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The weak figure and wild rhetoric are all scoffed at. When I raised my eyes, the young man in Tsing Yi in front of me was really indescribably exquisite, with his high hair neatly tied up on his head, his eyes and teeth, and his skin like congealed fat. The faint purple eyes are indescribably profound, and the green clothes are more and more heroic, not to talk about martial arts, but only to talk about appearance and demeanor, and Miss Zhu San is really a good match.

He stared at Zhu Xuan fixedly, seeing that her face was flushed, and he unconsciously lowered his head.

"Miss is really like a flower and a moon, and she looks like a country and a city!" The young man in Tsing Yi raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Xuan a few times, and smiled evilly, "My Fair Lady, good gentleman, I don't know if the girl has ever heard of this sentence?" ”

"It's not too late for me to talk about winning." The beautiful woman's lips opened lightly, and finally spoke, such a pleasant voice, cold as the spring water flowing in the mountains on a moonlit night, gurgling, as if all the heat of this scorching summer was completely expelled.

"Of course." The young man in Tsing Yi suddenly raised his head and laughed, looking forward to it, and he was determined to stay on the woman in front of him, a little frivolous, "Beauty, if you win, you will be my lady." He turned his head, glanced at everyone leisurely, and stopped on Jiang An's face, as if he was trying to avoid something, and suddenly turned around. At this glance, Jiang An seemed to feel that the eyes of the young man in Tsing Yi fell on him fixedly, and he never left for a long time. It's just that...... With such a sense of familiarity, Jiang An's mind was a little painful, and he frowned, he really couldn't remember when and where he had seen this son.

The young man in Tsing Yi raised his hand, smiled lightly, and kindly reminded, "Girl, be careful." I'm coming. Then the wrist flipped, the huge palm print condensed, and the momentum of a thousand jun attacked Zhu Xuan. Zhu Xuan's footsteps were stagnant, and he was concentrating on coping, but he also accumulated strength and turned into a palm to deal with it. However, when the powerful palm print reached Zhu Xuan's eyes, it faded away.

The speed of the young man in Tsing Yi was amazing, and he went around Zhu Xuan's back in just a moment and patted her lightly on the shoulder. "Lady. I lied to you, I can't catch that palm print. What do you do if you get hurt? Zhu Xuan's heart was shocked, he teleported under his feet, and when he dodged, the soft sword in his sleeve quickly turned out, and the attack was fierce. Unexpectedly, he gave the boy a blow to the head. He couldn't dodge, and a few of the green silk on his forehead were cut off and fell into his palm.

Brushing down the hair in his palm, the face of the young man in Tsing Yi gradually became solemn, and there was a little more murderous intent in his sharp eyes. "Lady remember to be gentle, don't force me to lift a knife."

Zhu Xuan walked coldly, unmoved. The tip of the sword pointed lightly, silent and silent, but the meaning was quite obvious. Zhu Xuan raised his sword to kill, and when the sword swept away, he saw the figure of the young man in Tsing Yi suddenly turn into two. Three, an infinite number of them. Surrounded by her eyes, she raised her sword, but she didn't know where to kill.

With a movement in his heart, the sword qi condensed and swept through thousands of troops. The young man patted her on the shoulder behind her and smiled dotingly, "Lady, I'm here." ”

Zhu Xuan was shocked, and immediately stabbed with his sword, but the young man instantly crossed to her front, slammed his palm on the woman's collarbone, and ripped off the pink veil on her face.

Zhu Xuan's expression was in a hurry, and he hurriedly turned out, the tip of the sword was stuck in the ground, and fine beads of sweat were already oozing from his head. The young man was a little frivolous, put the powder yarn in his nose, sniffed a few times, and looked back, "It's so fragrant." ”

"It's really red lips and cheeks, and it's peach blossoms." The young man in Tsing Yi stared at the beads of sweat on her face, and couldn't help but praise, "I can marry a beautiful woman like you, my son can be regarded as blessed!" ”

Everyone in the audience saw Zhu Xuan's peerless face, and they couldn't help but cheer and applaud. The young man in Tsing Yi only said that he was cheering for himself, bowed to everyone, shook his head and said, "Accept and accept." ”

"You haven't beaten me yet!" Zhu Xuan's face was full of anger, a little unwilling, and he was about to lift the sword to step forward, but the young man's eyebrows moved, and the domineering knife in his sleeve suddenly appeared, and moved to her side in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, the crazy knife was already on the woman's neck, and he stared at it and smiled slightly, "In this way, this son can be regarded as winning?" ”

Zhu Xuan was stunned by the sudden speed, and the soft sword in her hand also fell suddenly, her face was pale, and she lost her voice for a while. The young man put away his knife and looked back slightly, "Doomsday Regal, how much can you bear?" Ben Gongzi said, don't force me to lift a knife. Zhu Xuan's face turned pale, took a step back, leaned over and panted, and it took a long time to regain her senses. She bowed her head in silence, silently leaned over, picked up her sword, and stood back beside her father.

