The middle finger died, because he was too arrogant, and he didn't take the world in his eyes, so he could only die!

The index finger is gone, because his mission has been completed, so he is gone.

Ten fingers to heart!

As long as there is a wound, the heart will also hurt.

Not to mention two broken fingers?

The sawdust and dust in the air followed the figure of the index finger and disappeared.

"What shall we do now?" asked Pinky, like a deflated ball.

"Of course it's murder!" the big red robe squinted and smiled, and as he spoke, he took out a thick stack of bills of silver.

"Here are 100,000 taels.

Within a period of twenty days, the head of the Northern Qi He Dao people was removed. ”

Pinky finger takes the ticket silver.

People kill themselves, and the bounty is, of course, their own.

This is the rule set by the big red robe.

He didn't ask who his employer was.

This is also the rule set by the big red robe.

The big red robe looked at Little Finger with a slightly flustered expression, and withdrew the silver ticket.

"You've lost your sword heart!" the big red robe looked at Little Finger, "your heart is no longer on the sword."

Can't let you go this time. ”

Don't let the little finger go, only the ring finger goes.

Just because he hasn't killed someone on his ring finger doesn't mean he won't kill!

"No! this mission is mine!" cried Pinky, like a spoiled child, his eyes burning with anger at the sight of his beloved toys being taken away from him.

The ring finger stood silently aside, did not take the ticket silver, and still looked at the big red robe calmly.

The little finger suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the silver of the ticket was like a snowflake in the sky, dyeing the blue bricks of the broken temple into pieces of white.

He was not jealous, nor was he angry in his heart.

There's only one reason!

His life was picked up with his ring finger.

He's a killer, a killer with bloody hands.

But he didn't allow his life-saver's hands to be stained with blood.

He felt that the ring finger should be a literati, a literati like Zhuang Mohan.

In the ruined temple, only the little finger exhaled thickly.

The big red robe sat quietly, and the ring finger stood quietly aside.

Long.

Long.

"The little finger was taught by you yourself, don't you know his heart?" the ring finger broke the silence, "Even if the little finger can't adjust his mood, I believe that with the ability of the little finger, he has the ability to kill He Daoren." ”

"As you might guess, even if you let me go, Pinky will still sneak behind.

He always wanted to protect me. ”

"If you know he'll go even if you don't let him go, why do you have to let me go?"

Little Finger's eyes widened, looking at the two of them, the atmosphere was a little delicate.

"Why are you doing this! Why?" the ring finger said, with a hint of indescribable affection, floating between the two.

Little Finger has known the ring finger for a few years, and I have never seen him like this.

"Northern Qi is still very dangerous.

He Dao people are naturally not afraid.

But you have to know that there is a begonia in Northern Qi.

The begonia whose reputation is on par with mine. ”

"What's more, according to other rumors, the sister of Fan Xian, the director of the Supervision Yuan, is only one step away from being able to leap into the realm of the Great Grandmaster. ”

The big red robe's gaze did not look at the ring finger, and he lowered his head and said calmly, "If you don't go together, can you still come back?"

Little Finger nodded, feeling that the big red robe was right, although the Northern Qi Dynasty did not have the bitter lotus, it was more indestructible than when the bitter lotus was in charge.

The ring finger smiled coldly, looked at the big red robe and sneered, looking at him like an idiot.

Little Finger suddenly remembered his middle finger, and he hurriedly tried to remind him, but to no avail.

"In that case, why don't you go yourself?" asked the ring finger rhetorically.

"Don't look at me like that, I remember saying that. ”

The big red robe said softly.

The words are very flat, and the voice is not sharp.

As sharp as a blunt sword.

However, everyone knows.

As long as it's a sword, it can kill!

Blunt swords are no exception.

"You let the two of us go north for only one purpose. ”

The ring finger was not affected by the words of the big red robe in the slightest, still looking at him, and said.

"Oh?" the big red robe was still flat and unedged.

