Spider, the symbol of the web - the net of heaven and earth, pervasive, it seems that Xiahou Yang is the killer of the assassin group of the Qin State, Wei Zhuang thought in his heart at the moment of entering the door.

The Netting Assassin Regiment, the largest and most terrifying mysterious organization, has the core killers of the Six Sword Slaves - True Gang, Broken Water, Soul Destroyer, Soul Turner, Chaos God, and Spirit.

The Six Sword Slaves had all forgotten their original names, and from the moment they got the Ancient Blade given to them by the person in charge behind the scenes, they would have only one name, and that was the name of the sword.

Within the Seven Kingdoms, the Nets weave an invisible giant net, absorbing a large number of death row prisoners and wandering swordsmen, and conducting cruel and bloody training. Cultivate them into deadly stingers, like spiders lurking in the shadows of the Great Qin Empire, always waiting for their prey to fall into the web.

Luo Wang is a sudden rise of the Assassin organization, with the ascension of King Yingzheng of Qin, the power is getting stronger and stronger, assassinating, countering, collecting intelligence, and faintly quickly becoming the world's number one assassin group.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhuang said silently in his heart: It seems that the future will not be too easy, if you offend the Qin State that will dominate the world in the future, I am afraid that you will be hunted down to the ends of the earth.

"Thank you Shaoxia for rescuing again, great kindness, toothless and unforgettable." Wang Da, the leader of the guards, led the guards to bow and salute Wei Zhuang to thank him.

"Well, who is she?" Wei Zhuang snorted lightly to indicate that he knew, and at the same time stretched out his finger, pointing to the girl who was originally held hostage by Xiahou Yang and was now standing in the lobby and could not move. Wei Zhuang only glanced at it cursory when he was dueling with Xiahou Yang just now, and found that she was just a weak woman, so he quickly looked away.

Now I found out that the girl in front of me is really a beauty embryo, although she is only in middle school in the later life, but her appearance is fresh and refined, and she begins to show the appearance of a country and a city:

That beautiful and delicate face does not have a trace of pink, but it is like agar jade, crying red eyes, pear blossoms with rain, pitiful, but it makes people feel more touching. A long black head is divided equally on both sides, and the front part is tied into a ring to make it symmetrical and self-hanging, hanging naturally on both sides, and the back part is tied with a silk scarf and left to be draped softly on the back.

A gorgeous dress is worn on her body as if it is hanging on a hanger, as beautiful as it is, gorgeous and classical, with her girlish face, a fairy who is alive.

It is rare for Wei Zhuang to see such a beautiful girl, and after experiencing thousands of talent shows in later generations, Wei Zhuang still can't help but be amazed by her beauty. Her beauty is not inferior to that of the Purple Girl and the Red Lotus.

"Shaoxia, well, I'll call you Mr. Wei Zhuang." Wang Da, the leader of the guards, felt that now that he knew the name of his benefactor, it was more respectful to call Mr. than to call Shaoxia. He went on to say:

"Mr. Wei Zhuang doesn't know, this is the young master of my concubine Snow Pavilion, the new pillar - Snow Girl. In the past, it was inconvenient for the young master to show up, and he stayed in the carriage all the time. If you are rude, please bear with me, and once again Mr. Lao will untie the acupoints of the young master, so that the young master can be free. ”

Wei Zhuang quickly came back to his senses, stepped forward and tapped lightly on the girl's body a few times, and the girl who had recovered her freedom didn't even say thank you, her eyes were red, and she turned around and ran to the guest room upstairs.

Wei Zhuang did not follow, but slowly walked to his room. He knew what was going on, Xiahou Yang was brutal and cunning by nature, he liked women, Xiuji, who didn't show up, must have been poisoned, and he had no way to bring her back to life, and he didn't want to see more of the crying and crying pictures.

Halfway through the night, the cold night was silent, Wei Zhuang didn't lie down tonight, maybe because someone died, he sat quietly on the wooden bed and meditated and vomited, waiting for the dawn to come.

A slight knock on the door came, and Wei Zhuang still closed his eyes tightly when he heard it, and said unhurriedly; "Come in, the deadbolt isn't plugged in."

"Squeak", the door opened softly, closed gently, the sound of thin footsteps got closer and closer, and stopped a meter away from the bed, Wei Zhuang opened his eyes and looked at the comer.

The person who came was the young master of the Concubine Xue Pavilion - Snow Girl, she changed into a white filial piety dress, pretty, her eyes were much more red and swollen than when she first saw her, and there were residual tears on her cheeks, she pinched the corners of her clothes nervously, timidly, the corners of her mouth squirmed, and she wanted to open her mouth to say something, but she couldn't say it.

Wei Zhuang coughed lightly, opened his mouth to break the embarrassment and said, "Snow girl, what is the matter with you coming to me in the middle of the night?" ”

"I... I think... Please do me a favor. Snow Maiden said in a trembling and hoarse voice.

"What's the matter, you say, I'll do my best." Wei Zhuang changed his indifferent tone and said a little gently, after all, as a temporary guard, his employer was attacked and killed, and he still felt a little guilty in his heart.

