There is no wind and the sun is fresh and charming.

Good weather.

The lifeless stone statue stands upright, its cheeks facing the sun.

No matter what kind of person is, under such a fresh and charming sun, it is difficult to have bad intentions.

Everyone who wants to do bad things, if they stay under the soft sun for a while first, maybe they will be soft-hearted, and their bad heart may become soft.

There is no change in life, nothing in the past.

The stone-like cheeks are hard, calm, and extremely stable, and the body doesn't move, the gun doesn't move, only Fluttershy moves.

Fluttershy's body doesn't move, the smile on her face fluttering, and sweat rolling on her pink neck.

Wusheng pulled the placket of her dress a little, trying to block out the sunlight with her shadow.

The little boy smiled, walked over with the wine jar in his arms, stood far away, and stared at the gun, "You are a strange person. ”

Speechless, unmoving.

He'd heard a lot of people say that, Fluttershy had said it, he'd heard Yang Qing say it, and the people who died under his gun had said it, and it sounded the same at this time, nothing special.

The little boy also stared at the sun, but he didn't close his eyes, so his eyes were already disgusted and bored.

He hated and hated this kind of sunshine, because this kind of soft yang made his heart soften, and his body would also become soft, so soft that he didn't want to do anything, and he didn't even want to say a word, so he didn't like this kind of sunshine.

He didn't face the sun for long, and slowly stared at the lifeless, "You know everything, but you pretend not to know anything." ”

Silent without life.

"You've known that Fluttershy isn't some fairy in the picture, but the leader of the Demon Cult, and you've been helping her and not leaving her."

Silent without life.

"She's a woman, she's very good-looking, you seem to like it very much, but you don't possess her."

Silent without life.

"You know that if you possess her, you can command the heroes, do everything, and achieve great things in the world." The little boy smiled, and smiled a little incomprehensibly, "You can even dominate the rivers and lakes, which may be very simple for you." ”

Silent without life.

He exhaled softly, turned around, and stared and poked at the little boy.

The little boy smiled, "You already saw this trap, but you jumped into it, are you pedantic?" Or nerd? ”

The gun god is not a nerd, and many people say that the gun god is a nerd, and they have all died under his gun.

But now he is like a nerd, standing like a nerd, being locked in a cage motionless like a nerd, and being admired by the little boy in a daze.

"I couldn't figure it out what you were thinking, but now I've figured it out."

"What did you figure out?"

"You want to be a little more obedient to Fluttershy and cherish this time before she recovers her memories and becomes the new leader."

Silent without life.

"You want to see Yang Qing?" The little boy stroked the wine jar, "I don't seem to be wrong. ”

Silent without life.

"Yang Qing isn't in the painting, but she was captured by the Demon Cult, so you'll have to fight Fluttershy through the game."

"You seem to be smart."

The jar of wine was not finished, his eyes did not become hazy and dull, and his vision did not become blurry.

The little boy nodded, "It's a little bit." ”

"It's not a good thing to be too smart, sometimes it's better to be confused."

The little boy doesn't understand.

Not only did he not understand, but he also couldn't believe that this was the words that came out of the mouth of Wusheng.

He looked at the old tree, then at the room, and finally at the table, and then he froze.

There was no one at the table, but now there is a person, there was no chair, but now there is a chair, and a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes is holding chopsticks and eating slowly.

He sat very straight and ate very thinly.

He seemed to regard this table of dishes as if they were from his Dragon Palace, and he ate them not only very carefully, but also very seriously.

This kind of person is particular about eating, because every word and deed is an example for many people, and many people are watching and admiring, so he must not disappoint others, nor can he disappoint his children.

Therefore, although his actions sometimes make him painful and disgusting, he cannot refuse.

The edge of his right hand rests against a fan.

The little boy gasped, walked over, and poured a bowl of wine for this person, "Good wine for celebrities, please." ”

The man looked at the young man, "I don't drink that kind of wine." ”

"Why?"