"Because you're going to do a big thing! a big thing that you don't even know if you'll be able to come back! You don't want us to follow you to your death!"

"You've thought too much.

I've always felt that you're too sensitive to be a killer. ”

The big red robe was laughing, and the flesh of the laughter was shaking.

The flesh was shaking.

There are only two reasons why people laugh like this!

You're really happy, so happy that you can't control your expression, you can't control your body.

Also, if you want to hide something, there's nothing better than a smile as a mask.

"Now that I know that after today, there will be yin and yang.

Why do you have to do it?" the ring finger was a little excited, and his voice became sharper.

Sharp as a needle, it pierced into the heart of the big red robe.

"What you don't want to do, you still have to do. ”

Da Hongpao stopped smiling, raised his head, looked at his ring finger quietly, sighed, and seemed to say to himself, "This is life, this is life."

No matter how unwilling you are to do something, you must do it.

No one forces you to do it, but you have to do it. ”

"If you have to do it, why can't you take me with you?"

The ring finger's voice was a little sad, and he continued: "Everyone says that the thumb is cold-blooded and ruthless.

Like a ghost, it exists like a zài.

But I know what kind of person you are! In my eyes, you're just a wretched person.

A man who is so pitiful that there is no cure! a fool who only thinks about others, but never thinks about himself!"

The big red robe waved his hand: "Go north, I can't take you there, because..." ”

He stopped waving his hand suddenly, and the look of his ring finger gave him a feeling of so-called existence.

It's an emotion that you don't even know how to express.

He stopped, not saying the second half of his sentence.

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"Just because I'm a woman?" the ring finger finally couldn't hold back, and even his fingers began to tremble in excitement.

Baoyuelou is a brothel, but not all brothels are Baoyuelou.

A beautiful woman will become a sign of a brothel and a pearl in the hands of a man.

But what about those who aren't beautiful?

The ring finger is certainly not called the ring finger.

But now she only wants to call it by this name, and when she thinks of the past, she is afraid, and she trembles with fear.

A man ransomed her.

And teach her something that women shouldn't learn.

He told her that if a person wants to survive, he can only rely on himself.

A beautiful woman can rely on her looks, but what about her?

She also wants to live for herself.

That's all.

Her current name is ring finger, and she's content.

She has a life of her own.

She doesn't have to sell her ** for a meal and clothing.

Of course, she also knows that her ** can only be exchanged for two taels of fat.

That's the least valuable meat!

She's a killer, but she's never killed anyone.

Because the man who saved her did not allow her to kill.

She felt that only by following this man could she live like a person, and she had a soul.

That's a feeling from the so-called being.

Comfortable, free, uninhibited.

But now......

It was like she had a dream.

When I woke up from a dream, all the beautiful things turned into a river of spring water.

"Let me go with you.

Even if I die, I won't be afraid. ”

The tears of the ring finger are crystal clear, and only the purest people can have such beautiful tears.

Purity is never the distinction between the spirit and the spirit.

Even if the ring finger is a prostitute, she is still pure.

As pure as a newborn baby!

The big red robe looked at the ring finger silently.

He didn't know what was going on in his own mind.

Maybe it's happiness.

Is he really happy? Only he knows.

Even if a person has all the glory and wealth of the world, he will not be able to sleep when he returns from a dream in the middle of the night.

His eyes were full of satisfied smiles, but his heart was full of tears.

In the midst of thousands of mansions, the loneliness in his heart makes him still live in the rock wall room.

If you tell this kind of affection to those smart people, they will laugh at you for being an idiot, a hopeless fool.

How far is true joy?

Treasures, wealth, power, status?

Is Da Hong Pao happy?

This kind of affection can only be understood by those who are truly true and genuine.

Even if others insult and ridicule him, calling him an idiot and a fool, he won't care.

The big red robe is an idiot, an incurable fool!

The ring finger turned suddenly, the tears on his pale face had not dried, and his flat eyes were full of resentment, becoming as sharp as a blade.

