Somewhere in the Three Realms, the sword light is cold, and the blood is dripping, spurting, falling, and becoming a river.

The eldest prince lay on his back on the ground, and the sword trembled and thrust into his chest, almost piercing, and there was already a pool of blood under him.

His mind was always awake and he did not pass out from the pain of piercing his heart.

He had not forgotten what he was supposed to do, and he tried to slowly raise his right hand and search it into his arms, a look of relief on his face when he touched an object.

His lips began to tremble, as if he were chanting silently, until he was exhausted. As soon as the hand loosened, it sank from his chest, and a crystal clear crystal stone fell out of the palm of the hand he was holding and rolled aside.

Several black-clothed people casually put aside the blue clothes that had already shrunk and shrunk away, gathered over and looked at them intently, one of them reached out and tested under the eldest prince's snort, and then shook his head at the rest, and after a while, one of them picked up the dagger that the eldest prince had used before, and stabbed it fiercely at the chest of the eldest prince, and the dagger that was sprinkled with infiltrating cold air was at the moment of piercing, and the person holding it suddenly felt that his hand was empty, and the dagger was gone!

The four of them were startled, and they all looked up, but they saw a blue figure standing in the flickering lights, carefully looking at the dagger in their hands, on their necks, blood flowed non-stop, and their entire chest was stained red with blood.

He looked at it for a moment, and suddenly raised his head to look at the four masked men, under the vast night sky, his eyes were like cold stars, and his murderous aura was fierce, and every trace of his eyes fluttered like ten thousand flying swords ready to standby.

Somehow, under this death-defying gaze, the four black-clothed men gradually collapsed their will, and they couldn't resist it at all, so they slowly moved towards the courtyard gate.

At this time, the blue cloth couldn't care about everything, picked up the dagger of the great prince, an unparalleled leap, the man in black who threw the sword in the air, the man in black was defenseless, and had to dodge, but the blue cloth seemed to know the direction of his dodge, and there was no need to borrow force in the air, a tumbling had fallen in front of him, the dagger was swung, and the person had been split in half.

The long whip swung again, and the blue cloth grabbed the whip body with his bare hands, so that the whip man's weapon was charged, and he couldn't help but struggle, and when he was trying his best to recover, the blue cloth took off into the air like a bird pounced on a dagger and pierced his chest.

At this point, the blue cloth has killed the red eyes, picked up the whip and struck the remaining black-clothed people left and right, the two of them couldn't resist, where the long whip went, the sword in the black-clothed man's hand fell, the blue-clothed body floated lightly, and the two heads behind him were separated!

Lan Yi wiped the blood stains on the dagger, but walked to the side of the eldest prince, leaned down and looked at him, his anger was like a gossamer, his eyes were scattered, the sword wound was extremely deep and serious, Lan Yi looked at the blood that kept pouring out under his body, and thought in his heart:

I can't get through half an hour, right? It's so desolate, I don't have to do it, and he won't survive tonight.

Looking at the bloodless pale face of the eldest prince, for some reason, the murderous intent in Shicai's chest gradually subsided, and the hand holding the dagger also hung down:

With such a godsend, why can't I do it?

Is it because, at the last moment of his life, he was still thinking about releasing his soul, or... Still is... All kinds of care after arriving at the palace?

However, the revenge of killing the father can not be exchanged! How can a small favor resist the pain of exterminating the clan?

Thinking of this, the hands that had just hung down held the dagger again, but their hands trembled, and they couldn't stab it no matter what...

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The man in white stood silently beside him, watching all this, the darkness gradually covered the shadow of everything, all the courtyards, human voices, all kinds of frogs and chickens crowed without a trace, and the ground was dark again.

Only the area where the blue clothes and the eldest prince are located gradually turns white, as if there is a strong light shining on the two of them in the sky, and the darkness is the cheapest and most direct background, they are the protagonists of a play, and they are performing the script that has been written for a long time, but in the end, they find themselves trapped in the play and can't get out...

The man in white sighed in his heart for a long time, and was not in a hurry to make any decision:

The left and right are just a play, singing good and bad, as long as you have a good feeling in your heart!

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In that garden somewhere in the Three Realms, in an unpretentious farmhouse, the man was holding his usual vegetarian tea and looking at a mirror that looked like a mirror embedded in the wall, in which the story of the script of the man in white was being interpreted.

In his eyes, which are forever shrouded in black fog, everything in this mirror is transparent and unconcealed:

Human nature, human hearts, souls, and spirits!

He could see a faint trace of hesitation in the heart of the man in white, and he could see the purity and helplessness in the soul of the blue man in the play.

In the end, after he drank the cup of tea, he brushed it casually, hid the mirror, and couldn't help but say:

Young naivety is the most unforgivable enemy!

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In the world, the prince's mansion, I don't know where there is a bosom friend, and I can't say enough words for this love,

After that, the two often played together, and the prince found a pattern:

The sound of the flute rarely appears during the day, mostly in the dead of night, and, judging by the clarity of the sound, the person who plays the flute should be in the inner courtyard.

Who is it who "flouts" the rules of my palace so much, and makes this sound in the middle of the night, disturbing people's dreams?

The prince remained silent and did not send anyone to investigate, and when the people in the palace saw it, they didn't pay much attention to it.

The two co-authored, like old friends, became familiar, and the repertoire was not limited to chapter scores.

Sometimes, even if I pluck it a few times, there will be a few inquiries from there, and the happy things in my heart will be happily clicked in the high register, and if I am in a bad mood, I will let the bass whimper.

Even the prince had to sleep with a concubine at night, and before he left, he played an obscene song, and the sound of the flute was similar to a song like a million conscripts fighting endlessly, which caused the prince to laugh and "fight", and he was full of momentum.

However, the next day, there was a dusk drum and morning bell, and the old monk set the tune, mocking the prince in moderation.

The prince also listened to his own persuasion, and he kept the vegetarian for a few days, and the days passed day by day, and the two people's minds became more and more connected, and they were no longer in a song, but as straight as talking.

The result of this exercise finally made the prince want to find the person who played the flute.

He first called a musician from the palace and ordered him to play in his room, but he paced nearby with his hands on his back:

Judging by the clarity of the sound of the flute, this person should not be far from him.

However, the musician played for a long time and did not see the person who played the flute come out to meet.

The rhythm has a soul, just like the voice of the heart, there is a heart, if you don't see each other, you don't know that there is no song without people!

He sighed, and that's it.

But from then on, the prince never heard the sound of the flute again, and he felt that the person who played the flute already knew the purpose of his substitution.

This person's intelligence is rare in the world, and it also haunts him, and he can't help himself.