It means death, because he is too proud, he doesn't pay attention to the world, so he can only die!
The index finger is gone, because his task has been completed, so he is gone.
Ten fingers to heart!
As long as there is a slight wound, the heart will also ache.
Not to mention two broken fingers
The sawdust and dust in the air disappeared following the figure of the index finger.
"What should we do now?" Little Finger asked blankly like a deflated ball.
"Murder, of course!" Dahongpao squinted and smiled, taking out a thick stack of ticket money while talking.
"Here is one hundred thousand taels.
Within 20 days, the head of Taoist He in the Northern Qi Dynasty was removed. "
The little finger took the ticket silver.
People kill themselves, and the bounty is of course their own.
This is the rule set by Dahongpao.
Nor did he ask who the employer was.
This is also the rule set by Dahongpao.
Dahongpao looked at the flustered little finger, and withdrew the banknote again.
"You have lost the heart of the sword!" Da Hongpao looked at the little finger, "Your heart is no longer on the sword.
I can't let you go this time. "
Don't let the little finger go, only the ring finger goes.
Just because the ring finger hasn't killed anyone, doesn't mean he won't kill anyone!
"No! This mission is mine!" Xiaozhi yelled loudly, like a spoiled child, his eyes burned with anger when he saw his beloved toy being taken away by others.
The ring finger silently stood aside, did not take the ticket money, and still looked at Dahongpao calmly.
The little finger suddenly reached out and snatched the ticket silver like snowflakes, dyeing the blue bricks of the ruined temple into pieces of white.
He was not jealous, nor was he angry.
There is only one reason!
His life was picked up by his ring finger.
He's a killer, a bloody killer.
But he didn't allow his savior's hands to be stained with blood.
He felt that the ring finger should be a person, like Zhuang Mohan.
The ruined temple, only the little finger exhaled thickly.
Dahongpao sat quietly, and her ring finger stood quietly aside.
a long time.
a long time.
"The little finger was taught by you yourself, don't you understand his heart?" The ring finger broke the silence, "Even if the little finger can't adjust his mood, I believe that with the ability of the little finger, he can kill any Taoist."
"You should have guessed that even if you let me go, Little Finger will still follow behind secretly.
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 have to let me go?"
Little Finger opened his eyes wide, looking at the two of them, the atmosphere was a bit delicate.
"Why did you do this! Why?" The words of the ring finger floated between the two with a trace of unspeakable emotion.
Xiaozhi has known ring finger for several years, and has never seen him like this.
"Northern Qi is still very dangerous.
He Taoist is naturally not afraid.
But you have to know that there is a crabapple in Beiqi.
That Begonia whose reputation is equal to mine. "
"What's more, according to other people's rumors, the younger sister of Fan Xian, the commissioner of the Overwatch Council, is only one step away from becoming a grand master."
Dahongpao didn't look at the ring finger, lowered his head and said calmly, "If you don't go together, can you still come back?"
Little Finger nodded, feeling that Dahongpao was right. Although the Northern Qi Dynasty did not have Kuhe, it was more indestructible than when Kuhe was in charge.
The ring finger smiled coldly, looked at Dahongpao and sneered, like looking at him like an idiot.
The little finger suddenly remembered the finger, and he hurriedly tried to remind him, but it didn't work at all.
"In this case, why don't you go by yourself?" Ring finger asked back.
"Don't look at me like that, I remember I said that."
Dahongpao said softly.
The words are very flat, without a sharp edge.
As sharp as a blunt sword.
However, everyone knows.
As long as it is a sword, it can kill!
Blunt Sword is no exception.
"You let the two of us go north with only one purpose."
The ring finger was not affected by Dahongpao's words at all, still looking at him, said.
"Oh?" Dahongpao was still calm and without front.
"Because you are going to do a big event! A big event that you don't even know if you can come back! You don't want us to follow you to die!"
"You think too much.
I always thought you were too sensitive to be a killer. "
Dahongpao was laughing, the flesh shaking from laughing.
My whole body is shaking.
If people laugh like this, there are only two reasons!
You are really happy, so happy that you can't control your expression, you can't control your body.
In addition, if you want to hide something, nothing is more suitable than a smile as a mask.
"Since we know that after today, Yin and Yang will be separated.
Why do you have to do it? "The ring finger was a little excited, and the voice became sharp.
It was as sharp as a needle, piercing into Dahongpao's heart.
"What you don't want to do, you still have to do."
Dahongpao stopped smiling, raised his head, looked quietly at his ring finger, sighed, and seemed to be saying to himself, "This is life, this is life.
No matter how much you don't want to do, you must do it.
No one is forcing you to do it, but you must do it. "
"Since it must be done, why can't you bring me?"
The voice of the ring finger was a little sad, and he continued: "Everyone says that the thumb is cold-blooded and ruthless.
