Suddenly, a bolt of lightning slashed across the sky like a sword, leaving a long crack, like a crack torn by a demon, overlooking the land hideously, followed by a few rolling thunders, booms, and swifts in all directions. Jiang An and his entourage were sitting in the City Lord's Mansion at the moment, when they suddenly heard the thunder in the sky, the Xinwu City Lord was shocked, and the gold cup in his hand shook, and it rolled down in a moment. Seeing this, Jiang An frowned, turned his eyes to look at Zuo Shikun, and said lightly, "Is the city lord harmed?" Zuo Shikun leaned over and picked it up, a little embarrassed, but he raised his eyes and laughed, and said a few clever words to cover up Fang Cai's gaffe, "Sudden thunder, the majesty of the heavens, I wait for the small people, feel its majesty, how can I not be frightened?" ”

"Haha." Yan Qingsong shook the feather fan in his hand lightly, groaned, and chuckled, "The heavy rain in June is also normal," he looked back at Jiang An, and laughed, "It's just, is this water word, tsk," looked at Jiang An, snorted, pretended to groan, and stopped talking.

"The word water is really God's mercy on Donglai." Jiang An took a sip of wine, didn't look up, just quietly played with the golden cup in his hand. Although everyone was silent on their faces, they didn't want this storm to come more violently. The dragon of the Cangjiang River rises, and under the anger, the water is full of yin. How can a mere perched lemon, flesh and blood, stand up to the natural strength?

"Hey!" Han Yi couldn't help it when he heard a few people say this, slapped it on the case, and sneered, "It's just raining, why is it such an article?" He turned his head to look at Zuo Shikun and smiled slyly, "Zuo City Lord is thundering, didn't he do something wrong?" ”

After the words came out, Zuo Shikun could hear it, but his heart was even more shocked than Fang Cai, the cold sweat on his head was almost about to flow, he wiped it in fear, and hurriedly laughed, "Where, where!" It was like a rabbit in his heart, fluttering, wiping cold sweat, although he knew that Han Yi was just a joke, his heart was also trembling. Turning his head and muttering, everyone in the world says that accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, this time, it is really appropriate! In the past few days, just accompanying the prince, he has been frightened step by step, and he is in a cold sweat all the time.

The clouds are dim, the dusk showers have destroyed the new green, broken the red, the wind and rain are urgent, and it is difficult to return to the swallow. In the dark and gloomy cell, there were a few ghost fires, reflecting the hideous faces of the people inside. One person took the candle flame, approached the old woman on the ground, raised her hand and poked it a few times, worried, looked up at the other person and asked, "Third brother, is she dead?" ”

The person who was called the third brother was holding a bowl of noodles at this time, crossed his legs, and sat in the corner sucking. Such a scene of blood, scattered flesh and blood, and the smell of rotten flesh everywhere, it is difficult for him to eat it. Hearing this, a spirit came over, grabbed the old woman on the ground, skillfully probed her nose, chewed the food in her mouth, swallowed it with a grunt, glanced at the person with contempt, looked up and said, "What a fuss, alive." ”

The man stretched out his hand, followed the example of the third brother, and carefully probed his snort, only to feel extremely weak, and only one breath remained. glanced at the third brother worriedly, and said worriedly, "It's better to be careful, if someone dies, General Han will come back, and he will have to pick our skin!" He turned his head and poked Cui Jinniang, and sighed, "He's the person next to the prince!" ”

"Hmph." The third brother snorted coldly, got up and left, and was about to raise his hand to pick up the remaining half bowl of noodles, when he suddenly heard a thunder in the sky, and he was so frightened that his hands shook and screamed, and the bowl of noodles was knocked over to the ground, a mess.

The thunder sounded in the sky, and the old woman in the corner moved her fingers slightly, let out a low voice in her throat, coughed a few times, and turned over. The man pointed at her, turned his head to the third brother, smiled, and said in surprise, "It's not bad, it's still alive!" The third brother was shocked by thunder, hit the bowl of noodles, and was angry, when he heard Jin Niang's move, he went up with an arrow and grabbed the old woman. He was vicious, and was about to curse something, but he saw a black shadow flashing, and someone came with a long knife, dressed in black, and slashed the door of the house. The two of them were startled by the sudden voice, and before they could turn around, they were surprised, "Who! In the blink of an eye, the blade was close to the neck, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and a bloody mark was cut between the necks of the two people. The knife flashed, and before there was time to let out a shout, the fat bodies of the two fell down, and blood suddenly spurted out, splashing Jin Niang's body, and she died on the spot.

