MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 161 Rainbow in the 12th year of Nanqing (3)

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The fist of Qing Emperor is always so stable and powerful. The king is full of anger and easily penetrates all obstacles in front of him, just as he often does in this world.

In this continent, in the decades of history, there are not many people who can be killed by the Qing Emperor, and the old-fashioned thing of the four-legged swords is worn by the intestines. Fan Xian is relying on the hardships left by the hardships. Take a slap in the face of a few hundred feet. Except for the expectation of the Qing Emperor, forcibly avoiding the terrible power contained in that fist.

Wu Zhu did not avoid this punch. Really banned the infinite infuriating collision of the Qing emperor, the chest was hit by a piece of collapse, but he did not fall down, because if the world's top realm is the big master. If the only vulnerabilities of the Grand Masters are that they are still as mortal. That five bamboo obviously does not have this loophole. His body is definitely the strongest among the great masters.

He just stood up again and approached Qingdi again on the wet ground.

He once again walked to the ground of Qingdi, and the black cloth on his face did not move. Broken and silent, because people are too fast to live. Actually, I couldn’t see what happened to the stone steps. I can't hear any sound.

The Emperor’s majesty did not retreat, and his eyes passed through the faint gray light. The feet stand steadily on the stone steps. It is like being declared in a suspended temple with infinite domineering and self-confidence. His life. No matter what enemy you face, you have never stepped back.

He punches again. Like a jade, it exudes a faint faint fist, and steams dry in the air. The end of the end directly hit the belly of Wuzhu.

At the same time, the Wuzhu subway bra is like a clear light in the sky. It is unstoppable, and it is so desperate to hit the left shoulder of Qingdi.

The strongest of them in this realm, in the final battle of each other's life, has already thrown away an external camouflage and skills. In the real word, the momentum is already in their physical fitness. Purely touched by reality. Just as the master of the sorrows of the sorcerer, the ancestors of the sorrows of the sorrows of the sorcerer--

A confrontation between two peerless powerhouses. It is just the simplest performance art of indifference. It took off everything and was outside. Just ** bare land, like the original people. In the snow. Beside the volcano, practice the most perfect killing skills in the grassland herd.

The emperor squatted and his left shoulder was broken. The lips are in and out of the blood. Indifferent eyes are just watching the figure of the five bamboos flying farther and farther.

Wu Zhu was once again shot by the fist, and his leg was broken at this time. I am already disabled. Exceeding the imaginative computing power of the world, it is no longer able to support the strong execution ability of the body. He couldn't escape the fist of Qingdi's breakthrough time and space.

In the light rain that will stop, Wu Zhu’s body slams back in the air, and the cold wind blows his clothes and hunts. With a bang, his feet fell on the ground. After sliding more than ten feet on the slippery ground, I barely stopped, but the left leg could not stand. Almost dumped to the ground.

Hard to pick up this punch. Wuzhu did not fall to the ground. It seems to be better than the previous situation. However, the emperor's squats reveal a strong confidence and a strong radiance. As well as Wuzhu’s slightly low head, it seems to indicate an extremely ominous ending.

In the blood berth below the Taiji Temple, the bamboo stands quietly. Looking down at my abdomen, silence for a long time.

Before the emperor's fist hit his abdomen, Wuzhu blocked his left hand in the abdomen, so the emperor's fist actually hit his palm and hit his abdomen.

The Wuzhu land hand is like an icy subway block. His body is also like a cold iron group, but the punch of Qing Emperor. It is like the hammer of the gods. The iron plate was melted into the iron group. His palms broke into the abdomen deeply, like two pieces of iron were glued together!

The black cloth did not cover the eyebrows and slightly frowned. Wu Zhu pulled his left hand indifferently. I don't know how much power I used to pull my hand out of my abdomen. But it brought up a large piece of pale flesh that no longer bleeds. With the sound of separation. It looks very scary.

The first punch of Qingdi was hit in the chest of Wuzhu. He did not stop, the second boxing hit his belly, he did not block, twice different choices. It represents two levels of damage that are completely different - the temple messengers are the key, it seems to be in the eyes of the powerful king. It is no secret, this fact makes Wuzhu somewhat worried. Also let the bystanders who are still patient and cold. Start feeling endless fear!

