The cold wind gradually became delicate and weak.

The sky is already bright.

A few shabby, unpretentious young men had removed the bones, cages, and carts, and even the blood was gone.

The dawn in the east is thicker, and there is already a halo.

Liu Ecstasy faced east, staring stupidly, as if frozen.

Could it be that a night of pain and torture had made her rediscover the dawn? Scud smiled at Xu Dalu and nodded.

Xu Dalu was silent, but he had closed his eyes, as if he was already enjoying the slightest victory at this moment, the pleasure and excitement that it brought to him.

Scud quietly walked up to Liu Ecstasy, "It's not the newborn sunshine that makes it beautiful, but others are also beautiful." ”

Liu was stunned, but stared at the man.

"The sunshine of the new life is so bright that it takes away the beauty of other places."

Liu Ecstasy smiled.

Because there is some truth in what this man said, and it is not without reason.

"Why don't you take a look over here."

His hand was already pointing to the long street, where there was not a single figure, and the empty street was extremely quiet and desolate.

Liu ecstasy stared at it obsessively, and was also worried.

is worried about Wusheng, and is also worried about Yang Qing.

"Isn't it more beautiful here than there?"

Liu was silent and nodded.

"Do you want to go there?"

Liu Ecstasy nodded.

She really wanted to go, especially now, and the concern was too much for her to face.

Scud walked over softly, leaning closer.

Liu sighed deeply, because he couldn't get over, because the scud wouldn't take him over.

Scud smiled, and suddenly picked up the willow ecstasy, and suddenly swept up, and suddenly it was far away.

It's futile to chase it.

Scud's light skills are one of the best masters in today's rivers and lakes.

Even the flying cherry blossoms in the Wanhua Building that used to fly across the rivers and lakes may not be as fast as him.

Several young men in plain clothes and old clothes suddenly walked out, and watched them leave coldly, without making a sound.

Xu Dalu stood motionless, his face becoming ugly.

Cold sweat on the corners of his forehead couldn't help but come out.

In the twilight, at this time, a man and a horse were galloping over, and suddenly they had arrived here.

One man, one sword.

The man was dressed in official uniform, but he did not carry a sword.

The man was standing coldly, and the horse was galloping in the distance.

Xu Dalu had lowered his head and was already gasping.

The man held the scabbard of the sword, but the sword was not unsheathed, but his eyes were like unsheathed swords, cold and cold, and more poisonous.

Unsheathed people.

There are not many people in the official family who carry swords, and he is one of them.

This person looked at Xu Dalu's face and smiled coldly, his smile was cold and poisonous.

"How many people do you have in your family?"

Xu Dalu didn't dare to look up, "Wife, seven-year-old child." ”

The man nodded, "Don't worry, your wife is my wife, and your child is my child, I will look at it with my heart." ”

Xu Dalu gritted his teeth and didn't dare to look up.

A few young people on the side seemed to have become wood, and they didn't dare to say a word.

This person suddenly threw the saber to Xu Dalu, didn't want to speak, and slowly turned around.

Facing the dawn, there was already a smile on his cheeks, and the dust was fluttering in front of him, and more than two dozen people rushed towards him.

Several young people remained motionless, already grieving for Xu Dalu.

In a flash of the sword, the man had fallen, and the blood had drifted away.

This person didn't look at Xu Dalu, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the sword was already in his hand.

The blood on the blade of the sword was still dripping, and twenty or thirty officials had already arrived in front of him.

He nodded, and the spikes of his sword fluttered in the soft light.

The man was already approaching the dawn, and he nodded, not wanting to glance at it.

Among the twenty or thirty officials, only one person did not wear an official uniform, a green cloth shirt, a yellow face and thin muscles, and no light in his eyes.

This man seems to be a down-and-out talent in the famine.

There was not a hint of a smile on his face, and there was no knife at his waist, let alone a sword.

He slowly dismounted, glanced at Xu Dalu, without a trace of expression on his face, and waved his hand.

The bones had already been carried away.

Among the officials, there may be only one person who can go to the office without wearing official uniforms.

New love.

Among the officials, there may be only one person who does not wear a sword.

Poisonous laughter sword stretched.

Jian Shen smiled, smiling viciously.

Everyone's smile can be cheerful and joyful, but this person is poisonous, poisonous and ruthless.

The sword was not in its sheath, and the blood on its edge had drifted away.

The new love has walked over, but he doesn't want to get too close.

He seemed to be afraid of the sword's viciousness.

Jian Shen smiled viciously, "Those who should go are gone, and those who shouldn't be gone are gone." ”

Xinhuan's face was expressionless, and there was only a high bulge of the dry yellow frontal bone on his cheeks, and everything else seemed to be concave.

He blinked, silent.

Neither staring at the dawn nor at Jianshen, neither of which seemed to be worthy of his attention.

Jian Shen suddenly turned around, the anger on his face was even more poisonous, poisonous and ruthless, and his hand still stretched out the sword far away, and did not retract it. "I ...... I....... ”

It was as if he had lost his words from his anger.

Xinhuan suddenly retreated, far back, and pointed to the sword again.

The sword is sheathed.

The sword spike fluttered even more violently.

