A ray of light.

Through the grid between the windows, it shines into the dim attic, which is sprinkled on the beautiful side of the simple building.

No one can deny the beauty of Rong Jianzhu, but it is not that stunning, but shallow, and it will only be remembered when it is quiet and deep.

She walked by the light, the black hair and red dress only flashed in front of the two of them, and when she escaped into a daze, she put down the warm tea in her hand.

The late autumn weather was already cold, causing people to cough, so she quietly dissolved some bee candy in the warm tea.

Although this kind of mind is small, it is also perceived.

Xie Yun, who was slightly tired, said.

"To be able to get Miss Rong's favor, Xiao Yunran's life is really good. ”

Rong Jianzhu smiled, and the tail of his eyes shook slightly.

She said.

"It's a pity that as long as you are still the king of Tang, I can't love him. ”

Xie Yunyan also laughed.

In this darkness, he can not be the king of the world, and he can show his vulnerability and fatigue recklessly.

He took a sip of warm tea, letting the warm sweetness sink into his body at once, and then said.

"A hundred years later, I and him will be dust, and the world will say, who does Miss Rong think is high?"

Rong Jianzhu didn't know.

"Now that it has been dusty for a hundred years, there is no need to care about which is right and which is wrong. ”

Xie Yun thought to himself, and the star eyes seemed to have escaped from the world with his soul in an instant.

Warm smoke curls, he said.

"After tonight, there will be only one dispute left between me and him. If I am lucky, I will leave him to escape for Miss Rong's infatuation. ”

Rong Jianzhu was worried, but he didn't dare to show it clearly.

She deliberately moved her face away from the darkness, tears streaming from her eyes. The dispute had not yet begun, and it had already left her uneasy.

She stroked her eyes, and couldn't help but wonder what was going on tonight.

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Recently, this is the second confrontation between Huo Dongmian and Duan Weifan.

The only thing that illuminates them is some moonlight and sparks lingering in the streets.

Aren't they all standing behind the elites of their respective forces, but they all go forward in person.

In front of the two of them, there was only air and a distance of three or four paces.

A battle between each other seemed like a foregone conclusion.

Duan Weifan said.

"Do you believe in fate?"

Huo Dongmian did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"You believe it?"

Duan Weifan said.

"I can't help but believe it. ”

"Fate allowed you to kill my father, and let me kill you with my own hands. ”

Huo Dongmian was smiling, and his pupils contracted.

"Sounds interesting. It's just what it sounds like. ”

Duan Weifan raised his arm and held the long sword that was still in the sheath, and the surrounding area of his body seemed to run through the cold arrogance.

He said.

"Four years ago, my father didn't have time to stab this sword. ”

"This sword is stabbed by me, right today. ”

"Zheng".

The sword is unsheathed!

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For his father, Duan Weifan doesn't have much nostalgia.

It was a man who had left home and abandoned his wife and children for several years, until his mother fell ill and did not reappear.

For the long sword, Duan Weifan has an obsession.

Mother is holding this sword tightly and putting her life together with pain.

A sword is not only a little elegant, but also a little sad.

The sword stabbed out, not fast, and even more unstable.

The distance between the two was only three or four paces, and the sword had been moved seven or eight times, each time as if it was a lethal move.

The light and shadow overlapped, instantly breaking the gap between the two of them.

Huo Dongmian's gaze was calm.

He has experienced big and small battles in his life, and he is still alive because he rarely makes mistakes.

No matter how much glare there was, he only stared at the hand that held the sword.

He opened his palm, and there was frost on it.

Maybe he won't be able to freeze people in his life, but it's enough to hit cold sores between the skin and flesh with one palm.

The sword was silent, the palm was cool, and a cold suddenly broke through the layers of barriers, almost solidifying everyone's breath in the workshop.

I saw Huo Dongmian clapping his palms together, and the suddenly fatal sword had been blocked out of his chest.

Duan Weifan twisted his wrist, and the long sword spiraled out of thin air, forcing Huo Dongmian to not release his palm.

The sword was sandwiched with a whirling wind, still pressing the heart on the chest.

Huo Dongmian didn't want to let go of the wind, so he had no choice but to let it go, so he formed a thin layer of frost on his arms, and then stretched out his arms to resist.

Ice splashes.

