Bi Yuewu hasn't slept well recently. The battle between Mr. Liang and Feng in the unfinished building a few days ago caused her to worry. Three masters were broken in the seven kills, and Lin was actually Mr. Liang's sister! This incident made Bi Yuewu a cold sweat. Fortunately, she was one of the twenty-eight nights. Lin didn't know it. In her eyes, she was probably a dessert shop owner who was close to her, but what about Mr. Liang? Will he see anything from the clues? Could it be that Mr. Liang has been acting, what is the purpose? Misleading Daijun
Bi Yuewu could not figure it out at first, but since Mr. Liang’s seven kills came back in despair, Mr. Liang couldn’t help being as calm as the thunder. Maybe Mr. Liang is a god in many people’s minds, an undefeated myth, and a party that covers the sky with one hand. Overlord. However, she lying next to Mr. Liang, watching the increasing blooming hair and wrinkles, watching the sadness in Mr. Liang's dreams, watching him crying silently while holding herself in her arms, this god-like existence is just a person after all. And Feng, the belief in everyone's hearts, is just a big boy, with the world on his thin shoulders, and sentient beings in his fragile heart. But myself, it happened because of these two people's heart!
Many times Bi Yuewu wanted to quietly assassinate this legend in the east. Unfortunately, there are always bodyguards on standby behind the window curtains. In the next room there is Mo Wuhen, who can be called a sacred hand. The assassination is just an unrealistic fantasy. . What's more, Bi Yuewu's heart had long since lost that spirit. I, like the tragic Lin, fell in love with my goal? After all, women are still women, not suitable for galloping on the battlefield.
Maybe I am dead. Sleeping in the coffin will be warmer. I will definitely be covered with the banner of Dai Junchuu "to raise the world", and Mr. Liang's battle clothes to "dominate the world". As for myself, I am really fed up with double worries. Feng's life and death are related to her faith, her morality, and her benevolence; Mr. Liang's life and death are related to her love, her happiness, and her him. If possible, I would rather die among you. If my death can be exchanged for peace and stability, then I will die with a smile and walk happily on the Naihe Bridge. But I will never drink that bowl of Meng Po soup. I have to remember Liang Jun’s appearance, and I will marry you in my next life; I also have to remember Feng’s appearance. Your subordinate is still your sister Leng.
Bi Yuewu just hugged the pillow, and Mr. Liang walked in slowly, "What do you want, Yujie?" The peace talks are proceeding in an orderly manner. There is not much time left for Mr. Liang to rest, and the person next to him She has always been depressed lately.
"Nothing, is there any danger in this negotiation?" Bi Yuewu didn't know what to say for a while, and she also couldn't understand why Mr. Liang would take herself to the negotiation. Was it because his identity was found out, and he became a pawn on the chessboard? Or is he just inseparable from himself
"I don't want to leave you alone in the east. If there is an accident, I hope you will be the last one I see." Mr. Liang kissed Bi Yuewu's forehead lightly. "Don't worry, Dai Juncho has a very good reputation. Once an accident occurs, you will be fine." There was no jitter in Mr. Liang's voice, as if he was just going to a dance party.
"Nothing will happen, Darling. Where are you, where are I." Bi Yuewu said this sincerely, even if you are my enemy, you are also my love.
Feng lazily leaned against the peach trees on the outskirts of the city. In spring, he and she like to watch the colorful falling leaves, the beautiful sunset, and the vastness of the stars in spring. At that time, she always pestered him to compose poems, pestered him to roast delicious food, pestered him to cry, pestered him to laugh. It's a pity that Feng is always very busy, busy with his leadership of the world, busy with his ideals in life, busy with other people's worries and problems, but never found that what he can't see through and can't let go is this love, this love. Now he understands, he is by her side, a snow, a pot of wine, a person, a poem without a title.
"Lin, do you know? My brother and I are about to have a peace talk, and it will inevitably be another battle. I want to talk to you before leaving. Maybe here, I am the real maple, not the other king. Choosing, don’t have to bear the burden of leading the world. I can cry, laugh, drink, and mess around. I know you won’t mind.
Your brother is smart, decisive, decisive, and has a general demeanor. If I am not acting for Juncho, if he is not Mr. Liang, we must be very good friends, we can drink crazy together, and give pointers together. However, destiny makes us destined to become enemies, and you are the most unfortunate sacrifice. In fact, I have no chance of winning against your brother. Really, they may not know that the Dai Junchoi they believe in is not so strong, so brave, and so wise. Everything is just an illusion that has deceived sentient beings, and also deceived myself, making me believe that I can. So countless people fell, I was still standing, I could still fight.
In a few days, your eldest brother and I will be confronted head-on, maybe we will fight you to death, if you die by his hands, I have no regrets, that way I can meet you sooner; if your eldest brother died unfortunately, still Please don't resent me. After all, he and I have their own morals, maybe for the common people, maybe for the family, and martyrdom may be our ultimate destination. I will never show mercy, because he is your elder brother and my enemy.
By the way, I have two sisters, little sisters, oh, and Miss Tang who will quarrel when I see you, they are all good girls, and I will try my best to be a conscientious eldest brother. You won't be jealous in this way, save me all day long complaining.
Not much else. If you are bored, you might as well run a "Respect and Cherish Letters". One day, I will be the little owner of the bookstore and you will be my cashier. If you are lucky enough to survive, I will come to speak with you again. I have already kept a suicide note, right under the seal of the world. If I die, they will bury me with you. Don’t blame me for grabbing your quilt. I’m afraid of the cold. "
The snow has stopped, the wind has driven away the dark clouds, and the bright moon is in the sky, shining lonely all over the ground. There is no trace of the heavy snow, only a line of footprints crookedly left, a celadon jug with a plain paper:
If you don't know that you are in vain, you don't care if you are waiting for you.
Thousand cups of drunk without bitter wine, no mountains, rivers and snow all over the sky.
Don't take fame, dust and dirt, don't leave the turbidity in the world.
Do not distinguish between right and wrong and return to the chaos, and never forget to fall into the yellow spring.