Although it has been two shifts, their wine is stronger, and their joy is stronger, and they seem to have completely forgotten the sorrows, troubles, and pains of this world.

There was still a wine rose in the cup, and a beauty took Yan Nanfei's hand and asked, "Why do you like roses?"

He said, "Because roses have thorns." ”

The beauty asked, "Do you like thorns?"

He said: "I like to prick people, stab people's hands, and stab people's hearts. ”

The beauty's hand was stung, and her heart was also stung, she frowned, shook her head, and said, "This reason is not good, I don't like to hear it." ”

He said, "What do you like to hear?"

Then Yan Nanfei smiled and said, "Do you want me to tell you a story?"

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"It is said that a long, long time ago, when the first rose bloomed far, far away, there was a beautiful nightingale who threw herself into a pool of flowers because she loved it. ”

&The story is beautiful. The beauty's eyes were red: "It's a pity that it's too sad." ”

&Wrong! Yan Nanfei smiled even more happily: "Death is not a sad thing, as long as you die glorious and beautiful, what does it matter if you die?"

The beauty looked at the Rose in his hand, and the rose seemed to be smiling.

She looked at it stupidly, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly said softly: "This morning, I also want to send you a few roses, I spent a lot of time to tie it in my belt, but the belt has been loosened, and even the flowers can't be tied tightly, and the flowers fall and scatter, drift into the wind, and fall into the water." ”

& The water flows eastward, and those roses also go with the water, never to return. The waves of the river. It turned bright red in my sleeve. But only a piece of fragrance remains. ”

Her words are as beautiful as songs.

She raised her sleeve and said, "You smell it, I want you to smell it." As our last bit of remembrance. ”

Yan Nanfei looked at her sleeve and gently held her hand.

At this moment, the drum in the hand of the girl in red sounded louder and louder.

It's already the third watch.

& Ya Lu, not included in the night three watches, people break their souls. ”

Yan Nanfei suddenly shook off her hand.

The music also stopped suddenly.

Yan Nanfei suddenly waved his hand and said, ">."

This word is like a spell, the ghostly girl in red standing next to the sedan chair has just struck the drum in the hand of the third watch, as soon as this word is spoken, the place that was full of joy just now immediately became only two people.

Even the beauty who was stabbed by the rose is gone. Her hand was stabbed, but her heart hurt even deeper.

When the people were gone, the earth became dead again.

The town became the dead town again.

On this street, only the moonlight remained, and the dim moonlight shone on Yan Nanfei's shining eyes.

He suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Fu Hongxue with these shining eyes.

His man was drunk, but his eyes were not.

Fu Hongxue still sat there quietly, not hearing, not seeing, and not moving.

Yan Nanfei stood up.

When he stood up, he could see the sword in his hand. The handle is bright red, and the scabbard is also bright red.

Redder than roses, redder than blood.

The street, which was full of joy just a moment ago, suddenly became full of murderous atmosphere. Yan Nanfei began to walk forward. Towards Fu Hongxue.

Even though Yan Nanfei's people were drunk, his sword was not drunk.

Yan Nanfei's sword was already in his hand.

Pale hands, bright red swords.

Fu Hongxue's knife is also in hand. His knife never left his hand.

Pitch-black knives, pale hands.

Black as a knife of death. A sword as red as blood, the distance between swords and swords. It's getting closer.

The distance between them is getting closer.

The murderous aura is stronger.

Yan Nanfei finally walked in front of Fu Hongxue, and suddenly drew his sword, the sword light was as brilliant as the sun, but it was as beautiful as the rose sword qi in the sun.

Fu Hongxue still didn't hear, didn't see, and didn't move.

The sword light swept by, and a doorbell a few feet away was broken, falling like a beauty's tears, making a crisp sound.

Then the sword light suddenly disappeared.

The sword was still there, in Yan Nanfei's hand, Yan Nanfei looked at Fu Hongxue strangely, and said, "Why don't you do it!" ”

Fu Hongxue said: "I never waste time on boring people!" ”

Yan Nanfei said: "But you have been waiting for me here for three hours!" ”

Fu Hongxue took out the flaming red needle he got from Madam Luo and said, "I just want to know, is this needle yours?" Also, you say you know who my father-killer is? ”

Even this dark night did not hide Fu Hongxue's bright eyes at all.

Yan Nanfei said: "I can tell you that this needle is not mine. However, as long as you compete with me and win against me, I will tell you who your father-killing enemy is! ”

Until now, after waiting for more than three hours, Fu Hongxue's eyes are the brightest at the moment, and they are piercing.

Just as Fu Hongxue was about to open her mouth to say the sentence: "Teach the first sword in the world!" ".

An evil voice came.

& Pack. Force. Criminal, labor and management are the most unsightly pretend. It's forced, but labor and management still watch you pretend for most of the night! ”

As he spoke, a black-haired and black-eyed person appeared in front of Yan Nanfei out of thin air, between Fu Hongxue and Yan Nanfei.

The man's black hair seemed to absorb the moonlight, and his black pupils filled the entire eyeball, without a single white.

Seeing this person, Yan Nanfei was startled, but his reaction was not slow.

He moved, and in this dark night, Yan Nanfei's sword was pulled out again.

This is a sword like no other in the world!

He uses a sword technique that is unparalleled in the world!

The rose sword qi that was as brilliant as the sun, but as beautiful as the sun appeared again, only just now it appeared between Fu Hongxue's eyebrows, and this time it appeared between Zhuo Bufan's eyebrows.

But at most, it can only appear here, because it can't go in or retreat now.

Yan Nanfei immediately discovered that he couldn't control the sword qi he released.

The black-haired Zhuo Bufan showed a wicked smile and said, "Using a sword in front of me, this may be the biggest joke in this world!" ”

Then, the black-haired Zhuo Bufan stretched out a finger, a pale hand, a pale finger.

Seeing that the finger was about to point at Yan Nanfei's eyebrows, Yan Nanfei couldn't move at all.

Seeing that Yan Nanfei was about to die in the hands of the black-haired Zhuo Bufan, a voice came from behind the black-haired Zhuo Bufan: "Stop!" ”

What followed was a powerful sword aura, much stronger than Yan Nanfei's sword aura.

The black-haired Zhuo Bufan knew who it was and who did it.

Here, at this moment, there is only one person who can do it and can do it - Fu Hongxue.

The unsheathed knife looked still pale in the moonlight.

And Fu Hongxue's face was even paler. (To be continued......)