The long sword was blocked, and it was inevitable that it would be sluggish, Huo Dongmian grasped the moment, and changed his moves.

He leaned his shoulder blade against Duan Weifan's wrist, turned his palm into fingers, and also pointed at the eyes on his cheek with the strength of rotation.

From this hand from offense to defense, it can already be seen that he has a deep doorway.

But Duan Weifan was by no means stubborn and tenacious, his body shook continuously, he raised his toes, retreated backwards to the rear, and did not panic in his hands, "brushing" and shaking out seven sword flowers, although he fell behind, he also wanted to deceive the other party with the ingenuity in the move.

The sword flowers were dense, which really made Huo Dongmian lose his way!

He couldn't find the gap, and he was stunned for a while.

Duan Weifan quietly smiled triumphantly, and the white horse passed through the gap, and the sword flower used for defense resolutely turned into a strong attack. Countless hazy sword shadows converged into a sword blade, almost piercing Huo Dongmian's throat.

The sudden change of this sword was indescribably fast, as if it could pierce the wind.

When this sword pierces out, it must be blood splattered in the sky.

But the smile on his face suddenly solidified into frost, and then his face turned into pain.

Huo Dongmian not only dodged the deadly sword, but even broke Duan Weifan's waist and abdomen with one finger.

The blood was hollow, white smoke was emitting, and the blood was frozen so that it could not be rolled.

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Huo Dongmian Road.

"If this sword is in your father's hands, it is better to retreat than to attack rashly. ”

"I have already lost the upper hand, while I am stunned, if I choose to withdraw and fight again, it will be an evenly matched battle. ”

"But you are too anxious, and you take my temptation as an opportunity, a foolish action. ”

The coldness and pain in his heart made Duan Weifan look a lot more manic, and he gritted his teeth and shouted.

"No more nonsense!"

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Although the room is soundproof, there is too much movement outside.

Just by listening, I also know that the sawdust of the tables and chairs is shattered to the ground.

Rong Jianzhu's eyelids trembled, she was naturally worried about the situation outside. Many of the girls who followed him were a little miserable, and after being favored by her, they gradually became happy again. At this time, will there be a terrible thing happening in the hall? Will it blow their hearts again?

When she frowned, Xie Yunyan's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"The sword chant outside is so familiar. ”

In the dimness, another humane.

"That's the sword of the Duan family, you should really be familiar with it. ”

Just because the man was dressed in gray, it was even more silent in the dim room.

can talk to Tang Wang without the slightest emotion, this person is undoubtedly an old acquaintance.

Xie Yunyan was silent for a moment and said.

"When did the Duan family's sword become so anxious?"

Although he is not martial arts, he has seen too many masters fight each other in his life.

Gray is humane.

"Maybe he only had time to learn his father's swordsmanship, but he didn't learn how to behave in the world. ”

Xie Yunyan picked up the warm tea to keep warm and said.

"On the other side, it's Huo Qing?"

The man in gray got up from the shadows, stretched out his fingers and touched the wall, and immediately got used to the coolness, and quietly drilled his heart.

He said.

"In the sky and on the ground, there is such a sharp cold energy in the internal strength, only Huo Dongmian. ”

Xie Yun said with a smile.

"He's not as loyal as you. ”

"If you hadn't retreated back then, I wouldn't have lost the battle with Xiao Yunchao. ”

"General Zhao. ”

At this moment, there was no blame in his words, but more like some mocking introspection.

In the vast world, there is really no one else who is called "General Zhao" anymore. This gray-clothed man is the "God of War", Zhao Zimu.

Zhao Zimu also smiled, and his face gradually showed emotion.

"I can't have a fight with him, it's a pity ......"

Rong Jianzhu suddenly got angry.

She said sullenly.

"Why do you men only think about war in their heads!"

Everyone knows why she's angry.

In front of her sat two formidable figures, each of whom regarded her sweetheart as enemies, and her outward anger was a manifestation of her inner fear.

Xie Yun said.

"In my heart, at this moment, there is indeed one thing on my mind. ”

Zhao Zimu returned to his seat and stared into the other's eyes in the dimness.

"I hope you're thinking about seeing Wuyi. ”

"Although I won't let you meet after all, at least I can still feel a trace of your warmth. ”

Xie Yunyan frowned.

