The sky is getting brighter, and although the desert is scorching during the day but cold at night, it also sprinkles a thin layer of frost on this desert oasis, but it is also a piece of blue and white.

The sand is like snow, the moth eyebrows and the moon hang in the sky and gradually fall into the desert, but the stars in the sky never stop for it.

When Sun Haifeng also arrived, the remaining ten Jin Ling glanced at him, and they committed suicide with their swords, spilling blood in the hall.

Qing Xiaonian put down the cold body in his arms, his face expressionless.

Chen Bengu, who had broken his arm, endured the pain with a gloomy face, and sealed the acupoint of his left arm with a true qi to stop the bleeding.

He doesn't regret it, because he is a fast catcher, as the saying goes, a good man should not be bad, no matter how big the name is, after all, it is a fast catch of thirty or fifty taels of money a month, and it costs more than a dozen taels of silver to drink flower wine.

Abolish a hand in exchange for the glory and wealth of the rest of his life, what is this to him, people are originally laughing at poverty and not prostitutes.

Chen Bengu asked, "Where is the princess?"

Qing Xiaonian glanced at him and pointed to the broken calligraphy and painting on the wall, which was from the wall of Lin Fugui's house, which was the handwriting of King Wan Yanlie of Jin.

The whole wall behind the text panel is a portrait of a man painted with various natural ore grinding powders, among which there is naturally no lack of expensive and rare materials, and the simple word blessing hanging on this golden and splendid hall is indeed a little out of place.

Sun Haifeng's face was pale, and he slowly walked to the top of the main hall, his fingers swept over the "Joyful Migration Warbler", carefully took it off, slowly rolled it up, and put it on the chair carved with nine golden dragons next to him.

Wan Yanlie's face was also revealed in front of everyone, and a raised gold brick leaked from the wall at the same time, which should be something like a mechanism.

Sun Haifeng glanced back at Qing Xiaonian, who raised his eyebrows, and hesitated to press the gold brick in.

The wall turned suddenly, and in another secret room, a pale and black-haired beauty appeared naked in front of her, and the pair of white flowers on her chest were also exposed to the air, covered with bruises and scratches.

A rag was stuffed in his mouth, his face was covered with rain, his hands and feet were tied firmly, and the luxurious silk and satin on his body had already been torn and shattered and scattered all over the ground.

After seeing this, the four of them hurriedly turned around and turned slightly red, and stopped looking, and at the same time, the four of them also sat on the rattan chair and blocked Wanqiu Xuan.

Chen Ben was stunned: "Princess Xiuyi!"

Sun Haifeng was calmer, took out a lancet to cut the rope, took off his coat and put it on him.

Qing Xiaonian sighed, when is the time to repay the wrongs, the mistakes made by history are always blamed on the innocent.

Qing Xiaonian walked up to the main hall, picked up the paper fan that fell behind the dragon chair, shook his hand, and the fan surface Tang Yin's mountain dweller was presented, and shook it, and the fan pendant that was also priceless also shook together, and the breeze carried the fragrance of ambergris to the nose, refreshing.

Qing Xiaonian said lightly: "It's such an expensive wind." ”

Indeed, this gust of wind can also change several cities.

looked at the dragon chair and stroked it with his fingers, there was a thin crooked stump on the back of the chair, Qing Xiaonian just frowned, it didn't hurt.

Turned around and walked down the hall with a paper fan, walked to Pu Dingliang's corpse and picked up the frost willow soft sword, and felt the slightest chill in the sword.

Qing Xiaonian didn't stay, and walked to Wan Yan who was lying on the ground, and threw a beautiful sword flower with his backhand, the snow was bright when the Ling Shuang Sword landed, and the temperature in the main hall with Qing Xiaonian as the center instantly decreased, and everyone felt this infinite chill.

Qing Xiaonian held the sword and pointed to Wanyan to listen to the rain eyebrows, the cold was shrouded, the frost cloth was all over the body, and the face was cool.

Turning around, he handed the frost willow soft sword to Dongmei, who had a faint apology on his face and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Qing Xiaonian smiled faintly: "I don't blame you, she just wants to die, and no one can stop her." Then he handed the sword to her and continued, "You might as well take this sword, it suits you." ”

Dongmei took the sword and nodded, and stopped talking.

Then he threw the fan into Wan Qiuxuan's arms, picked up Wanyan who was as cold as frost and walked out of the door.

Sun Haifeng's voice came from behind him: "Where are you going to take her?"

Qing Xiaonian answered him for the first time, and said lightly: "Send her home." ”

Qing Xiaonian's body jumped out of the hall with a light posture, and there was a quiet sound in the air.

"Why don't you take your son-in-law away, there's no drama to watch here. ”

Wan Qiuxuan smiled lightly, and when Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter heard the sound, he lifted the ebony rattan chair and chased him out.

...

The northernmost part of the Central Plains.

The sky is full of snow, the ruined city is full of devastation and no traces, in a courtyard, the plum blossoms are still blooming, and the garden is full of fragrant fragrance.

Add a new monument under the plum tree, before the plum falls on the monument, the snow covers the plum, the plum is white in three points, but the snow loses the plum a piece of incense.

Once upon a time, this scene has appeared countless times in my heart and dreams.

In the past and present, long-cherished wishes have been fulfilled.

All living beings are suffering, and you are suffering for suffering.

The world is difficult, and you are in difficulty.

Qing Xiaonian Xi was dressed in white, disappearing into this large area of white, and his clothes were fluttering.