The soft sun is softer, the wind is soft, and the softness is swaying.

The new love struggled to get up, and fell softly.

Everyone is secretly sad for him, and a generation of thinkers is so painful and sad.

He was in pain and sorrow, but he did not show the slightest hint, and there was no trace of anger or disgust on his face, let alone a trace of complaint or unwillingness.

The vicious dogs frantically tortured him, but it did not affect a trace of loyalty and obedience.

He seems to be living for Jianshen, so no matter what Jianshen does to him, he will not resist or complain, but will only obey.

The shadow of the vicious dog has gradually faded.

The new love struggled and didn't get up yet, those eyes were vaguely staring at the back of the sword stretching away, staring stupidly, worried and concerned about it.

No one figured it out, and maybe he himself thought differently.

This kind of thinking is not something that can be understood by normal people, and his kind of loyalty is not something that normal people can understand.

He gasped, as if he had no strength to get up, but he tried to call a person's name.

"Little three."

A person suddenly walked out of the crowd, and Xiao San suddenly swept over, his light skills were not bad.

His obedience is no worse than others.

Xiao Sanfu hung his ears, waiting motionlessly, waiting for every order of a generation of thinkers.

There was no talk, only gasps.

Xiao San's original name has long been forgotten by the world, maybe he himself has forgotten, he is called Xiao San because he is ranked third here.

If Jian Shen and Xinhuan are not here, he is the head of this place, and everything he says here.

The boxy cheeks, every muscle seems to be full of strength, a kind of strength unique to young people, no matter what kind of woman looks at it, she can't help but like it.

Standing there without wielding a knife is enough to make the other party timid.

Now he stared at the cold, hard earth, which did not speak, and the new love had stretched out his hand.

Xiao San helped the new love up, and then stood aside solemnly without speaking.

Years of official service have taught him one thing.

When you can speak, try to say as little as possible, and when you can say less, try not to speak, sometimes speaking will be unlucky, if you don't speak well, you will have bad luck, maybe you will die of mold.

This was the lesson he had learned from countless painful experiences, because he saw many people talking about death.

This kind of lesson is not only practical, but it will also help you avoid many bad luck and disasters.

Now he is undoubtedly doing well, and he is confident that nothing bad will happen to him.

He stood motionless, every muscle on his cheeks filled with loyalty and obedience, nothing else, and no other.

Xinhuan stared at him, without a trace of expression on his face, and said lightly, "Give me the knife." ”

Xiao San doesn't understand, what does he need to do? Because Xinhuan never uses a knife, a person with hidden weapons everywhere does not need to use a knife at all.

He handed the knife to his new love.

The knife was not unsheathed.

Xiao San's heart suddenly floated with inexplicable fear, as if he had thought of something.

Xinhuan nodded, "You did a good job, very good, and you will have a good future in the future." ”

Xiao San nodded, and a smile slowly floated on his cheeks, which was extremely stiff and strange, not only making himself uncomfortable, but also disgusting and disgusting to others.

Just when his smile was at its most intense, it was also the most ugly.

The new love has suddenly made a move.

With the scabbard frantically slapped Xiao San's buttocks, frantically torturing him, Xiao San gritted his teeth and didn't dare to speak, one more sentence might make him more unlucky, when he hit the seventh blow, he suddenly fell down, lying motionless on the ground.

Most people in the world hate Xiao San, and he is no exception.

A big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a tall man, and thick eyebrows and big eyes was beaten alive and fainted.

Xinhuan slowly dropped the knife and gasped softly.

The soft sun is softer, so soft that she seems to be an amorous noblewoman, who wants to release all the loneliness and emptiness of her body and soul.

The shadows of all things on the earth were black and thin, and they were even thinner.

Xinhuan stared at his shadow, his shadow was undoubtedly long, but he only glanced at it and didn't want to face it.

Because his shadow is deformed and ugly, disgusting and fearful.

The place where the shadow of others towers is the chest, but he is not, only his head is high.

If anyone sees such a shadow in the middle of the night, they will definitely be scared to death.

He admired his own shadow, gradually gasping for breath, but without a trace of expression on his face, and then suddenly fell to the ground, pounding his head against the earth.

The cold, hard earth had not changed in the slightest, and his head had been stained red with blood.

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The streets were empty, not a single figure was there.

Jian Shen suddenly dismounted, and he was gritting his teeth when he got off the horse, so the horse under his ass had fallen softly, and there was no trace of strength like dead flesh, as if he had collapsed and collapsed, and he had completely collapsed and collapsed.