Iron brazing is on the ground full of blood and rain. Wuzhu straightened with his left hand and was about to break into two left legs, and it was extremely difficult to take a step toward the direction of Taiji Temple. The shoes are on the hands of a dead body. Almost slippery. The belly of Wuzhu is a crisp sound. It seems that centering on it, a spider web-like fragment is spreading in his body and tearing it apart.

Wu Zhudi's body began to tremble and began to tilt, as if it could become countless pieces at any time, falling apart and falling to the ground, and smashing into a stall.

However, the iron is still tightly held in his hands. Extremely strong to support his crumbling body. Let him take another step forward.

His first step was all that difficult, so slow. Accompanied by some extremely dry voices... but still step by step toward the emperor. No hesitation.

The emperor took back his fist. Indifferent, without a trace of emotions, looked at his chest and seemed to want to distinguish himself that the first few ribs were smashed by the hard iron. He didn't remember that he had a few punches. I don't remember how much blood I spit. I only remember that I didn't step back, but I didn't enter. I just stood on the stone steps like a puppet and stood in front of my palace. Mechanically and repeatedly punches.

How many times has the old five fallen? How many times have you climbed up? How many times have you fallen down this time? How many times have you climbed up? Why is the old five clearly going to fall, but they are struggling again, is he I don't know if this monster is a day of real death. If the fifth is not a dead thing, it is a living thing, knowing life and death. Fear of life and death. Then why didn't he show it?

Why is the action of the old five places slowing down so much? The hard-hard subway solder in his hand can always hit the ground. Is it because... It’s already old, and it’s almost exhausted?

No. No, no. Not sweet, not jealous. His indifferent smoldering Mars ignited in the cold, and finally turned into endless exhaustion and boredom.

Is this destined to go to the annals of history, or is it destined to disappear into the long history of history? But no matter which one. Qingdi is a little tired. It was like a few years after the father was enthroned. I have to be forced to prepare for the Taiping hospital. After a few years, I have to have a **** night in Kyoto. Dadongshan has smothered the two old things. In the Kyoto, Amoy has trapped the shameless people who dare to betray. I wanted to lure the box out years ago. Now the fifth is coming.

Endless conspiracy. It’s like the old five falling down and climbing up, repeating and repeating. It’s like a story many years ago, so repeating it over and over again. This repetition is really offensive. Tired of it.

But Qingdi can't be tired, he is not willing to be tired: There are still many things that have not been done, and you have not knocked down the most powerful enemy in front of you. You can't let go.

Slowly wipe off the blood that keeps flowing from the lips. The Emperor suddenly felt that his body was cold and he was seriously injured a year ago. I have never been raised, and I am always afraid of the wind and fear of the wind. So I am willing to lie on the soft couch, covered with silk from the Jiangnan...

He likes the warm feeling and doesn't like the cold feeling now, because it makes him feel weak and tired. It seems to be with the blood. The temperature and confidence in his body are also passing away.

Looking at the five bamboos that had once again climbed, the broken five bamboos, the emperor's smoldering fire smoldering eyes suddenly lit up, the old ground with the sudden pale. It looks very thin and embarrassing.

The rain has stopped. The dark clouds in the sky are turning into white clouds at a speed visible to the naked eye. Getting whiter. getting more pretty. More and more bright, the air in the palace square is full of rain and wash the world. Crossing the Tianzhu line on the east side of the palace wall, there is something beautiful that doesn't happen.

The emperor squatted with his eyes. Tattooed. Finally, I swept from the stone steps of the Taiji Temple. In this rainless sky. Bringing a rainwater parallel to the south, leaving countless residual images in the air.

Qingtian reflects this rain dragon, and the palace seems to know where to sing. Hand-held iron and bamboo. Suddenly surrounded by this dragon, countless sound dragons. The road was gray and the sun was so beautiful. In the twinkling of an eye, the most powerful offensive was sent to Wuzhu.

In addition to the two peers in the field. No one can see what happened in the rain curtain. Only the dragons are gone, after a period of horror is absolutely silent. Countless sounds are heard. Like a string of thunder, it sounded. And like the wind in the sky, the wind blew through countless lover's rituals, and at 6:6:6:6...

