Yixianhong didn't refute the young man's words, but became more melancholy and drank faster.
Situ Mingqing took a serious look at Yixianhong, and said indifferently: "It seems that you took the initiative to seek death again, but you didn't die in the end?"
Yixianhong didn't speak.
Situ Mingqing couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and said sadly, "Why are you doing this?"
"Alive is a walking dead, and I won't live long, so I'm still dead..." Yi Yihong responded lightly.
The words are sad, but there is no trace of sadness in the red eyes. Fangfo really sees death clearly, without fear, and if you look closely at his eyes, you can see the nostalgia in his eyes.
I miss the past that was full of joy and excitement, but also full of pain and sorrow.
The young man was so engrossed in staring at Ye Qingxuan's snow-white and slender fingers that he even forgot to say sarcasm for a moment.
He didn't believe that Yi Yihong's eyesight would surpass his own, so he tried hard to find the flaws in Ye Qingxuan's actions...
The grain of mahogany varies roughly, even if subtle, there are ups and downs and wrinkles.
But the dagger in Yan Shisan's hand was shockingly stable, like peeling an onion, it precisely peeled off the texture of the peach wood layer by layer, and with the sawdust flying, the prototype of a long sword gradually appeared.
Yan Shisan's movements are slow and fascinating, obviously there is no fun at all, but it's hard to bear to miss a little bit of it.
The young man's mind was completely attracted by Ye Qingxuan's actions.
It wasn't until a sword was finished that he took two quick breaths, as if he had completely forgotten to breathe before.
How can there be such a strange feeling
The young man was very surprised, just observing Ye Qingxuan's way of sharpening the sword just now, he seemed to understand something, but when he thought about it carefully, the feeling was elusive, hard to think clearly, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Ye Qingxuan was done, looked at the mahogany sword in his hand with satisfaction, slapped off the sawdust, came to the young man, patted him on the shoulder twice, laughed and said: "Little brother must be someone who loves swords, Lian Yan A certain wooden sword can focus on it. Come on! Since you like to look at this wooden sword so much, just take a look at it."
After speaking, he stuffed the wooden sword in his hand into the opponent's arms, walked beside the old Huotou with a smile, poured a bowl of tea, and drank it with a gurgle.
The young man stood up in astonishment, holding a wooden sword and shining it on the fire. He was still thinking about the shoulder that Ye Qingxuan had just patted twice in his heart.
No one has ever dared to pat him on the shoulder, and he will not let anyone pat him on the shoulder casually.
But Ye Qingxuan did it so naturally.
He did it unsuspectingly, and didn't even make him notice or feel dissatisfied...
how so
Did he lose the vigilance that a killer should have
If he wanted to kill him just now, he might not even have the strength to resist.
Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but the root of his tongue became dry, and he swallowed again with difficulty, only then did he realize that until now, he hadn't been able to utter a single word.
The charcoal in the stove was crackling. Situ Mingqing breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said slowly, "Let's end here tonight. Let's go tomorrow!"
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After tossing and tossing in ** for more than two hours, she finally made that coquettish girl Wei Caidie faint.
Tong Ying rubbed his sore waist, extremely satisfied with his manly ability.
It was already early morning when I saw Zhongli Shangxian.
Copper Eagle stood by the path, looked through the mist, and could vaguely see a small house with red walls and a dark gray roof, which was exquisitely built.
There is a small flower garden outside the house, and a few flowers are in full bloom, but it is hard to tell if they are camellias or eucalyptus.
He couldn't hear the sound, but he could see the solitary lamp in the window that was still on and the silent figure beside the solitary lamp.
"Qianjun, I'm going to force Jin Ying to make a choice." The first sentence Tong Ying heard when entering the room was this news.
Bronze Eagle's real name is Tong Qianjun. In Twelve Flying Eagle Castle, he has always been called Bronze Eagle, so much so that he has almost forgotten his real name.
But the name Qianjun can only be called by Zhongli Shangxian.
It made him feel warm.
Without any doubts, the copper eagle just listened quietly.
Zhongli Shangxian sighed, and said: "Golden Eagle hesitated. The Central Plains is still a grassland, which made him a little confused about the weight. He only remembered that he was the son of the daughter of the grassland, but he had to forget that he was the eldest son of the Huangfu family, the true king of the throne. Heir! Hmph, now you are starting to guard against me, idiot, if I replace Zhan Xiongfei, he will be the emperor in the future, if he replaces Zhan Xiongfei, at most he will be the next Eagle King, or even return to Beidi A wasteland where birds don't shit, be the leader of his tribe."
"General, what are you going to do?" Bronze Eagle lowered his hand and asked in a low voice.
In front of Zhongli Shangxian, even the Bronze Eagle, who has won the three armies bravely, is in awe like a tame dog.
Glancing at this loyal subordinate, Zhongli Shangxian nodded with satisfaction. He likes Tongying very much, not only because of his loyalty and ability, but also because he never asks why, but only asks how to do it.
Zhongli Shangxian said indifferently: "I asked Zhan Xiongfei to summon the Golden Eagle back. This time, whether he comes back or not, we have to do it... If the Golden Eagle returns, it will inspire their master and apprentice to fight. If he doesn't come back, So I pretended to be the killer sent by Golden Eagle, and dealt with Zhan Xiongfei. No matter what, I can't wait any longer!"
For so many years, Zhongli Shangxian has always had the most primitive hatred in his heart.
Because of Zhan Xiongfei, he couldn't get all the trust of Emperor Jingzong Huangfu Jingde, and could only be ranked under Zhan Xiongfei;
Because of Zhan Xiongfei, he was suspected by Huangfu Jingde, and even General Zhenbei couldn't sit still, so he went home and became a shitty An Lehou;
Because of Zhan Xiongfei, he has been suppressed by Fengyi Pavilion for decades, and his talents cannot be displayed;
Or because of Zhan Xiongfei, even if he got the last emperor's edict to assist the new emperor, he still couldn't show his talents and was still stepped under by him...
He is obviously a fool who only knows how to charge and kill, and he doesn't know the art of forbearance and dormancy at all, yet he is forced to fight a bloody path in extreme danger, pressing himself all the way, and growing up to his current appearance.
It is not as good as Eagle King's evaluation, and it haunts Zhongli Shangxian's heart like a curse. If things go on like this, even the strongest relationship will be wiped out, let alone Zhan Xiongfei, who Zhongli Shangxian regarded as a competitor all his life.
Zhongli Shangxian, can be said to be depressed and unsuccessful all his life.
Only by getting rid of Zhan Xiongfei, can we show our ambitions and stop living under his shadow.
"Then let's start to arrange this... I will meet the killer in person when the planned killer completes the task." Tongying said in a deep voice.
"Well, very good." A glint of light flashed in Zhongli Shangxian's eyes, and he said coldly, "It would be even better if we could get what's in the hands of 'Lei Zun' Jin Hai..."
"I will understand in the end." Bronze Eagle bowed solemnly, ready to leave.