Not even a hint of pain came out.

Horses can't speak, maybe they can speak, and they don't dare to speak.

No matter what kind of person or horse, when you meet such a person, you will be unlucky, and you can't think about it.

Falling softly like dead flesh, his eyes gradually closing.

Jian Shen didn't look at him anymore, didn't want to look at it, and walked straight into the gambling house.

Happiness Casino.

The owner of this gambling house may not be very happy, which is why he came up with this name.

It's no different from most gambling houses, with a few large tables with all kinds of gambling equipment.

The windows are high, but they are small and bright.

It seems that he is afraid that others will slip away from the window if he wins, and as if he is afraid that the scenery outside will affect the gambling intentions of the gamblers, so that the gamblers will not concentrate on gambling.

Be attentive and do everything the same, and this owner understands this very well.

No matter who you are, as long as you concentrate on doing something, you can thoroughly enjoy the fun, excitement, and satisfaction inside.

This sentence is not a famous saying, maybe many people will not agree with it, many people will understand and experience, but it will definitely be famous.

Because the rivers and lakes here are more rivers and lakes, and they are more like rivers and lakes.

The stories of swords and swords, grievances and hatreds in the rivers and lakes will definitely be liked by more people.

So that sentence will definitely become famous.

The sword walked in straight.

The sword was not unsheathed, and the spike was already shaking, shaking like a epiphysis in a bowl, violent, crazy and passionate.

The faces of the people inside are the same, just as enthusiastic.

There is a mural hanging on the dim wall, which is not a picture of the eighty-seven immortals of Saint Wu Daozi, nor is it a picture of Tang Bohu's prostitute in Wang Shu's palace.

There aren't many white places in the house, and this is one of them.

The snow-white cheeks were already drunk, and there was a faint flush, and it looked very quiet and noble in the room.

The body is hazy and mysterious, mysterious like a fairy of the Nine Heavens.

There was a fierce, fierce look of happiness in his eyes all the time, and there was no wine, and there was no wine glass on the side.

She hugged the big bowl with both hands, the three sides of the epiphysis in the big bowl were six, and the slender and delicate jade legs were scattered with pitch-black pai gow, which was obviously extremely messy, but it looked very beautiful, beautiful and happy.

In the upper right corner are several large black letters.

The concubine was drunk and gambling.

In ancient times, there were concubines who were drunk, but the concubines were drunk and gambling.

Kenshen glanced at it and was reluctant to look at it, because it was very reminiscent of another place.

A place for students to learn, a school.

Isn't every school a Confucian master with a watch for all ages?

It's disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.

Under the concubine's drunken gambling a few big characters, the signature is neatly written.

The rivers and lakes paint the gods, and the breeze is resistant.

Soft light drifted in through the window, without a hint of light, and the room was dark and damp, without a trace of heat.

Everyone's cheeks were sweaty, and they were clearly very attentive and hardworking, enjoying happiness without a trace of tiredness.

At this time, even if they go to look for it, they may not leave.

This is a common problem of gamblers.

The concubines on the walls rejoiced, as if they were rejoicing for them, and cheering for them, hoping that they would get more happiness.

In particular, the cherry mouth is really charming.

It seems to be open, it seems to be closed, ruddy, plump and seductive.

Below the portrait, there is a shrine, an incense burner, several pots of fresh fruits, and a ...... of futon.

The smoke is enchanting and floating, mysterious and sacred, and cannot be desecrated.

Jian Zhan smiled poisonously, and looked at them poisonously, as if it was very poisonous, and the poison made people more disgusting and annoying.

When gambling money, gamblers never like to be disturbed, and they don't like it for a moment, even if it's a pro-Laozi.

So they stared at Jian Shen viciously, eager to bite Jian Shen to death.

A smiling fat man on duty greeted him, and he smiled and gave a punch, which was hard and fierce.

The sword didn't seem to move, its fist had hit the wall, and a few bricks had turned to ashes, wisps of which were falling down.

"It's not like to see you, not for a moment." The smile on the fat man's face faded away.

Everything in the room was gone, only the smoky back of the concubine was still laughing happily, smiling proudly, smug and crazy.

The fat man stared coldly at Jian Shen, the sword spike of Jian Shen, and pointed outside, "Get out." ”

The people in the rivers and lakes don't like officials, and they don't like officials with swords.