The tortured old woman's ears moved, knowing what was before her, but she did not show any frightened look, she struggled to get up, sat there, slowly leaned against the blood-stained wall behind her, coughing, her face was more firm and calm than ever. She leaned there quietly, her cloudy eyes rolling, so calm, as if she had expected such an ending. Assassinating the prince, such a great crime, I am afraid that it will be difficult to atone for his sin with a thousand cuts! By the time she started it, she had already realized this. It's just that...... It's just that...... is a little unwilling, even if she is willing to exchange her life for a life, but those people, will they really let Xue Che go as they say? Her body suddenly shook violently, her ugly eyelids pressed against her pale eyes, she slowly closed her eyes, and let out a whining sound in her throat, as if asking something. The man in black didn't answer, he stepped forward, raised his sword, pierced her lower abdomen, came out of his body, and nailed her straight to the wall behind her, the blood meandered into a stream, and slowly descended her blue clothes, she just closed her eyes, and did not let out a cry of pain in her throat.

The old woman struggled suddenly, she struggled desperately, as if she was a little unwilling, her black hand held the long sword that had been driven into her body, blood foam gushed out from the corner of her mouth, she coughed, her dim eyes stared at the person in front of her, and a line of tears suddenly flowed, like a crescent spring gushing out of the dry yellow desert. She struggled to pull the long sword out, but the man in black was a little surprised, slightly stunned, and then raised his hand and stabbed it with another sword. The old woman's body swayed like a broken kite, and she collapsed to the ground weakly, blood foam still gushed out from the corners of her mouth, she gasped, coughed, struggled to raise her hand to cover the wound, dipped in blood, moved on the floor that emitted a rancid smell, her jaw was knocked off, at this time she had long been unable to say a word, and there were a few scattered poignant sounds in her mouth, the bird was dying, its song was also mourning, the man was dying, and its words were good. It is so poignant, like the southern geese leaving the group, and the cuckoo crying blood. Her face was distorted and stabbed, terrifying. Even the man in black in front of him took a step back in surprise.

In terror, a sword came out again, and at lightning speed it sank into the old woman's heart, and then suddenly drilled out. Blood spurted out of her chest, splashed on her blue clothes, splashed on the death row of this Shingo, splashed on the black clothes of the comer, extremely red. Her body was prostrate, her blood-stained fingers struggling, groping forward, swaying, trembling. Tilting his head slightly, facing the man in black in front of him, the dim eyes at this time, there was some brilliance like returning to the light, with that, called the look of hope, the man in black was puzzled, frowned, stepped forward from her arms, and felt something. The blood-stained hand suddenly drooped, and the glow of the light disappeared, and the body finally fell on the cold ground of this death row, gradually cold. Blood gushed out of her body, gradually spilling over the strokes of the blood-soaked struggle in front of her, gradually drowning the last obsession of her life. The man in black glanced at him suspiciously, and at this time, he recognized the messy strokes, which were almost unrecognizable four small characters, "He is healthy."

At that moment, someone in the tent suddenly tore pain in his injured left eye, and the unbearable pain affected his brain and heart, making him can't help but lie on the couch and wail. The left eye, the snow was gurgling, it was normal, it was a wound, the wound left by the destruction of the empty eye. And why is the right eye flowing out uncontrollably at this moment...... What is called tears? The chest flowed, and a trace of heartstrings was slowly tightened, a little painful, and a little sour. Is that the heart? A voice asked, and he turned around, lay on his back on the couch, and laughed to himself. Heart? It's ridiculous, how could there be such a thing on him? Tonight's wind and rain are sudden, the green plums are broken, the remnants of the red are destroyed, tonight the deep grace is exhausted, the thoughts are broken, and the wishes are fulfilled, how can I ......