"Oh, won't you let me see him?"

Zhao Zichu said.

The princess has instructed. ”

Xie Yun was angry, but he didn't attack. In the silence, no one could even notice the anger in his heart a moment ago.

He was silent for a long time before he said lightly.

"Is Wuyi okay?"

Zhao Zichu said.

"With Miss Rong's help, he is doing well. ”

Xie Yunyan's eyes were quiet and gentle.

"Have you ever talked to him about me?"

Zhao Zichu said.

"You used your own death to keep him alive. ”

That's what I told him. Since then, although he has never mentioned you again, he is also a little lonely. ”

Of course Xie Yunyan can understand such loneliness.

Since he was sensible, he had never seen his father, although he had a lot of connivance from his mother, across the garden, watching other children hook his father's big hand, he would be inexplicably lonely.

That kind of loneliness is very primitive, it is simply out of human instinct. That kind of loneliness was very painful, forcing him to build a cocoon inch by inch.

It's just that even though he understands the loneliness of not having a father, he still lets his eldest son taste it.

Xie Yunyan began to be silent again, and after a long time, he said.

"Thank you. ”

At that moment, Zhao Zimu was slightly stunned.

He couldn't remember the last time he said "thank you" to him. Maybe on the eve of unifying the city and the wilderness. Perhaps at that time he was pursued by a few barbarians day and night.

He looked at him in a daze, and he really couldn't tell his feelings for him.

Xie Yunyan said lightly.

"I haven't seen each other for nineteen years, so why bother to see each other again. Moreover, I am not dead for whom I lived? ”

Zhao Zimu came back to his senses and shook his head.

"It seems that you don't want to see your own son. ”

Xie Yunyan did not deny it.

"I'm not thinking. ”

Zhao Zichu said.

"What are you thinking?"

Xie Yun said.

"Don't you want it? ”

Zhao Zimu clenched his fists, and the calluses between his fingers even pierced his palms in pain.

"I can't think about it. ”

"I don't want you to be so cold and heartless. ”

Xie Yunyan sighed. He had never been embarrassed about anything before. He was also young before, and there was no physical illness.

He said.

"I am the King of the Lord. Wang's life is destined to be ruthless. ”

His gaze at Zhao Zimu's eyes became blazing.

Although Rong Jianzhu heard every word clearly, he couldn't understand it at all. She almost thought the two of them were playing a dumb riddle. But I can clearly see the complex emotions that exist in their eyes.

This emotion contains respect, cherishment, disobedience, pity, resentment, pathos, and concern.

She looked at Zhao Zimu, who couldn't help but tremble in the dark, and asked.

"What the hell was he thinking?"

There was pain in Zhao Zimu's voice.

"He's wondering when the Ghost Army will do it!"

Rong Jianzhu covered his mouth with his hand.

She said.

"Why?"

Xie Yun said.

"For the sake of temptation. ”

"Tempt what kind of heart my son harbors. ”

"I am the king of the great halls. Even flesh and blood cannot be poured out to believe that it is the destiny of the king. ”

Quiet, so quiet that Jian Zhu only thought that a cool breeze pierced his skin.

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Quiet, the lobby of Hanyunfang is also quiet, so quiet that it seems to be able to distinguish everyone's breathing.

If you don't keep your eyes open, no one will believe what is happening now.

Song Huansha's breathing was very anxious.

These people, what is this night for, she really doesn't have a clue, and she can't figure out why Huo Dongmian, who has been panicking, is standing in front of her to meet the enemy.

And what is happening now actually makes her frightened for Huo Dongmian!

Duan Weifan was hit with three fingers all over his body, respectively in the shoulder blades, waist and abdomen, legs and knees.

The wounds weren't fatal, but they limited half of his mobility.

Of course, it's Huo Dongmian's trick, he has never given his opponent pleasure, but wants to torture you inch by inch.

He had the opportunity to tap the left side of the middle section, but he let it go, but instead moved sideways, pointing straight to the shoulder blade.

If this finger is hit, it will be like sprinkling salt on a wound, and it will be miserable.

Duan Weifan was already a little struggling, and this finger couldn't be dodged no matter what.

This is when the peak loop turns.

Again, Huo Dongmian's body was stagnant, and every muscle he was involved froze in mid-air.