Jian stretched out a poisonous smile and was silent poisonously.

The fat man gritted his teeth, and the muscles in his cheeks had hardened and risen from excessive exertion.

The fist whirred, and suddenly struck the chest of the sword.

This blow is far more powerful and swift than the punch just now, and anyone can see that no matter who is hit by this punch, he will be a ghost if he does not die.

The sword stretched out and did not move, the poisonous smile did not change in the slightest.

Before the sword was unsheathed, the spike of the sword had suddenly moved, but it moved.

The roar suddenly turned into screams, screams, wails, and fists hung limply.

His chest was sticking straight into the scabbard.

The sword has reached out.

The scabbard was suddenly stuck in the man's chest, and blood was floating from the scabbard, like a child booing and dripping.

The sword was not unsheathed, as if it was too lazy to sheath.

The hilt of the sword was vaguely clinging to a hand, an extremely steady, calm hand.

The poisonous smile was still there, the screams had gradually disappeared, and the person had slipped off the sheath softly.

When he fell to the ground like dead flesh, he never got up again, nor did he move.

The blood on the scabbard was still drifting, and the sword was vaguely unsheathed.

Viciously smiling, staring at everyone viciously, as if they liked the way they were now, and their unhappy appearance seemed to be very cute.

His words also became cute, poisonous cute, "I'm here to find someone." ”

"There are only ghosts here, and if you don't want to be a gambler, go out." A person, a knife, suddenly has swung out three knives, the knife is pressing, the knife is fatal, the knife is cold, the coldest thing is still the eyes, cold and ghostly, "There are only ghosts here, gambling ghosts, no one, and I don't like anyone." ”

What he said was the truth, and every single one of them was a ghost.

Gambler.

A gambler who puts his life and soul aside.

The world can be called a gambler, maybe it is like this, not only the six relatives do not recognize, but also cold-blooded and ruthless, sleep and gamble unhappily, no gambling and no joy, gambling is not sad, kissing and gambling is not love.

The sword stretched out and smiled viciously, and the poisonous fell to the ground.

The smile did not change in the slightest, and the sword was vaguely extended, not retracted or unsheathed.

The blood from the sheath was still drifting.

"There is no one here, only ghosts, gamblers." The sword wind swept up, and suddenly rolled towards the sword, and the blood that had not yet been cold had suddenly trembled violently, trembling and shaking, and suddenly floated wildly, with dust.

Under the power of this blow, both people and ghosts will be unlucky, and the unlucky will become dead ghosts and unjust ghosts.

Jian Shen did not become a dead ghost, nor did he become an unjust ghost, let alone a gambler.

Vicious smiled, venomously motionless, and venomously held the hilt of the sword.

The man had suddenly fallen, and he didn't even let out a scream, the blood in his chest was still splashing, and the chill on his face didn't fade at all, not at all.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the dimly lit room.

Dead silence is like a tomb without ghosts, a tomb where even ghosts don't want to stay.

Jian Zhan smiled poisonously, staring at them poisonously, as if he was going to poison them alive, poisoning them ten thousand times.

The sword was still in its sheath, unsheathed.

Without the sheath, there is no sword qi, no sword intent, and no sword light, but it is poisonous enough, poisonous and cold.

His smile floated poisonously, his eyes stared poisonously, this person was so poisonous that he no longer seemed to be a human, but a demon.

Isn't this kind of poisonous gas already chilling and terrifying?

But there was not a trace of chill in them, and the bones were cold, stiffened, and cold.

Jian Zhan smiled poisonously, stared at them poisonously, and said poisonously, "I'm looking for someone." ”

His voice didn't change in the slightest, it was poisonous and cute.

Squatting on the table with a big bowl in his hand, the man suddenly turned over in the air, his hand suddenly waved, and three white lights suddenly shot out of the sword.

Jian Shen suddenly gritted his teeth.

Then he was already standing on the table, and the man had slipped limply from the wall like mud, and he didn't get up when he slipped down, and struggled to turn around, staring coldly at the sword, staring at the sword in the sword's hand.

The sword was not unsheathed, the spike was still swaying, and the man's face was distorted and distorted.

He touched his cheek, and he couldn't find where his nose was, nor where his mouth was, but he didn't have a trace of pain, not a trace.

There are not many such gamblers in the rivers and lakes.

Jian stretched out his poisonous stare at them, as if he was staring at rats venomously for a poisonous snake, poisonous and cruel.