"Because you have drunk it, I don't drink wine with saliva."

"I just ate this dish, why do you want to eat it?"

"You haven't eaten, you haven't even moved your chopsticks."

The little boy smiled, "I didn't think you were still alive?" ”

The man was silent, eating slowly.

"The way you eat, you really should let the princes in the palace see and learn."

The man was silent.

He stared at the dishes on the table, and he was actually extremely serious and careful.

The little boy put down the wine jar and watched him eat, watching quietly.

He watched the man eat, as if watching the dancers dance again, strolling in the spring sunshine.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"There's only one thing I'm curious about."

"Tell me about it."

"You've always eaten like this?"

The man nodded, and continued to eat, without any change.

"There's one more thing I'm curious about."

"Tell me about it."

"I just wonder why you didn't go crazy." The little boy smiled.

The man was silent, and he didn't look at the little boy.

When he is doing something with his heart, it seems that it is difficult to be disturbed by others, let alone changed.

Some people are alive, and others can't change the slightest, but they can change others all the time.

The third prince is undoubtedly such a person.

"Isn't this a bad habit for you? Why can't you sit more comfortably? The little boy suddenly looked at the third prince's ass again.

His ass sat on the chair, and he was actually very serious and careful.

The third prince was silent.

The boy looked into the house, then at the roof, and finally at the old tree.

Here is the trap he has carefully arranged, it is easy for anyone to walk in, and it is difficult to get out alive.

"There aren't many people who can eat at me like this, and there aren't many people who can be flustered without a hint of panic."

The third prince was silent.

"The mysterious third prince of the Dragon Palace in the rivers and lakes may be able to do this."

The third prince's hand suddenly trembled slightly, and a piece of fish meat suddenly fell on the table, this action was very subtle, this was not worthy of being discovered by others, but it attracted the little prince.

The master is desperate, there can be no mistakes, no matter who has a trace of mistakes, the other party will not give up, and will definitely grasp it firmly.

The little boy is not a fool, he has already made a move.

He just waved his hand slightly.

Suddenly, two people and two swords pierced out of the room.

Unsheathed sword.

stabbed straight at the back of the third prince, with such speed and strength, he was undoubtedly not a good hand in the rivers and lakes.

The little boy's eyes were already smiling, cruel, cold, and vicious.

Before the sword arrived, the clothes were already fluttering.

The third prince slowly picked up the piece of fish, put it in his mouth, ate it, and slowly put down the chopsticks.

At the same time as he put down his chopsticks, the folding fan was already in his hand, and the folding fan opened, and several cold lights burst out, shooting backwards.

The sword light disappeared suddenly, the sword intent died suddenly, and the sword qi disappeared suddenly.

The man fell on his back, rolled on the ground a few times, and suddenly remained motionless like dead flesh.

There was a short sword stuck straight into the Adam's apple, a short sword without a hilt.

Blood spurted out wildly.

There was no wind, and the blood mist dispersed very slowly.

The third prince waved the folding fan again, and three cold lights floated out and flashed by.

The three of them screamed and fell from the ancient tree, rolled to the ground, and lay motionless.

Three men, three hard bows.

The arrow was already on the Xuan, and the hand held the feather tightly, but did not let go, and the green tendons on the back of the hand were tall and stable, without a trace of relaxation.

If you let go of that hand, it must be a terrible move, a fatal move, and a correct move.

When the blood mist cleared, their cheeks were seen.

Every muscle in their cheeks had completely collapsed and twisted, and their expressions had become strangely stiff.

There was a short sword stuck straight into his head.

A short sword without a hilt.

Cold sweat rolled out from the corners of the little boy's forehead, staring at the third prince and staring at the folding fan on his right hand.

The folding fan was folded and placed on the side.

He held the chopsticks in his hand again, and ate the dish slowly, slowly and carefully.

The little boy put down his hand softly, no longer waved it, and stared at the third prince coldly, "What a good move to fan the flying sword, a good means." ”

The third prince nodded.

