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Heavy makeup is lightly applied, just for the reward.

Qing shui makeup, for the reading lang.

Sichun makeup, for the sadness of feelings.

Merry makeup, for the amorous account.

But who wants to wear half makeup?

The man in white wiped a mouthful of honey and laughed that he had been half-coated with makeup.

When the words were still hanging in the air, Mei Xiaoyan's sword had already hit the beekeeper's throat.

Half of the makeup, is his last enemy.

Xiao Yan was unwilling, he was unwilling to bear twenty years of blood and hatred, but he couldn't get the blood of an enemy on his sword.

The blade of the sword was cold, chilling the beekeeper's neck, and if he took one step closer, blood would be splattered on the spot.

The beekeeper was not in a hurry, although she had a white veil to cover her face, she could still hear her laughter: "Young man, look back, the little girl who followed you, is it sweet now?"

Deceitful?

She wanted to take advantage of my distraction to escape.

Mei Xiaoyan sneered and was unmoved.

The man in white sighed bitterly: "Sweet, not only sweet, even sweeter than honey, otherwise how could she be crawling with thorny bees?"

Chunjia!

There was a sigh from the man in white, and Xiao Yan turned his head sharply.

Chunjia is still Tingting, but she has been covered by bees.

The green silk, cloud forehead, pretty nose, and red lips are all covered by wasps, and only a pair of star-like eyes remain, looking at Xiaoyan with care.

"If you dare to touch her, I will kill you!"

Xiaoyan's eyes not only contained hatred, but also tears, and her face was already hideous.

"You put the sword down for me!"

The beekeeper snorted and raised his hand gently, and countless bees flew towards Chunjia.

"These bees may not be obedient, and it is hard to guarantee that one of them will go mad and stab the little girl twice in the pretty face. The beekeeper still laughed: "If you don't put down your sword and try it, will you see if I die ugly, or if this little girl dies ugly?"

Xiao Yan's hands were trembling, and the sword wind became weak.

Chunjia looked at Xiaoyan's back in vain, more sad than the autumn scene.

Regardless of being stung to death by a chaotic bee, Chun Jiaqiang said mercy: "Senior brother, if revenge can untie the knot in your heart, I wish you happiness every day." ”

"That's good!" There was a dangerous situation in front of him, but the man in white didn't care, chewed on the beehive, and still laughed: "What your junior sister means is that she will die with half of her makeup." ”

took two steps closer and looked at Xiao Yan, there was hatred in his eyes, and there were tears on his face, obviously struggling in pain.

"Mei Xiaoyan, your junior sister has already chosen her fate. With a long sigh, the man in white looked directly: "How you choose your fate is up to you." ”

He said it easily, of course Mei Xiaoyan wanted to save her junior sister, but the big hatred was in front of him, how could he easily put down the sword?

"Mei Xiaoyan, your surname is Mei!" The beekeeper seemed surprised, and asked earnestly: "Do you know Mei Firewood, a mountain forest and reef man?"

"You don't deserve to say my father's name!" Jian Feng was fierce again, and his hatred broke through the sky: "Twenty years ago, you cut my father into meat puree, and today, I will also cut you with a thousand knives!"

"Who said your father was chopped into minced meat!" the beekeeper did not give in, and took a step forward.

Didn't she know that the blade was around her neck?

The blood flowed out, and the beekeeper seemed to know the pain, and hated again: "Who said we cut it!"

Before the hatred was over, she took another step forward and approached Xiaoyan.

"The debt at the top of the Xuantian Cliff, we have been repaying it for twenty years, and we don't owe you the Mei family!" the beekeeper still approached, not afraid of the sharp sword cutting his throat.

Mei Xiaoyan had to shrink the blade of the sword, Chunjia was on the line of life and death, and he didn't dare to bet.

"Did Liu Wuyin make up a lie to you!" the beekeeper did not give up, her voice was already trembling, and through the veil, she couldn't see her face clearly, and she didn't know if she was crying or angry now.

"You don't deserve to say my mother's name!"