It exists like a ghost.
But, I know what kind of person you are! In my eyes, you are just a poor man.
A poor man who is beyond hope! A fool who only thinks about others, but never thinks about himself! "
Dahongpao waved his hand: "Go north, I can't take you there because..."
He suddenly stopped waving his hand, and the look on his ring finger gave him a so-called emotion.
It was an emotion that even I didn't know how to express.
He stopped and didn't say the rest of the sentence.
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"It's just because I'm a woman?" The ring finger finally couldn't control it, and even the fingers began to tremble with excitement.
Baoyuelou is a brothel, but not all brothels belong to Baoyuelou.
A beautiful woman will become the signboard of the brothel and the jewel in the hands of men.
But what about those who are not beautiful
The ring finger is of course not called the ring finger.
But now she only wants to be called this name. When she thinks of the past, she will be afraid and tremble with fear.
A man redeemed her.
And teach her things women shouldn't learn.
He told her that if a person wants to survive, he can only rely on himself.
A beautiful woman can rely on her looks, but what about her
She also wants to live for herself.
That's all.
Her current name is Ring Finger, and she is content.
She has a life of her own.
She doesn't have to sell her body for food and clothing.
Of course, she also knows that her body can only be exchanged for two taels of fat.
That is the most worthless 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 by following this man could she live like a person and have a soul.
It was a feeling from the so-called existence.
Comfortable, free, unrestrained.
But now...
She was like a dream.
When I woke up from the dream, all the good things 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, only the purest people can have such beautiful tears.
Purity, there is never any distinction between spirits.
Even if the ring finger is a whore, she is still pure.
As pure as a newborn baby!
Dahongpao quietly looked at his ring finger.
He didn't know what was going on in his own mind.
Maybe it's happiness.
Is he really happy? Only he himself knows.
Even if a person owns all the glory and wealth in the world, he will not be able to sleep when he wakes up in the middle of the night.
His eyes were full of satisfied smiles, but his heart was crying.
Amidst the tens of thousands of mansions, the loneliness in his heart makes him still live in a small room on the rock wall.
If this kind of feeling is told to those smart people, he will definitely laugh at you as an idiot, a hopeless fool.
How far is true joy
Treasures, wealth, power, status
Is Dahongpao happy
This kind of feeling can only be understood by those who are truly sincere.
Even if others insult and ridicule him, calling him an idiot, he won't care.
Dahongpao is an idiot, a hopeless idiot!
The ring finger turned around suddenly, the tears were still wet on her pale face, and her flat eyes were full of resentment, becoming as sharp as a blade.
She picked up the ticket silver on the bluestone board, and made a go gesture to her little finger.
Little Finger stood there stupidly, without moving.
He didn't want to go, and he couldn't.
He would never have a home without him.
Although, this is not a home.
"Are you going?" The ring finger asked without looking back.
This sentence is also as sharp as a knife's edge.
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A fleeting moment can change the world, change a person, and change the fate of all.
The ring finger is in pain, a pain that cannot be expressed in words.
She stopped suddenly, a feeling that had been buried in her heart for a long time melted her instantly.
Before the little finger could answer, the ring finger turned his head and rushed towards Da Hong Pao without thinking.
She hugged Dahongpao suddenly, her lips were cold but soft, fragrant and sweet like flower buds.
She doesn't know why she is like this, she only knows that if she leaves now, she will meet like a stranger when she sees her again in the future.
If we leave now, we may only meet each other when we go to Naihe Bridge!
Some people say that friendship is cumulative.
The longer the friendship, the stronger it is.
The friendship between kings is as light as water.
Water also turns into rich and fragrant wine over time.
And love is sudden! Friendship must stand the test of time, but love often happens in an instant.
How glorious, how glorious, how sacred, and how beautiful this moment is!
This moment is enough to stop time, enough to become eternity.
The wind is blowing gently outside the window, and dusk has descended on the earth.
The dusk in spring is both bright and hazy.
Both soft and warm.
At this moment, the sound of the whole world suddenly disappeared.
Under the setting sun, there are only the girl's gentle eyes, and under the shadow of the tree, there is only the girl's endless lingering.
How many years later, when you look back again, do you still remember that someone whispered to you in such a low voice
It's like the vow of never dying and never giving up deeply engraved in my heart!
Please don't hesitate any longer, open your hands and embrace that beloved girl.
Crowd in that gentle stillness.
I don't know when it started, the two figures in Twilight turned into one person.
They don't have passions like flames, but they have tenderness like water.
"You must live, I will wait for you."
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The door has been bolted from the outside, a smile thaws like a glacier, and the spring returns to the earth, and the new buds float out like a female light cloud that blooms in the sun.
In the distant sky, the sunset is fluttering.
