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The light of dawn slowly diffused from the east, like the belated beauty, but the cold air of the dawn was getting stronger and stronger, and the layers of white mist shrouded the imperial capital, and the cold of the silk thorns with bursts of snow melting moisture made people tremble. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lao Li had a short knife stuck in his chest, the blade of which had entered his chest, and only the bloodstained hilt remained outside. And his eyes were wide open, quietly looking at the two eyes smiling like a Maitreya Buddha-like Alai, although there was unwillingness and pathos in his heart, but Lao Li's eyes only had a calm and frightening gaze. In his chest, blood gushed out, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, nor could he feel his body gradually cold. But his consciousness was very clear, and he kept looking at Alai who had a hideous look on his forehead.

Ah Lai trembled and let go of the hand holding the hilt, and the tense green basket on his forehead began to slowly sink into his head, he had never seen such a calm and calm old Li. An inexplicable sourness surged in his heart, his chest seemed to be blocked, and bursts of irrepressible pathos suddenly surged in his cavity. His lips moved, but he still didn't make any sound, but his slightly empty eyes didn't dare to look directly at Lao Li. He wanted to avoid Lao Li's calm eyes, but he found that Lao Li's eyes were like a sharp sword that cracked the sky, and it had already pierced into his heart.

"Hehe, good, good. I didn't expect my Lao Li to die in the hands of his brother, it's really retribution, the way of heaven is followed, and retribution is not happy. Ahem???????" Lao Li's mouth had already overflowed with dazzling and bright blood, and he finished saying a sentence with difficulty, but he couldn't stop coughing wildly. He knew very well that his body was starting to get cold, making it impossible for him to control his body at all, and he felt his body slowly fall to the ground.

Unconsciously, Lai his hand and hugged the slowly falling body, he had never felt so uncomfortable in his heart, even if he lost her, his heart only had that helpless grief and indignation. And now, he stabbed the short blade into the other party's chest with his own hands, and the calm eyes and relieved expressions eroded his strong heart like a stinger. There was a sharp pain in his chest that was no less than being stabbed by a sharp blade.

When the wind rose, they were speechless, the fog was widespread, they hugged each other silently, the wet body and clothes, the body that gradually cooled and cooled, Lai was silent as if he had lost his soul. Hugged tightly was the bloodstained body, only a little residual warmth, like a withered lamp that was about to be extinguished in the cold wind. The closed eyes predicted that the other party had let go of everything in his heart, even if he was betrayed by his most trusted brother, even if he died in the hands of his brother, he had no regrets, his brother has this life, and there is an afterlife.

Lai didn't know how long he had been holding on to that cold body, he only felt a trace of unconcealable hesitation flowing in his heart, right or wrong, he didn't know. The sorrowful pain surged up like a tide, like a sharp sword stabbing wildly, causing Alai's chest to be struck like lightning, and a strong bloody breath surged up from his chest. "Poof", Ah Lai couldn't help but spurt out arrow-like blood from his mouth, spraying directly on the cold body.

Two lines of hot tears slipped down his eyes, and he raised his head, and a sword-like light in front of him split the dense dark clouds with a devastating force, and in an instant, the dark clouds that were dyed white were divided into countless fragments, spreading out towards the sky. A bloodthirsty red sword light shot from the east, it was the sunlight from the dawn, the bright red sunlight finally began to show its majestic and powerful power, any dark clouds and haze in front of it, like tearing paper, was easily divided into pieces.

"It's dry, watch out for the candles." An old, hoarse shout reached Alai's ears, followed by a dense gong beating. This was the last watch after dawn, and the thick white fog was layered on top of each other, and the person who beat the watch brought a dense sound of footsteps.

Laying his cold body on the ground, he had already wiped the tears from his cheeks, and turned to stride away. His figure did not have the dragon and tiger steps of the triumphant general, only a bleak and desolate back, like a defeated general who had lost the momentum. And as he left, the men in black lifted up their companions who were lying on the ground and were dying, and they slowly sank into the white mist with Alai's footsteps.

In the thick fog, a cold body lay on its back, and the cold body was stained with blood that had not yet dried. Next to the body lay a slightly curved long knife, which was stained with blood and reflected a condensed aura. A clumsy figure came from the mist, and the old man did not notice the bloodstained body lying on the ground, and he struck the gong and shouted in his mouth, and then staggered and disappeared into the white mist.

Everyone in Xiting Street knows who the famous in this street is, and this is the proprietress of the only noodle shop on Sitting Street. Today, the proprietress of this noodle shop got up earlier than before, just because her man didn't stop eating last night without lying on her body, she was so angry that she kicked her man off the bed. But she didn't sleep all night, and as soon as it was dawn, she got up and went to her noodle shop.