The new love leaned over slowly and did not speak.

Because the anger on Jian Shen's face did not fade, and his emotions did not stabilize.

The sword stretch that has not stabilized the mood is suitable for finding someone to fight hard, and it is suitable for stretching out the sword in the palm.

The new love is very clear about this, so he has to wait on the side.

There was no smile on the new love's face, nor a trace of disgust or boredom, waiting could not make him change in the slightest.

Wait until the sword spike is not fluttering so violently before speaking, "This is not a bad thing. ”

Jian Shen suddenly turned around, stared at Xinhuan, and grabbed him, "You said cool words?" ”

The new love blinked, and was silent.

Because Kenshin is angry again, Kenshin in anger is like a vicious dog, and vicious dogs always like to bite people, and sometimes they bite people even if they don't have a good reason.

He is no exception.

"Are you talking about cool things?" Jian Shen smiled viciously.

The new love is silent.

He had waited, waiting for the vicious dog to stabilize soon, and he hoped to stabilize sooner.

The twenty or thirty officials behind have already dismounted, and they have already dismounted.

None of them seemed to be happy, maybe they had never been happy with the poisonous laughter sword, let alone felt what it was like to be happy.

Standing coldly, looking coldly.

There was no willingness to speak, and there was no daring to speak.

The most comfortable thing for them is to stand coldly, far away from him.

Jian Shen is obviously not a good leader, but he is a good hand with a sword, and there may not be a single official who can escape his poisonous sword.

They are no exception.

They stood comfortably, admiring his vicious dog-like anger and vicious dog-like grin.

The new love is already gasping, as if it is no longer possible.

This kind of vicious dog-like torture is not endured by any normal person, let alone them.

When he let go of Xinhuan, Xinhuan had fallen to the ground softly, shaking constantly, and every nerve in his body seemed to have completely collapsed and was completely weak.

Everyone is grieving and regretting for the new love.

The vicious dog-like laughter gradually subsided, and several people gently lifted the new love and carried it into the inn.

There was no one in the inn, not even ghosts.

The new love blinked, trying to control herself, before she went to find a bowl of wine to drink and calm herself down completely.

He struggled to his feet, and when he went out of the house, he saw that the sword was stretched out.

The sword was stretched out, and the blade was still dripping blood.

Drop by drop.

Xinhuan sighed secretly, and the few plainly dressed and old-fashioned young people were lying motionless like dead flesh.

He closed his eyes, turned around limply, sat down, and pulled out his dagger.

He had had enough of it, and he didn't want to live a day.

Take a deep breath and stab the knife in the stomach with all your strength.

The sword light fluttered and flashed.

The knife "ding" landed, the hand was already twitching, and there was no trace of life on the yellow and thin cheeks.

"You want to die?"

The new love nodded.

"Dead now?"

The new love nodded.

"Why are you in such a hurry to die?"

The new love nodded.

"How many years have we been born and died together?"

Xinhuan said slowly, "Thirty-five years, seven months and eight days. ”

The sword is slowly retracted and "ding" into the sheath.

Jian Shen helped Xinhuan up, and the poisonous smile gradually became less cold, but became a gloomy and soft smile, and this kind of smile was actually poisonous.

It's so poisonous that it's maddening, and it's broken.

Jian Shen smiled venomously, "Have you not slept well lately?" ”

It's a word of care, the kind of nature that every leader has.

But the new love was silent, without a trace of expression on her face.

Slowly lowered his head and stared at the ground.

Jian Shenrou's smile was softer, but it was more poisonous. "I know you didn't sleep well, I know everything."

Xinhuan glanced at Jian Shen, his face expressionless.

Jian Shen poured a bowl of wine and gently brought it to Xinhuan's hand, "After drinking this bowl, just take a good rest, everything will be fine." ”

The new love was silent, as if she couldn't believe it was true, and stared at the bowl of wine quietly.

The bowl of wine didn't move, and it was vaguely waiting.

The sword's outstretched hand was steady, and there was not a hint of shaking.

The new love slowly took the bowl of wine.

He had to pick up the bowl of wine, and if he didn't, he might be unlucky, he had suffered many times, and each time it was terrible, and he almost killed himself.

Jian Shen smiled softly and slowly retracted his hand.

Everyone outside is secretly happy for the new love, because Jian Shen has not been so happy for more than ten years.

As long as he is happy, others will not be in pain, at least not in pain.

But they were wrong, very wrong, the sound of bones shattering from within, and the sound of excessively painful, excessively miserable gasps, wailing.

There was not a trace of blood on everyone's face, let alone a trace of expression.

The new love was gasping, but there was no pain and begging for mercy.

Jian stretched out and grabbed the placket of Xinhuan's clothes, shaking vigorously and shaking vigorously, "You actually put up a stand in front of me." ”

The new love has stuck out her tongue and is already coughing dryly.

"Can you be a good thinker?" The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, and the more he spoke, the angrier he became.

The new love seems to be weak, and her eyes are already rolling up, as if she will be tortured to death by a vicious dog at any time.

Everyone was stunned, completely stunned.

Who would have thought that the black and white generation of thinkers would have thought that life would be so painful and sad.