Everyone thought it was his trick again.

But no one could figure it out.

Because he already has an eighty percent chance of winning, he doesn't have to perform such a move again.

What kind of insidious is it? Duan Weifan didn't care.

In front of the turbulent waves, he had to hold on to even a corner of driftwood.

He raised his sword and pointed it at Huo Dongmian's chest again.

The sword is not fast, but the sword is sharp.

The sharp sword pierced the body in an instant, piercing Huo Dongmian's right chest.

Duan Weifan drew his sword, and Huo Dongmian immediately fell.

Blood gushed out, and the girl screamed in fright.

Originally, Huo Dongmian was good, but no one would have thought that it would be such a development.

But immediately someone shouted.

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It was someone from the Huo family, and the man pointed to Song Huansha.

"She's the one to blame. ”

Song Huansha exclaimed.

"You slandered me!"

Nahuo family said.

"If it weren't for you, why would we have traveled thousands of miles to such a dangerous place. And that hateful boy, he must have plotted against the head of the family when he was fighting. ”

Song Huansha changed from initial shock to calmness, and said.

"The person who stabbed Huo Dongmian is obviously still in the same place, but you are fabricating charges against me on the side, and you are shameless. ”

Nahuo family said.

"Wouldn't anyone with eyes be able to see that if the head of the family had not been calculated by you beforehand, where could he lose!"

Song Huansha was a little annoyed.

"Strong words. ”

Everywhere in the square, there was disdain for the Huo family's eyes, but he was not afraid at all.

A person walked out of the Huo family crowd and whispered to him.

No one heard him, and he spoke quietly.

"The head of the family is dead or alive, where can we have the ability to resist the blue and white knights and the ghost army. Only by turning against each other here and helping Prince Xie may be able to be in danger!"

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Song Huansha clenched the soft sword "Cicada Si", and the Huo family turned around and walked towards the girls with their teeth and claws.

It was still the same set of palm techniques, and the seven people each made a move, and suddenly trapped Song Huansha in the center.

One of these people was not cold enough, and they joined forces to cover Song Huansha like an ice cellar.

Never daring to be careless, she immediately waved the "ink flow book".

When Rong Jianzhu taught her, he held eight pictures, and it goes without saying that this "ink and wash book" is not a simple swordsmanship, but a law of all states in a person's heart.

The person who created this stunt was a genius born in thousands of years, but unfortunately it also faded in the world.

Rong Jianzhu is also a smart person, and he also stopped in front of the seventh "Splashing Ink Immortal Picture".

Song Huansha has learned hard, and although she is now lost, she has a word for the previous four paintings.

The sword spilled out, in an instant.

Cicadas are like a tough bamboo, and the frost can't contain it.

The "Ink Bamboo Picture" was struck, and the colorful seven palms were no longer strange.

This sword was only simple, but it single-handedly forced seven people to retreat in unison.

The seven people were originally unwilling to work hard, and after they were forced to retreat, Qinghan's internal strength could not be continued.

The cold atmosphere suddenly subsided, and the cicada thought shone brightly.

Song Huansha slashed out four swords in a blink of an eye, one sword slapped on one person's cheek, one sword pierced one person's earlobe, one sword pierced one person's palm, and one sword cut off one person's little finger.

The brilliance of these four swords is as simple as a world away from the previous one, which is the "water hibiscus picture".

The other four Huo family members didn't dare to stir anymore, and they simply shrunk their figures.

Song Huansha and Cicada Si stood in the crowd, seemingly cutting Hanyunfang in half.

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Duan Weifan was injured, but it didn't stop him from slashing his sword.

Since Song Huansha was holding a sword in front of him, he had to use his sword to move people away.

He drew his sword, and the sword was fast, but the angle and accuracy were only half of the peak.

Sure enough, he was dodged, and Song Huansha's footsteps were like petals fluttering in the wind, and they were unconsciously floating behind him.

Anyone who shows his back is a huge flaw, and it seems that a few frostbittens on his body really make his mobility complete.

Cicadas bloom like hibiscus.

Duan Weifan couldn't see the trajectory, but by his ears, the light and dexterous blade of the sword was suddenly dodged by his slanted shoulder.

Without turning his body, he shot back with three swords.

