MTL - Joy of Life-~ six

The **** is dead, because he is too proud, he puts the world's people in his eyes, so he can only die!

The index finger is gone because his mission has been completed, so he is gone.

Ten fingers and heart!

As long as there is a trace of wound, the heart will also hurt.

What's more, is it broken two fingers?

The sawdust and lime in the air followed the figure of the index finger and disappeared.

"What do we do now?" The little finger was like a deflated ball, and asked dumbly.

"Of course it is killing!" Dahongpao smiled and said, and took out a stack of thick silver tickets.

"This is 100,000.

In the 20-day period, remove the head of the people in Beiqi. ”

The little finger picks up the ticket.

People are killing themselves, and the bounty is of course their own.

This is the rule set by Dahongpao.

He did not ask who the employer was.

This is also the rule set by Dahongpao.

Dahongpao looked at the little finger with a flustered look and took back the silver ticket.

"You have lost the sword heart!" Dahongpao looked at the little finger. "Your heart is no longer on the sword."

This time I can't let you go. ”

Do not let the little finger go, only the ring finger.

The ring finger has not killed anyone, it does not mean that he will not kill!

"No! This mission is mine!" The little finger shouted loudly. He was like a spoiled child. He saw his beloved toy being taken away by others and his eyes burned out.

The ring finger stood silently, did not receive the ticket, still looked at Dahongpao calmly.

The little finger suddenly reached for a hand, and the silver ticket was like a snowflake, and the blue bricks of the temple were dyed into pieces of white.

He is not jealous, and he has no anger in his heart.

There is only one reason!

His life was returned by the ring finger.

He is a killer, a **** killer.

But he did not allow his own life-saving benefactor to be contaminated with blood.

He felt that the ring finger should be a literati, a literati like Zhuang Mohan.

In the temple, only the little finger is screaming.

Dahongpao sat quietly, standing on the ring finger quietly.

a long time.

a long time.

"The little finger is taught by your own hands. Doesn't you understand his heart?" The ring finger broke the silence. "Even if the little finger can't adjust the mood, I believe that with the ability of the little finger, he also has the ability to kill someone."

"You should have guessed that even if you let me go, the little finger will still secretly follow.

He always wants to protect me. ”

"Since you know that even if you don't let him go, he will still go, why do you want me to go?"

The little finger squinted and looked at the two, the atmosphere was subtle.

"Why are you doing this! Why?" In the ring finger discourse, with a hint of indescribable emotions, drifting between the two.

The little finger has known the ring finger in the past few years and has never seen him like this.

"North Qi is still very dangerous.

He Dao is naturally not afraid.

But you have to know that there is a sea otter in Beiqi.

The sea otter with the reputation and the same. ”

"What's more, according to other people's rumors, the sister of the supervisory court's Tisfanfan is only one step away from the realm of the great master."

Dahongpao’s gaze did not look to the ring finger, and said with a low head, “If you don’t go together, can you still come back?”

The little finger nodded and felt that Dahongpao was right. Although there was no hardship in Beiqi, it was more indestructible than when the bitterness was sitting.

The ring finger smiled coldly, looking at Dahongpao sneer, watching him like an idiot.

The little finger suddenly remembered the middle finger, and he hurriedly tried to remind, but there was no effect.

"In this case, why don't you go?" The ring finger asked.

"Don't look at me like this, I remember I said it."

Dahongpao said softly.

The words are very dull and the voice is not front.

Like a blunt sword, there is no front.

However, everyone knows.

As long as it is a sword, you can kill!

A blunt sword is no exception.

"You let us both go north, only one purpose."

The ring finger was not affected by the words of Dahongpao, and he still looked at him and said.

"Oh?" Dahongpao is still dull, no front.

"Because you have to do something big! A big thing that you don't even know if you can come back! You don't want us to follow you to kill!"

"You think more.

I always think that you are too sensitive and not suitable for killers. ”

Dahongpao is laughing, and the meat that is laughing is shaking.

The flesh of the whole body is shaking.

If a person laughs like this, there are only two reasons!

You are really happy, happy can't control your expression, you can't control your body.

In addition, what you want to cover up, nothing can be more suitable than a smile as a mask.

"Since I know that after today, the yin and yang will be separated.

Why do you have to do it? "The ring finger is a little excited and the voice is sharp.

Sharp like a needle, pierced into the heart of Dahongpao.

"What you don't want to do, you still have to do it."

Dahongpao didn't smile. He looked up and looked at the ring finger quietly. He sighed and seemed to be saying to himself, "This is life, and this is life.

No matter how unwilling to do, you must do it.

No one is forcing you to do it, but you must do it. ”

"If you must do it, why can't you bring me?"

