Before marching, Feng piously accounted for a divination, descending the hurdle and going to the Kun, the ground navy master. The general led the decree to go to the expedition, riding a hard horse drawn a hard bow, a hundred steps through Yang to go accurately, the money in the arrow was joyous. This hexagram says that the use of soldiers is the last resort of the saints, but when the rebels arrive, the division is famous, and all dangers can be turned into bargaining. Kui Mulang, who also knows innate gossip, can't help but stretch his brows when he sees the hexagrams, and it turns out that it is an auspicious person.
Songyuan really was an empty city, and Feng didn't even arrange for someone to guard it, so he rushed to the next stop, Daqing. As a result, Feng guessed again, Daqing was also an empty city! It seems that Harbin is the decisive battlefield! Actually so, see you on the battlefield!
The cautious Kui Mulang stationed his team far away in Zhaodong City. Since this battle was a decisive battle, the scale was unprecedented. The 10,000 people in Doumuqi, Ma Hao, filled an abandoned factory temporarily found. Kuimuwolf sent two hundred of the most elite scouts to sneak into Harbin in the dark. Jing Muyan rented a train comparable to a train. A heavy truck with a full set of medical equipment inside. Si Ye Feng is now also in the team. The 300 guards of Feng's old house loyally guard the Chinese army. Keyboard Liu is driving a signal-shielding car, and now he can detect wireless signals within five kilometers. The army’s attitude is very subtle. On the one hand, he provided a lot of "technical equipment" for free, although it was marked with civilian labels. But in fact it is definitely a practical test.
Feng still didn't appear in the sun, and even the only people who came into contact with him every day were Tang Mengli Doumu Qiankui Mulangjing Muya. When Fourth Master Feng first arrived, he couldn't find Dai Junqiu, and he thought Feng Xiaozi was really good. 'S was killed in a cold sweat.
"Why are you pretending to be dead?" Feng Siye opened the door unceremoniously, and saw Feng was holding his cell phone to scan Weibo. "I want to hit Mr. Liang by surprise? But why can't I hold back Liang Yuankai after gathering so many people." The assembly of ten thousand troops, if not for the organization in advance, plus subtle hints from the central government, This can be characterized as an illegal assembly. What's more, this is a super combination of rogue thugs and rogues.
"Mr. Liang may still not know whether I am alive or dead, but all of this is meaningless. If you enter the city tomorrow, the eastern sky will clear up." Feng looked at Feng Siye confidently, "As for Siye Lord, you must take good care of promoting economic development in the east, and I believe you will not do anything you can do."
"If you don't win this, you will put a hat on me. Although the old man dare not say that he takes the world as his own responsibility, the saint Tianxin still reappears in the world after all, haha, haha!" Feng Siye was infected by Feng's self-confidence, and shouted boldly. Sheng, strode out of Feng's ward.
Mr. Liang did not linger with the beauty for the first time. He sat quietly on the balcony and smoked a night of cigarettes. Bi Yuewu thoughtfully put on a big cloak for him, and glanced at the white hair and frowning brows of the lover’s sideburns. , He stopped talking, and after all, he sat quietly on the side, looking at the waning moon outside the window.
For more than ten years, he has been adhering to the ancestral motto of being the first in the family, hegemony Harbin, won Heilongjiang, sat on the throne of the Eastern King, and escaped countless bright spears and arrows. Mr. Liang is undoubtedly successful. But who would know that the cold-blooded, cruel and domineering Mr. Liang has always dreamed of traveling the world with a paintbrush and recording every wonderful thing in his life. But the paintbrush has become a scepter, the scroll has become a map, and life is still life, but Mr. Liang can never go back.
People like me might go to hell after they die, and it must be the eighteenth floor. Mr. Liang is not a superstitious person, but at this moment, he suddenly wants to find someone to count as a divination, not for himself, but for her around him.
Looking at Bi Yuewu's haggard face through the curling green smoke, Mr. Liang had doubts about his actions for the first time, his hegemony, did the Liang family's hegemony really bring him happiness? The people I love and those who love me have become haggard because of this grievance. Since I was a child, I took my three little sisters who acted like a baby and buried their bones in a foreign country. Are all sacrifices really sacrifices
The moonlight quietly sprinkled on the beautiful face of Bi Yuewu, holy and beautiful, and suddenly found that there was a little bit of silver between her blue silks. Mr. Liang thought he was dazzled, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to brush at Bi Yuewu. At the tip of her hair, the hands holding the scepter and the clouds and rain actually pinched a strand of hair and shook slightly. This hair is so heavy, cold, and heartache.
"You all have gray hair." Mr. Liang said for the first time tonight, except for helplessness.
"Also say me, isn't your sideburns also white?" Bi Yuewu smiled miserably and lit Mr. Liang's sideburns, where it was already white. Having been in the east for only half a year, Liang Yuankai, who used to be in the wind in Yushu, is now more than ten years old.
"Tomorrow is the time for a decisive battle." Mr. Liang looked tired, even though he could carry the entire east, he could not hold his lover's true feelings. "Enjoy the peace of this last night. Everything will be over."
Bi Yuewu was also in a trance, the last scene she didn't want to see finally arrived. The decision of half a year has finally come to an end, and his mission should be over. But the task can be over, what about the feelings? I am not a machine, or a killer without feelings. I am a woman, with flesh and blood, love and hatred. Even if a monarch with a heavenly heart can't design his own feelings, how can he do it? She no longer remembers when she fell in love, maybe it was the first time she met Yuan Kai? Maybe it's the courtship of Changbai Summit? All this is so unpredictable, but it is inevitable everywhere.
It's hard to live. A small crystal pendant was hung on Bi Yuewu's, and inside it was a life-and-death drug ******. Before I came to the east, I quietly prepared this exquisite lethal weapon. As long as I smashed this thin-walled crystal pendant, everything was over. For countless nights, Bi Yuewu wanted to say goodbye to the next dawn, but she was afraid of her own deadly appearance. She cherished her body and her appearance even more. She had no courage to die like this.
Maybe it’s a good way to end everything in a dream. Unfortunately, when I picked up the cup, I saw the blue fire diamond ring in his hand. It was Mr. Liang’s deep love and his unforgettable memory. Bi Yuewu didn’t want to die. In the dream without memory, she must plead with the old lady who cooks Meng Po soup. She must remember the appearance of Jun Liang and wait for her lover on the Naihe Bridge. Be a carefree lovebird in your next life, why bother
Tomorrow is the last battle, there must be a result. The endless torture finally came to an end. Bi Yuewu decided to take a good bath and put on makeup.