Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Before the Ming Dynasty, it was dark, the fire creaked, and occasionally a few Mars leaped out to draw a red trace that was fleeting. These red marks were reflected in the eyes of Haitang, which was extraordinarily weird.

She stood up and looked at Fan Xian, whispering, "What do you want to do?" Or, in the past three days, what did Fan Leisure do?

"I didn't do anything." Fan was back to her, and his back was very straight. "I just want to stay with you for three days."

Haiyan’s eyes narrowed and he was deceived by Fan for three days, and the master of Wang Ting’s masters followed the singles of Subita. He followed them for three days. Indeed, Fan does not need to do it himself. What, but there must be something wrong with Wang Ting.

The woman was a figure who could afford to put it down. She quietly looked at Fan’s eyes and turned to walk towards the Horde. Her footsteps were not as urgent, but it was very fast, like an elf in the grassland. It must be swept out by three feet.

"You can't come back too late." Fan idled and looked at her quietly. "You and the Emperor of the Northern Qi scammed me once, and I was a few sinister. The Central Plains people in Wang Ting are all from Beiqi. You are still lying to me... These people are doing things in Wang Ting. For me, Daqing is a very dangerous person. I have to get rid of them."

The sea otter stopped his footsteps and knew that Fan Xian said it was true. If there were any changes in Wang Ting in these three days, even if he rushed back later, it would be too late: "The Crescent Sea defense is extremely strict, since you Who is not hands-on? Who is it?"

Not waiting for the answer, a chilly image. Infiltrated into her heart, she did not forget, the Supervisory Academy has a world's first assassin. Just not in Wang Ting, the master is out, the assassin starts, who can resist. The shadow of the supervision institute, the shot will never fail.

Whether it is the sea otter or the single can stay in Wang Ting, I am afraid that it will not give the shadow any chance to shoot. As soon as I read this, Haishu finally understood why Fan Xian was on the trail. Enticing yourself to find him, tempting to follow him alone.

"Your heart is getting harder and harder." She turned and looked at Fan Xian, not so angry, just with a desolate. "Who else in this world are you not willing to use?"

Fan Xian took advantage of Haishu, but there was no apology in his heart. The two sides stood in a hostile position at this time.

"I am not a ruthless person." Fan leisurely looked at her outside the Zhangzhang. Said faintly, then his arms swayed and rushed toward the sea. The overbearing instinct in the body bloomed to the extreme in an instant, and the air in the night sky of the earthquake was chaotic, as a tornado rolled up.

Haitang looked at the man who was as close as the gods. His eyes lit up, his hands stretched out from the thin leather gown, and he painted a semicircle beside his body, which stabilized the airflow around his body between the electric and the flint.

The moment before, it was still affectionate, and the next moment was a storm. Fan Xian is like a **** of killing under the moonlight night, carrying a grassy Mars in his body, a boxing out. The boxing style is like a thunder.

The sea otter blossoming figure disappeared before the storm, and the next moment appeared in front of the fan in the wind, and pointed to the sword, obliquely stabbed. Like to pick up the moon in the sky, free and easy to sneak into the throat.

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The crescent moon reflects the moon in the sky and is very beautiful. Clear and secluded. The people around Haizi are sleeping, only the early prostitutes began to go to the sea, ready to start the water, to wash the royal aristocrats.

A niece looked at the dumb servant who was squatting physically, smiled, and took a piece of cake from her arms and handed it over. The dumb servant was picked up from the grassland by the big family four months ago. He has some physical disabilities, but his strength is very large. It is most convenient for making rough work, but because this person can't talk, It was a slave, so he was often bullied by the young aristocrats around Wang Ting. It looked pitiful.

If these good-hearted maidens are not getting better every day, I am afraid that this dumb servant will not live for a few days.

The dumb servant took over the Hu Huo handed the Hu cake, smiled happily, and squeaked in his throat. It seemed to express his gratitude. Hu female giggled a few times, almost breaking the crescent of the morning before the sea.

The dumb servant went to the meadow behind the Crescent Moon. Every day, he went to pick up the sheep dung. The people at the Wang Ting had already gotten used to this scene.

