"Do you know, this jar of wine should have belonged to me, but now I have drunk their happy wine, it is really gratifying......" Nan Jiantian laughed at himself, the liquor was soft like fire, but it was like a knife piercing through his intestines.

Suddenly, Nan Jiantian spit out all the wine he had drunk and shouted, "Why is this wine bitter, where is this wine? ”

Without warning, Nan Jiantian threw the wine jar out of his hand, exploded in the little man's head, and then everything returned to calm.

The other man's figure swayed from side to side for a while, and then fell on his back in a pool of blood. The surrounding guards had already been alarmed, and quickly detoured to the place where the incident occurred, and the dark night was full of swords and swords.

"Who the hell is causing trouble here and reporting your Wan'er?" shouted the head of the guard.

Nan Jiantian slowly raised his head, and under the broken hair wet with wine, they met a pair of vicious eyes like blood demons, and their gaze was like a steel knife slashing across their faces.

Under Nan Jiantian's gaze, they only felt a pang in their hearts.

"Whoever stops me, die!" Nan Jiantian squeezed out four words from between his teeth.

The head of the guard shouted: "Breaking into the General's Mansion at night, you are really arrogant, don't you really think that the Du family is a good deception......? Nan Jiantian?"

The guards also trembled in their hearts, the imperial capital is so big, who doesn't know the name of Nan Jiantian? Especially as a member of the Du family, even Du Fei, the son of the head of the family, has been planted in his hands.

"Nan Jiantian, I respect you as a true hero, and I didn't want to do anything with you. But you shouldn't make a big fuss about the general's mansion on the day of the young master's wedding, you and I are our own masters, and today we will fight to the death and draw your sword. ”

"You're not worthy of my sword. Nan Jiantian shook his head lightly.

After that, he grabbed the wine jar that had not yet been drunk, and drank it on his back like no one.

"Sure enough, he is an arrogant person, and he is willing to learn high tricks. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the chief of the guard made eye contact with several of his subordinates, and suddenly drew his sword and suddenly attacked with a long sword that was full of terrifying swords.

Nan Jiantian still poured the liquor without any scruples, ignoring the rushing attack, but a faint and invisible dark light had naturally condensed outside his body.

The head of the guard sent out a sword with all his strength, and the sword light containing the powerful True Yuan actually stopped strangely only a foot away from Nan Jian Tian's body. Blocked by an invisible force, it is difficult to penetrate a single bit.

Nan Jiantian looked at the shocked guard captain with a wicked smile, and said softly: "An ant-like existence, in my artistic conception of killing, everything is just a powerless resistance. You can die, and everyone here will be buried for your disrespect. ”

Although the captain of the guard was shocked in his heart, he also reacted quickly. Without giving the other party a chance to shoot, he jumped up, and his figure was already standing proudly in the air. The sword in his hand is swallowed, and the sword intent is raging, so not majestic!

Nan Jiantian's expression was grim, and he slowly stretched out his right hand, and suddenly a huge and terrifying giant palm like a white tiger grabbed at the other party like lightning.

The guard was horrified, and his posture was stretched again, sliding to another angle like lightning, and at the same time, his hands were clasped, and he was about to launch a new counterattack. But it was too late, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Flutter!"

A streamer swept by, and a head with an unwilling expression splashed a pool of blood rain, like a rolling mountain rock falling to the ground with a loud "bang".

One of his subordinates looked at the head of the middle-aged man rolling to the ground in disbelief as if they had lost their souls. It is natural for the chief of the guard to have today's status and strength, he has reached the peak of the late stage of condensation, and half of his feet have stepped into the stage of condensation, and he was actually solved by Nan Jiantian one by one, and no one even saw how he did this. People just died?

Like frightened beasts, the two subordinates roared angrily, drew their swords and turned into two balls of light and rushed forward.

It was another bright streamer, and two pools of blood and rain were sprinkled one after another......

"Bang bang!"

When the two broken bodies fell to the ground, the fear in the hearts of the people who were still alive had reached its peak!

Finally, someone couldn't stand this terrifying depression, his eyes were red, and he yelled: "Brothers, we fought with him!"

Immediately, he took the lead in waving the sword in his hand and rushed over......

However, they never got close to Nan Jiantian, and the three feet around them had already turned into a pool of blood. With a life-threatening glow, the man seemed to have been separated.

More and more people almost fell into madness, making futile attacks, and the Du Jiawei was well-trained, treating death as home, knowing that they would die, they still rushed forward.

"If you are really a good slave who regards death as home, I will fulfill you!"

Nan Jiantian didn't have a trace of mercy, like a raging beast, the green tendons on his arms were bulging, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the Huolin Sword in his palm also fell into demonization along with his state of mind, and the mighty magic light slashed down obliquely, drawing a deadly arc, and the blood splattered between the rise and fall of the sword!

He even split the other party into two pieces from shoulder to abdomen, splashing himself with blood. The blood on his face and the bloody hair on his back all tell about his wildness and brutality!

Who dares to get within a foot of him, and who can get within a foot of him?

The blood stained on his body is all the enemy's! Although Nan Jiantian has no scruples about fighting viciously and killing fiercely, he still concentrates on every move and style of attack from the enemy, and his mood is not disturbed at all, so that he can ensure that he has no injuries on his body from the beginning of the fight until this time.

Seeing the enemy die like a moth to a flame, a strong bloodthirsty violence suddenly rose in Nan Jiantian's heart, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roared, and then the sword qi swayed, and all the people besieging him around him were slashed by this sword qi like a match, and the blood light on his chest burst out.

Then, like the withered petals in the south of the Yanyu River, they drifted away.

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Silver glow, so soft, as if a layer of white gauze was gently draped over the body, so bright and dazzling that people couldn't believe it, and it was almost suspected that it was a phantom that appeared overhead!

