Liu Ecstasy smiled, smiling and staring at Wusheng.

If he doesn't smile, he won't have a smile on his face, and there may be nothing in the world that can make him smile. "It's going to hurt both sides."

Liu Ecstasy slowly let go of his hand, walked to the table delicately, and poured a few bowls of wine, "Since you don't want to kill each other, why don't you stop and take a sip of wine." ”

The sword light suddenly disappeared, and it slowly entered the sheath.

Black Hawk drank a bowl of wine, and the stick wound on his cheek gradually became more red.

But he didn't seem to be tired, and his body was still full of strength, a kind of strength that only young people have.

Feiying has no scars, not a single one, and no matter who can see, his light skills are really good.

Those seven or eight people were different, there were not many sword wounds on their bodies, and they were not deep.

There was an indescribable tiredness in his eyes, as if he was extremely weak.

The man with a towering forehead and a thin face drank all the wine, stared at the black eagle, stared at the sword in his hand, and said word by word, "You don't have a killing chance?" ”

Black Hawk also stared at him, "I wouldn't have killed you in the first place. ”

"Why?"

"I didn't get the order to kill you."

The man no longer glanced at Black Hawk, but stared at Liu Ecstasy, staring into her eyes, "We don't want you, but someone will." ”

After saying this, he left without looking back.

His companions also left.

Liu ecstasy stared at the wine on the table, as if in deep thought.

What are they going to ask themselves to do? Is it to kill me? Or is there something else going on?

Is it goodwill? Or malicious?

Looking at the back that gradually disappeared, Liu Ecstasy had an inexplicable doubt.

The dishes on the table have gradually cooled, the wine in the bowl has long since lost a trace of ripples, there is no trace of ups and downs, everything seems very peaceful and quiet.

The silence makes the chest panic and stuffy.

Liu ecstasy suddenly covered his chest, staring at Wusheng, Wusheng did not move, every muscle on his body did not move abnormally, but cold sweat was already showing on his forehead.

"Do you feel something?"

Wusheng nodded.

"What is it?"

When she said this, she suddenly stared outside, and the cold wind was gusting outside, and the residual leaves were fluttering.

Everything seemed very ordinary, and there was nothing very special.

There was nothing wrong with it, but a look of worry and pity had drifted on Liu Ecstasy's cheeks, and his body gradually became unstable, and then he suddenly collapsed and fell into the arms of lifeless.

The stone statue did not move, the stone statue was silent, and sighed deeply.

"You ......." Liu ecstasy stared at the lifeless chest, her words twitching from excessive instability.

The Black Eagle stared at the willow ecstasy, staring at the willow ecstasy's body, and his face gradually became ugly.

But he did not speak, he was not accustomed to speak with his mouth, but he was good at speaking with his sword.

His hand didn't move, and the sword in its scabbard was shaking, twitching slightly.

Wusheng sighed deeply, but gently stroked the back of Liu Ecstasy, "You can, you can definitely handle everything." ”

Liu ecstasy nodded, this sentence seemed to be a bowl of calming medicine.

What have they felt? What is it that makes them uneasy?

Each of them is a master among the masters in the rivers and lakes, and the feeling of danger and disaster is even stronger and more sensitive than the first time a virgin is hit by her lover's passion.

This may be an exaggeration, but it is true.

Willow ecstasy stared at the twin eagles, but the black eagles did not move.

His hand was gripping the hilt of the sword, and he didn't move, but everyone knew that he could move at any time, and it was fast, cold, and accurate.

As soon as his hand touches the hilt of the sword, his heart becomes steady.

If the heart is stable, the hand is more stable, and only when the hand that kills becomes very stable can it kill and not be killed.

Willow ecstasy stared at the hand, the hand that touched the hilt of the sword.

A smile had risen on Black Hawk's face, the kind of smile that only young people have, a smile that was full of energy and energy.

No matter what kind of woman is in love with him, she will not regret it, she will enjoy indescribable pleasure and excitement, and she will not be tired or disgusted in life, because he will never stop making you happy and joyful, so that your body and soul are unprecedentedly satisfied.

He held the scabbard as if an amorous and gentle lover held his lover's buttocks, and his face not only floated with a passionate smile, but also with confidence and courage.

Liu ecstasy didn't speak, just stared at him quietly, staring at every inch of his body's youthful vitality and passion.

A smile gradually drifted into Black Hawk's cheeks, a smile of great satisfaction.

But his smile suddenly disappeared, and his cheeks suddenly stiffened like an iron plate.

He slowly fell, and when he fell, he saw the Flying Eagle, and the Flying Eagle was also staring at him.

The eyes of the two of them met and collided, as if they were a pair of parting lovers, revealing indescribable sadness and pain.

Black Hawk gritted his teeth, "You ......." ”

The eagle stared at him, into his eyes, and tears rolled out of his eyes.

His words seemed to be suddenly drowned in tears, drowning.

The eagle separated his hand from the hilt of his sword. "I've lived, and you haven't tried that taste of being alive, so you can't die."

Black Hawk was silent, tears rolling in his eyes.

The Eagle stared at him, staring at his rolling tears, "That taste of being alive is so beautiful, you must try it." ”

No one understood what he meant by the kind of life that came out of his mouth.

Black Hawk was silent, staring at him, already gritting his teeth, as if struggling.

Feiying smiled, "Go tell the concubine that if I don't go there, I'll go find someone else, I won't blame her." ”

He didn't want to look at the eagle, much less at the sad look.

The Flying Eagle suddenly turned around and stared at Willow Ecstasy, staring at her delicate, kind, ecstatic cheeks, "I'll go." ”

"Do you know what to do?"

The eagle was silent, nodding his head.

Liu was silent, her eyes had drifted into the distance.

