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The next day, after saying goodbye to Qiu Feng, Jiang An didn't stay longer, and hurriedly went on the road after a few words. The enthusiastic man wanted to keep it, how could his friend care about his beloved wife, and the matter was big, and to force him to stay was to break up the mandarin duck, as noble as Qiu Feng, how could he allow himself to do such unrighteous things? At least, that's how he described it.

The ancient road is vast, a person, a sword, and a shadow, slowly rushing towards the rising sun. Jiang An originally planned to go all the way east, heading towards the Inabat Desert in the center of Yuehua, which was the passage pointed out by the Phantom King, but he walked and walked, his heart was empty, and he was a little dazed and at a loss. This time, stepping into the legendary ancient capital of Haolian, I am afraid that I have to start a new life, every step I take, the past scene is clear in my heart. Heaven and earth are endless, the clan has passed away, and the world is vast, leaving him alone to walk alone. Under the overwhelming sense of loneliness, Jiang An suddenly surged into his heart and wanted to go to the Dust Night Valley to explore.

When my mind moved, I made an extremely wrong decision. A few years later, when he remembered this, he was a little scared.

Five days later, Donglai Qingchuan Bamboo Sea Dust Night Valley. The sun in the sky was still blazing, scorching the earth, and the tall willow cicadas were still messy, piercing their eardrums. Jiang An's footsteps had just stepped on the edge of the cliff of the Dust Night Valley, and before he could jump down, a strange fragrance came to his nose, refreshing his heart. In front of his eyes, suddenly there was a little blackness. Worst! It's a drug! didn't have to think about it, Jiang An's luck was closed, after all, he was a step too late, and as soon as his feet were soft, he fell down with a thud.

When the drug subsided and he woke up, Jiang An was in a dark dungeon, surrounded by darkness, and he couldn't tell the difference between night and day.

"This ......" he moved, and the sound of shackles was clear, and he realized that his limbs had been heavily shackled. Tied up tickets? Jiang An looked around, the scene around him. It's not like an ordinary prison place! The rancid smell everywhere, with a slight smell of blood, made him frown, "This...... What's going on? Me, where is this? ”

The cold sound of unlocking, and the sudden bright light breaking through the window, pierced his eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyelids.

A familiar face in front of him was much older. In his eyes, there was still bitter hatred, staring at Jiang An almost wanting to lower his head.

"Father......" flashed in front of his eyes. The scene of the red leaf Lin Mo Ruowei killing herself with a horizontal sword, Jiang An's head was cold, and he swallowed back the sentence, "Father-". Jiang An looked at him coldly and didn't look at him for half a minute. Fingers grasp the straw in the prison, clenched it in minutes, murderer! If it weren't for the suspicion and suspicion of King Donglai, if it weren't for his hard work, how could the events of the day have evolved to this point! How could Ah Wei drink a sword and kill herself!

"An'er......" Qin Lan spoke. The voice was so hoarse that even Jiang An was surprised, and he stared at it, a little surprised. I haven't seen him for three years, why is the king of Donglai so old?

"An'er, you really don't have a heart." King Donglai closed his eyes and hid the sorrow back, "It's been three years......

"I'm as you wish. In your hands? Jiang An turned his head away, his voice cold. I didn't want to look at him more. Although the grace of nurturing is inscribed, but such a rush to kill and force each other, Jiang An at this time undoubtedly hates him.

"Shu Yao, it's been three years since you disappeared." Qin Lan spoke, her voice hoarse, and slowly told the cruel truth, "Missing on the day you left." ”

A gentle sentence, like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens, Jiang An's body trembled, raised his hand and pulled the shackles clanging, his expression was panicked, "How could it be ......" His heart was tightened, condensed and sour, and after a long time, Jiang An closed his eyes and settled his mind, "That's not my fault, I'm ...... It's just for yourself, to find a way to live, in fact, that day, you shouldn't save me, King Donglai, don't use suspicious people, don't doubt people. ”

Jiang An lowered his eyebrows, and finally said everything in his heart, whether the person in front of him believed it or not, "Not everyone is worried about your country, Qin Lan, Jiang An has never thought about it, Dust Night Valley ......" Jiang An closed his eyes with a sad expression, "That is my hometown, it was exterminated ten years ago, and I was the only one who escaped, and there are piles of bones there, all of them are dead...... Where to hide the soldiers? ”

A strange smile crept up the corner of Qin Lan's mouth, and he couldn't tell what kind of expression he was at this time, but he listened quietly and sighed, "An'er knows, what is the king's heart?" ”

"I am not king, I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"Tomorrow, die." Qin Lan closed her eyes, left a cold and clear voice, and walked away. Has there ever been a trace of unbearability in his heart? It's just that the relationship between father and son was drowned by the wind and sand as early as the day he raised the whip and bent the bow.