These three swords slipped from under his ears, armpits, and waist, grasping every mistake under Song Huansha's sword.

These three swords were very hidden, and Song Huansha didn't know how to dodge.

Even if the soft sword is really not suitable, Song Huansha only has a hard block.

"Dangdangdang", three swords stabbed at the waist of the sword on the same side in succession, above the cicada thought, I couldn't help but have a broken line.

After the three swords, Duan Weifan finally swung his body back and faced her, his wrist shook slightly, and he pulled out a sword arc like ripples.

Even if Song Huansha wants to transform into "Ink Bamboo Map", she doesn't have that speed.

As soon as the sword was sharpened, a few strands of fine hair shattered.

She was in a hurry and wanted to escape from Duan Weifan's shroud, but Duan Weifan had already arrived in front of her and reached out to wrap her waist around.

He almost twisted her in the palm of his hand.

Song Huansha struggled and felt that her body was weak.

"Let go...... Me!"

Duan Weifan pulled her over.

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Now there was only one left in front of the wing, not moving, not even looking at the dispute just now, only caring about the wine in front of him, although the wine was not much, but one after another, one sip after another.

Everyone was looking at him, with different eyes.

Although Situ Qing has been near Dream City for a long time, he has also been swept by his rumors.

The man who fought against the 300 ghost elves army with one person turned out to be younger than himself.

He knew the methods of the ghost army, but how could he figure out how to refuse with just a pair of fleshy palms.

Situ Qing's eyes were very sharp, and he swept towards his hand, and the hand holding the wine glass looked flat but stable.

It is not easy for a hand holding a wine glass hanging in the air to not tremble.

Madara Tong was also looking at him, and there were mixed emotions in his eyes.

He had thought that the child who followed Zhao Zimu would now take off his childishness, no matter who the people in front of him were, they were just as majestic.

There seemed to be a hint of jealousy in those eyes!

Prince Xie was only left with cold ice, and he could no longer be familiar with him.

He can go in and out of the palace at will, but he only needs to obey one person, even if it is himself, he can't send orders.

It was this that made Prince Xie resentful, and he had already thought about stepping on his corpse to complete the purpose of this trip.

Everyone was watching him.

Finally, his gaze moved away from the wine.

He watched Duan Weifan, who was inconvenient to walk, walk in little by little, and when he stopped, the distance between them was just like the long sword in Duan Weifan's hand.

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Duan Weifan's voice was also a little empty, and said.

"Guan Duxiang?"

That's humane.

"I am. ”

After a pause, the man asked.

"Duan Weifan?"

Duan Weifan said.

"It's me. ”

Guan Duxiang smiled, his wine glass was empty, so he poured himself again, and the movement was very thin.

Duan Weifan sighed.

"Now is not the time to drink. ”

Guan Duxiang was stunned for a moment, "oh", and said.

"Why?"

Duan Weifan said.

"Although the wine is good, if you drink too much, your brain will not be sober. ”

Guan Du Dao.

"Isn't it funny that everyone wakes up and I'm drunk alone. ”

Duan Weifan said.

"It's fun, it's fun, it's a little boring. ”

Guan Duxiang raised the cup in his hand, did not enter, smiled in his eyes, and looked over quietly.

"Which point?"

Duan Weifan said in a deep voice.

"I can't even tell where I've hit the sword. ”

His sword had never been unsheathed, and now he had lifted his blood-dried, longsword flat on his shoulder.

Guan Duxiang laughed again.

"It's not easy to live, but it's actually a great blessing to be able to die lightly. ”

Duan Weifan said coldly.

"Very well, then you go to die!"

He took a breath, as if he had wings, and he was almost flying in the air, and he unfolded the sword in his hand, only the edge of the sword.

There was no illusory sword shadow, and this sword infused all the strength he had left, simplifying the complex and piercing Guan Duxiang's eyebrows.

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Outside the pavilion, there was only a cold sound.

The voice was very soft, and it seemed to be a thousand catties, which made Rong Jianzhu breathless.

Although she was still as beautiful as a young woman, she was no longer young after all, and she had so much experience that she rarely lost her cool.

Now she can't, she's on her feet.

no longer cares about being dignified and beautiful, and the whole body is full of murderous intentions.

She suddenly remembered many years ago.

