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The word love is difficult to distinguish, some people have known each other for a hundred years, and they have no chance to fall in love, and some people are just one side, but they have been desolate

Is this called love at first sight?

After listening to this story, Ling Yan couldn't help laughing, but he couldn't help but think of many things, and in his brain, he would also think of many faces

The first warmth, the crimson face, the blood ** in the past, and the current Bijie, where is she? What about Ming'er?? Or, Su Chan? Why, to part, is it for the joy of reunion in the future?

If that's all there is to it, then the joy is worth too much

"What the hell happened to me? Why is it so painful all of a sudden? ”

Zhu Feng forced a smile, still putting on that brilliant appearance, facing Ling Yan, although he was so unnatural, he was still willing to show his smiling face to others, it seemed that this was his firm belief...

Ling Yan was half loud, but he didn't know how to answer, his heart was complicated, as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, it was not a taste

The dementor general stared at Zhu Feng for a moment, shook his head slightly, and said: "This has not escaped into the demon path, but it is very strange, perhaps, there is something that supports his thoughts."

"Is that the ** general?" Fei Lian said in a low voice

The dementor shook his head, perhaps, he used to have feelings, but now, he didn't know what feelings were, in the long killing and the cold of the armor, he had long forgotten it, forgotten in a corner, who could see it, who could know? He was confused, whether he could pick it up.

Ask how much ** hate in the world, the enemy is no match for a moment of life and death

Ling Yan stared at the white scroll in Zhu Feng's hand, and suddenly, a slight spirit entered his mind

It's as if someone is calling out to them

Ling Yan was stunned for a moment... His eyes were fixed on the scroll, and he was contemplating carefully

"This painting??"

Ling Yan lost his voice and said.

"Ling Yan, do you know the answer?" Zhu Feng, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to have regained a trace of strength, stood up, and asked Ling Yan with a chuckle, the grief no longer existed, and they returned to the bottom of Zhu Feng's heart again... Hide

"That..."Ling Yan hesitated a little, his thoughts were repeated, and his thoughts moved him: "Can you let me take a look at the scroll in your hand?"

This request may be very sudden, after all, it is the ** thing of his heart, perhaps, it is something more important than his ** life

Zhu Feng's hand tightened the scroll unnaturally, but it quickly let go violently, as if he was afraid that the scroll would hurt

His face hesitated, and he said, "Can you give me an answer?" ”

He wanted to be so miserable, he wanted to be free, he wanted to be free from this, and he stayed with her, no matter where he was, the world was so big, there was always room for him

"Hmm.." Ling Yan nodded, but he didn't feel right, why did he nod?

Zhu Feng sighed, the smile on his face resurfaced, and handed the scroll to Ling Yan without hesitation

Despite the ease of expression, his arms trembled very faintly

Ling Yan took the painting, and the moment the scroll was in his hands, Ling Yan felt that the painting was so heavy

Zhu Feng didn't speak, Ling Yan was silent, no matter who it was, he didn't speak at this time

Ling Yan touched the cold picture scroll, and the ** throbbing in his heart surged again

"Childe"

At this time, Ling Yan's brain sounded a crisp and resolute pleasant ** sound

"Who?" Ling Yan subconsciously replied in his heart

"It's me, Childe, I'm the painting in your hand" The ** voice was a little anxious

Ling Yan was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and looked at the painting in his hand... Could it be... Is it the ** general that Zhu Feng said in his mouth??

"Are you.. That's..."

"Yes, I'm the ** general who sold his paintings and asked him to paint for me..."

"Why are you here?? Why don't you turn around and reincarnate? Ling Yan felt the touch of soul in the painting, her strength was not strong, she didn't even step into the fairy realm, she was not a player, she could only be reincarnated, but she was still here, why?

Ling Yan was puzzled, very suspicious, or rather, very alarming, why? Because Zhu Fenggui is a Xuan Immortal, the breath is so strong, ordinary souls can't bear it at all, if it weren't for the fact that this picture scroll is not ordinary, I'm afraid that the soul of the ** general would have dissipated long ago, but even so, she is afraid that she will have to endure countless torments every day and night, and the strong pressure brought to her by the breath of Xuan Xian...

"Childe, after listening to Zhu Feng's story, can you also listen to a vulgar story of the little **?"

Ling Yan said: "Girl, it's okay to talk about it"

When the words fell, a sigh of extreme resentment echoed in Ling Yan's mind...

"In the imperial city of Chaoyan Heavenly Kingdom, the painters who make a living from painting are very few, the imperial dynasty has produced ** ministers, the border enemy has invaded, Chaoyan Heavenly Kingdom can be described as precarious, the imperial dynasty rebellious ministers and thieves broke the imperial city, ** killed the holy monarch, the war permeated the entire imperial city, many people were sunk in blood, crying, despair, at that time, a ** son who had just entered the age of Xuan, but to replace his elderly father, sent troops to suppress thieves, what a cruel thing should this be? ? Perhaps, ordinary people will not be able to.."