The incense is exhausted

The elegance is unparalleled

Biyi Pipa once moved Jinghua

The hand is deeply affectionate

Splendid

Mayflower deep seam Shaohua

There are thousands of red crisp hands and green silks

The bright moon shines endlessly

Break the floating

Listen to the rain tonight, and the people break their bowels

Red dust streamer

In an instant, there was a trace of tears from sorrow

Mo on the flowers

Who reads the red sleeves tired of the deep spring

The peach blossoms are all flowing with the water

The finch is still sad at dusk

The fate of three lives is determined to return to dust in a blink of an eye

This is true

A piece of paper on a red note, a tune

A prosperous life

Bi Marks cries agarwood dreams

The sound of the pipa stopped in the air

The cuckoo sighed with a cry of blood

The frost sword is cold

The eyebrows have been around since ancient times

Abandoned beads float in the sea

Seeing this, the man in black frowned, stepped forward and kicked the corpse, suspicious, not sure enough, stunned on the devastated body, and then stabbed a few blood holes, seeing that there was no reaction, Fang put his mind down, put the sword back into the sheath, turned around and wanted to leave.

"The people of Donglai, even if they are death row prisoners, kill them like this, if they want to leave, I'm afraid they have to ask the master, right?" Behind him, a man's elegant voice sounded, and the man in black frowned when he heard it, and his toes touched the ground, and before he could turn back, he was already a few meters away. He squinted his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, and saw that he looked like a scholar, weak and weak, the feather fan in his hand shook lightly, and he didn't feel a little contempt in his heart, the corners of his eyes were slightly slanted, and he snorted coldly, that is, he drew his sword, flew up, and approached Yan Qingsong. The blade was still dripping blood, carrying a cold glow that could not be concealed, and it exuded a cold and murderous aura. Qing Song was unmoved, still smiling, the feather fan in his hand shook gently, and as soon as he raised his hand, a snow-white Ling Feather came out from the feather fan, light as dust, but it was as impartial as a sword, nailed to the neck of the man in black. Unable to dodge, he let out a cry of pain in his throat, although it was a small injury, but the drug on it was strong, and before he could raise his hand to pull it out, it had already invaded the blood, and his eyes were blurred, and he actually fell straight down. Yan Qingsong saw that he had been tricked, and slowly stepped forward, still shaking his feather fan lightly, squinting his eyes, and was about to kick him over, but he saw a sudden dark arrow flying in the sky, heading straight for the person on the ground. The roots of the green pine's ears moved slightly, the feather fan shook gently, and as soon as he raised his hand, the stray arrow actually stopped on the feather fan in his hand, "Extinguish your mouth?" Ha, interesting. With a low sneer in his throat, the feather fan moved again, turned around, and returned the way Fang Cai's stray arrow. Sure enough, a black shadow appeared on the wall, flashed a few times, dodged the fatal arrow, and ran in a hurry.

"Hmph. Slip away. Qing Song sneered, stopped, and looked at the feather fan in his hand, where he had just touched the stray arrow, this time it was already as black as a fire. He frowned, threw away the feather fan casually, although it was so casual, his face gradually became serious, and he sneered for a long time, "It's Zhu Yancui again, so ruthless and poisonous!" ”

said that in the perched tent, the coach Ye Jin was a little anxious, retreated left and right, and paced around the big tent alone. The thunder made him a little upset, and in desperation, he lifted the curtain and looked around, only to see that the clouds were dim, and the sky seemed to have cracked, and demons poured out, sneering and tearing the heavens and the earth apart, and roaring into thunder. The rain was pouring down and sweeping the sky, and he looked at the sky, meditating for a long time, but he didn't realize that he had been watered by the heavy rain and his clothes were wet. When the guard outside the tent saw it, he hurriedly bowed down and reminded, "It's raining outside, so please go into the tent to rest." Hearing him say this, Ye Jin was a little stunned, closed his eyes, and muttered for a long time, thinking in his heart that there should be some news in the Qi Ning army, and waved his hand and ordered, "You go and call Deputy General Chu Xun to come." ”

The soldier received the order, naturally did not dare to slack off, and trot all the way to the lieutenant general's tent. He stood outside the tent and said anxiously, "The lieutenant general is fine." And so many times, but no one answered. The soldiers were suspicious, thinking, isn't the general not in the camp? Or is something wrong? Tremblingly, the curtain was opened, and what appeared in front of him was a thrilling scene. Deputy General Chu Xun leaned back in his chair, his head fell to the ground, the blood in his neck had already coagulated, and he had obviously been dead for a long time. The heavy smell of blood dissipated, causing the soldier's stomach to tumble and almost turn around and flee. Calming down a little, he glanced at the human head on the ground, he stood there stunned, and sighed, "Hey, lieutenant general." After reading it, he hurriedly went back to report.

Last night, I smoked. Today, I sent two updates in a row to make up for it. Whew!