When Meng looked at the woman in white, she also raised her head, her long hair was probably broken off by the fierce battle, like a dense willow leaf, fluttering in the wind. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info Her face was very white, well, it was pale that had lost a trace of blood, and the corner of her lips with light lipstick slowly overflowed with a bloodshot, and then slowly slipped down.

A wounded beauty. For an injured beauty, a man generally can't help but be overflowing with love. However, classmate Meng was so hard-hearted that not only did he not step forward to comfort him, but he didn't even have the intention of moving.

Although, Mr. Meng completely agrees that he is a very caring person, however, he will never overflow. Love, her premise, is based on the real needs of the other party, and it is by no means a resource that deceives her love by groups such as porcelain touching or blackmailing.

Love is just like the water that irrigates crops in a river to nourish human beings, and moderate love is an indispensable and important base for human health and reproduction and civilization.

According to common sense, classmate Meng is so indifferent to an injured beauty, what he gets should be the dissatisfaction or contempt of the beauty, but the truth is not.

In fact, not only did the woman in white not have a trace of disdain on her face, but she also showed a trace of surprise and admiration, her beautiful lips opened, and she spit out a string of beautiful voices: "Third Young Gentleman, you are really a very cautious person, you know that I have been seriously injured, but you still keep calm soberly, and you don't do that thing like other people to rob or fall into the well, which really makes me admire." ”

Meng sighed: "Because, at least, I am not dissatisfied with the current status quo of life, so I am looking for death." ”

The woman in white giggled, and in the laughter, a mouthful of blood spurted out, strangely, after the blood was sprayed, her original pale face seemed to be not so pale, although the dark night could not determine what kind of changes had occurred on her face, but Meng classmate could speculate that it was she who forced out the injured blood stasis in her viscera, and the qi and blood were smooth, and her face slowly returned to its original look.

Sure enough, the woman in white's qi and blood were smoother, and the tone of her words was stronger than just now, she was still smiling slightly, and the slightly curved corners of her mouth seemed to have the urge to kiss Fangze, but her voice was filled with some chills that made people chill their spines: "Third Young Monarch, I know that you are very powerful, even if I am in a completely normal state, I may not be your opponent, but if you plan to take advantage of me just now, I dare to guarantee that I definitely have seventy-one ways for you to die with me." Can you believe it?"

Meng nodded and said, "I believe it." ”

How could he not believe it, he is from the new century, but he knows very well that in this world, there is such an animal full of contradictions, they can be as gentle as water, or they can be as cruel as iron, and their names are women.

Meng didn't want to get entangled in this problem, he moved his eyes, searched in the ruins, and secretly wondered, with the superb skills of the woman in white, she was still injured, who should it be?

The woman in white said: "The third young gentleman doesn't need to look for it anymore, he must have thought that you were my helper, and after hurriedly striking with all his strength, he hid and retreated." ”

She sighed lightly and said, "Speaking of which, it was the third young gentleman who saved me, otherwise, it is estimated that my life is gone." ”

Meng frowned slightly, and said, "There are still such masters in the capital? ”

The woman in white smiled bitterly and said, "The Central Plains Earth Fruit is the legendary Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and if you come alone, you almost bury me in the wilderness." ”

Meng patted his mount and said, "Come on, it's cold and snowy here, and it's not a place to talk." ”

The woman in white was not reserved, and with a slight float, the person fell behind her classmates like a light butterfly.

Meng moved the reins, shifted one direction, clamped his legs, and rode the horse.

The speed of the horses is not very fast, it can even be said that it is very slow.

There was silence all the way, and no one spoke, as if they were two boring masters who were well fed and supported, and they had to find some poetry and painting in the wind and snow. The night is long.

However, this kind of longness is also relative, if you are accompanied by a peerless beauty, or a person who is not annoying, and the atmosphere reaches a point where you don't feel blocked even if you are speechless, you won't feel stuffy and sad for a long time.

The slow speed, the slow increment of the distance, and thus the slow and increasing consumption of the long night.

