The sword light is gone, the killing machine is dead, and the murderous spirit is gone.

The killing intent has receded, and Guan Yun has gone away.

The soft breeze is fluttering, and the fallen leaves are slight.

It seems that there is still a smell of this person in heaven and earth, a taste of cold and indifference, a taste that makes people extremely crazy and crazy.

This is the rivers and lakes, the taste of the rivers and lakes.

Without this taste, it is not called a river and lake, and it is not a river and lake.

The low-hanging sunlight is not welcoming, there is no trace of heart-warming feeling, it is disgusting and tiresome.

There is no knife light, the blood is still flowing, their bodies are still flowing with blood, although it is not as violent as the original intention, but it has not stopped, just thinking about the grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes, the love and love in the heart of the prodigal son, there will be no day to stop, not even a moment to stop.

Maybe it's stopped here, but it's more crazy and ferocious elsewhere.

The two horses were still neighing, and it was not pleasant for the horses' hooves to step on the mud, but they could only endure it, and they had no other choice, and they could not have any other choice.

Because the people in the rivers and lakes, those rootless prodigal sons, can't even choose their own fate, let alone a good horse?

The blood on the ground is getting deeper and thicker, and there is no trace of exhaustion or withering.

The soft wind drifted by, the blood road rippled and swayed, and the fallen leaves fell down, and suddenly they were dyed blood red, bloody red.

Then in the blood road, the rivers and lakes are slowly swaying, and I don't know if it is happy and happy to sway? Still swaying with pain and sorrow.

Whatever it is, it looks extremely bleak and miserable.

Maybe this is the rivers and lakes of people, there is no water in the rivers and lakes of people, even if there is water, it is blood water, bloody water, not only stained the bodies of those rootless prodigal sons in the rivers and lakes, but also dyed their stories alive.

A very tragic and tragic story.

The gentle breeze is not strong, and the horsehair is not very undulating.

He hissed and roared, low and hoarse, as if he was extremely dissatisfied and extremely unhappy.

Pieces of blood-red dead leaves swim to their feet, and they are trampled by hooves, and when they are stepped on, they do not float, they are dead and merge with the mud, and they will never part.

There are many things in the world that are like this, like blood-red dead leaves, once they are trampled by the horse's hooves, they will reunite with the mud, and once they are reunited, they will always be entangled, endlessly, day and night, and there will be no parting, and there will be no day of parting.

This kind of thing is like an amorous girl falling in love with a lover, the heart in the belly will be like the bloody dead leaves, the love will be endless, day and night entanglement, that kind of love, will be reunited with her body, once reunited, there will be no parting, and there will be no day of parting.

Liu ecstasy tilted her gaze, her gaze had fallen to the dead leaves under the mud, the bloody dead leaves had been trampled by the horse's hooves to be extremely broken and messy, and there was no longer the style of the tree, proud, brilliant, romantic,......。

"Do you have something to ask me?"

Speechless, he stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking into the distance like a spear.

In the distance, there are still rivers and lakes, maybe cleaner than the ground here, not stained red by blood, but sooner or later it will be the same, and it will become the same.

Because this is the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are bloody roads, bloody roads.

The blood of those Jianghu people is also the blood of most rootless prodigal sons.

Liu ecstasy raised his head softly, staring at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand.

The man didn't move, the gun didn't move, only the cloak moved.

The pitch-black cloaks are fluttering, and the ribbons in their hands are also fluttering, as if they are always fluttering their passion and pleasure, fluttering their own stories and grievances.

"Why didn't you come and ask me?"

Silent without life.

"You can ask me, you can ask me anything, including how many men I slept with."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

Tears do not affect her charm, the charm of extreme seduction, extreme ecstasy, mature charm.

No matter what kind of man hears and sees her sadness and pain, he can't help but care about it and can't help but give condolences.

But there is no life, maybe he is not a man, but a god.

There are few gods in the rivers and lakes, the god of guns.

Wusheng didn't look at her, sighed long, and didn't say anything.

Liu ecstasy stared at him quietly, the tears hanging from his eyes gradually disappeared, disappeared without a trace, and his gaze gradually became softer and more delicate.

She seemed to know that tears could not move his heart, let alone soften his heart.

If a woman knows the wonder of tears, and can control it at will, say it and come out, and disappear when she says it, then she must be a very smart woman, and she will suffer a lot less sin in life, maybe much less than those women who can't shed tears.

It's not a truth, but it's practical, and it's something that wise women usually use.

"You really won't ask me? Don't ask me anything? ”

Wusheng didn't look at him, standing like a stone statue.

"You seem to be in a car?"

Liu ecstasy didn't understand and couldn't speak, so she hung her head, as if she was contemplative, as if she hadn't been contemplative.

Because she didn't know why he asked this sentence, this sentence was a little clueless, and she couldn't tell what it meant?

So she didn't speak.

She understands one thing, she didn't understand the problem, and she didn't say anything, and she might regret it if she said it.

Not only do you regret it, but you may also be unlucky.

"Yes."

She didn't speak, but someone was talking not far from the carriage.

The man was a short, capable old coachman, and he jumped into the carriage with a demented face that was not only panicked and frightened, but also sluggish and honest.

"You're an old coachman?"

"Yes."

"Know the rules?"

"Yes."

"Then you come and catch the car."

"Okay."

He nodded, picked up his whip, and his gaze fell on the horse's ass.

The whip had fallen on the bare horse's buttocks, and it was not heavy or light, but it was extremely effective.

No matter who can see that he is a good driver for many years, a veteran out of ten.

The whip was raised, the neighing ripples, and the carriage was running at great speed, without a single jolt, and the carriage was extremely steady, as if it had stayed in place, and had not moved.

The horses outside were already barking, as if they were not satisfied with it again.

Yang Qing had woken up and woke up with a smile.

Sweetly stretched and yawned.

This sleep seems to be very enjoyable and comfortable.

She reclined in the arms of the willow ecstasy, but did not get up, her hands were already groping around, groping for something.

Then she had the jar in her hand, and the smile in her eyes grew stronger.