"But I don't want to do what you want." Jiang An raised his eyes, looking at the distant back, a little distracted. The sound of the cell door slamming in his ears brought his thoughts back. Jiang An lay down on his back, let out a long laugh, and suddenly felt that he had never been so stupid in his life. Since recovering her memory, the purple figure with her head full of eyes, Mo Ruowei, has covered her thoughts and ignored the danger in front of her. If he doesn't die for a day, how can the king of Donglai give up? It's a pity...... Jiang An's fingers clenched slightly, Yao'er ...... His heart was frowning, a little bitterness hit, where would the girl run? I've never stepped out of the palace and don't know martial arts, don't be bullied by bad people!

Jiang An is undoubtedly a very good person, he is dying, he is still worried about the safety of others, and even the instinctive fear in his heart has been annihilated without a trace.

Time is like water, and Jiang An's life is slowly taken away. Before you know it, the night has already fallen, and the sky is lit up with stars. These, Jiang An in the dungeon, is undoubtedly invisible, he can only lie quietly, waiting for the next moment, someone opens the prison door, drags him out, and then the knife falls in his hand, click, this short life is over. The blood stains splashed annihilated the past love and hatred.

Thousands of miles away, the country of the moon cherry blossoms.

The moon and stars are scarce, the wind moves and moves, the mountains pour green water, and the lotus is covered with frost. Qiu Feng this night, somehow, suddenly became interested, sat alone in the small pavilion, and boiled a pot of wine.

Twisted the jade cup, sniffed it gently, and took a small sip for a long time. The small fan that he usually holds on to was also thrown aside, and he drank very slowly and thoughtfully.

"Master!" Behind him, the child snorted dissatisfiedly, pouted and complained, "The master is here, no wonder I can't find it!" ”

"Ah, it turns out that the master also knows how to drink!" As if he had discovered a big secret, Xiaoyi came up with a chatter, sniffed a few times in his cup, and raised his head and said, "It's so fragrant." After saying that, he took his hand and licked it. Qiu Feng was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly raised his hand to block it, "Go aside!" Don't learn badly! ”

"Hee-hee-hee." Xiaoyi didn't care, and wanted to snatch it from his hand with a smile, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that the master's expression was different, not as happy as before, so he stuck out his tongue and quieted down. Holding his hand for a long time, he cautiously asked, "Is there something on the master's heart?" ”

Qiu Feng looked at the jade cup in his hand and unexpectedly did not answer. A missing moon filled the wine glass, flowing slowly, Qiu Feng shook the small cup, and the moon shadow shattered in an instant.

"Master......" Xiaoyi climbed on his shoulder, his expression was still innocent, but he was not as naughty as before, "We deceived Brother Mu Yu like this, right?" ”

Qiu Feng was obviously stunned, lowered his head and sighed, "There is no absolute right or wrong in the world. ”

"Huh?" Xiaoyi looked up puzzled, and there was a bit childishness in his eyes.

Qiu Feng smiled lightly and reached out to pinch her cheek, "Xiaoyi is still small, so naturally I don't understand this." Although the lie is wrong, sometimes the original intention of the liar is to correct some deviation and not to let it be wrong. ”

"Hmm." Xiao Yi blinked, as if he understood, and nodded solemnly.

"You're a head!" Qiu Feng suddenly felt funny, Fang Cai's sip of wine squirted out, raised his hand and twitched it on her head, "Little girl, don't pretend to understand if you don't understand!" ”

Xiao Yi jumped away with his head in his arms, puffing up and reading, "Don't touch my head casually!" I'm over 300 years old! Not a little girl! As if remembering something, her head suddenly drooped, and she looked down at her small body, muttering, "But why doesn't my body grow anymore?" Is it sick? Xiaoyi raised his head, looked at Qiu Feng, and complained a little, "The master is so powerful, can't he cure me?" ”

In Qiu Feng's eyes, a touch of pain was fleeting, and he raised his head and poured the wine in his hand, but he was choked and coughed again and again.

In the dark dungeon, Jiang An lay on his back in a patch of dead grass, covering his eyes. The sound of dripping water came to my ears, and in this dark night, it was especially quiet, and from time to time there were a few rats on my side, squirming, not knowing what they were doing, and the smell of blood and rotting flesh gradually spread in the air.

Ah Wei clenched her fists ......., and the shackles of her limbs were clanging. Jiang An closed his eyes, and there was a hint of sleepiness in his brain. Oh, my God...... At this moment, Jiang An has to admire his peerless psychological endurance, and he is dying...... I can still sleep! Drug, it must be the effect of the drug, Jiang An was indignant, and comforted himself like this. It's just that...... It's just Ah Wei, if she dies here, will the Phantom King still protect her safety as agreed? In his heart, a trace of sourness only passed through at this time. The last sadness is left to the person who is buried deepest in his heart...... She, she will be happy, and she will no longer have to be dragged down by herself.

I don't know how long this kind of thinking lasted. The sound of the cell door rang, disrupting his thoughts.

In the boundless ink, a sudden torch reflected two somewhat blurred faces, one holding a torch, pulling the person next to him, the person looked a little demented.

Jiang An rubbed his eyes, a little surprised in his heart, or reluctant, why, this moment came so quickly?

This life...... It's too short-lived. Jiang An thought slightly in his heart, it doesn't matter, there is always a death, the difference is just sooner or later, eighteen years later, he is a good man again. Thinking of this, he sat up and shackled his whole body.

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