At that time, she took the young Song Huansha to live in Dream City for more than a month, although it was voluntary, she also felt disgusting.

She thought that there were only disgusting pairs of greedy eyes and shameless prostitutes here, and she never dared to let Song Huansha out.

It wasn't until one day that she saw a crying girl in an alley, the same age as Song Huansha, that she gradually understood that it was the ruthlessness of survival.

Which of those women who are willing to take off their skirts is not lonely when they are young?

When he was older, he had already spurned his body.

She didn't know where the courage came from.

She broke through many obstacles and found Xie Yunyan.

Xie Yunyan gave her a sum of money and an agreement.

Then she bought Hanyunfang and began to adopt some desperate **.

It's just that it's raised for nothing, and the silver taels will soon be exhausted.

So she hired some technicians from other women's workshops to teach them piano music and dance.

It only attracts elegant people, and anyone who covets the girl's flesh will be beaten away by three bamboo sticks with thick bowls.

There are fifty-seven girls living in Hanyunfang, all of whom have experienced a lot of hardships with her, and she has fallen in love with this land after eleven years of living in this dream city with a lingering fragrance.

And tonight, it is likely that her hard work and the fate of the girls will be burned.

She would not allow things to go in the worst direction.

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Zhao Zimu grabbed her.

Hold on tightly.

Only a man like him, who has had every inch of his skin stained with blood, understands the cost of impulsiveness deeply.

Once she is allowed out, she will be against the entire ghost army.

He knew very well that no one could be safe from the hands of the ghost army in such a narrow room, whether it was himself or her, and even the Guan Duxiang, who had broken three hundred people.

So he couldn't let her be stupid.

She was also very important to him.

On the surface, he may have been one of her workshop workers, but when the night was quiet, he became her drinking friend.

After drinking a little wine, even he, who usually doesn't talk much, seems to be noisy.

Neither of them deliberately explored each other, but gradually saw their own appearance in each other's bodies.

There is a man in his heart, but unfortunately he is married.

She has a person in her heart, but she can't love it.

When they suddenly found out that they looked like each other, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After laughing, he drank again.

Once, the two of them really drank too much, so they started joking.

He told her, "If one day I don't have her in my heart, I might have thoughts about you." ”

She smiled stupidly, "If I am destined to not fall in love with him, I am willing to marry you." ”

The next day, they forgot about the jokes. Because they know that their hearts are hanging over someone, and they will never waver.

It's just that since then, the two have had a deeper relationship.

Now Zhao Zimu can live in Dream City, and he is not bad, all because of her.

Although there is no love between him and her, there is a deep dependence.

So no matter what, he had to stop her, even if she would hate him.

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Xie Yunyan didn't have long to live.

He knows.

Even if he was surrounded by clever doctors, his body could not be cured.

It's not because of the injury.

In fact, although he haunts the battlefield, he has hardly ever fought. He has great wisdom, and his weak body is the price he pays.

Since the age of 30, he has been coughing unstoppable. In the past ten years, it has even been with blood flowers.

His will is also weakening day by day, perhaps because he knows how to care about people's hearts too much, is too calculating, and overdraws his mental strength.

Every time he sleeps with his eyes closed, he worries about whether he will wake up tomorrow.

So this is not much time, and he must hurry.

In his life, there have always been several doubts.

Fang Cai's cold order cleared a question for him.

So he looked settled and satisfied.

He looked sideways at her, and said.

"Miss Rong, wait, don't worry. ”

He didn't know what kind of magic power there was in his words, and Rong Jianzhu, who was difficult for even Zhao Zimu to hold, suddenly stopped, although his eyes were still full of murderous intent.

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All the small sounds finally died down in the smoke and dust.

Only those who know the identity of the man in blue can understand the current situation, and they can also confirm that the rumors about him are true.

Duan Weifan couldn't afford to stand.

Of course, he had injuries on his body, but the sword that stabbed in the air was unprecedentedly powerful.

That sword didn't work.

And the man in blue knocked him out with just one move.

There was hope in the eyes of many.

There are so few jealous eyes like Madara.

There was a flowing moonlight above his head, slowly sprinkled down, and on the side of Madara's face, he already had gray hair. Back then, he also had a handsome face, but now there is only a ghostly axe knife that has flowed for decades.