The voice of the ring finger is a little sad, and he continues: "Everyone says that the thumb is cold-blooded and ruthless.

It exists like a ghost.

However, I know what kind of person you are! In my eyes, you are just a poor person.

A poor, helpless person! A fool who will only consider others, but never wants to be their own! ”

Dahongpao waved his hand: "Go north, I can't take you there because..."

He suddenly stopped his waving hand, and the look of the ring finger gave him a kind of feeling from the so-called.

It is an emotion that I don't even know how to express.

He stopped his mouth and did not say the last half of the sentence.

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"Just because I am a woman?" The ring finger finally couldn't control, and the excited fingers began to tremble.

Baoyuelou is a brothel, but not a brothel.

A beautiful woman will become the plaque of the brothel and will become the pearl of the man.

However, those are not beautiful?

The ring finger is of course not called the ring finger.

But she is only willing to call this name now. When she thinks about the past, she will be afraid, and she will be trembling with fear.

A man redeemed her.

And teach her something that women should not learn.

He told her that a person who wants to survive can only rely on himself.

A beautiful woman can rely on her own looks, but what about her?

She also wants to live for herself.

That's it.

Her current name is the ring finger, she is very satisfied.

She has her own life.

She doesn't have to sell her own for a meal.

Of course, she also knows that her ** can only be exchanged for two or two fat.

That is the least valuable meat!

She is a killer, but she has never killed anyone.

Because the man who saved her did not allow her to kill.

She felt that only with this man, she lived like a human, she had a soul.

That is a feeling from what is called.

Comfortable, free, unrestrained.

But now...

She is like a dream.

The dream woke up, and all the good things were turned into a river of spring water.

"Let me go with you.

Even if I die, I will not be afraid. ”

The tears of the ring finger are crystal clear, and only the purest talents will have such beautiful tears.

Pure, there is never a distinction between the spirits.

Even if the ring finger is a jealousy, she is still pure.

Just as pure as a newborn baby!

Dahongpao looked at the ring finger quietly.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

Maybe it is fun.

Is he really happy? Only he knows it.

Even if one person has all the glory and wealth in the world, he will not be able to sleep when the night dreams come back.

The eyes are full of satisfying smiles, but my heart is crying.

Being in the vast area of ​​Guangsha, the loneliness in his heart made him still live in the rock chamber.

If this kind of feeling is said to those smart people, he will laugh at you as an idiot, a helpless fool.

How far is the true joy?

Treasures, wealth, power, status?

Is Dahongpao happy?

This kind of feeling can only be understood by people who are truly true and true.

Even if others insult him, saying that he is an idiot, nerd, he will not care.

Dahongpao is an idiot, a drug-free fool!

The ring finger suddenly turned, the pale marks on the pale face were not dry, and the flat, undulating eyes were full of resentment and became like a knife.

She picked up the ticket silver on the bluestone board and made a gesture of walking to the little finger.

The little finger stood there stupidly, and did not move.

He doesn't want to go, he can't go.

When he left, he would never have a home.

Although, this is not a home.

"Can't you go?" The ring finger did not look back.

This sentence is also said to be as good as a knife.

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A moment of demise can change the world, change one person, and change all destiny.

The pain in the heart of the ring finger, the pain of a languageless watch.

She suddenly stopped her footsteps, a feeling buried in her heart for a long time, and melted her instantly.

Without waiting for the little finger to answer, the ring finger turned his head and rushed over to Dahongpao without thinking.

She suddenly hugged the Dahongpao, her lips cold, soft, fragrant, sweet as a flower bud.

She didn't know why she was like this. She only knew that if she left now, she would meet again in the future.

If you are gone now, you may only meet when you are waiting for the bridge.

Some people say that friendship is cumulative.

The longer the friendship, the deeper it is.

The gentleman's friendship is as light as water.

Water will also become a strong-flavored wine over time.

And love is sudden! Friendship must stand the test of time, and love often happens in an instant.

How brilliant, how glorious, how sacred, and how beautiful this moment is!

This moment is enough to stop time and become eternal.

The wind blew gently outside the window, and the twilight had fallen on the earth.

The dusk of spring is bright and embarrassing.

It is both gentle and warm.

At this moment, the voice of the whole world suddenly disappeared.

In the sunset, only the gentle eyes of the girl, the shadow of the tree is only the endless lingering of the girl.

After many years, when you look back again, you can still remember that in the past, someone was talking to you, so whispering your heart?

It’s like a vow that is deeply engraved in the heart!

Please don't hesitate, open your hands and hold the beloved girl into your arms.

Into the gentle silence.

I don't know when it started, the two figures in the twilight became a person.

They are not as flaming, but they have a gentle, watery tenderness.

"You must be alive, I am waiting for you."