She picked up the silver ticket from the bluestone slab and made a walking gesture to her little finger.

Little Finger stood there stupidly, not moving.

He didn't want to go, and he couldn't go.

If he leaves here, he will never have a home.

Although, it's not a home.

"Are you leaving?" asked the ring finger without looking back.

This sentence is also said to be as good as a blade.

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A moment of passing can change the world, change a person, and change all fate.

The ring finger is a pain in the heart, a pain that has no words.

She stopped suddenly, and a feeling that had been buried in her heart for a long time melted her in an instant.

Without waiting for the little finger to answer, the ring finger turned his head and rushed towards the big red robe without thinking.

She suddenly hugged the big red robe, her lips were cold, but soft, fragrant, sweet as a bud.

She didn't know why she was like this, she only knew that if she left now, she would definitely meet again in the future.

If you leave now, maybe you will only meet when you go to the Naihe Bridge together!

It has been said that friendship is cumulative.

The longer the friendship, the deeper the friendship.

Good fences make good neighbors.

The water will also turn into a rich and fragrant wine over time.

Friendship must stand the test of time, but love often happens in an instant.

How glorious, how glorious, how sacred, and how beautiful this moment was!

This moment is enough to stop time, enough to turn into eternity.

The wind was blowing softly outside the window, and twilight had fallen on the earth.

The dusk of spring is both bright and hazy.

It's both soft and warm.

At this moment, the voice of the whole world suddenly disappeared.

There are only the gentle eyes of the girl in the sunset, and there is only the endless lingering of the girl under the shadow of the tree.

How many years later, when you look back again, do you still remember that back then, someone whispered to you like this?

It's like the vow that is deeply engraved in my heart and will never die!

Please don't hesitate any longer, open your hands and embrace the beloved girl in your arms.

Embrace the gentle silence.

I don't know when it started, but the two figures in the twilight turned into a person.

They don't have the ** of flames, but they have a tenderness as meek as water.

"You must live, I will wait for you. ”

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The door had been bolted from the outside, and a woman with a smile like a glacier thawing, spring returning to the earth, and a new bud opening in the sun, floated out like a light cloud.

In the distant sky, the sunset is fluttering.

The clouds were faintly blown away by a wisp of wind, and the last rays of the twilight sun crept through the sky.

The big red robe stood alone in the ruined temple, and there was still a trace of tenderness at the corner of his lips.

Is it his own, or is it left by someone else?

The person is gone, and no one knows if she will go north.

No one knows where she will wait for her sweetheart's return.

Even the big red robe didn't know.

"The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

The big red robe looked at the golden horizon stupidly, and muttered two lines of poetry from the half-idle fast.

But......

The sunset is not infinite, and people do not last long.

But what about beauty and Chanjuan?

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

The spring rain is like silk, and if you want to connect it, you want to break it.

The drizzle knocked on the imperial city, quietly falling on the smooth glazed roof, and with the gap between the glasses, sliding out of the wonderful curves.

This situation and this scene are very beautiful.

The prince always liked the weather.

Because of the continuous filaments, such as a Sichuan tobacco, make the city full of wind and flocculent.

This will remind him of the faint and graceful figure, the shameful smile as pure as the spring rain.

The cold plum of Guangxin Palace, the tulle of Guangxin Palace, the woman in Guangxin Palace......

"Ask Qing where he is today, the diaphragm rain is far away, all in the apricot blossom willow wind. ”

The prince looked into the distance, thinking about it, and couldn't help but whisper softly.

The sound of rapid armor striking each other broke the sweet picture.

The crown prince couldn't help but frown slightly.

"What's going on?" asked the prince.

The little eunuch beside him hurriedly replied: "Your Majesty is in a hurry to recruit the Generalissimo Yan Xiaoyi to return to Beijing.

I heard that Lord Yan had not finished his helmet, so he hurriedly went to face the saint. ”

The prince's brows were still slightly locked, and the faint melancholy was washed away by the gusts of spring rain.

All that remains is questions and speculation.

