The cold wind was still howling, and the tears were drifting away.

A quiet woman, is her heart very fragile? Are emotions more fragile?

The smile is still there, and the concern and enthusiasm in the smile have not changed in the slightest.

She was still waiting.

If a woman wants to completely conquer her beloved man, she not only needs superb wisdom and patience, but also has extraordinary understanding, especially when her beloved man needs it very much, she must understand it thoroughly and give it complete satisfaction, so that she can not only completely possess his body and soul, but also completely conquer his emotions.

If you can't find a match, you can give it a try, and it may be of great help.

The lifeless stone statue turned around, and the stone statue went into darkness.

Yang Qing had seen the scholar gradually sit on the ground from a distance, as if he had collapsed and collapsed.

Her heart was broken.

She very much hopes that Wusheng will leave like this, and she hates Wusheng leaving like this.

The people are gone, the storytelling voice is gone, and the earth is dead black, lonely and maddening.

Yang Qing suddenly grabbed Wusheng, and didn't want to let him leave at a moment.

"We can't just leave like this?"

Silent, standing like a stone statue, staring and poking at the dark sky.

His heart may have been darker, darker and colder.

People who are strong on the outside are mostly fragile on the inside, fragile and powerless.

The wild cat on the tiles kept screaming, and its voice was hoarse and shaky, which not only made people frightened and timid, but also sympathized and pity.

Yang Qing stared, her heart was secretly sour, which reminded her of the fragrance of books.

The room was still hot, and she must have been sore and miserable.

Yang Qing took Wusheng's hand, "Let's go back." ”

Standing like a lifeless stone statue, standing like a stone statue, not moving like a stone statue, and silent like a stone statue.

Yang Qing smiled, "Even if it's for the whereabouts of Liu Ecstasy, okay?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing's heart gradually contracted and became colic.

She suddenly hated herself, why didn't she stop Wusheng at that time, and now she wants to go back, isn't it difficult?

The heart is pectoris, and the hand is unsteady.

She suddenly let go and ran back hard, hoping that Shuxiang would not be too sad or too sad.

Wusheng sighed deeply.

Perhaps women know women very well, and the scholarly fragrance is exactly what she thinks, and she has sat quietly on the cold, hard ground.

He hung his head quietly, vaguely holding the pitch-black piece of paper in his hand.

The tears on his face had dripped away, and his body seemed to become more haggard and weak, and he had lost that vitality.

Gasping for breath, he ran in and slowly helped Shuxiang up, and suddenly hugged and hugged each other tightly.

What she didn't expect was that Shuxiang also hugged her tightly like this, trembling more violently than herself.

Her body was already shaking, the cold in the room was not strong, Yang Qing had already felt that her body had no heat, cold and stiff like the earth.

Yang Qing unbuttoned her shirt and held her in her arms, she was already gasping.

Why is the body of the scholar so cold? Is her heart cold?

If a woman's heart is cold, isn't her body also cold, cold and icy?

Shuxiang slowly raised her head and stared at Yang Qing, "You are ......." ”

Yang Qing nodded, already smiling, "It's okay, I'm here to accompany you." ”

Shuxiang nodded, suddenly pushed her away, and swept away alone, "I don't need you to accompany me, I don't need your sympathy." ”

As she spoke, she ran into the darkness.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, gasped and stood up, her body trembled even more fiercely, and the cold wind knife cut on her body, which was really unbearable.

The smell of books is gone, and there is only darkness in the distance.

It's darker.

The fire in the room had gradually subsided, and it was no longer so enthusiastic.

A remnant leaf had been blown in the cold wind, and it was a very ordinary leaf, nothing special.

Yang Qing picked up, walked to the door, and looked ahead.

Her heart became lonely and lonely, cold and sour.

The remnant leaves were still shaking in the cold wind, her eyes couldn't help but shed tears, and she couldn't help crying, "Wusheng, where are you?" I'm so scared, I'm really scared of ....... ”

There is no life in the cold night, and the cold wind is already howling.

As if laughing at her stupidity and ignorance, the earth became more unforgiving.

The blood on the ground had dried, and the hook and sickle still shook on the side, as if to tell something.

Yang Qing suddenly unbuttoned two buttons, facing the cold wind, and suffered as much torture as possible.

What about lifeless? Where is he? Why not by my side?

Yang Qing puffed up her chest, her body trembling even more violently, "Wusheng, where are you?" I'm so scared, I'm really scared of ....... ”

Her voice grew smaller and weaker than the cat's meow on the tiles.

Pitch black night, cold earth.

Facing the cold wind, I didn't walk fast, and the lights in the house gradually moved away.

She was still calling, "Wusheng, where are you?" I'm so scared, I'm really scared of ....... ”

Wusheng didn't appear, and the scholarly fragrance didn't come, and suddenly there was only one person left here.

Lonely, lonely and cold.

But she still gritted her teeth and stared into the distance.

There is only a cold night in the distance.

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Cold night.

The lantern was still swaying in the cold wind.