Gradually, they have moved away from the capital, and as for where they are, it is estimated that Meng Classmate does not know.

However, he didn't have the slightest bit of confusion.

Perhaps, whether in his past life or in this life, his casual life model is still so unswerving.

Mr. Lu Xun said that there is no road in the world, and when people walk more, a road is formed.

And in life, there will be no fixed pattern, let alone someone telling you which pattern you should take, these are like a wasteland covered by wild grass, if you are stuck, you will never know where its way out is.

The road is the way out, and the people are alive.

Sometimes, people and roads are essentially the same.

If the road is not walked, there is no road, people are not alive, and everything is empty.

In his previous life, the old man had solemnly warned him that no matter what task he had to do, he must first ensure that he was still alive.

He once retorted with awe-inspiring dignity: Didn't you say that for the sake of the motherland, can you throw your head and spill your blood, why do you have to selfishly live up to the expectations of the motherland for the sake of your life?

The old man grabbed a big wooden stick and chased after him angrily and beat him: Your sister drops, do you think it is as easy as you to eat a steamed bun to cultivate an elite like you, if all the elites are sacrificed for a task one by one, then, who do we expect our motherland to guard?

Meng is still extremely unconvinced: Look at the Fuso ninja, who failed the mission and committed suicide by seppuku, what a fine and noble bushido spirit, I think we are a big country with ****, why are we not as good as others!

The old man said lightly: There are many kinds of Tao, and the warrior Tao of Fusang is only one of them, which can be said to be the most subtle one; the highest Tao is to persist in humiliation and humiliation, such as the Yue Wang Goujian lying down and tasting courage, such as the humiliation of Han Xin's crotch in the Han Dynasty, they have achieved this kind of Tao.

A mountain, a ditch of clear springs. The horses stopped by the clear spring, looked at the trickling water, raised their heads and whispered, as if they were thirsty.

Meng jumped down, and then stretched out a very gentlemanly hand to pick up the woman in white to dismount.

The woman in white also naturally put one of her white and soft wrists into the hands of classmate Meng, which must be a show in the eyes of ordinary children and daughters of the rivers and lakes, and she was bound to be viciously sprayed.

Then, Meng went out for a circle, brought back a large bundle of dry firewood, and then lit a fire.

Perhaps, some of the branches were not yet dry, and the seeping moisture occasionally produced a beeping sound in the burning, which caused the flames to sway and shimmer.

The flickering light of the fire reflected the two people facing each other across the fire. The two remained silent.

What is rare is that the woman in white actually took off a sheepskin wine jug from her waist, unplugged it, raised her neck without a little ladylike and poured it, and then handed it to classmate Meng, who did not hesitate at all, and completely ignored the warning of her predecessors that women, children, and beggars on the rivers and lakes should not be easily provoked, and took it and drank it without any due precautions.

The woman in white had a flash of brilliance in her eyes, and slowly stood up, her mouth slightly open, and a string of crisp and cheerful tones like a stream trickling.

At the same time, the woman in white began to dance, her clothes fluttering, her posture was graceful, and she was moving, just like the Tianxian Man Dance, and the clouds were colorful.

In her previous life, Ms. Meng had studied the language of Fusang in depth, and naturally understood the meaning of the songs she sang, which expressed the happy time when she and her brothers lived together.

It is conceivable that at that time, although they were taught their skills in the harsh way of the strict master, they could encourage each other and amuse each other in their spare time, forming a deep affection like brothers and sisters. Meng stared at the woman in white, and there was no trace of impure color in his eyes, but a deep sorrow.

At this moment, a trace of soreness suddenly surged in the heart of the dream classmate.

It can be said that even though Mr. Meng was already a devil who killed people without blinking an eye in his previous life, he asked himself that he had never killed an innocent person.

However, in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, in order to provoke the dumping of the four great families, he had no choice but to kill several masters of Gangrouliu.

A few of them may be the most innocent people in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang incidents, but they have become victims under the impetus of some undercurrent.

After the song was finished, the woman in white sat down slowly, lowered her head, looked at the flickering flames, and said sadly: "Third Young Gentleman, you seem to understand my singing?"