Wuzhu finally fell. It fell in the moment when the Qing Emperor was like a storm and the king of the road killed the fist and the finger. His body did not know how many times he suffered heavy blows and finally sat down at the foot of Qingdi. The pale right hand spread out toward the sky. Nothing is empty.

The head that had been silent and noble had fallen weakly at this moment, and fell to the front of Qingdi. Some unwillingly and helplessly released the hand holding the iron.

He loosened the hand holding the iron braze, but the iron bracing did not fall on the ground of the palace, and the sound of the death bell was generally clear, because the iron was inserted in the belly of Qingdi, and shivered slightly!

Blood gushed from the belly of Qingdi. Shovel down the iron. In the iron brazing into a smooth piece of the tip of the tip, dripping on the palm of the five palms of the palm, gradually along the clear lifeline, enriched with peach blossoms.

The emperor's knees were ruthlessly lips, and the lips were slightly dry. His face was pale. Double hollowed out. No trace of emotion. Looking down at the subway brazing in the belly, I feel the endless exhaustion and boredom. Prepare to pull out this deep-rooted subway.

He is the first man of perseverance in the world. When the meridians were broken, the suffering of the waste man could not weaken his spirit. Not to mention the pain in his stomach. He knew that the fifth child had been abolished, and the pride was flashing, and some were only exhausted. Because he found that the lips began to taste some kind of rust.

Fan Xian has not appeared yet. This fact made the emperor stunned. There was a self-deprecating smile on his lips - it seems that the son's mind is stronger than he expected. Because of its power. Therefore, indifference, coldness, and cold-bloodedness have always been forbearing to the present. Watching Wuzhu be beaten into waste by his eyes, he still refused to come out.

The Emperor’s majesty’s heart was once again wonderfully arousing the appreciation and admiration of this son. He seems to feel that the most unreasonable son in this life, but more and more like himself, as cold as himself.

He thought that Fan Xian should have come out long ago, when Wu Zhu fell to the ground for the first time. Or when the legs of Wuzhu are broken into two pieces. Because this is what he has been secretly preparing for the land... but Fan has not. So he felt a slight disappointment and a hint of ominous feeling.

At this time, after the rain, I was not going to witness and finally failed. Is she going to use her own son's eyes to see her failure?

Blood gushed from the mighty king's lips, pouring from his belly, and he felt the cold again. Start remembering the soft quilt on the couch again. The woman in the royal study, then the right hand is firmly held on the iron bra. Beginning with a heart-rending indifference, slowly withdrawing from the body.

There is an old saying that the pain is the most painful when the blade is pulled from the wound. This can be used to refer to life, but also to the situation at this time.

When the emperor kneels slowly to extract the iron. It is like exposing the scars that have been hidden in the darkness by his masks for years. The scars that he thought had already healed reminded me of many things. The pain made his pale face whiter. White is not like a normal person.

It seems that even this king's arm, I can't bear to let him face this pain, so at this moment, in the cold and clean air. Suddenly a very weird twist occurred!

It is a twist and separation of bone and meat. It does not conform to the structure of the human body at all, and it is folded out at a strange angle... It is somewhat like the leg of Wuzhu.

The blood flower blooms under the blue sky, the flesh is separated from the body of Qing Emperor, and his left arm is cut off from the elbow joint by a mysterious force. The broken arm is shining in the clear sunshine. Fly into the dusty air at the slowest speed. With blood drops in the broken place. Rotate, jump, fly. Flying...

Then the sound of the gunshots began to reverberate in the empty courtyard of the uninhabited palace, stunned. Lonely Qing, it seems to fly for that broken arm. Accompanied by sad music.

In addition to the Northern Expedition lost to the hands of the breeze. The meridians of the body are broken. In those days when I fell into the darkness, it was absolutely the pain of the Emperor’s life in this life. The weakest moment.

Silenced gunfire for decades, and silenced again for a year. Finally sounded in the palace, silent for a year, and once again silenced after an early morning. Fan Xian’s figure finally appeared next to the emperor’s body.

Seeing that Wuzhu was seriously injured by the squatting, it became a waste material, and Fan has never been able to. How do you suppress the impulse to hurt? However, when he appeared, he chose the most opportune time. Appeared in the most absolute position. Directly appeared next to the emperor!

Just need a shot!

