therefore, I practiced the sword more diligently and vigorously than ordinary disciples.

Ye Fei laughed three times and said: Okay! A good believer in fate, do not accept fate, people want me to die, I don't die, I don't die, I will come out in the end, and the child will not cry until dawn! Come, have a drink

Ye Fei listened to his words, resonating from the bottom of his heart. Because, they may be the same people.

Yan Feng seemed to be arrogant, and hurriedly patted Ye Fei on the shoulder and said, "Okay!" Readily! It's been a long time since it's been this refreshing! I, an executioner who kills people like hemp, deceives teachers and destroys ancestors, can actually meet friends in this prison, there is wine and meat, why bother in life!

The other prisoners in the cell saw Ye Fei and the living dead calling him brothers, drinking and talking, all talking about murder and ancestor destruction. In an instant, I was creepy, and I took care of myself and the author lay down and pretended not to hear anything.

Ye Fei smiled: Say! Brother Yan, if I were you, I would take my lover away and fly away to find a place where no one was around, and you would be able to slaughter so many people in your sect with one sword or two swords? It seems that your martial arts are unpredictable, at least if you don't say that you have reached the peak, right? It's hard enough, right?

Yan Feng simply lay down and looked at the ceiling and lazily dragged his throat and said: You said this, I don't know it, but there is no chance, she is too kind-hearted, only she treats me as a human being, only she will make winter clothes for me and shoes for me. If life goes by like this, it will be fine, I would rather just look at her from a distance and smile. But later!

Yan Feng's eyes became fierce and violent: Later! My pig and dog are not as good as the master, what kind of Miao Jiang secret art is practiced, and she is killed alive! If she hadn't died! I will not see through the world, and I will seek death to find her, and only where there is her can there be love and warmth.

Ye Fei burst into tears. I don't know if it's for this pair of hard-working mandarin ducks or for this troubled world.

Ye Fei stood up, and a little sunlight shone obliquely from the window, so that Ye Fei blocked it with his hand. Zhengsedao: You are wrong, you are really wrong, if I were her, I don't want you to seek death, I want you to live well, every day big fish and meat, wives and daughters in groups, live to more than 100! This is the best way to love her, not to ask you to go to the so-called underworld and sing Yellow Springs songs with her.

Yan Feng's body began to tremble, his eyes were as sharp as if they were about to erupt, but Ye Fei looked at him as steadily as Mount Tai and said word by word: The best expression of love is to make the person you love good! Have a good life, a good mood, do you want to live up to her kindness to you?

Yan Feng's body trembled more and more slowly, and then he lay down heavily, and the tears on his face crossed his entire cheeks, like a long-dormant rain falling on the earth.

Ye Fei didn't look at him, he took care of himself and leaned against the door of the prison with a wine jug and sang softly: When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year it is tonight, I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be chanjuan for thousands of miles...

It was quieter in the cell. The long-lost tears slowly stopped, and the earth reappeared in a new color