The eagle also drifted into the distance, and the sun gradually disappeared.

The sky gradually became dead and gray, without a trace of vitality, as if she was a resentful woman who was too lonely and too empty, a resentful woman who did not have a trace of passion and joy, and an indescribable viciousness and resentment.

The eagle seems to have drifted towards malice, towards resentment, as if it has been overwhelmed with malice and resentment.

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, "What is he going to do?" ”

Silent without life.

The empty eyes were already staring and poking into the distance like spearheads, as if they wanted to stab everything in the distance alive.

Liu ecstasy stared at Yang Qing and said delicately, "To save people?" ”

Yang Qing didn't understand, "Who to save?" ”

"Someone who just got out."

"The seven beggars?"

"Yes, do you know who they are?"

Yang Qing didn't know and didn't speak.

"Did you find their hands?"

"What's the difference in their hands?"

"Each of them has only nine fingers in each of their hands."

Yang Qing was silent.

She really didn't expect that Liu Ecstasy's insight was so far-reaching, and she had figured out the identities of these people in a short period of time.

"They both have missing a ring finger in both hands."

"Ring finger?"

"Yes, it's all left-handed, not the one holding the stick."

"Is there any such thing as that?"

Liu ecstasy nodded, "Yes, there are many theories, and there is only one that is the most correct." ”

"Which one?"

"None of them will be famous, and they won't want to be famous."

Yang Qing suddenly remembered something, but she couldn't say it.

"They are the unfamous nine-fingered elders in the beggar gang, there are nine of them, and each of them does not have a ring finger."

"Do they all want to be famous? Reluctant to be famous? ”

"Yes." Liu Yiling nodded in acknowledgement, but sighed deeply, "Isn't it beautiful to be famous?" ”

Yang Qing was silent, as if she was already pondering.

Perhaps they have grown weary and tired of the struggle for fame, and have become weary and powerless in their lives; Perhaps they have suffered humiliation and sorrow under fame, and they have had enough of the vanity of fame, which can neither eat nor drink.

"How can they be in danger?" Yang Qing stared at Liu's ecstatic cheeks, her cheeks had gradually become bloodless, without a trace of vitality.

The delicate seems to fall down at any moment, and if you fall, you won't get up.

But she still gritted her teeth, gritted her teeth and struggled to breathe, struggling to live.

She may not live for herself, but for the life of others, many others.

This kind of living is not only a painful torture, but also a hard contribution.

The lifeless stone statue walked towards her, stretched out his palm, pressed against her body, ready to frantically pour internal force into her.

She turned around delicately, staring at Wusheng, smiling and shaking her head.

"I can't accept you, once the internal strength is exhausted, the consequences are really ......."

Silent and deeply sighed.

Liu ecstasy walked softly towards Black Hawk, and hurriedly clicked on a few big holes on his body.

The Black Eagle suddenly stood up and stared into the distance, but there was no movement, let alone any intention of going.

What is Far Away? Is it desperate from afar? Bleeding?

Liu ecstasy stared at him, "Why don't you go?" ”

Black Hawk didn't move, his hand suddenly touched the hilt of his sword, and slowly let go.

The sword did not move, nor did the hand holding the sword.

"I can't go." Black Eagle stared at Liu Ecstasy, stared at Wusheng, stared at Yang Qing, stared at everything here, "I can't go, I can only watch him go." ”

Yang Qing stared at his back, his back was indescribably sad and grief. "Why?"

"The rivers and lakes will chase and kill, and someone will appear at any time."

What he said was the truth, as long as the Black Hawk went, everyone here would be very dangerous, really dangerous.

"So I can only watch him fight hard."

"Who would kill the Ring Fingers?"

"It doesn't matter who kills, the important thing is that the nameless nine fingers can't die after we meet."

Yang Qing stared at the Black Eagle, who seemed to be pondering, and as if he was grieving, "If they die, hundreds of thousands of people from the north and south of the beggar gang will look for us and fight with us." ”

"Yes."

Black Hawk's gaze retracted from the cold, unforgiving firmament, staring at the sword.

He raised his sword flatly, staring at it silently.

His hand was as steady as a cornerstone, and the sword inside had trembled violently, trembling as if it would jump out at any time, and then float out of the killing machine, the murderous aura, and the killing intent.

No one spoke, as if no one wanted to speak.

There was no sunlight, the cold, hazy sunlight had no heat, as if it had sensed something, as if it could no longer bear the excessive indifference and desolation of the earth, and disappeared without a trace.

There is no sun on the earth, but there is a cold wind.

The icy wind fluttered, and the sword shook even more violently on the sheath.

Black Hawk didn't move, not every nerve in his body moved.

His nerves seemed to be connected by steel bars, and there was no change in the slightest, but the corners of his eyes were already beating.

Left eye.

There will be no good thing for a person who jumps in his left eye, because his left eye jumps in disaster.

He gritted his teeth, but he didn't move, he didn't have to, his mind seemed to drift out, feeling everything here.

Everything here is not going to escape his senses.

This feeling is not only a weapon of killing, but also a weapon of life, if a person wants to live longer, this feeling cannot be less, let alone blurred, and there can be no trace of ambiguity.

Because this kind of ambiguity can often make one's own life reimburse in the moment of duel and desperate.

Life is precious, so that kind of ambiguity cannot exist, and there can be no trace of it.

The cold wind flew across his cheeks like a knife of cold wind, and his hair was twisting violently, as if it had twisted violently with his love and excitement.

There was no strange expression on his cheeks.

Maybe there is nothing, and there is no is nothing.

Cold sweat was already pouring out from the corners of his forehead, and as soon as the cold sweat came out, it was blown away by the cold wind, blown away, and blown to death.