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The door has been tied from the outside, a smile like a glacial thawing, spring back to the earth, the new flower buds open in the sun like a woman drifting out like a cloud.

In the distant sky, the evening glows.

The clouds were faintly blown away by a breeze, and the last trace of Fuyang quietly flashed across the sky.

Dahongpao stood alone in the temple, leaving a hint of gentleness in the corners of his lips.

himself? Still someone else left?

The person has gone, no one knows if she will go north.

No one knows where she will wait for the return of her sweetheart.

Even Dahongpao doesn't know.

"The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Nung, moon and new moon. ”

Da Hongpao looked at the golden horizon with ecstasy, and muttered two poems in the middle of the idle.

but……

The sunset is not infinite, and people will not last long.

But what about beauty and Juanjuan?

The sky is rainy and crisp, and the grass is close to the sky.

The most important thing is the spring of the year.

The spring rain is like silk, and I want to be unconnected.

The drizzle slammed the imperial city and quietly fell on the smooth glass roof. With the gap between the glazes, it slipped out of the beautiful curve.

This situation, this is good-looking.

Prince Edward always likes this weather.

Because of the filaments, such as the Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind.

This will remind him of the faint and graceful figure, the shy smile that is as pure as the spring rain.

The Hanmei of the Guangxin Palace, the tulle of the Guangxin Palace, the woman in the Guangxin Palace...

"Where is the question, where is the rain, look at the apricot flower and the wind."

The prince looked into the distance, missed into the gods, could not help but whisper.

A burst of rushing armor strikes broke this sweet picture.

The Prince couldn't help but frown.

"What is going on?" asked the Prince.

The little **** next to him replied quickly: "Your Majesty rushed to recruit the West Marshal Yan Xiaoyi to return to Beijing.

I heard that Yan Daren did not finish his helmet and hurriedly went to the holy place. ”

The brow's brow is still slightly locked, and the faint sorrow is washed away by the bursts of spring rain.

The only thing left is the question and the proof.

"Your Majesty can't help it anymore!" Prince sighed and thought.

Yan Xiaoyi received the secret of the emperor and rushed back to Beijing in the night.

He hasn't been so excited for a long time, his son's blood is still shaking in front of his eyes, and he has always been a steady nine-skilled master, and his hands began to tremble slightly.

The supervision institute was surrounded and the Chen Yuan, where the seasons were like spring, was also surrounded.

No one can leave half a step unless he is willing to take it.

Offenders!

Fan looked at Yan Xiaoyi in front of him, looking at his hand and looking at his bow, his heart was still calm.

Defaming this kind of thing is simpler to say and easier to do.

But Fan Fei doesn't want to go out of this last step. After all, there are too many things worthy of nostalgia.

He believes in Chen Pingping!

After that night, he has already determined Chen Pingping's thoughts.

Chen Pingping wants to use her shoulders to push Fan into the luxurious palace.

Although, how did he do it, how to think about it.

Fan asked for one night and still didn't know.

The relationship between loyalty and betrayal is like the endless spring rain.

If you want to break, you can't even connect!

There is no such thing as betrayal and betrayal because the benefits are sufficient.

No loyalty, loyalty is because the chips of betrayal are too low

Perhaps it is for two women who have already left their thighs, perhaps for a woman in Dongyi City, perhaps for a piece of green leaves that looked like a light eyebrow.

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"The home of the goodness will have Yuqing; if the home is not good, there will be embers."

The princes and their princes, the sons who blasphemed their fathers, are not one after another, and their origins are gradually swaying. ”

Fan Xian suddenly remembered such a paragraph in "Easy; #8226; Kun amp; #8226; Classics".

When I think of my current relationship with the emperors in the palace and the emperor, I can't help but smile.

Yan Xiaoyi saw Fan’s look like this, his eyebrows shook, his right hand gently stroked the long bow at the waist, his eyes were firm and his face was white.

Fan Xian certainly does not recognize that Yan Xiaoyi is already surrounded by the Supervisory Academy.

Why is he still laughing?

"Does he still think that this will not be enough?"

An arrogance spread from Yan Tianyi’s Dantian.

Yan Xiaoyi sneered, and the supervision hospital was filled with dangerous taste.

A thin, long arrow was pulled out of his waist in that blink of an eye.

The cold light trembles like a snake, and it keeps vibrating in the drizzle, so that people can never see where his arrow is pointing.

I can't see where he is going to shoot.

Even the color of the arrow light seems to be changing! Sometimes it turns red and sometimes turns blue.

As soon as the bow reached his palm, he changed, becoming quieter, colder, and more determined.

Cold as ice, set a mountain!

The twilight is coming, and the spring has turned into a gray.

The arrow will come out, not yet out, but a figure flashed in front of Yan Xiaoyi.