The clouds were vaguely blown away by a ray of breeze, and the last twilight sun quietly flashed across the sky.
Dahongpao stood alone in the ruined temple, there was still a trace of tenderness on the corners of his lips.
himself? Or was it left by someone else
People have left, no one knows whether she will go north.
No one knows where she will wait for the return of her sweetheart.
Even Dahongpao didn't know.
"The setting sun is infinitely good, but it's almost dusk.
Nung, moon and new moon. "
Dahongpao stared at the golden horizon obsessively, and murmured two lines of Ban Xianzhai's poem.
But…
The setting sun is not infinite, and neither are people for long.
But what about Meimei and Chanjuan
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the grass looks far away but there is nothing near it.
The most important thing is a year of spring, which is absolutely better than Yanliu Manhuangdu.
The spring rain is like silk, if you want to continue, you will not continue, and if you want to break, you will rest.
The drizzle gently tapped the imperial city, and quietly fell on the smooth glazed roof, following the gaps between the glazed glass, it slid out of beautiful curves.
This situation is truly beautiful.
Always like this weather too.
Because of the continuous filaments, such as Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind.
This reminded him of that faint and graceful figure, that shy smile as pure as spring rain.
The plum blossom from Guangxin Palace, the tulle from Guangxin Palace, the girl from Guangxin Palace...
"Ask where you are now, and look into the distance through the rain, all in the apricot blossom and willow wind."
Looking too far away, thinking deeply, couldn't help but whisper softly.
The sound of rapid clashes of armor broke the sweet scene.
Tai couldn't help but frowned slightly.
"What's going on here?" Tai asked.
The little eunuch beside him quickly replied: "Your Majesty hastily recruited Grand Marshal Yan Xiaoyi to return to Beijing.
I heard that Master Yan hastily went to face the saint before he finished his armor. "
Tai's brows were still slightly furrowed, and the slight melancholy was washed away by the spring rain.
All that's left is doubts and guesswork.
"Your Majesty can finally take it no longer!" Tai Tai sighed and pondered.
Yan Xiaoyi received the emperor's secret decree and rushed back to the capital overnight.
He hadn't been so excited for a long time, his son's blood was still swaying in front of his eyes, and the hands of the usually calm master began to tremble slightly at this moment.
The Overwatch Council was surrounded, and Chen Yuan, which was like spring all the year round, was also surrounded.
No one is allowed to leave half a step unless His Majesty personally orders.
Offenders will be cut!
Fan Xian looked at Yan Xiaoyi in front of him, at his hands, at his bow, his heart was still peaceful.
Defecting is easier said than done.
But Fan Xian didn't want to take this last step, after all, there are too many things worth remembering here.
He believed in Chen Pingping!
After that night, he had confirmed Chen Pingping's thoughts.
Chen Pingping wanted to use her shoulders to push Fan Xian into the luxurious palace.
Although, how did he do it, what did he think.
Fan Xian asked all night and still didn't know.
The relationship between loyalty and betrayal is like the endless spring rain.
Desire to break is not broken, desire to be connected is not connected!
It doesn't matter to be betrayed, because the benefits received are enough.
Loyalty doesn't matter, loyalty is because the bargaining chip of betrayal is too low
Maybe it was because of the two thighs that had left him long ago, maybe it was because of a woman from Dongyi City, maybe it was because of the greenery that looked down on men back then.
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"A family that accumulates goodness will surely have surviving celebrations; a family that has accumulated bad deeds will surely have surviving calamities.
It is not a matter of a day and a night that a minister kills his king or his father. "
Fan Xian suddenly remembered such a passage in "Yi mp; #8226; Kun mp; #8226; Yan".
When thinking of the relationship between himself and the emperors in the palace, and the emperor, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Seeing Fan Xian's expression, Yan Xiaoyi's brows twitched, his right hand gently stroked the longbow at his waist, his eyes were firm and his face was slightly pale.
Of course, Fan Xian would not admit that Yan Xiaoyi had come to surround the Overwatch Council.
Why is he still laughing
"Does he still think Ben will be nothing to fear?"
A sense of arrogance spread from Yan Xiaoyi's dantian.
Yan Xiaoyi sneered, the Overwatch Council was full of danger.
A thin and long arrow was pulled out from his waist in the blink of an eye.
The cold light trembled like a spirit snake, trembling in the drizzle, making it impossible for people to see where his arrow was pointing.
Not to mention where he was going to shoot.
Even the color of the arrow light seems to be changing! Sometimes red, sometimes blue.
As soon as the bow touched his palm, he changed, became quieter, colder, and more settled.
Cold as ice, firm as a mountain!
Twilight is coming again, and a piece of spring has turned into a piece of gray.
The arrow was about to come out, but before it came out, a figure flashed in front of Yan Xiaoyi.