Resurrection for more than 20 years of hard work, the encouragement between life and death on the meadow. The will of the Snow Palace is desperate. The big green tree under the j line l meeting. Thinking in the snowfield. The creation of heaven and earth. Life and death, separation and separation. Cowardly and powerful collision. Greed and dying for a lifetime. Autumn rain and autumn rain hurt. All melt into a feeling, an imposing manner. It broke out from the body of Fan.

No sword, no arrows. No daggers, no poisonous smoke. There are no small means, no big noise. The arm of the probe does not follow the road of Jian, and the work is not through the sky. Fan Xian abandoned everything. Just turned myself into a gust of wind. A gray light, in the shortest moment of the light, forced all the power of his own to go out through the palm of his hand. He bowed to the emperor's knees and seriously injured the body!

The overbearing instinct of the majestic inflicts on the wounds in his body. In a decisive manner, to speed beyond his ability. Was sent out violently.

Countless soot, bright in the cold autumn.

Mobile phone! sent to the finger,

! Circle! Infuriating does not spit out. Contrary to inside,

!子! Jianqi does not have a fingertip,

!Net! But it is as solid as a stone. He stabbed into the emperor's armpit.

Shipped to the palm, the air is like the wind of the East China Sea. Crazy out. It sweeps the surface of Yushan, leaving no trace of gravel. He was heavily photographed on the chest of the emperor's majesty.

cut. Refers to. Zhang, I have been in the past for years. It refers to a road of life and death, and the palm of the hand separates the boundary between the father and the son!

Fan Xian’s life has never been so strong, and Qing Emperor’s life has never been so weak. The father and son couldn’t even look at each other for a moment. It turned into two shadows in front of the Taiji Temple, and they were close to each other. It seems that there are countless remarks of yellow paper lanterns in the air that have been smashed by hurricanes. It sounded tiresome.

At this moment, the speed of the free-spirited body has risen to an alarming level. The afterimage is not left, just a glimpse of gray. Around the body of the emperor, I don’t know how many dozens of attacks were made in the blink of an eye. Hundreds of notes!

There is rain on the ground of the bluestone. Suddenly it was like a path taken by the water-avoiding beads. Spreading to the sides, revealing the clean stone bricks in the middle, and about half of the palms on the stone bricks, the emperor and Fan Xian's figure, the volley swept and flew, and instantly separated from the front position of the Taiji Temple. Fly lightning toward the northeast!

All the way through the splash of water to avoid, all the way blood from the air flying into the line.

With a bang, the figure of the smudged yellow smashed through the palace gate at the wall of the palace, and shattered the thick palace door directly, shaking up the wood chips.

The sawdust image contains powerful power and the arrows are shot in all directions. Shot through the round stone gate behind the palace gate. Arouse a piece of stone. Deeply broke into the vermilion palace wall.

It is also these wood chips that are shot from the side of the Ming Huang figure. Let the wind like chasing the soul, the shadow of the chasing soul, the general fan leisure, forced to slow down. The body appeared in the air.

The bright yellow figure broke the palace gate. Then he slammed into the large copper water tank in the wall. There was a muffled sound and a figure was shown.

The one still has no blood and water. Out of the air. A slamming sound shook a delicate wrist. If lightning strikes, the metal is cold and the wrist is turned over. Pinch on the soft throat.

Pinched on the throat of the palace lady.

Slamming. The Emperor’s armpitlessly leaned against the big copper tank and squirted a blood, but his pale cheeks floated with a hint of weird smile. One of his arms has broken. There were four or five finger holes and three palm prints on the body, and blood stained the robes on his body. Let the golden dragon on the bright yellow clothes look extraordinarily embarrassing, but it is especially bleak.

Fan leisure slowly put down the bridge that covers his left palm and right fist. The wood chips also made his body start to ooze out of the clothes. He coughed fiercely. Coughing up the bloodshot, the previous blow was already a blow to his life, and he was forced to stop. It’s impossible to play the unpredictable speed, and his meridians have been cut most. Just like countless knives. Scratching in his body, the pain is so sad.

The injury of the emperor's majesty is even heavier. It’s too heavy to add. It seems that it may disappear from the world at any time, but there is no slight joy in Fan’s face. After a quick cough, his expression returned to calm. Looking at the emperor who leaned back and waited for the breath of the copper tank. No words at all.