The crowd erupted in bursts of applause, bursts of cheers, and overwhelming coaxing was suppressed, "Marriage, marriage, marriage!" ”

Jiang An raised his eyes to look at the young man in green clothes, only to feel so familiar, such delicate eyebrows and eyes, as if he had seen it somewhere, but where was it? No matter how much he searched, he still couldn't remember. Suddenly there was an explosive pain in his brain, and he couldn't help but lean down and hug his head.

"Uncle Zhu." The young man in Tsing Yi arched his hand and asked Zhu Rong gently, "I don't know what Uncle Zhu just said, a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, is this still true?" ”

"Marriage, marriage, marriage!" The commotion in the crowd is still one after another, and in front of the public, Zhu Rong has no room for repentance. And that handsome young man is undoubtedly worthy of Miss Zhujia. "Impossible." To everyone's surprise, the old man shook his head. Then he waved his palm at the young man in green clothes, he was shocked, he didn't expect this sudden move, and he was defenseless, and he resisted it. The fierce attack of that palm, although he was fully capable of defusing it, but the subsequent strength turned into a gust of wind, blowing down the young man's high bun. Her long purple hair fell out in an instant, as if she had been dressed in a long robe.

What happened in front of him was completely unexpected by everyone, and the suave young man in Tsing Yi turned into a woman in an instant. The dark purple hair flies in the air, and the purple eyes flow in anticipation, painting an endless variety of styles.

At that moment, everyone's mouths opened wide, but there was no exclamation in their throats. They stared fixedly at the stunner in this world, and for a time they were taken by the gods. She is beautiful, as if in a dream! Zhu Xuan stood beside her, and the brilliance that she lost in an instant looked like the girl next door. The woman's body exuded a purple aura, her demeanor was noble, her air was like a nine-heavenly fairy descending into the world, and everyone did not say anything more, such beauty and nobility made no one willing to say anything to blaspheme her.

"There's no way I'm going to marry my daughter to a woman." Zhu Rong raised his eyes and spoke softly.

Memories are like light yarns, and at the moment of reunion, they are lifted up.

Jiang An stared at the purple mist in front of him, and in a trance, the dream that had been entangled for a long time turned into reality in an instant. The woman in purple dancing alone under the moon in the dream, the woman in purple that he had been looking for for a long time and couldn't find, looked up under the moon, blood dripping from the skeleton's hollow eyes, and shouted sadly, you! How can you forget her, even if you forget the whole world, you can't forget her!

"Awei...... Awei! Jiang An's mind seemed to explode in an instant, and he screamed miserably, staggered a few steps, and suddenly fell forward. Awei ...... Awei! He struggled, desperately looking up at the woman in front of him, but he ...... It's just that the purple in front of him faded away a minute, just like a dream, he couldn't see her eyebrows, only to see the sinuous purple in his heart, which faded inch by inch.

Awei ..... Awei! Jiang An, who was in a coma, was pale, and there were already beads of sweat oozing from his head, and his lips were one by one, repeating the name that he would never forget in his heart, Ah Wei!

Qiu Feng, who was standing on the side, looked anxious, and the name shouted by Jiang An, who was unconscious on the couch, also touched the depths of his heart, and he couldn't help but have some doubts, Ah Wei? Who is Awei? A woman? Thinking of this, he sighed and instructed the maid beside him to wring a towel and put it on Jiang An's head.

The miserable dream recreates everything from three years ago. That...... is the truth, the truth that Jiang An pursues day and night.

Three years ago. Mo Ruowei died in the red leaf forest of Donglai Rong City. That's where they first met.

Jiang An only remembered that he stepped forward and frantically hugged the toppled body into his arms, and the red blood splattered out in an instant, all sprinkled on his white clothes. He stood there straight, not a single cry could come out of his throat, and not even a tear came out of the corner of his eye. He still remembered the disappointment and determination in her eyes that day, condensed into one sentence, you betrayed us.

Everything, how to explain it, will she believe it? It's just that it doesn't have to, it doesn't have to be anymore.

Jiang An hugged the cold corpse in his arms, staggering step by step towards the blood-red sunset, his eyes were empty, and he walked forward step by step blankly, not knowing where he should go, perhaps, all this is no longer important.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed, a piece of maple turned into green mountains and clear water, idle clouds and wild cranes, waterfalls splashed mountains, and butterflies danced. He was still walking forward step by step, his blank eyes could no longer see any scene in front of him, perhaps, all this should have nothing to do with him.

Mourning is greater than dying.

In a trance, the sky rises into a golden crow, and the twilight of the setting sun has become the first sun, and the roosters crow frequently.

A voice sounded in his ears, like a sharp knife, piercing into the darkest corner of his heart, "Put it down, she's dead." ”

All hope collapsed in an instant, Jiang An could no longer support it, staggered to his knees, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of thick blood. He swung his fist, slammed the bare chest of the earth, and grabbed the dirt under his feet inch by inch, and then he hung his head and let out a mournful cry in his throat.

"There are many ways a person can die, and similarly, there are many ways to be born again."

"What if—if I say, I can save her, I can make her born again?"

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