Only today, the dumb servant walked through the meadow, walked through the dense sheep dung, still standing, but did not look at the sheep dung at all. On weekdays, he would be happy to meet so many sheep dung, but He doesn't have to be happy today because he no longer has to pick up sheep dung.

Walking into a long grass, the dumb servant slowly pulled a piece of iron from his arms and poked it into the mud. The right palm slammed, only to hear a bang, this blood with a subway bra, actually The students were shaken into the ground a few feet below the soil, and no traces were found!

The dumb servant licked his dry lips and looked back at the process of action with his eyes closed, confirming that there was no omission, and then he stepped back again, still squatting, slowly moving toward the depths of the grassland, not knowing to go. When will you be able to go back to the Central Plains?

The circumference of the Crescent Moon was calm, and no one noticed that a dumb servant had left the place where he lived for four months. The guardianship around the king's account seems to be strict, but in reality it seems to be somewhat dead, especially those who are highly valued by the Central Plains, those who are responsible for liaising with Qingzhou City and Dingzhou City, and the tents of their residence are exceptionally dead. .

Wei Wucheng was weak and couldn't speak at all. He couldn't even move his fingers, but his teeth kept shaking and screaming. He looked at the dead people around him, feeling a The cold of the stock has spread from the bottom of the heart.

He is responsible for Wang Ting's accounts and trade, but he knows that these colleagues in his body are all from the great role of Daqi. If there is no such person to help, the forces on the grassland will not It is possible to carry out a tug-of-war with the iron ride of Qingguo and get so many benefits from it.

However, these people are all dead and they have survived.

He remembered the previous scene. Fear came to my heart, and he wanted to scream and scream, but he couldn’t speak.

That shadow. That one

In this way, the ghost is generally restrained. Then everyone is relaxed and slow, without letting anyone make a sound, without letting anyone react.

Wei Wucheng did not know who the man was and did not know why the other party did not kill himself. Chat can also save your life. Who can't think of the benefits. He just fell into endless fear, his eyes narrowed nervously, and he felt that this darkness could never be converted into light.

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One finger picks the moon. The fingertips are so slender. Such an ordinary, but it seems to contain the brilliance between heaven and earth, and the wind breaks in the blink of an eye. He picked up the throat of Fan Xian, but his fist was already empty. Wiping the right shoulder of the sea otter, slammed into the grass and blew up a large mass of grass clippings.

Take the natural world by the power of heaven and earth. No genre is stronger than the sky, and the moon shadow is getting gone. The sight on the grassland is blurred, but the sea otter has a slippery step. One shot. It seems to be able to subtly perceive every hurricane on the grassland, every grass clipping. Qing Mei came to the extreme.

Fan Xian learned the inner door and mind from the girl's home, but it is far from being a rival to the sea.

His eyes smashed, and the left finger slammed, and a knife turned two turns around his fingertips, and the tip of the sheath was removed. A month of the moon, cut to a few inches from his throat and cocked his fingertips.

Take him as a realm, no matter if it is a one-touch move. Just touch the other person's body. Infuriating by the bridge. It will hit the other side. Therefore, Fan Xian wants to stop the one that is too light and so light that it can't catch the traces.

However, in order to hide his identity, he did not have sleeves on his body. There was no black dagger in his boots. Where did the knife come from?

The small knife will be licking the fingers of the sea otter. At this moment, it seems that all the movements have become slower, and the knife is clearly seen. It was the gift that Haitang gave to Fan Xiaojia’s little son!

Haiyan’s eyelids lit up more and more, and there was an unclear taste in this smear. Her fingers did not retract, and there was no response. She still went to the throat and looked like she did not see it. Go to this knife.

Fan Xian’s heart sighed, his left hand was slightly loose, and his knife was tangled.

Unexpectedly, however, he did not take the finger of the sea otter to his throat, but took it directly to the chest of the sea otter.

Fan is busy with the knife, Haishu receives the finger, Fan is in the palm of his hand, Haishu is back, and it is very simple. But it has to be so clean and neat, so that it is not so muddy, probably only the two young people in this world. When people are against the enemy, they will have such a wonderful sight.

However, Fan Leisure has taken the lead in the end, and his palm has been printed on the chest of Haitang.