"The night the killing began, the entire starry sky dimmed, who said that ** is not as good as a man? The women also did not let the eyebrows, ** with a group of armor soldiers, killed into the palace, beheaded the thief, but, although the thief died, the chick was male, the son of the thief, has been in ambush, with the rebellion to encircle and suppress the ** son and all her armor soldiers, ** clenched his teeth, bravely took the lead, with the disabled armor to kill a bloody road, ** out of the palace, but the rebellious army is like a wild dog clenching his thighs, refusing to let go and say here, ** sound is already very excited, all the way out of the palace, ** son has gradually lost support, after turning out of the imperial wall, A sharp arrow hit the a** in the calf, and she could barely walk"

At this moment, the voice is already loud and excited, and vaguely, it reveals a heroic posture that is not inferior to a man...

Ling Yan listened attentively, just a little, but he had seen and heard like this, it was really amazing...

"But, at this critical juncture, he appeared, **Zi sighed slightly... It was a painter dressed in tatters, ** had never seen such a sloppy, such a down-and-out painter, the face ** muscle thin, almost not handsome, in this dark night, but it would make people feel very uncomfortable but, she didn't think so much at the time, wanted to open her mouth, let him help her, escape from here, but, she hadn't opened her mouth yet, but the painter panicked and helped her up, ran into the distance She opened her mouth, didn't know what to say, she didn't know, why did he save him, she didn't know, he was carrying her on her arm, When was he hit by an arrow, and the blood was left on the ground, but he didn't say a word, and fled in countless alleys, until the second half Γ of the night, he finally took her to a safe place, he let her go, and left her without any words, he couldn't see his face clearly, it was a starless, no? Because she was still on the run, if she delayed for a minute and stayed by his side for another point, it would be to bring him a killing opportunity She gritted her teeth and staggered away. br/>

"There are thousands of eyes in the world, there will always be a reflection of the **** people, no one can know, the person in your life, where will it be, where and under what circumstances will pass by you The thief died, the rebellious army was leaderless, and was exterminated one by one by the **** sent by the father of the ** son, and it will not be dispersed in the future, and the ** son has finally restored peace in the Chaoyan Heavenly Kingdom, and that ** son has also become the only ** general in the Chaoyan Heavenly Kingdom. Where is he now?? How is he doing now? She didn't know, but she was desperate to understand, and she sent everyone to find the man, however, soon after, she got the news that the painter had left"

"There are only a few painters in the imperial city, it is not difficult to find them, she remembers the bald ink **** pen hanging from his waist, the cocoon in his hand that fell because of the perennial pen, the ink ** between his fingers, the ink fragrance emitted all over her body, she remembered, but he didn't remember her.... He left, walked so suddenly, as if the world evaporated, disappeared from then on, how many nights, ** son will wake up from his sleep, his mind is constantly cranky, what happened to him, he.... Is it dead?? ”

"Not long after, the border enemy army pressed the border, and the kingdom of heaven fell into a precarious state again, and the dynasty sent the most prestigious ** general to retreat from the enemy, but she was in a trance, how could she think about this? ? Someone once said that fate is destined, yes, once the ** son didn't believe this sentence, but until, in the border city of Chaoyan Heaven, when she saw the painter again, she believed it, but unfortunately, she added another sentence: "Gray Ω Zhu br/>

**Zi knows, this battle, perhaps, she will never come back, she found that she was wrong, she should not sacrifice herself for this so-called kingdom of heaven, but it was too late, at the moment of leaving, the moment she went to the battlefield, she saw the painter again, he was still thin, but the wound on his arm was gone, his eyes were smart, quite temperamental, but his breathing was very weak, obviously, he was hungry for many days, in this troubled world, starving to death is a common thing, the woman suddenly had an urge to cry, But she restrained her impulse, she knew that she was not beautiful, she didn't want to cry, she didn't dare to cry, she wanted to show her most beautiful side in front of her beloved, she bought one of his paintings, wanted to keep it as a souvenir, at the same time, she also hoped that he could also have a painting about himself, keep it as a souvenir, so she asked him to make another painting for himself, based on his own appearance, to make a painting without uniforms, only colorful clothes, she didn't like the days of Jin Ge Iron Horse, but, She carried too much on her shoulders and sent it to her father after he was ready, in fact, this is just a lie, her father died yesterday, she just hoped that he could leave the picture scroll by himself, so that he could relive it again, that day and night, he carried her, ran all over the warmth of half the imperial city..."

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