It was a dark shadow, a shadow.
However, it was not Yan Xiaoyi who stood in front of the black shadow.
A bald monk blocked the shadow's way first.
As the shadow moved, so did the monk.
The shadow was quiet, and the monks followed suit.
Hei Ying smiled wryly, who was the shadow
"From the temple?" Fan Xian asked with a frown.
Yan Xiaoyi didn't answer.
All his attention was on his bow, once distracted, it would be difficult to focus on the arrow again.
What's more, in front of him is his murderer, Fan Xian, who is also of the same type.
The black shadow made a move, and the sword energy was imminent.
The light of the sword skyrocketed, and the body of the sword suddenly grew three feet longer, and a blue light appeared on the tip of the sword, stretching and shrinking indefinitely, brilliant and dazzling.
The monk took a step back with each stab from the shadow.
The black shadow stabbed ten swords in a row, and the monk retreated ten steps in a row.
All of a sudden, the sword withered, just like a flower that had bloomed the brightest began to wither.
The prosperity is the decline!
Soi Ying's expression was gradually broken along with the sword.
he knows he lost
The monk took out a bamboo stick and tapped the ground gently.
The sound of "Dang", like a talisman, shook into the depths of Hei Ying's heart
Yan Xiaoyi's brows relaxed imperceptibly, and he thought: The people His Majesty recruited from the temple are really extraordinary.
Two ranks kill one rank, who will win
I'm afraid no one has the time to answer this kind of boring question.
Ying leaned against the wall, looking haggard, as if his heart had been hurt by the stick.
Fan Xian has nowhere to retreat, Yan Xiaoyi's arrow has already been pointed at him.
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 Grand Master would not dare to fight against it.
With a bang, the arrow has left the bow, like a meteor chasing the moon, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.
(Nirvana: Fawn's pure roar)
The monk was about to turn around and leave. He could see Yan Xiaoyi's shocking arrow, and Fan Xian had no chance to block it.
Just because Fan Xian couldn't stop him didn't mean others couldn't stop him.
A green sail blocked Fan Xian's body, but how could the power of this arrow be blocked by a green sail
The arrow is sharp, the sail is broken!
The arrow is still strong, like a bloodthirsty devil.
It will never stop until it sees blood.
The arrow stops, the blood flows!
It wasn't Fan Xian's blood that was shed, but Si Gu Jian's younger brother Guan Lu—Wang Shisanlang!
"It really is a unparalleled sharp arrow!" Wang Shisanlang was laughing, his face was pale.
He frowned, pulled out the arrow forcefully, and threw it aside.
Thirteenth Wang seemed to want to say something, but a gust of blood rushed out of his throat and sprayed in front of the two masters.
The blood was like a mist, obscuring the monk's vision.
The shadow with a gloomy face moved, and no one saw how he made the move. It seemed that everything was just acting.
Play it for the pretentious temple monk!
A figure like black lightning passed through the monk.
The monk fell with a crash.
His stiff face was full of disbelief, and the protruding eyeballs still retained the image of the scene he saw before he died.
His eye is an iron awl!
Yan Xiaoyi stared at the temple monks who were already lying on the ground, his face was unexpectedly calm.
Just like Fan Xian just now.
His heart was like a storm, like a storm.
He has practiced countless times with the monks of the temple.
It has never made a mistake.
Thirteenth Wang could not block their attack, and this was within Yan Xiaoyi's calculations.
But he still didn't expect Thirteenth Wang to be so tyrannical.
He was able to stand up after shooting himself an arrow.
He regrets it!
He regretted not seeing the leader clearly.
His gaze stayed on Fan Xian all the time, but he didn't realize that the boss of this place was no longer the original shadow.
He is blind!
"Who is this blind?"
Yan Xiaoyi suddenly remembered that night, that night when the eldest princess' maid was killed, Hong Siqi had a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain.
His pupils contracted suddenly, he remembered a legend in this land, he thought of who this blind man is!
Things that are too sure are often the hardest to succeed.
Yan Xiaoyi's vision was hazy, he thought of hunting barefoot in the forest when he was young, and remembered the first time he met the woman who changed his life.
There was a smile on his lips, his eyes blurred.
It is said that when a person dies, the memories of his life will come into his mind one after another.
When you think of memories that have been discarded in the corner, this is the day when you run out of oil.
Fan Xian didn't kill Yan Xiaoyi, not because he didn't want to, but because he was too late.
The only person who can kill Yan Xiaoyi is Yan Xiaoyi himself.
The iron arrow that followed him through countless battles inserted into his body with his own hand.
At this moment, Yan Xiaoyi discovered that his blood was still hot.
Life is very wonderful!
Those who are good at poison will die from poison.
Those who are good at water will die in water
Those who use arrows can only die under the arrows!
own arrows!
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