It was only his eyes that revealed his true emotions, and the emotions were complicated... He looked at the emperor Laozi. I always feel that this scene is not real. As high as the Snowy Mountains. Icy, biting, powerful and indestructible, the Emperor’s Majesty... actually there will be a time when the mountains are running out of water?

When did the appearance of the majesty become so old?

"Your Majesty, you are defeated." Fan Xian bowed slightly. Use the **** dresses and sleeves. Wipe off the blood stains on the lips. The eyes looked at the emperor in a complicated way.

The sentence he said is very meaningless. There are at least ten wounds on Qingdi’s body. Especially the fracture of the left arm. The wound in the abdomen is constantly squirting blood.

Just as the emperor’s previous words to Wu Zhu said. There are no gods in this world. Wu Zhu is not, he is not, the betrayal suffered in this year. Assassination. The injury stretched to this time, and today it was a battle with Wuzhu. Once again, the arm was broken and the ambush was sneaked into the realm of the realm. The most powerful king in the world has already reached the final moment.

Then the emperor's face was still hanging with a hint of ridicule and indifference, and his three fingers were still gently placed on the throat of the palace lady. There is a gun in the hands of the palace lady.

The emperor looked at Fan Xian. But he did not pay attention to his words, but hoarse voice. Coughing blood, with a gentle look at Fan Ruo Ruo. After watching it for a long time, he said: "He said that it is not easy to be a good emperor... First of all, you must abandon some unnecessary emotions. You can't be soft. If you are. You are soft today. This is Fatal error."

Miss Fan Jia wearing a palace dress. The face is still calm, but her slightly wrinkled eyebrows. It shows that her heart is not as calm as her appearance.

Since last autumn, she has been taken to the palace by her majesty. I have been accompanying this lonely king in the royal study. Day after day, another day. She saw too many times under the oil lamp, wearing a coat to review the slim figure. I heard too many sound sickness couches and coughed out, and I saw too many of this thin old man wrinkled his eyebrows. Gradually……

The windy day of the New Year's Eve. She is picking up the stars upstairs. Looking at the bright yellow figure in the distance through the glass, I always felt that it was unreal, so her fingers did not tremble in the slightest, but today the gap between the palace gates. Looked at the old one. Very familiar with the face of the king, I do not know why, she chose to aim at the arm of the emperor. Not a fatal part.

His Majesty the Emperor said it was right. At that moment, Fan Ruo Ruo had a soft heart.

"Girls are extroverted, and Chen Shantou kept trying to soften his heart and mind during the year. I don't care. You like this rogue, and you know it. It's just that you guys have thought about it, this year. You softened you. Or are you softened by the shackles?"

The emperor spoke in a calm and indifferent manner, and did not summon the **** who was exiled to the harem by the court, nor did he stop bleeding. It seems that he did not care about the blood flowing out of his body. There was a slight smile on the lips.

Fan Ruoruo’s body trembled a little, and Fan’s eyes blinked slightly. Looking at the front is familiar, but very strange. The Emperor’s relationship with his own relationship was extremely complicated, and he was not surprised by what was born. I admire the culmination of my heart and my mind. It was a critical moment in the past. Under his desperate struggle, the emperor seemed to be defeated. In fact, he still chose the best route and broke the palace gate. I found the gunman and took control of her.

Fan is holding his thin lips tightly. Suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty. Do not try to threaten me with her life."

"Do you accept the threat of slamming?" The emperor turned his head slowly. Let the blood be soaked in his robes and ask in a mocking tone.

Fan is silent for a moment. Shaking his head and looking at Fan Ruo-roo said: "If you die, I will accompany you."

Fan Ruoruo’s face was white, and after a moment of silence, he said: “My sister is not afraid of death.”

"Away from the fear of life and death. Is it a great thing?" The emperor stared at Fan’s eyes. Suddenly snoring and smirking: "Your face is like your mother, but the lips are somewhat like me, thin and ruthless. It really is not fake."

After a moment, the imperious emperor suddenly said: "This life has never been defeated."