At night, the frost moon is near the river, and the sky is white.

The moonlight was like a mist woven from a hazy silver veil. On the leaves, on the pillars, on the armrests of rattan chairs, on the faces of people, there was a solemn and holy light.

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Nangong Wan's eyebrows are like hooks, her eyes are like dancing with 10,000-point silver candles, and there is a bright moon up and down the river. The deep palace can lock her people, but it can't lock her heart!

Shadowing the moonlight, it seems that the fairy who descended to the earth in the Moon Palace, when she saw her, she never thought that there was a blue sky in the universe.

Nangong Wan was dressed in thin red clothes and looked at the west silently. The deep eyes have lost the charm of the past, leaving only a pool of autumn water, which is pitiful.

She has lost weight, as if she is as flawless as white, and her skin that can be broken by blowing is still like a light cloud covering the moon, and she is as bright as the eyes of the wind.

Xu is due to the misery of lovesickness day and night, the original plump figure is a little thinner at the moment, and it shows the posture of ice muscle and jade bones. The original temperament of "autumn water is the god, jade is the bone" exudes more sadness at the moment.

Today, she is just a bride, wearing a phoenix crown, a hood on her head, and a fiery red gown. It seems to be another world in this cave room, and the atmosphere of joy cannot hide the sadness behind it.

In the neighing of the mournful wind, she suddenly cried. Two lonely pearl-like teardrops, like a curtain waterfall, slowly slid down the poignant face.

How much love, in my dreams last night.

How many tears, broken faces.

Night, dead silence, dead silence.

A lake of ice in my heart gathered the gray slight, hiding my small figure in this night. Who crushed whose strength into fluttering words.

A heart, a dream, a loneliness, for whom?

Let the autumn wind blow away the attachment of this life, and in those broken years, it will become a lifetime of sorrow!

Waiting may be doomed to nothingness.

However, in the journey of life, everyone is a hurried passerby of each other, and they are just dancing alone from beginning to end, no matter how good others are, they are just accompaniments in life.

Who is a floating cloud in someone's life? Like a passing meteor, it achieves the brilliance of the night sky, but leaves itself a trace of nothingness. Then, when I woke up, I finally saw the truth, which was someone else's world.

This has always been the case.

In a trance, the autumn wind rose, the remnant sun was like blood, listening to the maple leaves falling silently, and people gradually lost weight, leaving only those years alone and haggard!

No matter who has fulfilled whose dreams, there is always a time to wake up. Who leaves whom a void memory, and then crushes the story and returns it to dust......

The fragrance of the other shore is soaked in the sorrow of yesterday, how much the red in the depths of memory, and the ocean of light years is wantonly. The destination is what I have always guarded. I watched over my own destiny, smearing my own words. The faint text carries a faint emotion.

There are so many stops in life, why did he happen to stop at my stop? It doesn't seem to be a big deal, even if you can't help each other to the end, but you are frozen in my most beautiful memories.

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A glass of turbid wine is full of vicissitudes of life, cloudy with many people and things. That time to hold hands, that time to rely on, that time to look back and care for each other in the turbulent years, and that reluctant to separate...... After experiencing it, I found that all these things converged into indelible feelings.

Sleepless nights, soothing a heart-wrenching lovesickness song, who is loneliness for?

Plucking the strings two or three times, the unfinished tune of acacia has already sprung up in my heart, and thousands of heart words gather at my fingertips. It's just that in this life, the red thread in your hand has been held in the hands of others, me, but is it still your red face?

She sang the last moan before the curtain call like a disease-free play, sad, almost crazy, and heartbroken, but there was no applause in the audience, he was the only audience, and he had already left the stage early.

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Love, sometimes means hurt, but have to love, face the reality, and have to separate.

Can a new relationship really heal a previous injury? However, no matter what you choose, it seems that you don't have the mood you had when you first accepted a new relationship, and you would rather be alone than touch that bloody wound. It's just that I don't know who hurts more in the end?

A person, standing in the loneliness after autumn, let the autumn frost dye the red maple leaves, let the time wither the green trees, let the kite tear off the love thread, and let the cold moon lose the lovesickness. Let me hurt again and again, let you be slim and slim.

"Perhaps, we can only go here, I hope we will never see each other again!" Nangong Wan looked sad.

The night is as cold as water, and the heart is as cold as ice. The undeliverable wish is just like the starry language in the dim night sky. Through a sad heart, the love threads are entangled, and there is no way to relieve them.

I can't ask the common people, I can't penetrate the red dust, I can only drag the broken body silently to the next road with pain.

Time belongs to time, but time cannot weather. When the years are ruthlessly mottled with the love on the Sansheng Stone, how can we change the fate? Therefore, the only way to let go of the clouds of lovesickness in the depths of the soul is to let it drift and slowly cover the lonely sandbar.

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Have you ever known, I always wonder what it would be like if we returned to the starting point and never knew each other, and if we lost me, would you be willing? At least, I don't!"

When the osmanthus is fragrant, raise a glass to invite the moon. Drunk, looking up to see the rain in the sky, the rain is written with the lovesickness of thousands of reincarnations, and also the attachment of thousands of reincarnations.

This passing shoulder has hurt you and broken me. I really want to go back to the beginning, you and I don't know each other, and each follows the established trajectory of fate, maybe there will be wind and rain, but at least it won't be as obsessed as now.

Before I met you, I didn't know there was cold beyond loneliness. Before I missed you, I didn't know what was more unbearable than loneliness. I don't know if the years have blurred the memory, or the years are too pale!

All the backs have been diluted!

If you don't want to meet again, then see you in the next life!

The regrets left behind will be made up for in the next life. Whoever owes it to whom, pay it back in the next life!

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