The battle started before dawn, as dazzling as the blood of the morning sun that broke the dawn, the light leaked all over the ground, dyeing the world the color of Shura Field. It is a pity that the golden crow is in the sky, the dazzling red gradually fades, and the snow is still holy. Two hundred scouts accurately marked the location of each ambush, of course not including the guard in Qin Hu's hand.
Siege instead of attack is the policy of the monarch. Every ambush is surrounded by more than three times as many ambushes and cannot move. While the group of people marched towards Liang’s Mansion without hurries, Kui Mulang and Dou Muqi walked in front, Su Haiyao Jing Muya in the middle, and then Tang Mengli accompanied a black-clothed and black-hat young man walking. At the end is Jiaomu Jiao.
There was a one-foot-thick snow in Harbin a few days ago, and the crunching sound of stepping on the snow was particularly obvious. Obviously, the pedestrian had no intention of concealing his whereabouts, and the gate of Liang's Mansion was right in front of them. The guard at the gate was actually the housekeeper. Obviously, all the guards in Mr. Liang's house were sent to the battlefield, and now none of them have returned.
"As soon as the annoyance report was announced, it was said that Kui Mulang was waiting for people to visit Liang Mansion." When Kui Mulang said this, he did not have any confidence at all. All this was an arrangement on behalf of the king, and almost blind trust forced him to comply. Dai Junchou's command, but his tight muscles and slightly trembling fingertips still revealed his inner anxiety.
The butler smiled and did not speak, and took the famous post and walked into the Liang Mansion. This Kuimu wolf is not the backbone of this group of people, everyone is nervous, but the guy in the black clothes and black hat at the end doesn't seem to be worried, only he has no flaws. Do you make money on behalf of the king? You really are not dead.
He wore a brocade dress with blue gold and gold, and a large cloak of snow fox fur. It was lightly powdered, and it was not decorated with gold hairpins. This is Bi Yuewu's outfit when he first met Mr. Liang, and has never been willing to wear it again. Now I took out my memory from the deepest part of the closet, and sat down quietly to put on makeup.
"Sit still, I'll draw your eyebrows for you." Mr. Liang put Bi Yuewu's eyebrow pencil aside, the blade split a long slender one from the wooden chair, and the zippo in his hand slowly roasted the wooden strips. The burnt charring, the slender little finger faked the burrs on the altar stick, and he used the charcoal stick to help Bi Yuewu draw her eyebrows.
"Today you are so beautiful." Mr. Liang blew lightly between his brows, crescent eyebrows, sakura mouths and white teeth, with a natural posture. "Let's go, let's go to see Dai Junchou." After talking, Shi Shiran walked out of Liang's Mansion, holding the willow waist of the beauty.
The six veteran monks outside the door were in general, watching Mr. Liang take Bi Yue Wu Qiqi onto the stage. The slight blast of melting snow, the occasional sparrow passing by, I don't know who is breathing slightly. The snowflakes slowly fell with a little bit of sunlight, and soon everyone's shoulders were stained with whiteness.
"You really are not dead, on behalf of Juncai." Mr. Liang looked at the black-clothed and black-hat man and nodded gently, "This is Leng Yujie, my wife." Only when Leng Yujie was introduced, it was as cold as ice. There was a little warmth in his tone.
The young man in black clothes and black hat took off his hat with only his left hand, showing a firm and persistent gaze. Dai Junchou's face was a little pale, his lips lacked blood after his serious illness, his hair was a bit messy, and his hair was a little bit silver, and his maturity and exhaustion that did not match his age were still so familiar.
"Kornwood Jiao, Kui Mulang, Dou Muqi, Jing Muya, Su Haiyao, Guijinyang." Feng said every time he looked at that person, Mr. Liang's eyes moved with it, although these elites He couldn't be more clear about his code name, but he was still very curious about who could compete with him.
"Didn't the ghost doctor died in Hongjing Mountain?" Mr. Liang's intelligence is not bad, and he even knows such details.
"I am his younger sister." Tang Mengli said coldly, she had been suppressing her murderous aura, and the person in front of her was the culprit who killed her brother. The iron rider Zhengchen dreams of returning to his hometown. Brother, I want to avenge you today.
"I'm sorry about Lin." Feng didn't know why he suddenly talked about the third sister of the Liang family, his eyes dimmed, and a deep sadness filled his face.
"We are all guilty." Mr. Liang is not surprised. Dai Juncai is not only his enemy, but also his brother-in-law. If there is no family, if there is no dispute, if there is no intrigue, we must be the best friends, no, the closest brothers. Unfortunately, there is no if.
"Lin was buried under the peach tree on the outskirts of city A. She likes it there. If so," Feng didn't continue to say, he believed Mr. Liang must understand what he meant. However, Kui Mulang and others were shocked, it turned out that the principal was not sure of victory! Actually entrusting funeral with his enemy! What is he going to do? Dou Muqi and Kui Mulang appeared more and more quietly, using their bodies to block all the flaws of Dai Junchou.
"Leng Yujie is the only lover in my life." Mr. Liang paused, "There must be a battle between you and me! But I didn't expect you to be so courageous that only seven people came to visit my Liang Mansion? Is it too underestimated? I'm Liang Yuankai!" Mr. Liang raised his eyebrows, and the tough lines flew along his jaw to his fortune. The invisible murderous aura instantly enveloped his body three feet, "Suffer! You lose this battle!" Countless people rushed out from every corner. There were a few lying on the front door of the wall, on both sides of the street, and even in the bushes in the distance.
"I have to say that you are indeed very strong at Dai Juncai." Mr. Liang rarely extended his thumb to praise Dai Juncai: "The casino game was beautiful, and I am convinced; the bank case. It's your overall situation, and I have no regrets when I lose; the unsuccessful attack is that the subordinates are not doing things badly, and after all, it is my fault; you have separated almost all the allies of my Liang family, and I really don't have it. Expected." Mr. Liang's eyes became brighter, and the arm holding Bi Yuewu trembled slightly. "By doing so, you have beaten me four times. But I only beat you once is enough."
"There is no winner in this battle. The meaning of life cannot be measured by winning or losing. We have lost too many relatives and friends. Our souls have been distorted because of this. Our world is washed away by blood. Our lives are no longer complete. We have to bear Destiny has come to the end of life." Feng's voice could not hear other emotions except sadness and helplessness, and his low and slightly hoarse voice seemed to interpret the meaning of life.
"No matter what you say, you still lost in this last game. I agree with you. I am not a winner. But you lost the last game. Don't worry, I will bury you under the peach tree. I believe Lin She loves you." Mr. Liang couldn't help lowering his voice at the end of speaking. Lin grew up holding his hands, and his grief is no less than Feng.
"There is no winner in this battle. I still haven't lost in the last round." Feng said, raising his head, eyes full of sorrow, with purple light, and calmly looking at Mr. Liang who was sneered, "You are the one who lost."