It's just that he still has some habits, such as a waist that is as straight as a steel gun, or a gaze that is too resolute to change.

Although there is Hanyun Fang under his feet, it seems to be in a blood-spattered battlefield.

There are many people who have survived the battlefield, but most of them have become depressed due to alcoholism, and it is not that they do not want to have a normal life, but every time they close their eyes, they will see the remnants of life and death. The illusion made them shiver and shudder, and they could only use wine to heal all the fear and panic buried in their hearts.

Madara survived.

For a while, he curled up from midnight to dawn, and if it weren't for inhuman restraint, he would have been like waste wood.

He also has a lot of merit.

The imperial court swept Liuhe and broke the eight wildernesses, relying heavily on Zhao Zimu's strength.

And Bantong is directly subordinate to Zhao Zimu's army, not only a master who plots and plans, but also a killer who is born and dies. Every tough battle is infused with his blood and sweat. All the outstanding records on his body made him sit in the second place in the ghost army, only behind Zhao Zimu.

But it was all to no avail.

One day after he was discharged from the army, there was no respect left.

Indeed, he still has a flowery life, but he is a little bit lost.

A few years later, Zhao Zimu escaped from the imperial court, and all the gossip was told for a while.

Among the rumors, Zhao Zimu is really like a true god, as if the success of the past ten years is tied to him, but no one remembers that Ban Tong has blocked a black gold wolf tooth hammer for him.

Others only care about heroes, where do they care about pawns like him.

Madara wants to be careless.

However, the indifferent eyes around him hit his heart like the tip of a needle.

After all, he gritted his teeth, and he had to fight for himself.

Indeed, he is not as brave and strong as Zhao Zimu, but martial arts is not the only way to achieve great things!

He tried his best to make friends with many powerful people, no matter how much ridicule and sneering he received.

Regardless of whether people's hearts are good or sinister, as long as they are persevering, they can eventually meet some light.

Jin Hua introduced Prince Xie to him and met at the most luxurious family in the Red Mansion in Tang City.

Seven or eight different colors of light shone on Prince Xie's smiling face, but Bantong saw the desolation in his heart.

Madara didn't speak, only drank with him.

There were three or four women crawling on Prince Xie's body, but all his thoughts were on the wine, and the wine was dry.

Madara is also cup after cup.

Soon the prince Xie fell drunk and talked nonsense, which made the women tremble.

Madara Tong was also a little confused, but he was laughing.

Once a person has a scar in the bottom of his heart, he can use it and he can be at the mercy of it.

Gradually, Prince Xie would send people to look for him, and even visit him, and the people who usually squinted at him that day were also around him like dogs.

He couldn't be satisfied.

He's going to do something big that will shock everyone.

From the time Tang Wang disappeared, he knew that the opportunity had come.

What could alarm the Quartet more than to seek a dynasty?

He instigated, little by little, to expose the scar on Prince Xie's heart, and to magnify Prince Xie's fear of the unmasked "brother" inch by inch.

Then slowly admiring the prince in his heart, Xie bit his lips.

The wait took night and day, and he waited for the answer he wanted.

He took Prince Xie with low-key makeup, and left Tang City through an ordinary boatman.

also encountered some turbulent obstacles, and finally let him arrive.

He understood that he and King Tang were only separated by one room, or only one person.

Whoever is ahead, just kill.

Madara Tong leaned closer to the prince and said in his ear.

"The Ghost Army is on standby. ”

Wang Zi Xie stopped talking, and when he nodded, he didn't struggle, maybe he had struggled.

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Since A-Niang's death, Guan Duxiang no longer has a home, and when Zhao Zimu also leaves, he will not even have a fixed place to sleep.

Sometimes he wakes up on the haystack, sometimes he wakes up and he's at the pigsty.

He collapsed in the tavern tonight, stinking from the stench, and no one would bother with him.

It was a long time before someone helped him on the table.

It seemed that there was always a way for this man to find him.

When he saw this person, he was almost drunk, and he immediately woke up half of the wine, but he couldn't help but lie on the table.

can make him so solemn, there is only King Tang in Tang City.

Xie Yunyan looked at him with a foolish smile on his face.

He is only in his early thirties, how can he be so vicissitudes when he was young?