I don't know why, Fan Fan has always been able to have a calm or even coldness that ordinary people can't. However, in such a tense moment. He heard the words of the emperor's majesty, but there was a trace of acid from the bottom of his heart, a trace of empty, a trace of anger, cold voice yelling at the emperor and shouting loudly: "Enough!"

The emperor quietly looked at the son's eyes. Watching him feel handsome and slightly distorted by anger. Suddenly smiled coldly. It seems to be laughing at the other side. The other side is afraid. And that I don’t know where to come from, weirdly angry.

Empty palace. In addition to the rain on the ground, and the countless bodies of flesh and blood, only four people can stand. Fan is standing beside Wu Zhushu, watching indifferently at the point where he is not far away, he does not know what he is thinking. He is really afraid. But that anger is definitely not born of fear, but because of another sorrowful feeling.

From there to the distance, the distance is extremely short. Fan Xian seems to have the opportunity to shoot, but his Majesty is within three feet of Fan Ruo. No one dares to carry out this kind of adventure in the eyes of a big master, although Fan Ruoru’s hand is still carrying that heavy weight. Although anyone can see it, the Emperor’s majesty has already dried up and dying.

"This life has never been defeated." The Emperor looked down at his son and the five bamboos in front of him. Slowly raise the sleeves and wipe the blood from the lips. The indifferent opening said: "He just feels it, it seems that he is going to die..."

Failure and death are two concepts. Failure is the outcome. Life and death are often destined, and the failure of a king will surely lead to his death. And a king died, but it was not because he failed.

Today's Qing Emperor may have been surrounded by the breath of death, but he did not fail because he died today. In fact, it was doomed a long time ago.

There is no real king in the world, the body of the emperor. These years have been violently angry. The disturbance may not rest. Many things in the past year have made these instincts find ways to hurt him in the flesh and quickly destroy his vitality. Accelerate his aging process. However, the emperor's knees fell slightly. Looking at Fan Leisure indifferently, I did not understate the truth that this is destined to make the other party feel infinitely shocked.

"Even if you die, you have to kill you this counter." The emperor coughed twice, coughing and he bent slightly. There is a hint of faintness in the cough, "Li Shidi Jiangshan is destined to be unified. As long as you are dead. No matter who the two sons are enthroned, the world will still be Daqing."

The city of Nanjing is in full swing. It’s just a slap in the face of a flame, or if Fan Fan’s return from the temple, it’s hidden in the sky. Where did the Qing Emperor go to find him? The great cause of Nanqing Qianqiu can not be presented. Even if Qingdi knows that his body will decline, how can he be safe?

Today's game. But Jun is going to kill the minister. The father wants to kill the child. However, who can be expected to be in the palace at this time. But it changed the situation. In the lonely court, the emperor was facing the hostility.

At this moment, the Emperor felt a little exhausted. He quietly looked at Fan Xi, and suddenly found that his heart’s killing of this son was not as strong as he imagined. What is this because? Perhaps the king’s murderous source is just the anger that makes him angry and betrayed him. Not for the sake of celebrating the country?

No rule without a pulse. A ruthless person. Once angry with disappointment. Once emotional, it is just a mortal.

His Majesty the Emperor suddenly felt that if he died like this, he would be very lonely. The relatives under Huang Quan, Cheng Hao. Chengze, Empress, what kind of indifference will they look at themselves? Can the mother be still in the underworld? Is the woman’s soul still looking at herself with the seemingly gentle, but incomparably ?

A sense of loneliness. Occupy the old emperor's body, he suddenly found out in the last battle of life. She is still facing her gun, her servant, her...with her own son.

It turned out to be a lifetime, and finally I was fighting with her, and I thought about it. The emperor’s squatting face revealed a sorrowful smile. Is it destined to be defeated in her hands? The figure of Ming Huang was slightly shaken, and the gun in the hand of Fan Ruoru was lifted by his hand in the volley, and the knuckles were slightly exerted. The overbearing instinct in the king's body is like a river, a river, and the sea. After a whisper. The barrel was actually bent alive!

The emperor’s majesty was infuriating. The injury became more serious, but he just blinked. Looking coldly at the broken iron and iron that was thrown under his feet, it was like looking at the woman for a long time.

"If the old five is no longer in the world. How good." The emperor kneeled down his head and suddenly sighed softly and slowly raised his head. Watching squatting on the ground. The five bamboos that leaned on the legs of Fan’s legs shook his head extremely difficult.