", stole the old lady's long stick for rolling noodles, and the old lady had to find another one." When the proprietress of the noodle shop came to her shop, she found that the long stick she had thrown in front of the shop was missing. So she cursed, and cursed the thief in her heart.

When she cursed in her mouth and cursed in her heart, she only felt her feet slip and her body fell to the ground. Anxious and angry, she couldn't help but be even more angry, and that fall would only smash her proud buttocks in great pain. And she quickly got up from the ground, but she smelled a strong bloody gas, and when she saw her hands, her face couldn't help but change drastically, and a look of horror rose in her heart, and she couldn't help but let out a sharp scream that resounded through the four fields.

Da Liu has always had a faint uneasiness in his heart, and since he met Lao Li, that strong uneasiness has been haunting his heart. By this morning, the intense uneasiness had become more intense, so it was difficult for Da Liu to sleep all night. So he got up early, just dressed in civilian clothes, and took the saber that was inseparable from him. He walked out of his home and wandered around the city aimlessly.

However, he didn't know that he had unconsciously come to Xiting Street, which was still immersed in a quiet silence at this time. Only the thick fog blocked this street, as if it was isolating a world, in fact, it was the same in other streets in the imperial capital, but Da Liu had such a feeling in his heart inexplicably. He is more familiar with this Xiting Street than anyone else, and it was he who walked out of here with Lao Li and Alai.

He didn't know why he came to this Xiting Street aimlessly, but he felt that the closer he was to this Xiting Street, the more uneasy he felt in his heart. Da Liu came to the intersection of Xiting Street with heavy steps, and an old figure staggered past him with a gong, and then, Da Liu slowly entered this Xiting Street.

When Da Liu slowly walked towards the middle of the street, he faintly smelled a faint trace of blood, and as he went deeper into the street, the bloody smell became more and more intense. And Da Liu's heart raised a palpitation that he had never felt before, so that he didn't feel that he had slowed down. The street was shrouded in the white mist, and his vision was only a few feet away, so he had to walk cautiously forward.

A sharp and loud scream came into Da Liu's ears, making him tense, but out of his own instinctive reaction, he still sped up his pace and rushed forward. Then he heard an even more tearing scream, which he knew was from the same person, and from a woman. He couldn't help but pull out the saber in his hand and sped towards the place where the screams were emanating.

What poured into the eyes was a woman dressed in ordinary clothes, who was huddled in front of a noodle shop with a frightened look in her eyes. What made Da Liu even more puzzled was that the woman's hands were stained with blood. Such a strange scene made Da Liu's heart tremble, but he smelled a pungent smell of blood at this time, and he realized that he only cared about the frightened woman in his eyes, but he didn't look at everything here.

At this glance, Da Liu's heart suddenly set off a feeling like turning over the river and the sea, only to see that the ground near here was full of blood that had not yet dried, and the street was basically stained red by this blood. In his eyes, there was nothing else except the red blood in his eyes, and this did not make Da Liu even more frightened.

Following the woman's frightened gaze, Da Liu saw a motionless body lying in a pool of blood. When he saw the body, his heart suddenly felt like ten thousand cones passing through, and bursts of tearing pain surged like a tide. The bloodstained clothes, although they did not have their original appearance, but Da Liu recognized them at a glance. Suddenly, like waves crashing on the shore, bursts of pain struck wildly, making Da Liu's body shake a little, and he plunged the saber in his hand straight into the ground, which stabilized his body.

I didn't expect that after the word "take care" yesterday, they had become goodbye. Unexpectedly, the swarthy man who had always claimed that he could kill a cow with one punch became a cold corpse at this time. Da Liu slowly walked towards the body lying on the ground, stepping out one bloody footprint after another, but he seemed to be unaware.

Endless sorrow and pain welled up in his heart, and Da Liu Qiang held back the tears in his eyes and did not slide down, "Who is it?" Who exactly is it and why? Da Liu's heart couldn't stop roaring. He slowly leaned down, wiped the bloodstained face with his own hands, and then smoothed out the blood-stained clothes. There was a flash of sparkle in his eyes, and he lifted the cold body on his back.

A ray of light shot from the east, and like that giant sword, it split through the haze that shrouded the imperial capital and shattered the white clouds. In such a cold winter, the red glow of the sun rolled up with a devastating momentum, with a dazzling and dazzling light, breaking through the dangers and evils, and finally shot in the sky above the imperial capital Bianliang.

Da Liu carried Lao Li's cold body on his back, and gradually disappeared into Xiting Street with heavy steps, only the blood stains all over the ground reflected the red light in the sky. The thick white fog was wantonly expelled by the coming glow, and gradually faded, and the solemn bloody atmosphere on the street was even stronger. Rows of bright red footprints stretched towards the corner of the street, and only a woman in ordinary clothes curled up in front of the noodle shop with a frightened look in her eyes.

The blood on the ground gradually condensed, but the crimson glow above the sky gradually faded.