The people of the mountains, forests and reefs are called Mei Chai Yao, and the beggars in the world are called Liu Wuyin, these names are really a match made in heaven.

"Well, we want to hear the truth about half of the makeup. The man in white almost gnawed up a whole piece of beehive, and chuckled at Mei Xiaoyan: "I just don't know if you dare to listen to the truth." ”

Mei Xiaoyan was silent, and the beekeeper snorted coldly: "Right and wrong, feel at ease." ”

The man in white was bored, shrugged, and sighed lightly: "Then, let me tell you what happened on the top of Xuantian Cliff twenty years ago." ”

The court is mediocre, the country has fallen, and traitors are in charge.

The people are miserable, miserable.

If it weren't for the fact that there is only one life, hatred would not have died immediately, and it would never have been subject to this living sin again.

The world is in turmoil, and the year is troublesome.

Heavy rain is two months.

The eighteen ditches of Jiujiang in Guangxi were flooded, and if the corpses had not been washed away by the flood, I am afraid that the dead would have been piled up long ago.

Several blood letters were sent to the imperial court, and the faint king finally allocated the disaster relief money from between his teeth.

At the time of the catastrophe, the flesh and blood died, and the traitorous thief who should be cut by a thousand knives actually had to hold a birthday banquet.

Officials of all provinces, prefectures, and cities have to prepare birthday gifts and once again loot the people's fat and ointment.

There are upright officials, and they wrote to the court to denounce the traitor for taking advantage of his longevity to accumulate money, but he was sent to prison and asked him for the crime of false accusation.

Okay, the imperial court can't control this kind of dog official, right?

Take care of the rivers and lakes!

Heroes emerge in troubled times, and how many heroes gather in Kyoto to stab traitors at night.

The dog official is cunning, I am afraid that he knows the undercurrent of the wind and clouds, smells the smell of death, and hides without a trace.

Escape?

If you escape the present, you will not escape tomorrow.

I can escape you, but I can't escape the wealth.

The heroes each geared up to rob the dog official's birthday gift, and then sent the gold and silver to the victims of the disaster in Guangxi.

All the ways to enter Beijing, regardless of the mountain roads and waterways, are secretly guarded by the heroes of the green forest, as long as Shouyin dares to come, it is said that it cannot enter the dog official's house.

There are eight people guarding a rugged path.

They were five men and three women, and they once bowed their heads to the ground and bowed, not seeking to live together, but to die together.

It was dark at night, and the officers and men carried a thick burden and touched the path.

The mountains and dense forests on both sides, the night owl cries the moon.

The night fog ahead is confused, and I don't know life and death.

As he was moving forward in the dark, a big man appeared in the depths of the mist.

The tower-like body of the Great Han Tower, holding an axe in one hand, is carried on his shoulder.

He was in the middle of the road, which was originally a rugged path, and he blocked it, and even the rabbit couldn't get through.

"Friends on the zygote, borrow a bright, this little pestle is to ask a friend to carry the pulp. (Friends of the green forest, please get out of the way, there is some money here, please have some drinks.) "One of the officers and soldiers would make an incision and throw a purse of silver at the big man.

The silver fell at the feet of the big man, and the big man ignored it, and sneered twice: "Dog thief, since it is a lock, you have to wear eagle claw skin, do you want to be shameless?" (Since you are a person from the green forest, you will also work for the court.) ）”

The big Han vernacular, the incision mixed up, and he no longer recognized this officer and soldier as a person from the green forest.

The officers and soldiers stood up, saluted again, and said politely: "Friend, how many people's lives are involved in these burdens, please make it convenient for my friend." ”

After speaking, the officers and soldiers took out two purses of money to buy the road and threw it at the feet of the big man.

"The lives of the dog officials are my!"

With a roar of rage, the big man rounded his axe and slashed out two winds, stabbing the officers and soldiers in front of them.

The officers and soldiers drew their sabers one after another and pounced on the big man.

One axe at a time, flesh and blood flying, and when the big man was enjoying killing, suddenly there was a small wind sound in his ears.

The axe fell to the ground inexplicably, and the big man looked down again, and his arm holding the axe had been cut off by life.