Meng nodded slightly: "Hmm." ”

The woman in white picked up a thicker branch and stirred the firewood to make the fire better, and then added a few branches to it, and said slowly: "Third young gentleman, I am very pitiful......"

Meng said, "Hmm. ”

The woman in white said quietly: "I tell you, I once had several brothers who were like compatriots die, and in the future, I will have to fall into the abyss of loneliness forever." What makes me even more sad is that when I was ready to avenge them with great hatred, I was obviously facing the enemies of the heavens, but I couldn't harden my heart!

Meng sighed, "So, what can I help you?"

The woman in white suddenly raised her head, looked at him, bit her lip, and said, "You really want to help me?"

Classmate Meng didn't hide from her provocative gaze, and nodded categorically, "Yes." ”

"Okay," said the woman in white hatefully, "you killed yourself!"

Dream shook his head.

The woman in white sneered and said, "Hmph, it's nice to say, you Chinese people are the most hypocritical, and you have long been used to saying one thing and doing another." ”

Meng said lightly: "Personal matters, don't go online at every turn and get involved in the national realm." It's just my principle, and I would never commit suicide in my dreams. You want to avenge your brothers, and if you do it, I will never do it. ”

"Okay, this is what you said!" The woman in white stood up, "San!" drew her long sword, and the tip of the sword pointed condescendingly at Meng's throat, as long as her jade hand was gently sent, it could immediately penetrate Meng's throat, so that he could not die anymore.

Classmate Meng really kept his integrity and didn't move, and even looked at the gorgeous flames reflected on the blade very calmly without blinking, but the flame of the blade was filled with a cold murderous aura that was cold to the bone marrow.

Through visual inspection, the tip of the sword was only less than an inch away from the throat of classmate Meng, that is, the woman in white had profound skills and superb concentration, if he changed to other swordsmen, at such a close distance, the wrist trembled slightly, and the sharp tip of the sword was definitely likely to have penetrated his throat.

The tip of the sword is very stable, very steady, and does not move at all, just by this move, it has already shown that the woman in white has reached the peak of her attainments in the way of the sword.

The woman in white said, "Do you have anything else to say?"

At this moment, classmate Meng actually had the idea of laughing, Xing Ye's "Journey to the West" came to mind again, it was quite a classic picture, Zixia Fairy's sword reached under the throat of the Supreme Treasure, and the Supreme Treasure planned to temporarily deceive the Zixia Fairy in order to survive, lying that he had already loved her deeply and asked her to give up killing him. But he didn't expect that after tens of thousands of lies, he would completely lose himself and then be deeply shackled into it.

Dream doesn't plan to follow the tragedy of lies one after another, especially for a woman who already feels deeply guilty about herself. Therefore, he said very calmly: "I'm going to die, why do I have to do it with the acceptance speech, uh, if I have to say, I have to say, I have to thank this snowy night, thank you for this beautiful mountain, thank you for this stream, well, it's a pretty good scenery, very good......"

The woman in white listened to it, and then quickly understood that he really had no desire to survive.

Only a person who has completely lost any attachment to existence can be so indifferent to death.

She looked at this young and handsome boy in a daze, and suddenly there was a pain in her heart, very painful and painful.

She didn't understand how she could feel such pain, she should have the excitement and happiness of revenge, but even the slightest pleasure of revenge was absent! In her heart, there seemed to be a voice that warned her very solemnly, if the person in front of her died, she would be sad and grief-stricken!

What the hell am I, what the hell is wrong with me?

Suddenly-

The woman in white threw down her sword hatefully, hid her face with her hands and wept bitterly, cried and jumped on her horse, and while driving the horse, she said in a throat: "If I kill you, I will definitely be even more sad." Remember my name - Fairy!"

It was our turn to be stunned, he was stunned for a while, and said to himself: "I didn't copy the lie of the Supreme Treasure, okay, I just made some casual comments, how can it still be such an ending, could it be that this is the legendary Thanksgiving Holy Power?"