"Your Majesty finally can't help it!" the prince sighed and pondered.

Yan Xiaoyi received the emperor's secret order and rushed back to the capital overnight.

He hadn't been so excited for a long time, his son's blood was still shaking in front of his eyes, and the hands of the Jiupin master, who had always been calm, began to tremble slightly at this time.

The Supervision Yuan was fenced off, and the Chen Yuan, which was like spring all year round, was also fenced off.

No one is allowed to leave half a step unless ordered by His Majesty.

Violators are killed!

Fan Xian looked at Yan Xiaoyi in front of him, at his hand, at his bow, and his heart was still calm.

Defection is a thing that is easier said than done.

But Fan Xian didn't want to take this last step, after all, there were too many things to be nostalgic for here.

He believes in Chen Pingping!

After that night, he had already determined Chen Pingping's thoughts.

Chen Pingping wanted to use her shoulders to push Fan Xian into the luxurious palace.

Although, how he did it and how he thought it.

Fan Xian asked all night and still didn't know.

The relationship between loyalty and betrayal is like the continuous spring rain.

If you want to break it, you want to connect it!

It doesn't matter if you betray, you betray because the benefits you receive are enough.

It doesn't matter if you're loyal, it's because the stakes for betrayal are too low

Maybe it's for the two thighs that have already left him, maybe it's for a woman in Dongyi City, maybe it's for a green leaf that looked down on his eyebrows back then.

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"In the house of goodness, there will be afterglow, and in the house of ungoodness, there will be aftermath.

The minister kills his king, and the son kills his father, not overnight, and the origin of it is gradual, and it is not early to argue. ”

Fan Xian suddenly remembered "Yi amp;#8226; Kunamp;#8226; Such a passage in the Literary Language.

When he thought of his current relationship with the princes in the palace and the emperor, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Yan Xiaoyi saw Fan Xian's expression, her eyebrows trembled, her right hand gently stroked the long bow on her waist, her eyes were resolute, and her face was slightly pale.

Of course, Fan Xian would not admit that Yan Xiaoyi had come to surround the Supervision Yuan.

Why is he still laughing?

"Does he still think Ben is not to be afraid?"

A wave of arrogance spread from Yan Xiaoyi's dantian.

Yan Xiaoyi sneered, and the supervision courtyard was full of dangerous smells.

A long, thin arrow had been pulled out of his waist in the blink of an eye.

The cold light trembled like a spiritual snake, trembling in the drizzle, so that people could never see where the tip of his arrow was pointing.

I couldn't tell where he was going to shoot.

Even the color of the arrows seems to be changing! sometimes red, sometimes blue.

As soon as the bow came into his hand, he changed, quieter, colder, more determined.

Cold as ice, fixed as a mountain!

Twilight is approaching again, and a piece of spring has turned gray.

The arrow was about to come out, but before it came out, a figure flashed in front of Yan Xiaoyi.

It was a dark shadow, a shadow.

However, it was not Yan Xiaoyi standing in front of the black shadow.

A bald monk preemptively blocked the shadow's path.

The dark shadows moved, and so did the monks.

The dark shadow was quiet, and the monks were also quiet.

The black shadow smiled bitterly, who was the shadow in the end?

"From the temple?" Fan Xian asked with a frown.

Yan Xiaoyi didn't answer.

His attention was all on his bow, and once distracted, it was difficult to concentrate on the arrow.

What's more, in front of him is his killer enemy, Fan Xian, who is also a nine-grade person.

The black shadow made a move, and the sword aura was imminent.

The sword light skyrocketed, and the sword body suddenly grew three feet longer, and there was an extra blue light on the tip of the sword, expanding and contracting, brilliant and dazzling.

With each sword stabbed by the shadow, the monk took a step back.

The black shadow stabbed ten swords in a row, and the monk took ten steps back.

Suddenly, the sword withered, like a flower that had bloomed to its brightest colors and began to wither.

Prosperity is decline!