"This is one of the Seven Treasures of the Dragon Palace?"

"Yes."

"It's really a big deal."

The person did not move, the bowl of wine had moved, and leaned unbiasedly against the folding fan of the third prince.

"I don't drink it." The third prince slowly continued, "Because I don't drink wine with saliva." ”

The little boy smiled, blinked, picked up the braised lion's head on the table, which was far away from the third prince, and leaned towards the third prince.

The third prince had stretched out his hand, and the chopsticks slowly leaned on the lion's head, leaning motionlessly.

The braised lion's head didn't move.

The little boy stared at the hand and smiled.

At this time, isn't that hand very far away from the fan? Wouldn't that be a great opportunity? Wouldn't it be right to make a move at this time?

The third prince stared at his smile and said slowly, "I'm waiting for you." ”

"Are you waiting for me to put down this plate of braised lion heads?" The little boy's eyes were already shining.

The third prince shook his head, "It was you who made the move, wouldn't it be good if you made a move now?" ”

He slowly looked at the little boy, and then said, "Shooting at this time is a good opportunity to kill me." ”

The little boy nodded.

He admits that this is a good opportunity to kill him, but he doesn't understand why this person is revealing this empty door?

Did he do it on purpose? The opportunity to kill him was ripe.

When fighting with masters, the slightest chance is extremely precious, because this is the chance to live and win.

Victory is to live, defeat is to die, this is an eternal truth, even if defeat is not dead, there is a breath, but it is undoubtedly no different from death.

Perhaps more intolerable than death, impossible to face.

The shadow of failure can sometimes not only break their confidence, but also their courage, and many people who live in this shadow may not live as well as a dog.

The little boy didn't understand, so he coughed lightly.

He just coughed, and then slowly put down the plate of braised lion's head, as if he had given in.

The third prince stared at the braised lion's head, and his mind seemed to have been placed on it.

At this moment, two knives silently stretched out from his feet.

The light of the knife flashed suddenly, slashing his lower plate.

A surprising move, a thrilling move, a deadly move.

At the same moment, the lion's head suddenly turned into a sword.

Unsheathed sword.

The sword flashed and stabbed into the body of the third prince.

This is a quick move, a deadly sword.

Blood splashed, his hand was still very calm, his expression was still noble and serene, that hand was originally only chopsticks, the chopsticks were gone, and a fan appeared.

The little boy saw the folding fan slowly open, gritted his teeth and drew the sword, and found that the sword was dead and caught by the body.

When he tried to release the hilt, it was too late.

A cold light suddenly burst out from the fan, and with a thud, it settled into the body.

The third prince smiled coldly and coldly waved the fan again.

Two cold rays of light floated out, and suddenly two more pillars of blood appeared on the cold, hard earth, two bloody pillars of blood.

There was no sound, and the two knives shrank limply back to the earth.

The little boy stared at this person coldly, and said coldly, "You ......." ”

The third prince nodded with a sneer, "That's right, you're right. ”

He didn't finish listening to the little boy's words, and he didn't need to finish listening to them, because he knew very well what the little boy was saying, and it didn't matter whether he said it or not.

At the moment when the opponents fought for life and death, what they learned may be more true and true than that between lovers who have been in love for many years.

"You're really a person who doesn't want to live."

The little boy slowly stepped back, the muscles on his cheeks suddenly tensed, and his hands tightly covered the wound.

The short sword pierced a lot, revealing very little, less than three inches from the mouth of the heart, so he was still alive and could still speak.

"You've seen it, but you still want to give it a try and see if I really don't want to live anymore?"

"Yes, because I never believed that." The little boy gritted his teeth and leaned against the corner.

He felt his body gradually cold and weak, and the warm sunlight shining on his body did not bring him anything, neither a little warmth nor a trace of strength.

Every time the heart in his stomach beat violently, he faintly felt that he had hit the cold blade.

There was no wind, the smell of blood was heavier, heavy and cold.

