"Isn’t it white?" Si Nian leaned lazily against the wall and looked down at the white finger. The left index finger gently bounced off the sand that touched the right sleeve, and then looked up and revealed a smiling lip that was harmful to people and animals. "If you don’t ask the terrifying?"
Keep your eyes open, Si Nian will not be kind to this matter. He sank, "Don’t be aggressive. You can’t afford to offend people in the East Factory!"
"Finally angry? This is fun, so I’ll do it first. "Sinian raised his right hand and held the hilt of the longevity sword. When the hand shook the scabbard, it flew out and crashed into the constancy.
Keep your eyes open. "Be careful!" Then draw a knife "bang!" Cut off the scabbard of the eternal sword
"Smelly little talk!" Impatient male right hand suddenly the veins stood out jumped a punch like mount tai hit the sinian.
"There are two." Si Nian dodged a blow from the impatient man Juli, and then suddenly felt the cold coming from behind him. He spun his body with one foot and passed by with a clean steel knife.
"You make a sound that seems a little loud, so let’s just end it." Sinian saw that two people would spare no effort to repel themselves. Immediately, plumes of red mans slowly emerged from the body and then melted into the air. Ran Ran fluttered and eventually surrounded them.
"field!" Seeing the red awn emerge, I can’t help but turn pale and attack my face. "Let’s go!" He immediately turned to escape, only to find that his body was already moving …
Si Nian said, "Don’t you think it’s too late to leave now?"
The impatient man’s face broke into a cold sweat. He roared, "We just wanted to leave, but can we!"
Si Nian said, "Ha ha, so goodbye …"
In an instant, there were two more bodies left outside Longmen Inn. Si Nian didn’t look at the bodies of the two men, even if they were senior officials of the East Factory, even if they were dead before their death.
Si Nian walked forward lightly, took out a thousand tokens from the defensive waist, then bent down to pick up the scabbard that had just been shot, and then went back to the inn just in front of the door. A sound behind him reminded me that it was the shopkeeper’s wife, the woman jiao, who smiled. "It’s cruel of you to call ten people back."
Si Nian witnessed a woman’s physical intercourse with two men today. There is no affection in her heart, and she hates him. She said coldly, "Hang around in front of me again and be careful that there will be one more body."
A woman can’t give up on Si Nian’s words. She is still charming and laughs. "The boss asked me to bring you a message."
Si nian Dao "said"
The woman said, "The boss said that this is Longmen, which is her place with gold inlaid jade. Today, the ten people cleaned up, which means that she has put up with the public. She hopes that you will not break the rules here again."
Si Nian gently pushed the wooden door of the inn, and when one foot was about to step in, his body slowed slightly. "I am a person who likes to make rules …"
"Arrogant" women ogle Si Nian without a trace of negative emotions. Pangfengchen women don’t like to boast of being noble and elegant. Scholars don’t like to be shy and shy, but love arrogant and arrogant Jianghu tourists.
"Diao, clean up these two bodies," said the woman, turning back to the wild air, which seemed very strange.
However, it is even more amazing that someone answered "Yes!"
"Bang!" A figure jumped up from the desert with a machete and pounced on two bodies that had been cold by the desert cold wind.
The desert wind with ten folded souls gradually drifted away from the ten people with the dust in the wind, and several people had predicted that they could not go back to the desert again this time, even if the bodies would be found everywhere … Because their bodies were changed, the meat in the Longmen Inn bag was still noble before heaven and man yesterday, but today it has turned into smoke …
Chapter one hundred and thirty-one Understanding pain
At night, Yumen was quiet for more than ten miles. Four people sat on the ground in front of a fire, and several people stood upright around them. The flame of the fire gently jumped and reflected the four people in the darkness. An old man with white hair but full of energy was beside him. He was a handsome man with a long figure, and his wit was revealed in his eyes, which made people feel chilly. The first man bowed his head and the last man’s right hand turned out to be holding coils. Finally, his right hand lay quietly on the ground according to the ground. Two fine knives with cold light were faintly exposed at the mouth of the buckskin cloth bag. If there were a court official here If we talk about "pale with horror", they may be even more shocked or whether people can make these four East factories go out in unison! ?
The old man is impressively the founder of the East Factory, whose martial arts is second only to that of Cao Shaoqin. Jia Ting, the head of the four stalls, has a handsome face. Lu Xiaochuan, the chief think tank of Cao Shaoqin, holds the scroll. Yanxiao Chang, the number one confidant of Cao Shaoqin, is in charge of the confidential text of the East Factory, and Cao Tian, a brave and skillful rising star of the East Factory, holds two fine knives.
When slowly past the fire slowly swing …
Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps in front of Ji Yu’s door, and a black figure approached Jia Ting and others like a high wind in the desert.
"live!" Escorted Jia Ting four east factory black riding team elite immediately draw out a sword and roared.
"Jia Gong!" The newcomer gave a low shout.
"Let him in," Jia Ting said softly.
Jia Ting stood up slowly and smiled faintly. "What’s the situation?"
The man’s sharp eyes sank down. "It’s very difficult to keep silence and steal jade without answering."
Jia Ting said, "What do you mean, there is no reply?"