The black shadow's expression gradually shattered with the sword.

He knew, he lost

The monk took out a bamboo cane and tapped it lightly.

The sound of "dang", like a talisman, shook into the depths of the black shadow's heart

Yan Xiaoyi's eyebrows were imperceptibly relieved, and he thought: The strength of the person His Majesty recruited from the temple is really extraordinary.

Two Nine Pins Kill One Nine Pins, Who Will Win?

This kind of boring question, I'm afraid no one has the time to answer you.

The shadow leaned against the wall, his face haggard, as if his heart had been broken by the staff.

Fan Xian had no way out, and Yan Xiaoyi's arrow had already pointed at him.

The monks of the temple stood in front of Yan Xiaoyi, like an impregnable barrier.

The power of this combination is probably something that even the Great Grandmaster would not dare to match.

With a "boom", the arrow has left the bow, like a meteor catching the moon, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

(Special Move: Junko Koga's Roar)

The monk was already about to turn around and leave, he could see that Yan Xiaoyi's shocking arrow was shocking, and Fan Xian didn't even have a chance to block it.

Fan Xian can't stop it, it doesn't mean that others can't stop it.

A green sail blocked in front of Fan Xian, but how could the power of this arrow be blocked by a green sail?

The arrow is sharp, the sail is broken!

The arrows are still as powerful as the bloodthirsty devil.

It will never stop until it sees blood.

The arrows stop, the blood flows!

It was not Fan Xian's blood that was shed, but the Guan Lu disciple of Sigu Jian-Wang Shisanlang!

"Sure enough, it's a peerless arrow!" Wang Shisanlang was laughing, his face pale with laughter.

He frowned, pulled out the arrow with great force, and tossed it aside.

Wang Shisanlang seemed to want to say something, but a stream of blood rushed out of his throat and sprayed in front of the two masters.

Blood was like a mist, obscuring the monk's vision.

The shadow with a bleak face on the side moved, and no one saw how he made a move, as if he was acting just now.

Show this pretentious temple monk!

A figure like black lightning passed through the monk.

The monk fell to the ground with a bang.

His stiff face was full of incredulity, and his bulging eyes still had images of what he had seen before he died.

He has an iron cone in his eyes!

Yan Xiaoyi stared at the temple monk who was already lying on the ground, and his face was unusually calm.

Just like Fan Xian just now.

But his heart is like a storm, like a tide.

He had practiced countless times with the monks of the temple.

There was not a single mistake.

One Wang Shisanlang couldn't stop their attacks, which was also within Yan Xiaoyi's calculations.

But he still didn't expect Wang Shisanlang to be so domineering.

I was hit by an arrow and was able to stand up.

He regretted it!

He regretted not seeing the leader of the six places clearly.

His gaze stayed on Fan Xian, and he didn't realize that the leader of the six places was no longer the original shadow.

He's a blind man!

"Who is this blind man?"

Yan Xiaoyi suddenly remembered that night, the eldest princess's palace maid was killed, and Hong Si itched to get the tiger away from the mountain.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he remembered a legend in this land, and he thought of who this blind man was!

What is too sure is often the hardest thing to succeed in.

Yan Xiaoyi's eyes were hazy, he remembered hunting barefoot in the forest when he was a teenager, and remembered the first time he saw the woman who changed the fate of his life.

He had a smile on his lips and his eyes glazed over.

It is said that when a person dies, the memories of his life will be reflected in his mind one by one.

When you think of memories that have been discarded in the corner, this is the day you run out of gas.

Fan Xian didn't kill Yan Xiaoyi, not because he didn't want to, but because he was too late.

The only person who can kill Yan Xiaoyi is Yan Xiaoyi himself.

The iron arrow that had followed him through countless battles was inserted into his body with his own hand.

At this moment, Yan Xiaoyi found that his blood was still hot.

Life is amazing!

Those who love poison will die on poison.

Those who are good at water will die in the water

Those who use arrows can only die under the arrows!

Own arrows!