At first, the three madmen didn't quite believe what the old man said, but after thinking about it, the old man's speech and demeanor and the conditioning of his speech didn't look like a person who was closed to the news, and the three madmen who were not at ease continued to ask: "Uncle, have you ever seen or heard about mercy again?" Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"The young man is really joking, if there is rumor about Ciren, how can we not know, to say that this Liu Sanlang is really a powerful person, who can hide Jiaojiao in the golden house for so long, without leaking a little rumor." The old man said, there was praise and loss between his eyebrows.

The three madmen had no time to pay attention to these now, and planned to go home immediately against the flow of people, but he didn't take two steps before he heard someone calling his name behind his back, but when he turned his head, no one looked at him, rubbed his ears, thought that he was ringing in the ears and had auditory hallucinations, so he continued to walk forward.

"Pretty brother! Do you want to go in such a hurry? Did you forget about the slave family so quickly? The familiar voice appeared in the ears of the three madmen again.

"Mercy?" The three madmen were happy in their hearts, and the mood of the young man was vividly displayed at this moment.

It's just that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, the greater the three madmen still didn't find Ciren's figure when they turned back again, but when he heard it, Ciren's voice echoed in his ears, and the Shenlong saw Ciren, who couldn't see the head and tail, was afraid that he had already seen the three madmen like this, and couldn't help snickering: "Brother Qiao, are you in such a hurry, do you miss me?" ”

The enchanting magic voice sounded again, and the three madmen only felt that their souls trembled and blushed and didn't know what to say, and the thoughts of the young man Huaichun were clear at a glance.

Ciren was older, and he could naturally see what the three madmen were thinking at this time, but he felt that the boy in front of him was a little playful and cute, so he continued: "Brother Qiao didn't come to Taiping Town so far just to take a look at the slave family!" ”

When the three madmen heard Ciren say this, they hurriedly said: "The master said that you died unjustly, and there are many grievances in your heart, I think I may be able to help you." ”

It's just that after he finished saying this, he didn't hear Ciren speak again for a long time, and the three madmen couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that they had just spoken too recklessly, which made Ciren angry, so they blamed themselves vigorously: "Zhang Muyang, Zhang Muyang, you are really stupid!" ”

At this time, the sky is slightly reddish and lit up, this winter season is always less, and there is no room for more nostalgia, but this Taiping Town is a big place, not like those small places in the poor countryside when there are no people on the street when it gets dark, or it may be that this Taiping Town is mixed with dragons and snakes, and there are many people coming and going from the south to the north, and the trend of thought is naturally much more advanced.

In a trance, the familiar voice of Ciren came from the ears of the three madmen, "Brother Qiao, you go forward, I am waiting for you in front." ”

This few words were enough to ignite the three madmen, as if he had suddenly come from winter to the hot summer, as if he had long forgotten that Ciren was still a lonely ghost, but he was a living person, which was destined to be a tragedy from the beginning.

Following the voice, the three madmen saw Ciren when they were about to go out of the city, only to see Ciren holding an oil-paper umbrella, wearing a green gauze robe, embroidered with gold thread on the gauze with rich peonies, peony flowers blooming gracefully and luxuriously, lined with a long cotton coat of blue plain color, the cotton clothes are finely made, as if from the hands of famous masters in the south of the Yangtze River, at this time the sunset is slightly tilted, the golden light is sprinkled on Ciren's body, and the face of the country and the city is more charming.

This can be regarded as the first time that the three madmen have seen Ciren in the daytime, and they are even more amazed by Ciren at this time, and they are speechless.

"Brother Qiao, you've been staring at me for so long, am I really that good-looking?" Ciren asked.

"Beautiful! Pretty. "The three madmen, who have always been bold and reckless, are like cute little beasts at this time.

Ciren has seen many men when she was a man, and there is a man of style, although each of these suitors will talk about her beauty, but she knows that those people are just for the pleasure of the night, and there is no trace of filth in the eyes of this little boy at the moment, just like the hibiscus out of the water, Ciren even suddenly felt that if he was not dead, the man in front of him was worthy of his life.

"You said you were going to help me, but really?" Ciren suddenly said solemnly.

"Hmm!" The three madmen nodded and said, at this time, he had already thrown aside his ingenuity since he saw Ciren.

"Then I want you to help me kill someone, is it okay?" Ciren said very coldly.

"Murder?" The three madmen were a little stunned, they didn't expect Ciren to say such a thing.

"It seems that Brother Qiao is not willing to help Ciren with this." Ciren said with some sadness, and turned to leave.

"Do you have to kill?" The three madmen were silent for a moment and spoke, knowing that the person Ciren was going to kill must be the one who killed her.

"He must die!" The corners of Ciren's mouth coldly squeezed out these four words.

"Let me think about it......" said the three madmen after thinking for a long time.

"Then come to me when my pretty brother thinks about it!" Ciren said that, as soon as he turned around and left.

The three madmen hurriedly asked, "Where am I going to find you then?" ”

"The broken stage outside the gate, I'll wait for you there."

At this time, there were burning clouds in the sky, and the red clouds were like burning flames, coming from the sky, and the dyed river water changed color, and the hearts of the three madmen were like this blood-stained remnant sun, both magnificent and tragic.