"Uncle can't remember a lot of things - love."

"But what happened is after all. He will one day think about what happened in the past and know something. He... always wants to kill." The pale emperor looked at the dementia without words. Like a child. Trying to stand up. But he couldn’t stand up to Wu Zhu. He suddenly said: "The fifth child, you have forgotten something. It is... happiness."

When a powerful character begins to become so embarrassed, does it mean that he is really old? Or is it in the return of light? Fan looked at the broken emperor Laozi suddenly, and suddenly felt a emptiness in his chest. . A convulsion. He always felt that everything happened today is too weird. Not at all true.

The emperor’s eyes were deep and the light was gradually dimming. Looking at Fan Xian whispered: "Not you, after all, your mother won."

He looked at Fan Leisure with sarcasm. There is no trace of emotion, but it is like a powerful king in the past few years. Laughing and said: "The kind of warrior is the place of your emperor... What kind of temperament is the third person, you know. In the future, no matter how you do it. This world. Always surnamed Li's world."

"You said that even if you are flooded after death, you have to think about it." The emperor looked at Fan Xian, and the smile on his lips was getting stronger. It is also increasingly filled with ridicule: "Your mother is only trying to change the course of history. You are tempted to stop the process of history. This is how arrogant and naive."

After Fan Silence had been silent for a long time, he suddenly said: "In fact, you or me, in history, are just very inconspicuous splashes."

"No, there will be a page on the history book." The emperor's scorpion flashed a glimpse of coldness and pride.

Fan Xian did not say anything, he found it at this moment. It turned out that I still underestimated the emperor, who had said what he had done on weekdays and what he had done. There is no way to get rid of him. Even the red bean rice on the north side, he knows...

At this time, there was a pool of blood in the field, and Fan did not move. I don’t dare to move because my sister is under the control of her majesty. He doesn't even know how to solve the situation at hand. I don't know if the weakness at the moment is an illusion, or if people are going to die. I really saw something.

For this emperor Laozi. Fan Xian has an innate awe, even if he is at this time, he still does, he does not know whether the banned army outside the palace will break through the pre-stay. Once again, forcibly opening the palace gate, he did not know what the shadow and the leaf were. He didn't even know why the Yao **** had never appeared.

What makes him feel infinitely chilly. Will you let Wu Zhushu, his sister, and himself accompany him to bury him before he dies? Until now. He still believes. Emperor Laozi has this strength.

The emperor raised his head in difficulty and squinted his eyes across the palace wall. Looking at the blue sky to the east of the sky, it seems that there may be something beautiful to happen there.

He looked at the sky, but the wrinkles in his eyes shook a little. It seems to think of something. The right hand outside the dragon sleeves, slightly curved, seems to want to hold something, and the light in his eyes gradually condenses from the glow. Seems to want to see something clearly. There are countless pictures in his mind, and he seems to want to remember something.

No one knows his physical condition better than Qing Emperor himself. Perhaps starting from the snowy days of the eighth day. He foresees that his day will come, and this is not a debt. It was just a fate, but why was there such a strong unwillingness in his heart that he frowned, like a question, facing the clean blue sky after being washed by the rain. Keep asking questions.

When I was a teenager, I was in the ruin of the palace. When you are young, you travel to the world with friends. The growth is seen in the black waters of Baishan in the prime of life. On the grasslands of the setting sun, horses gallop. Leading countless young people to lay a vast territory. The sword refers to the world. To lay a bigger country. It is intended to be a generation of generations, a world of no life, and a history of history.

However all this. But I have to stop here. How can I be willing?? There are still many things that have not been done...

If Qingdi knows these characters who are in the river of others growing up. For example, Ye Xiaomei. For example, Wuzhu, such as Fan Leisure. In fact, it is not the world's people, will not be born, and I will die. Sigh with the sin of non-war?

He is just thinking.

If there is no such woman. I didn't follow her to the world's fifth, and there was no security. Maybe there is no internal library, there are not many things. However, can't I lay this piece of land myself?

Do not. The same can be done, it’s a big deal, and there’s no nameless trick. What about the big master’s daring to fight against the street, this should not exist. No?

Just... If there is no such thing, if there is no leaf light eyebrow, maybe there will be no such paragraph in this life... a really happy day?

