Therefore, Nan Jian looked at the bride sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him again in astonishment; after that, he looked up at the thousand paper cranes fluttering in the wind all over the room, "The body is like a willow leaf and the person is like a flower," he said leisurely, "the skin is better than the snow, the body is like jade, the dancing and shadowing are like summer lotus, and I only love a thousand paper cranes in my life!

When the other party heard this, he looked up in amazement, and removed the hijab from his head, "Nan Daxia really knows the world and is well-read," she said, "It really makes the little girl admire." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Nan Jian looked at her again, and she was really a rare beauty in the world. But seeing her long eyelashes, she covered a pair of eyes like autumn water, especially when these bright eyes blinked affectionately, as if every insignificant flicker could alarm every man's throbbing and restless heart. Not only that, her face is pointy, her mouth is shiny, her teeth are white and her lips are red, and she is radiant, and her waist is soft and her lines are clear, and she seems to smile and smile, and her every move will affect people's hearts intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing him looking at her steadily, she did not feel alarmed at all, and not only that, but she immediately stood up, walked up to him affectionately with gentle lotus steps, and hugged his tall waist with her soft jade hands, while plunging into his broad and firm arms.

"This is the event of my life that I have dreamed of for many years!" she said, "I have longed since I was a child, and when I grow up, I will marry a famous hero in the world, and today I am finally happy that my wish has come true." ”

Her hands around him were as smooth and soft as satin, as if they were gently bound by a ribbon, and her hair was neatly coiled without a hint of mess, and the gold and silver hairpins on her head glittered in the light, both charming and beautiful. There is a faint fragrance of lotus flowers on her body, which completely makes people feel that what she is holding in her arms is not an ordinary woman in the world, but a beautiful fairy who is transformed by a lotus elf.

At that moment, he was really intoxicated, and he had a feeling of being unable to extricate himself and powerless to refuse, and at that moment, he just wanted to shake off the evil sword, hug her, kiss her, and press her to the bed, and remove her clothes......

But a fresh wind blew, and he heard a sad cry from afar away from the wind, so he was shaken, and immediately he took a fresh look at the room. Suddenly, he seemed to see the red paper crane hanging with red silk thread on the top of his head, it was not a thousand paper cranes, but a drop of blood—a drop of blood from the knife wound on the body of his good brother Wen Qiang!

Therefore, he was stunned, he couldn't imagine that he would have such a terrible thought just now! Now, he was reinvigorated, he remembered Ren Siyun, and remembered that she was at the house of her good friend who had just died, and she was mourning and weeping in front of his good friend's bed.

"Who are you from Tu Dahu?" At this time, he suddenly asked coldly about the woman who was still holding him, with her beautiful hair coiled and her head lying on his chest.

The other party seemed to be taken aback when he asked this. She raised her head leisurely, a trace of horror appeared on her charming face, and there seemed to be a trace of tears glistening in her pure eyes like autumn water. "Nanlang," she suddenly asked him in a sad tone, "is it, you must kill him tonight!"

"Yes. Nanjian said firmly.

"Under your sword, you have spared so many people!" she said, still looking up at him with a grim expression, "Why do you want to put him to death today?"

"Because he's damned. ”

"And what do you think he deserves to die?"

Nanjian looked out the window, and through the dark night, he saw that there was still a person sitting in the hall of the Dongyue Dart Bureau, "because," he said leisurely, "he had just killed a good master with twenty disciples, and was also a kind father to three young children and a beloved husband of a young woman. ”

So she stopped talking, for she too felt that the sin was unforgivable, but she could not accept it. As the saying goes, the tiger poison does not eat the child, and because the son does not dislike the mother ugly - after all, she is the daughter of Tu Dahu!

"Can I ask you for one thing, then?" she asked suddenly, faintly.

"What's the matter?"

"Even if it's for me, you let him go!" she said, "As long as you let him go, I will follow you in this life, whether it is wandering the world, whether it is being a cow or a horse, I am willing and have no regrets." ”

Hearing her say this, Nan Jian shuddered, so he took back his gaze from the window and quietly fell on her sad but even more pitiful face, at this time, he also saw that a string of crystal tears was slipping from her charming eyes and falling to the ground, "Tu Dahu is Ling Zun?" he suddenly asked her.

But she closed her eyes in agony, letting the tears flow out. At this time, he blatantly pushed her away, "I'm sorry," he said, "I can't agree to your request!"

Hearing this, her whole body was shocked, and she quickly opened her eyes. At that moment, her dark and shining eyes were no longer as lovely as the enchanting stars, as if the molten crater of the crater, the raging flames, the resentment that destroyed everything, burst out of those delicate eyes.

"Then you kill me first!" she said, looking at him coldly.

However, Nanjian ignored him, still carrying the sword of evil and turned to leave, and was about to go out, she pounced on him from behind, and stopped him by the waist to hug him, and at the same time, he also felt on his back that her warm tears were wetting his clothes, and the girl's faint temperature flowed down his back.

"Let my father go, I beg you, let him go!" she pleaded, "let go of the hatred, and let us leave here together, incognito, and go to a strange place, and love each other for the rest of our lives." ”

Listening to her sad words, Nan Jian also closed his eyes helplessly, and finally he sighed deeply from his chest, "I'm sorry," he said, "my conscience can't be calmed." As he spoke, he peeled away with his hand the smooth, delicate arm that held her waist around him. So, in despair, she fell to the ground and wept bitterly.

In her low sobs, Nan Jian walked down the stairs step by step, leaving the Wanhua Building full of paper cranes, but just as he walked out of the staircase and was about to step out of the threshold, he found two men with a tiger's back, one holding an iron gun in his hand and a broad-leaf steel knife in his chest.

When they heard someone walking down the stairs behind them, both of them turned their heads and turned around at the same time, and only then did Nanjian realize that the man with an iron spear in his hand had a broad face and a crooked nose, and seemed to have the ruthless temperament of an eagle. And the man holding a broad-leaf steel knife in his hand, with a tiger body and a wolf waist, can see his chest hair from the open placket.

"Looks like things are falling apart!" he said to his companion.

"It's a pity!" replied his companion, "the falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is merciless. (To be continued.) )