Come to ponder after a breath "dead …"
"hmm? ！” Jia Tinggang just smiled coldly like a father. He turned slightly with long sleeves and stopped talking.
Lu Xiaochuan immediately got up and waved to the newcomers to leave and then approached Jia Ting lightly, "Jia Gong …"
Suddenly the wind blew, and Jia Tingcang’s old white hair swayed in the flame. "Let’s go!"
In the snowy season, when the war broke out, several countries in China were at war with each other, and the people were in limited pain. A sallow and emaciated boy was tired and curled up in the deepest part of the alley. The snow floated on his weak body and then melted into his broken clothes. He curled his legs and held his knees tightly against his chest. His long hair was very messy and covered his head. He was so cold and hungry …
At this time, two elongated figures appeared in the alley in the dark, and they walked gently to the depths of the alley through the snow.
"Little Baby" was just when the boy seemed to be dreaming of a table full of fish and lying happily in his parents’ arms, a gentle voice pulled him back from the border of death.
The boy struggled to raise his little head and looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him. The middle-aged man looked at him very calmly. Next to him, a big boy who was equally luxurious and himself smiled at himself.
The boy’s lips and teeth were pale and his eyes drooped. He struggled to spit out the hoarse voice "Hello …"
The middle-aged man crouched down and stretched out his white palm, regardless of the boy’s dirty body. The palm touched the boy’s cheek and there was such a trace of sadness in his eyes. "Can the poor baby’s parents still be there?"
The boy is a strong heart. When he heard this sentence from the middle-aged man, he couldn’t hold back the bitterness in his heart any longer. His eyes fell with glittering tears. Tears crossed his cheeks and fell into the hands of the middle-aged man. "Dad, mom … they were killed by the officers and men of the Song Dynasty … uncles, uncles, grandparents are all dead … sisters and brothers are all dead … they are all dead …"
The middle-aged man stared at the boy’s heartbreaking cry, and his forefinger slightly raised and caressed the tears in the corner of the boy’s eye. The middle-aged man looked at the tears in his forefinger’s eyes and flashed a trace of even more grief. "There must be so many wars in this world … thief God! This is what you want to see … After the family ruined, young and old … "
"Baby, if you don’t want to die and want revenge, just come with me …" With that, the middle-aged man sighed and turned around and headed for the alley.
The boy looked at the middle-aged man and turned back, his eyes staring blankly.
"Come with us." Jinyihua boy didn’t follow the middle-aged man, but he didn’t dislike the boy’s dirty body and held out his clean little hand.
"It will dirty you." The boy let go of his knees and stretched out his right hand, then drew it back.
"No!" Jinyihua boy smiled brightly and pulled the boy to a halt, and his right hand pulled him up.
The boy’s pale face is slightly red and still hoarse. "Thank you …"
Jinyihua boy shook his head and smiled. "Why did you thank me? I used to be like you." Then he turned to look at the middle-aged man’s step-by-step back, and his eyes showed a trace of worship and gratitude. "We should all thank Jia Gong …"
The boy looked down at the eyes of the boy in Jinyihua, and also branded the man in his heart. He muttered, "I will give my life to you …"
"all right! Introduce myself, my name is stealing jade! " Jinyi boy laughed
"My name is Chang Chang …"
The gears in troubled times involve a period of life, suffering, fate and sadness. Idiots always have a blind belief in their hearts that is not changed by others. When the tender heart is planted with a kind of purple flower that will never fade, when the pain makes them remember the past, they will be desperate to realize the sacred ideal in their hearts. There is a person next to that purple flower in their hearts. That person is everything in their lives. The direction pointed by his sword is their life to fight the battlefield …
No saint in troubled times can accuse them of their beliefs because of these troubled times. These fates are sad and inspiring. Perhaps many people envy them and then envy them such a good situation than wealth, but no one can understand that the eternal law in their hearts has been erased, and they don’t need others to understand that they want to let the world taste the pain and let the world know how beautiful peace is. Their only obsession is to create an eternal country together with the one that allows them to look back …
But their faith eventually vanished …
Chapter one hundred and thirty-two The wind and rain
Outside the Longmen Inn, a group of people wearing hats, soap clothes and weapons walked sideways to the Longmen Inn with two large baskets of people.
Suddenly, the handsome man’s footsteps were slightly low, and he said to several people behind him, "Be careful if there is blood." This person is Qiu Moyan, a woman disguised as a man!
"Ah" Si Nian’s right ear smelled the footsteps outside beautifully, and his mouth smiled, so he slept on the table with one hand and then got up and said, "Xiao Er took me to the building."
"Good objective this way, please!" Xiao ‘eryi throws a shoulder rag, bends down and hunches back, and Si Nian leads the way.
Just as Sinian started the building, three of the Jianghu guests immediately got up and followed.
"Hum!" Gold inlaid jade stared at them and smiled coldly without stopping them.
"Brother, this is words? Listen to "very white" and keep calm and say to Sinian. He looks very calm and looks at Sinian, but his back is already a cold sweat. The two of them were born in the East Factory, where they are full of killing and abuse. At this moment, they can’t lift a trace of murder at close range in front of Sinian. They are deliberately suppressed by Sinian’s strong murder, and they are almost out of breath.
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