Chapter 22: Find out

The flying hair, the beauty of the beauty, the angry look, the snow cloud song at the moment, is dangerous.
Unthinkingly glaring at the red face, the snow slammed into the moon.
"Snow by month! What are you thinking about, what do you think of you now!" Shouting the name of his younger brother, Xueyunge is really angry. "One is not leaving us, nor is it going to die, She is just being taken away. You don’t want to blame yourself here, crying that you can’t get happiness. Don’t forget, from the age of twelve, we must understand what we want, just Be sure to grab someone else's hand. Not to mention that it is not someone else's, she is ours! Our watch and faith, of course, can't let others swear! Now, we have to find out who is going, one by one, Get back one by one and let the person pay the price of blood!"
With a big hand, the excited Xue Yunge withdrew the hands that conveyed the internal force. "You go to the secret room to nurse, and I have sent people out to find one. I have cultivated, month, I don't want you to be like this." ""
After that, I left without returning. Only stay, snow, month by month, wood generally sit.
In the outside world, there was a light rain. Xue Yunge looked up and looked at the boundless and vastly confused sky, letting the rain fall on his body. Suddenly, I remembered the dark and desperate days, the days that I never wanted to remember, even if I had been drowning in memory over time, even a little bit of evidence and traces were left. However, the pain in the bottom of my heart, the hopeless and endless escape, like the poison buried deep in the bones, can never be free.
There is liquid, as the cheeks flow down, but I don't know if it is rain or tears.
Haoyueguo, Yanzhou City, Shuiyu Hospital.
Gorgeous room, exquisite big bed, lying on a woman sleeping. Closer look, I found that the woman seems to be very uneasy to sleep. The slender hands clenched the sheets and outlined the deep traces of the road; the waist was curled up, and the beautiful pure jade was covered with fine sweat, which seemed to be very painful.
Beautiful fireworks, black people who are strangled, red light in the sky, and a lotus-like man in white, injured and bleeding hands. Running, pain, then boundless darkness.
"brother..."
Uneasy whisper, but was seen by the Jinyi man who just entered. The cold mouth twitched a smug smile, and said to a small, cute little girl behind him: "Serve her later, watch her carefully, and report anything to me immediately. What she wants to know, you Tell her what you know."
"The slave knows."
"When you wake up, come and call me." The person who looked at the bed before leaving, the man strode out.
The woman who is immersed in the nightmare is still asleep. The cute little cockroach, carefully brushing the woman's fine sweat on her forehead, the expression on her face, but indifferent to ice.
The flying horseshoes raised dust on the forest road. One white, one black and two horses galloped in the direction of the front, but when they entered a forest mouth, they were stopped by ten black people who suddenly emerged.
"The son, what is going on in the end? It is already the tenth assassination of these days. Who are we recruiting?" The man who spoke in a purple robe was about forty years old. Zhang face is not good, but also clear. Looking at it, isn’t it the middle-aged man who won the lantern festival that night?
While fighting with the black man, he counted in angrily. The middle-aged man really couldn't figure it out. From the night of the Lantern Festival, there were people who had been assassinated and tracked, even more than one person. He and his son were rushing back to Yanzhou, but the road was blocked. If it is not the son of the martial arts, his Zhuangsheng is also a master, fearing that he will be buried in the pursuit of these people.
The man on the white horse was in Tsing Yi, and the long sword in his hand made a little white mans in the air, and the black man forced him to go straight back. Long hair flutters in the night wind, obviously fighting, but beautiful like painting. The toes are lightly on the horse's back, and the body is vacant. The long sword draws a circle in the hand, and the thousand troops swept across the area. Several people who immediately attacked the front and fell into the ground, and they were silent.
Seeing that his son is so powerful, Zhuang Sheng’s heart is amazed, and he has solemnly looked at him and began to use his heart to confront the enemy. After a while, it was a black man who died in the forest. The last roundabout, the Tsing Yi man received the sword, if you look carefully, it did not even touch a drop of blood!
"Zhuang Sheng, let's go." The Tsing Yi man turned back and revealed a smooth, jade face, a gentle and serene face, like a fairy temperament, a clear watery sound. . . . . . . . . . . Obviously it is not a beautiful face, but it is so unstoppable.
Mu Yalun, turned out to be him!
"Back to Yanzhou, we have to investigate the strange things that have happened recently, send out the feathers, and send a team to come and meet us!"
"Yes, son!"
If the feather-like fireworks bloom in the air, people can't help but stop and look up. The gorgeous colors and beautiful life will disappear in a short time, leaving no trace.
Yanzhou, a beautiful and beautiful courtyard, a handsome man in Jinyi, lazily sitting on an expensive tiger-skin chair, listening to the simple and clear report.
"His Royal Highness, the man has signaled that he is now moving in the direction that His Highness is expected."
"Good, let's go back!"
The handsome and deep man, with a smile on his cold mouth, "game, it started."
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