The people below held the knife tightly and did not let go for a moment.

The lights have been lit in the hall, and it is actually Xu Dalu who lights the lamp.

The smile of the road, the gesture of the road, the words of the road. "Uncle Tiger is actually ready to go?"

The tiger was silent.

He pressed the scabbard against his stomach, trying not to let the wound bleed more.

The seven knives were already staring at Xu Dalu, staring at them deadly, silent.

The hand holding the knife had already touched the hilt, as if it did not want to part for any moment.

The sword was not unsheathed, and no man came near.

They seemed to be just saying a faint word, and there was nothing special about it.

Liu Ecstasy already felt an invisible pressure that had overwhelmed her.

Beholder.

They all seem to want to kill each other, take possession of Liu's ecstasy, and occupy this woman.

Xu Dalu gently lit the lamp, lifted the wine jar in the corner, walked to the table, and poured two bowls of wine.

"Persuade you to have a glass of wine, but the night is cold."

Liu Ecstasy didn't understand, why would he say such a thing? Why do you invite the Downhill Tiger to drink? Is this a send-off? Or to death?

The Xiashan Tiger still pressed the scabbard against his stomach and walked over, staring at Xu Dalu.

"You send me?"

"Why not? What's wrong? What's wrong? He was already smiling, and he was smiling passionately and cheerfully.

He suddenly raised the big bowl high, drank it all, and stared at the tiger down the mountain with a smile.

The tiger also held up the big bowl and drank it all, the empty bowl was put down, and the wine was filled.

"When you sing about wine, life is geometric."

Xu Dalu suddenly drank another bowl of wine, he drank a lot of wine, so he even had wine on his clothes.

Xiashan Tiger didn't refuse, and drank a bowl with him.

The inn seemed very quiet, as if there were only a few of them.

What about the others?

The blood stains outside the house had been wiped away, and there was no trace left, as if no one had died here, and nothing had happened.

The downhill tiger stared outside, and his eyes became very strange.

Xu Dalu drank the third bowl of wine with a smile and walked upstairs with a smile.

The tiger also drank the wine in the bowl, and he slowly walked under the lantern and stared outside.

Everything has changed on the outside.

The oil pot was gone, the carriage was gone, even the two Diancang disciples were gone, and the blood on the ground was gone.

Not far away, there were a few empty dart carts, straw mats pressed by bricks, and Ula Ullah's fluttering, as if the drunken prodigal son was afraid of hitting the earth in the night.

Liu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

She stood delicately, staring delicately at the Descending Tiger, whose cheeks had already flushed a blush from excessive drinking, a sickly red, as if it had been violently burned by the fires of hell.

Seven knives, seven people, they couldn't help but lean against the mountain tiger, they seemed to have sensed something.

The tiger suddenly turned around and stared inside.

Suddenly the lamp inside was extinguished, and there was no wind, no light, and no sound.

Dead.

The tiger stared inside, as if he had found something.

The knife came out of its sheath, and the light of the knife flashed.

The light of the knife disappeared suddenly, and one person fell to the ground with a scream, and fell to the ground with a "poof", no longer moving.

There is no light, so no one can see but hear.

Willow stood delicately under the lantern and stared at them.

There are only these two lanterns left in the heavens and the earth, shining like pearls.

Mingzhu was already swaying in the cold wind, and her heart was also swaying.

The tiger stared at the pitch-black interior and slowly retreated.

He retreated, as did the seven knives behind him, all the way to the lantern.

They did not want to speak, and there were more words on their faces, and there was no need to say any more, especially fear, which almost every one of them had.

Liu ecstasy stared at the tiger down the mountain, "Is this a ......?" ”

The tiger nodded his head, but he didn't want to say more, the knife was out of the sheath, the blood was still drifting, and the other hand was against his stomach, as if he was afraid that once he let go, it would break in two.

Liu ecstasy seemed to faintly feel the pain and torture.

There was already a sound of snorting in the distance.

Someone in the cold wind has already shouted, "When it is ugly, it is cold." ”

The husband craned his neck, knocked once, and yelled once.

Coming from afar, and going into the distance, Liu ecstasy stared at this person, who seemed to be very mysterious.

Everyone was staring at the man, everyone was already holding the hilt of the sword, and if he came even a little closer to here, if he made a mistake, he would surely die under the knife.

The husband came from a distance, and then walked to another distant place.

He didn't seem to have anything special, his voice was not anything special, and his voice was nothing special.

It's already the fourth watch.

The chill between heaven and earth is heavier, and the color of loneliness is more intense.

Liu ecstasy stared at the Xiashan Tiger and the Seven Blades, and his eyes showed pity and sympathy.

The Descending Tiger stared at them and nodded.

The two knives had already walked towards the dart cart, and the sound of the straw mat fluttering became more violent, and the bricks on it seemed to be unable to hold it down.

Liu ecstasy stared at the Xiashan Tiger, "Let's get out of here now?" ”

The tiger nodded and stared into the distance, the blush on his cheeks had become extremely dim.

Was he nervous? Scared?