Chapter 422: Who can return my whole body?

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The windows on the four sides of the pavilion are wide open. The archers around have been on the strings, but because they are inside, they can only be on the alert, ready to wait for an opportunity to move.
With a bang, the sound of the clear spirit is heard inside.
At the same time, everyone stopped their footsteps, and the Qufu inside came out, and everything was known for spring, the wind was faint, and the thriving early spring scenery was easy and bright.
Just like this harsh winter, it will soon spring the spring of all things. From such a song, anyone can hear the hope of the player's heart, as if he has already taken a desperate moment and saw the light of hope.
"That is amp... oh!" Xie Jing sighed softly.
An Jin's piano art is a must. When I was still in the church, I was very good at a young age.
Yan Yan didn't understand these things, but he also felt that he played well. A person who is not very old, has a good sense of piano, has courage and enthusiasm, and is martial arts. These are not God's love for him, but when he is in adversity, he constantly encourages himself and works tirelessly.
Hey!
The sound of the piano stopped, and then I heard a loud noise from the cool pavilion.
It is conceivable that the Fuqin must have cut off the piano without warning.
Acacia flowers burst, in the cool pavilion, Li Chengzhen was tied to the side of the soft couch, watching the wood and broken strings in amazement.
An Jin took the sword to the soft couch, cut the rope that bound Li Chengyu, and put the sword in his hand. "Give you a chance to kill me."
Li Chenghao slammed the sword and grabbed his hand: "An Jin, don't make trouble."
"Let your hand loose." An Jin looked at him coldly. "Your touch can only make me feel sick!"
"An Jin..." Li Chenghao slowly released his hand. He didn't understand the situation, he just was afraid to face it.
"You gave me unlimited indulgence, unlimited rights, but your Highness, as long as I am good, I am still a man, you can use your own efforts to get rid of your ancestral home, go back to your hometown and have a room, raise your eyebrows, pass me Duan The incense!" Anjin's eyes were red, but there was no tears.
His tears have already drained.
That thing is a nightmare that can never be released. He can dream of being fainting in the church every night, and on the morning after a few days of slumber, he has lost something.
He tried to commit suicide, but he was very tightly guarded. He would martial arts. However, under such circumstances, even a little effort could not be made. He only felt that his world had collapsed in an instant, and it was all in sight. despair. He has been secretly practicing martial arts and reading books for a long time. The hardships he has paid are dozens of times more common than ordinary people. However, all efforts are completely lost at this moment.
As Yan Yan said, in the desperate situation, choosing to live requires more courage. An Jin uses his resentment and despair to support himself to live.
Li Chengzhen looked at the quiet, but it seems to have been hysterical, and the heart hurts. He doesn't like male style, he never even tries to touch other men in the past. It is very contradictory to think about it. He is just the one who falls in love with a man.
He has fancied for many times and has a skin kiss with Anjin, but never insists. His love has never been contaminated with a trace of sensuality.
Such humbleness, only the person he loves, the person who knows him, can go on with him until white.
But at the moment, Li Chenghao’s hope is like the piano in Anzhen’s hand, and it smashes on the ground.
An Jin looked at him and smiled a little, no different from the past.
Until now, Li Chengzhen understood that the original gentleness, the laugh, all are illusions, An Jin hate him, and only hate.
When the people below think that they can no longer consume it, He Temple is telling people to shout.
A bodyguard is full of enthusiasm: "An Jin put it, promise you a whole body!"
An Jin was picking up a few jars of wine and pouring it. When I heard this, I suddenly laughed and laughed. The hands that poured the wine were somewhat unstable, and the drinks were splashed.
The thorns, the squeaking sounds, but the wood that the wine is corroding.
"Alcoholism!" Li Chenghao exclaimed, rushing forward to win. But he never knew that Anzhen would be martial arts, and it was easy to escape him.
An Jin held the jar with one hand and walked toward the window with a wine bowl in one hand.
Li Chenghao knew that there were archers below, and immediately followed up, shouting loudly to the people below: "Don't let the arrows, dare to let the arrowers, according to the crime of murdering the prince."
When An Jin appeared in the window, it was a good time, but the archers were shocked by Li Chengzhen’s words, and they dared not shoot arrows easily.
There were several archers who were very close to Xiao Yu. He thought about it quickly and let Li Chengyu go. He didn't die best, but he died more easily. With his words, he can shirk responsibility in front of the Holy Spirit. After all, Sheng Shang has never said that Li Chengyu will be deposed. As long as Li Chenghao is still there, everything he says is counted.
Yan Yan looked up and saw a robes in the robes leaning against the window, freely holding a sip of wine, looking down at the feather arrow pointing directly at him, as if looking at the scenery of the stunning man.
"The whole body? Who can give me the whole body?" An Jin sneered.
"An Jin, don't want to drink, don't drink." Li Chengzhen seems to be talking to An Jin, and seems to be muttering.
However, in his voice, An Jin looked up and drank a drink, and raised his hand to pour himself a cup.
Lee Seung-soo rushed over in general, but An Jin was faster, as the eagle flew down from the attic.
In Yan Xin’s heart, he faintly guessed what he was going to do, and immediately said to Xiao Xiao: "He will martial arts, and the effort is not low."
Xiao Yu immediately sighed: "Be careful, criminals are martial arts!"
The moment that An Jin fell, Yan Yan clearly saw that his lips were bent, and the aura-like face was like a demon.
With a bang, he threw the drink into the archer, and the cold light flashed in front of him, shaking out the long sword from the wide sleeves, just like a ghost, he fell into the archers.
The bow and arrow are more lethal in a certain long-range range. They are deceived by a master like An Jin, and they are almost only a part of the slaughter.
Just in the blink of an eye, the following is a hurricane.
The blood fell on his undyed robes and opened a red plum.
"Bow and arrow." Xiao Yu said.
Someone immediately presented a bow and a feather arrow. Yan Yan slightly licked her lips and never said a word. Anzhen is sad, but it cannot let more innocent people die under his command.
Xiao Yu put the feather arrow on the bow, grabbed the timing, and slammed the sound of the air. The feather arrow was close to An Jin, but it was swept away by the sword. Then, the second feather arrow was forced to the chest. The poison that An Jin had just drunk had already begun to attack. Kan was able to broom the feather arrow and rubbed it against his side. However, the arrow with the momentum of broken gold cracked stone in his future, he had to raise the sword. His chest!
This arrow is imaginary and sturdy, and even if it is not poisoned, it is impossible to avoid it.
Li Chengzhen, who had just ran down from the cool pavilion, saw the appearance of An Jin, ignoring the numerous arrows and rushing over without hesitation.
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