"Is it because you lost your father by urinating?"

Xie Yunyan couldn't help but think about it.

From Guan Duxiang's body, he seemed to see the lost child.

Perhaps he knew that there was a bit of sadness in his eyes, so he closed his eyes.

He said.

"Shave your stubble tomorrow. ”

Guan Duxiang would not refuse, and nodded.

"Good. ”

Xie Yun said.

"I'm going to go out tomorrow, so you can go along. ”

Guan Du Dao.

"Good. ”

Xie Yun said.

"If you're lucky, maybe you'll meet him. ”

Guan Duxiang suddenly stopped lying on his stomach, but straightened his waist, and his eyes were shining.

Xie Yunyan said very calmly.

"I want to see him. ”

Although the people they want to see are different, the people they want to see are all in Dreamland.

Guan Duxiang pondered.

"Do you need to bring a team of five with you?"

Xie Yunyan shook his head and said.

"No, I want a private visit. ”

Guan Duxiang hesitated and said slowly.

"Some of them are not to be said, but I want you to know. In recent years, some people have been ready to make a move, and have even befriended the prince. ”

Xie Yun said.

"Oh?"

He slowly fell silent, and after a long time, he actually said.

"Isn't that just right? ”

Guan Duxiang didn't want to understand, but he just weighed it and took a long time.

He said.

"Among the people the prince has befriended, there are not a few powerful ones. In a pinch, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you. ”

Xie Yunyan smiled.

"Heaven and earth, when you are beside you, there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

"What's more, although there are many people who want to kill me, there are also a few who want me to live forever. ”

"Do you want it?"

Guan Duxiang speculated.

"Horse Clamping?"

Xie Yunyan was still laughing.

Guan Duxiang shook his head.

"Although there are also people and horses on the Clamping Horse Road, they are not allowed to leave Jiangcheng no matter what. ”

Xie Yun said.

"I believe that person has a way. ”

Guan Duxiang smiled bitterly.

"Xiao Yunchao can be regarded as your opponent, but you trust him completely?"

Xie Yun said.

"Sometimes it's better to trust your opponent than your friend. ”

Moreover, as a king, he really has no friends by his side.

Although he was in Tang City, Guan Duxiang was far away from the bewitchment of power and money, and Yu Tang Wang's words were somewhat incomprehensible, so he only chewed word by word.

Soon, he let go, and since he doesn't understand, he doesn't cling.

He said.

"Okay, I'll leave tomorrow. ”

"If you're lucky, you can meet old friends who have been separated for many years, and even if you're not lucky, there's good wine everywhere in Dream City. ”

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Guan Duxiang poured a pot of wine down his throat.

"Empty, empty, empty. ”

The ghost army is already sounding.

The meaning of the military horn is simple and clear, once it is shot, it is to sweep everything away.

The ghost army moved neatly.

More than 40 sergeants landed at the same time, but there was only a sound of "oosh". When they walked forward together, it was like a wall, compressing the originally small space into a smaller one, leaving Guan Duxiang to feel like a small prison.

They all had knives pinned to their loins, knives of all kinds.

When it comes to killing them all, the knife is really better than other weapons.

They took three steps, then drew their swords in unison.

In an instant, all the brilliance was simply not as beautiful as the sword light.

Although the sword light is bright, it may not be able to intimidate the pass. Sure enough, he didn't retreat, but he wasn't in a hurry to break in.

The sergeant in front of him was really like a wall, and there was not even a trace of a crack left.

Guan Duxiang's heart smiled slightly bitterly.

Of course, he had a record of winning over three hundred ghost troops, but one of the vast battlefields allowed him to roam at will, and the other was an ordinary battle, and those sergeants had no swords in their hands, so he was knocked down one by one.

Today's situation is very different.

The other side did want to kill him.

Will he be able to turn the tide?

He couldn't. Even if you ask him thirty-seven more times, he won't be sure

However, he did not hide. No matter how difficult it is, he only knows how to meet it.

How can such a person live a long life? Such a person will simply die on the spot.

Sure enough, more than two dozen powerful knives slashed down on the head.

Guan Duxiang knew that if he couldn't meet the right one, or if he was recruited to drag the mud, the other two dozen knives were ready to die.

Guan Duxiang didn't want to think about it, so he palmed.