"I want you to take me away, leave Feixue Pavilion, I don't want to stay in that place for the rest of my life, like goods for people to watch, all day long for life to force a smile and smile, no dignity, no freedom." The Snow Maiden bit her lip and said nervously.

"Oh, you're leaving?" Wei Zhuang asked.

"Yes, I'm leaving, leaving this sad place. I'm going to find someone, a brave hero. The Snow Girl clenched her pink fists and said firmly.

"Even if you want to leave, why do you choose me, I'm an outsider, Miss Snow and I just met in Pingshui, and we're not familiar with each other, right?" Wei Zhuang asked curiously, he didn't know why the Snow Girl chose to take her away by himself, at least in his heart, Wang Da, the head of the caravan's guards, was more suitable than himself.

"My instincts tell me that you are a good person and that you can trust, and now I can only trust you, or rather trust my instincts." Snow Maiden plucked up her courage and said.

"Good guys? I? Are you sure? How I didn't see that I was a good person. Wei Zhuang couldn't believe that he would one day be praised by others as a good person, could it be that he had the word 'good person' engraved on his head. I know that according to the development of the storyline, I will become a feared killer.

"Yes, you are a good person, and I believe you will be a good person." Xue Nu looked at Wei Zhuang with complicated eyes, who in this world would say that he was not a good person, this person is really strange at the moment.

"Okay, I'm a good person in your eyes at the moment, but now I don't have a fixed place to live, and even I don't know where to go in the future. You know, I'm a swordsman, and you won't have happy days with me. Wei Zhuang explained.

"I'm not afraid, I'll learn to adapt, and once I find the place I yearn for, I'll stay and won't bother you." The Snow Maiden replied that she wanted to get out of this life, not to be a canary, a caged bird, and to pursue a free sky.

"What about Hidehime? How do you arrange, are you not afraid to leave her spirit in the sky? Wei Zhuang spoke again.

"Aunt Xiu, she... She will bless... I did this, Aunt Xiu is a native of Zhao and is buried in a small town in Zhao, which can be regarded as a return to the roots. I also hope that you can take me away after Aunt Xiu's burial, I want to watch Aunt Xiu sleep quietly and send Aunt Xiu on her last journey. Choked up when she said this, the Snow Girl was full of tears, and her crystal tears were like pearls with broken threads, and she couldn't stop falling one by one.

"Well, I promise you." Wei Zhuang nodded slightly.

"Really, you can take me away?" Snow Girl asked excitedly in surprise, originally she just tried it by luck, and the result was successful. Aunt Xiu told her: Men are ruthless, and swordsmen are even more ruthless.

"Really." Wei Zhuang affirmed. He didn't know why he agreed, maybe it was the tears of the Snow Maiden, or maybe it was the pity of human nature.

I know the ending of the Snow Girl, and the characters who have not appeared in history can only be buried in the dust of history. She and Gao gradually left the pair of hard-working mandarin ducks because of their own appearance, maybe they will never fall in love again, and everything has changed because of themselves.

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Fireworks curling, crying, a white filial snow girl sat down in front of a new grave, while burning incense, candles, paper money, tears flowed, light clothes were wet, choked to tell the past of himself and Xiuji.

The twelfth floor of the main house, one body is three thousand.

In ancient times, concubines had a thin life, and the owner did not live for many years.

Dance for the main life, send each other to Nanyangqian.

endure the garments of the Lord, and be a spring for others.

There is a sound that penetrates the sky, and there are tears that penetrate the spring.

The deceased is afraid of ignorance, and the concubine is self-pitying.

The leaves fall and the wind does not fall, and the mountains and flowers are red.

Donating the world does not wait for old age, and there is no end to concubines.

It's bearable to die, why should you be poor at the age of 100?

Are not the heavens and the earth wide? The concubine is self-tolerated.

If the deceased knows, kill him to obey.

has always been a place of singing and dancing, and the night rain is cold.

Wei Zhuang couldn't help but sound this song "Concubine Bo Life". It depicts the miserable life of the concubine, and it is also conceivable that the tragic fate of the singer and dancer who is even lower than the status of the concubine. Falling into the dust, laughing and singing, forcing laughter, pleasing others, and having no freedom.

"Let's go, don't be too sad, take care of yourself, you can come back more in the future, Xiuji's spirit in the sky will bless you, don't cry and break your body." Wei Zhuang watched her cry for almost half an hour, looked at her pale face, and opened his mouth to persuade.

Then Wei Zhuang just watched quietly, waiting, and did not try to persuade again. He knew that maybe the Snow Maiden would not have a chance to come back in the future, and even if she came back here, this little dirt bag might disappear into the passage of time.

In the troubled world, life is like a mustard, and Wei Zhuang doesn't know who will bury himself with his own hands one day in the future, maybe no one will bury himself, and it is also a kind of luck to be buried in the ground.

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There are swallows in the north forest, and the rain falls on the snow;

The wind is mournful, and it is difficult to fly than wings;

If you want to break the rain, you can't help it;

The wind is dignified, and it will never leave.

The twilight of dusk sprinkled in the grove, and quietly, Wei Zhuang and the Snow Maiden had left, and in front of the lonely green mound, only incense and candles flickered, and smoke curled.