The eyes of the sea otter are getting brighter and brighter, and the palm of the back is not paying attention to this palm. Instead, the fingers are gently scattered, just like the autumn grass floating on the grassland with the night wind, and the roots are put on the arm of the leisure. He slammed his right arm.

In the four moments of the electric light, the fan and the sea otter each have the opportunity to kill each other, and this opportunity is even deliberately left by the other party, but they are impossible to do.

One word remembers the heart, this is the first time for the two people on the shore of the North Sea. Fan leisure uses the aphrodisiac spring poetry to move his heart. After the sea bream is light, the two young men of the young people of the Northern Qi Nanqing, for many years of heart-warming carry on.

It seems that the movement is the hand, but in fact it is the heart.

Haishu’s gambling fan can’t go to his own fingers, Fan Fan abandoned the knife.

Fan gambled the sea otter point to his own throat and could not point, Haishu back.

Haishu’s gambling fan attacked his palm and couldn’t bear to breathe, so he tied his right arm.

Not willing, why bother?

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Fan has a weird smile on his face and looks at the sea otter in front of him. Although the two know this, they are only in vain, but he still moves.

The sea otter caught the inch of the finger, vomiting the sky with a pure innocence, blocking the overbearing instinct of Fan’s right arm, and letting him print the palm of his chest, suddenly it didn’t work.

Fan Xian still moved his hand, without any threat, without any infuriating, moving outside the clothes of Haishu.

The place where his palm is printed is wonderful, soft and gentle.

So this move is very good.

Haitang was very angry and his heart was in a mess.

Fan idled the left hand of the knife. Then the other side of the heart suddenly messed up. Quietly slammed up, smashed the bottom of the sea otter, the little fingertips gently flicked, a gold needle. I plunged into the acupuncture point under the ear of Haitang.

He wants to tie the sea otter back to the Central Plains. He wants the bureau set by the bitterness to stop suffering the pity of the poor girl, so he ponders hard. Take risks. Also leave the other side.

It is this needle.

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A generation of Tianjiao. The North Qisheng female sea otter blossomed and finally lost, lost in this quiet grassland, lost to Fan Xian.

Celebrating four years. The sea otter has blossomed since the mountain. The number of dozens of battles, not a defeat, the reputation of Sheng. For a time, until then there was a poetry in the country. A young master. Since then, the people of the world have been eager to discuss, if the sea otter blossoms meet Fan Fan. Who will win?

On the shore of the North Sea, Haishu met Fan Leisure for the first time. Fan Fan at that time was not the other party of Haishu, but with the help of Wu Zhushu. Reluctantly avoiding. With poisonous needles, it is supported on the meadow. But Fan has not lost. Because he relied on his own shameless and sturdy, he successfully retired the sea otter, and remembered that the North Sea was full of spring.

After that, Haishu and Fan Xian did not really hand over, but both of them knew that if only martial arts contested. Fan Xian is not an opponent of Haishu, but if the life is fighting, it will be a leisurely effort. Even if Haitang can kill Fan Leisure. I am afraid I have to pay a great price.

of course. After that, the two were friends. The whole story began to spread this anecdote story. Everyone knows that two people can't fight, and some people will be disappointed. If these disappointing people know what happened on the grassland today. It will be very exciting.

The jellyfish blossoming finally lost in the hands of Xiao Fan.

The golden needle trembled under the crystal of the sea. Fan's fingers gently licked the needle. His face was very dignified, and he kept pouring instinct into the meridians of the sea otter with this fine needle. The right hand had already taken off the control of the sea otter and was sick on the body of the girl. Be sure to take full control of her.

In the south of the Yangtze River, it was cured by the sky and the body was wounded. Fan is more than anyone knows that the sky is really responsive to the ability to recover the golden needle. It can only make the body of the sea otter stiff for a moment. To really protect her, and not to hurt her, she can only use her own arrogance and forcibly seal the meridian mark in her body.

However, Fan’s fingers gradually slowed down, his eyes were very dignified, and even with a trace of sadness.

Finally, he stopped his fingers and left his left hand slowly.

A slamming sound, the golden needle under the ear of the sea bream broke!

So soft, and still stuck in the ear to the hole, the gold needle, was actually shaken by the real gas in her body, this is how strong and strong rebound.

