The death of Yan Yu, the fall of a generation of war gods.

For a time, the whole country was in grief.

The former arrogant and domineering, radiant Huanhuan has lost his soul, his eyes are dull, and he sits under a maple tree.

This maple tree was planted by Yan Yu on Huanhuan's first birthday.

On weekdays, Yan Yu always likes to play here with Huanhuan.

If it is autumn, it is a day to sit here with Huanhuan, quietly admiring the maple leaves like fire.

"The maple leaves are red again," Huanhuan raised his head, looked at the maple leaves that were already half red, and muttered to himself, "Daddy, have you seen it?" ”

In his hand, a blood-red jade dagger was lying quietly, and the tail was engraved with the four small characters of 'Huan Yan I'.

This thing is Vice General Li, and it is the one who pushed open Yan Yu's coffin for Huanhuan that day, and handed it to Huanhuan by the man who picked up Huanhuan, saying that this thing was a gift prepared by Yan Yu for him.

A breeze blew, and the red maple pieces broke away from the branches, like butterflies, flying in the air, and then slowly fell to the ground.

"Miss," Yuanyuan, who had arrived at the light skill, bent down and said softly to Huanhuan, "There are already people in the palace, and we must see them." ”

"Hmm." Huanhuan nodded indifferently.

The Yan Mansion was full of guests.

Outside the mourning hall, the richly dressed Four Princes Luo Yi and Li Ping, the father-in-law of Li, led dozens of people, and they were violent.

There were many people around him, and they were all talking.

Seeing Huanhuan coming, the crowd automatically gave way.

Huan Huan stood in front of the four princes, his eyes cold.

"Miss," Gonggong Li pointed his throat, cocked his orchid fingers, and bent over Huanhuan, "The slave and the fourth prince came here for the Tiger Talisman this time, I don't know ...... Eldest Miss"

"Get out!" It's also a lazy politeness, and Huanhuan will let people get out when he opens his mouth.

In this way, Gonggong Li and the four princes felt that they had lost face and changed their faces in an instant.

Luo Yi, the fourth prince who was the size of Huanhuan, secretly clenched his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Huanhuan, you have to be presumptuous!" ”

"Someone," Huanhuan was quite disdainful of Luo Yi, and he didn't have a good impression of Gonggong Li, and turned around, "Send off guests." ”

The first two family members were expressionless, and said to Luo Yi and them in a stiff tone, "Fourth prince, Gonggong Li, please come here." ”

Seeing that after tonight, Yan Yu should be buried in the ground, and Huanhuan was completely sleepless.

"Daddy," Huan Huan sat on the ground, facing the coffin, "Huan'er will be here with you tonight." ”

On the roof of the mourning hall, Yuehua, who was still dressed in plain clothes, was drinking wine, and beside her, the slightly chubby Yuanyuan looked thoughtfully into the distance.

It was about the middle of the night, most of the people were already like dreams, and several people in black quietly entered the Yan Mansion.

All of a sudden, the flames rose to the sky, and wails erupted.

Huanhuan, who had already fallen asleep, listened to the wailing and woke up.

Wanting to know what had happened, he stood up and reached the threshold, and fell to his knees without warning.

Huan Huan closed her eyes and clutched her stomach with a painful expression.

A throwing knife stabbed deep into her stomach, bleeding incessantly.

"You are the eldest lady of the Yan family?" A masked man walked out of the darkness, came to Huanhuan, and lifted her up, "Hahaha, it's just a milk doll." ”

As he spoke, he held the dagger on Huanhuan's stomach with one hand......

"Let go of the eldest lady," a long sword, with a sound that broke through the air, stabbed at the masked man.

The man threw Huanhuan towards Yan Yu's coffin, his head slightly tilted, and his hand grabbed it. He grasped the sword firmly in his hand.

Yuanyuan came quickly with a breeze and a moon.

Gesturing to Qingfeng and Ruyue, Yuan Yuan stepped forward to fight with the masked man.

Yuanyuan's martial arts were far inferior to him, but after two rounds, he was scarred and lay on the ground.

At this time, Qingfeng and Ruyue just rushed out of the mourning hall with Huanhuan in their arms, and when they saw the masked man looking over, their faces turned pale with fright, their legs trembled, and they kept retreating.

"Hehe," the masked man chuckled, carrying a blood-stained sword, and walked towards Qingfeng and Ruyue with a sinister smile.

"Take the eldest lady away!" Yuan Yuan hugged the masked man's legs, and shouted to Qingfeng and Ruyue with all his might.

The breeze and the moon were in tears, their faces were pale, and after listening to Yuanyuan's words, they turned their heads and ran away with Huanhuan in their arms.

Endless killings, fires, heart-rending wails.

The light rain was dripping and falling on the body, which was already a little cool.

A woman in a white garment, wearing a hat, carrying a basket of lotus canopies, hummed a light ballad through the desolate looking meadow.

"Ahem, ahem." A faint cough caught her attention.

After searching around, the woman finally found a little girl who was seriously injured in the grass.

Unable to bear it, the woman picked up the little girl......

In the teahouse, several guests chatted about rumors.

was talking about martial arts heroes, but a man mentioned the red face known as the first beauty in the rivers and lakes.

"Jiutianmen Hongyan, who doesn't know who doesn't know," as soon as he talked about Hongyan, someone in the teahouse answered casually, "Alas, if you can see Hongyan, you will be willing to die." ”

"Uncle," a woman who had just paid the silver taels and was about to leave heard this, her curiosity was aroused, and she walked towards the man who answered the call, and asked, "How beautiful is that Jiutianmen red face in your mouth?" ”

"Seeing the girl, your appearance can be regarded as a flower and moon appearance," the man looked at the woman, drank a bowl of wine, and said, "I'll tell you like this, just like you, girl, you have at least dozens of beauties in your red face." ”

When Nangong Yi heard this, he suddenly lost interest. I always feel that what this uncle said is a bit exaggerated.

"The girl doesn't believe it?"

"Naturally, I don't believe it," Nangong Yi replied honestly, "After all, this girl has never seen the red face in your mouth." ”

"Don't believe it, girl," another person interjected, "The martial arts conference three years ago, everyone who went to see it knows it. ”

"Know what?" Nangong Yi asked.

"The face is stunning, and I don't know how many people's hearts were poured at that time," the man continued, "How many people went to the Nine Heavens Gate to learn art, just to see the red face, but it's a pity that ......"

"It's a pity," Nangong Yi replied to the man in front of him, "Hongyan is the personal disciple of Elder Luolian among the three elders of the Nine Heavens Gate, and she stays with her master on weekdays, so she can't see each other at all. ”

Nangong left the teahouse thoughtfully, and in the teahouse, people were still discussing Hongyan.

As the night wore on, the moonlight was cold and fell from the sky.

On the roof, a woman in red held a pot of wine in her hand, pouring herself a drink, so comfortable.

The woman's lips are red and her teeth are white, her eyebrows are picturesque, and her appearance is extremely beautiful; A smile and a smile, with a soul-stirring charm.

"The girl is so born with Yaxing," the man with flowers in one hand and a decent appearance approached Hongyan with a smile, "I just don't know, can I have the pleasure of having a drink with the girl?" ”