The little boy gritted his teeth, drew his short sword, and then the whole person fell to the warm, hard corner, wailing and screaming in pain.

The third prince smiled coldly, "You shouldn't give it a try, it's not a naughty child's game, so ......." ”

"So I should die, die under the fan?"

The third prince looked up to the sky and laughed, "That's right, wouldn't it be very cost-effective to exchange the life of the third prince of the Dragon Palace for the life of the little prince?" ”

The little boy struggled to stand up, cold sweat rolling down his face, "Maybe it's not a good deal." ”

He smiled and added, "I'm not dead, maybe I'm still alive." ”

The third prince looked at the appearance of the little prince, and the smile on his cheeks twitched.

This man is right, the sword is a little bit away from the position of the heart, and a little bit is victory, and it is the way to live.

The blood was still falling, and the third prince stared at the little prince in surprise, as if he didn't believe this fact, but he had to believe that it was true.

The little boy walked over, and he walked slowly, but he walked happily, for he had tried.

Every corner of his body was filled with pleasure.

The little boy's eyes were dim, dim and hazy, and his hands were weak.

The hand was soft and loose, and the folding fan fell on the table.

He stared at the folding fan, his expression becoming indescribably painful and sad.

The little boy waved his hand, and a big man suddenly held a chair, leaned on the table, and slowly retreated.

He sat down softly and sat next to the third prince.

No matter how fierce a tiger is, without teeth, it will not make people feel afraid, let alone make the little boy afraid.

He covered the wound with one hand, but the other hand was already touching the bowl.

He's already drinking!

"You can't drink this wine if you want to."

The third prince was silent.

The little prince stared at the third prince with a smile, "I can't imagine that the third prince of the East China Sea Dragon Palace can't kill the little prince, and he will lose his life in vain." ”

The third prince was silent.

He suddenly fixed his gaze on the lifeless, motionless and staring at the lifeless.

This gaze has become eternal.

The little boy sighed, "I didn't expect you to be dead." ”

He suddenly faced Wusheng and wanted to get up, but sat down again, "Do you feel sorry for this kind of person?" ”

Silent without life.

He suddenly grasped the iron pillar and held it tightly.

The little boy sneered, "You can't open this ......." ”

His voice suddenly stopped, because he saw something terrible.

The iron pillars have actually been twisted and deformed, and the iron pillars have been twisted and deformed, and the little boy gasped, and his heartache was even more intense.

"You're going to open this cage."

Wusheng walked out slowly.

He walked out and slowly retracted the gun, very slowly.

A man, with a sword, suddenly fell with a scream.

Blood suddenly flew out of his chest like a spring, splattering out of the air.

The little boy didn't see how to make a move, but how to stop it.

An absolutely fatal shot, an absolutely fatal shot, and a mysterious shot.

The gun retracted, and drops of blood slipped from the tip of the gun.

People stand upright.

Standing upright like a stone statue, his empty eyes without a trace of emotion, staring and poking at the little boy like a spear.

There was no wind.

The smell of blood was heavier, heavy and cold, and the cold was crumbling and disgusting.

Fluttershy doesn't wake up, her stomach twitching, as if she would vomit all the time.

The lifeless stone statue walked towards the little boy, stopped at the table, and said nothing.

There are no words, and sometimes they are more frightening than words.

Another sword light stabbed at the big blood vessel on the left side of Wusheng's neck.

Rainbow stabs.

This sword stabs faster, and the direction chosen is narrower, no matter what kind of swordsman, it is not a simple matter to control the sword in his hand to this kind of fire.

It's not an easy task, it's really a glorious and proud thing.

This kind of person's face is generally with a compelling chill and proud self-confidence.

But now the chill on his face had faded, and his proud confidence was gone.

There was only surprise, disbelief, and fear on his cheeks, and he didn't believe that his sword would miss, whether it was distance, speed, or the strength of the stab, it was all correct, and it was all gained after years of experience on the edge of life and death.