With a slamming sound, the sea otter spit out a blood, his face paled, but the scorpion was still bright. She quietly looked at the sorrowful fan in front of her face, wiped the blood of her mouth and said: "I have Injury to guilt, not your opponent, you can try to leave me."

Fan is silent, he knows what happened to the body of the sea otter. When he used the hegemonic power to forcibly seal the veins, the sea otter’s purely natural gas began to counterattack, even at the hesitation of life and death, forcibly impacting him every time. One finger where it fell.

If Fan is forced to continue, at most it is a lot of infuriating, and can also control the sea otter, but Haishu’s resolutely infuriating posture will make her meridians burst into a waste.

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian bowed his head and said: "Even if you die... don't you follow me?"

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The sea otter looked at him calmly, and the blood dripped from the lips and slowly said: "If it is not my heart, how can you restrain me? If it is not your heart, how can you let go?" Live me, a good opportunity to chase Xihu? I don't want to die, but I know, you won't let me die."

Fan was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you."

Xie Di is Haishu’s trust in himself. Thanks to the other side’s knowledge of his own heart and his own feelings. Although they have never said it before, they have already known it, just like the night on the grassland and the moon on the edge of the night line. Very clear and unforgettable.

One thanks, Fan Xian looked at Haishu and said: "Do you really want to stay in Xihu and become an enemy on the battlefield?"

"I have my insistence, you have your insistence, aren't you?" Haishu's ordinary face, blooming with an inexplicable brilliance, two points, three confidence, five points.

Fan casually bit his teeth and whispered in a low voice: "This is a bitter arrangement. What kind of person are you? Why should you obey his arrangements honestly?"

This is the most angry point of Fan Xian. The most disgusting thing in his life is that he is controlled by those terrible old monsters. He firmly believes that life will be free. This is more important than what the grassland is.

Haishu looked at him quietly, like watching a child, saying: "If you listen to you, leave the grassland, isn't it also obeying your arrangement?"

Fan took a trip and knew what the other person meant.

"The grassland can't be chaotic, I have to stay." Haishu looked at him and said, "I don't know what you did during these three days. Maybe I have no time to stop you, but I have to find a way to let the grassland The turmoil stopped."

Fan was quiet for a while, shook his head and said: "Who can stop if it is a fire?"

Haitang looked at him.

Fan Xian smiled and said: "Last night, Zuo Xianwang should have been assassinated."

There was a shocking color in Haiyan’s eyes. She was on the grassland for two years. Of course, she knew the death of Zuo Xianwang. What kind of turmoil would it bring? If Fan is doing it, he still deliberately left behind any traces. The grassland that has just calmed for more than a year will be relapsed into endless arms because of revenge and power struggle.

"How can you kill him?" Haitang stared at Fan's eyes and bite his lower lip. The two kings had great strength on the grassland. They only had the sea bream, the northern Qi and the northern tribes. With the support, the two sages were reluctantly suppressed.

In the past two years, the sages and kings have always been extremely jealous of Wang Ting. The defense force is extremely strong. The sea otter slightly frowned. He could not think of anyone in Qingguo who could sneak into the depths of the grassland and assassinate Zuo Xianwang.

The shadow of the supervision institute may have such strength, but he should go to Wang Ting to dispose of Beiqi’s support for the Prairie King Court.

In the distance, there was a rush of hooves, and it seemed that Wang Ting’s cavalry, who was chasing Fan’s leisure, could not help himself.

Fan leisurely squinted and looked over there, whispered: "I said three days ago, whether it is the bitterness or the little emperor of Northern Qi, they do not trust me. This is a great mistake, regardless of How will the world go in the future, but I must take the initiative to deal with these things in my own hands, because... I have more power than you."

He looked at Haitang and said: "Thirteen Lang followed the caravan into the grassland. When I stayed behind to wait for you, he followed the Zuo Xianwang ministry who went back from Wang Ting... I believe his strength and strength, if Even the world’s first warrior can’t kill Zuo Xianwang, it can only say that my luck is not good.”

"Let me go back."

The sea otter is silent.

Fan was self-deprecating and shook his head helplessly, and then made a whistle toward the endless darkness behind him. He was quiet in the depths of the grassland, and gradually hooves, like a group of wild horses, free and unrestrained.

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