It was a shadow, a shadow.

However, standing in front of the shadow is not Yan Xiaoyi.

A bald monk took the lead to stop the shadow of the shadow.

The black shadow moves, and the monks also move.

The shadows are still, and the monks follow.

Black shadows smile, he laughs at the end who is the shadow?

"The temple is coming?" Fan leisure frowned and asked.

Yan Xiaoyi did not answer.

His attention is focused on his bow, and once distracted, the arrow is hard to concentrate.

What's more, in front of him is his killing enemy, the same nine products.

The black shadow shot, the sword is imminent.

The sword light skyrocketed, and the blade suddenly grew three feet. The sword tip has a blue light, which is inconspicuous and dazzling.

Every time a black shadow stabbes a sword, the monk takes a step back.

The black shadow even stabbed ten swords, and the monks even retired ten steps.

Suddenly, the sword is dying, just like a flower that blooms to the most vivid flowers begins to wither.

Shengji is weak!

The shadow of the shadow is also gradually broken with the sword.

He knows that he lost

The monk took out a bamboo stick and gently touched it.

"When", like a reminder, shocked into the depths of the shadow

Yan Xiaoyi Mei Yu is not easy to detect Shu Shu, thinking: the people who are recruited from the temple, the strength is extraordinary.

Two nine products kill a nine products, who will win?

I am afraid that no one has the time to answer this boring question.

The shadow leaned against the wall and looked pale, and it seemed that the rod was hurting the heart.

Fan Xian has no way to retreat Yan Xiaoyi has already pointed to himself.

The monks of the temple stood in front of Yan Xiaoyi, like an indestructible barrier.

The power of this combination, I am afraid that even the masters are afraid to fight.

"嘣", the arrow has left the bow, such as a meteor to catch the moon, such as the clear sky.

(Must kill: the roar of the deer scorpion)

The monk is ready to turn and leave, he can see that Yan Xiaoyi’s arrow is shocking, and Fan has no chance to even block it.

Fan can't keep up, it doesn't mean that others can't stop it.

A green sail is in front of Fan Xian's body, but the power of this arrow is a Qingfan can stop it?

Arrow sharp, sail broken!

The arrow is still like a broken bamboo, just like a bloodthirsty devil.

It will never stop before you see blood.

Arrow stopped, blood flow!

The flow is not the blood of Fan Free, but the disciple of Si Gujian - Wang Sanlang!

"Sure enough, it is the unparalleled arrow of the peerless!" Wang Shilang is laughing, his face is pale.

He frowned, pulled out the arrow and threw it aside.

Wang Sanlang seems to want to say something, but a **** rush out of the throat, sprayed in front of the two masters.

Blood is like a fog, covering the eyes of the monks.

The shadow of the bleak face moved, and no one saw how he shot, it seems that everything was acting.

Show it to this pretentious temple monk!

Like a black lightning figure, passed through the monks.

The monks crashed into the ground.

His stiff face was full of incredulity, and the protruding eyes kept the image of the scene he saw before his death.

In his eyes is an iron cone!

Yan Xiaoyi stared at the monks who were already lying on the ground, and his face was very calm.

Just like the past leisure.

His heart is like a storm, like a wave.

He and the temple monks have performed numerous exercises.

There was no mistake in it.

A Wang Sanlang can not stop their attacks, which is also within the calculation of Yan Xiaoyi.

But he still didn't think that Wang Sanlang was so tyrannical.

In the middle of his own, he was able to stand up.

He regrets!

He regretted not seeing the six leaders.

His eyes have remained on Fan Xian, and he will not realize that the six leaders are no longer the original shadow.

He is a blind man!

"Who is this nephew?"

Yan Xiaoyi suddenly remembered that night, the night Princess’s palace girl was killed, and Hong Si’s itch was adjusted to the tiger’s plan.

His pupil suddenly contracted, and he remembered a legend on this land. He thought of who this blind man is!

Things that are too sure are often the most difficult to succeed.

Yan Xiaoyi’s eyes were awkward. He remembered that he was hunting barefoot in the forest when he was a teenager. He remembered the first time he saw the woman who changed his life.

He hangs on his lips and his eyes are blurred.

It is said that when people are dying, the memories of their lives will come to mind.

When you think of memories that have been discarded in the corner, this is the day when you are exhausted.

Fan Xian did not kill Yan Xiaoyi, not that he did not want to, but he was too late.

The only person who can kill Yan Xiaoyi is Yan Xiaoyi.

The iron arrow that followed his countless wars, with his own hand, inserted his body.

At this moment, Yan Xiaoyi found that his blood was still hot.

Life is very wonderful!

Good poison people will die in poison.

Good water people will die in the water

With the arrow, you can only die under the arrow!

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