The emperor's eyebrows smashed. Forgot the passing of life in the body. Just caught in this question, this problem was originally in the small building, Fan Xian once mentioned. However until this time. His Majesty the Emperor really asked himself, perhaps because of the past few decades. He has never dared to ask himself this question.

He regained his gaze. Responding to calm, the dying king still has the supreme power and mind. He looked at Fan Fan and Wu Zhu in front of him indifferently. It seems that it is possible to use the last glory of life to burn the other's life.

There was a long silence.

Fan Xian once again erased the blood from his lips and watched the movement of the Emperor's majesty nervously, but he did not even discover that he was not only the thin lips like the emperor. This is the action of wiping blood, and it is like the other side.

The Emperor suddenly smiled, his lips curled up in a strange way, and then he gradually smiled and smiled indifferently: "I know what is in the box today. But there is one thing in this life that is extremely curious."

His eyes looked at Wuzhu. One word and one sentence said: "I really want to know what the Tibetan land behind this black cloth is."

The most powerful king in the world, the last goal in the world, chose Wuzhu instead of Fan Leisure, perhaps because Fan Xian is his flesh and blood, perhaps because he thinks Wuzhu is a temple that makes him bored. messenger. It is really **** necessary, perhaps because Qingdi always believes that things in the world should always be solved by people in the world, and should not let the shrines like **** to intervene.

Perhaps it was only because of the last moment of the Qing Emperor discovered some of the descriptions of Fan Xian. It is very similar to myself. All in all, he is just like a lightning hand. Split the air. Attacked the five bamboo ground door. And let go of Fan Leisure.

Fan has survived. In front of the last blow of the emperor. His hands were shaken like leaves, and they couldn't stop it. They could only watch the palm of the emperor's arm. Mixed with the last instinct of life, squatting on the door of Wuzhu.

A glimpse of the Qing Emperor. Wuzhu cervical vertebra suddenly smashed. Looking up towards the rear. The black cloth fell. Time... It seems to have condensed at this moment.

The black cloth floated slowly in the breeze.

A black cloth was placed on the glass window of the supervision yard to cover the glare of the palace. A black cloth was placed on the eyes of Wuzhu. Used to cover this day.

This piece of black cloth does not know how many years it has been covered. It seems that it will never be untied, hundreds of years, thousands of years. Tens of thousands of years. always like this.

Today the black cloth fell down, under the black cloth. It is... a rainbow.

A rainbow sprang from the middle of the eyebrows of Wu Zhu Qing Xiu. From the pair of clear and clever and stunned eyes, the illuminating palace square illuminates in an instant, running through the yellow figure!

The rainbow runs through the body of the Emperor, and his bright face is unbelievable. Then hit heavily on the temple of Taiji Temple. Turned into a fire dragon. Instantly ignite the entire palace!

Just an instant. The emperor’s underarms suddenly turned into a calm, and in this piece of fire, he proudly straightened his body. Although there is only one arm. He stood up straight. The moment before going. There was a trace of disdain in my mind - it was. However, this is still the case.

The most powerful person in the world is the moment of death. Still left a strong back to the extreme back. This back is particularly cold in this warm rainbow. silence. Xiaosuo. Lonely, but unusual... proud.

The sky is flying gray, and it gradually falls. If used to sacrifice impermanence to firecrackers. Spread in the blood pool of the square in front of the palace.

At the same time, the Oriental Scorpio, which crossed the palace wall, always felt that there would be a place where beautiful things happened. After the rain, a rainbow finally appeared. Overlooking the entire world.

Into the night. The raging Taiji Temple fire has been extinguished, thanks to the rain and the earth today. Otherwise, the fire is only afraid to burn the entire Nanqing Palace into a ruin.

Was closed to the main entrance of the Imperial City. Not long after the appearance of the rainbow vision. It was forcibly broken by the army of the court. No one can conceal the news of the emperor’s spurt, even though it is until this time. Those who have grief and grief are extremely angry. Still can't find his will.

It is not the Northern Qi Assassin in the Hedgehog, it is the most embarrassing rebellion in the history of Nanqing. The villain, Fan Xian. The court confirmed the news in the first time, if it was not Hu University and the heavy weight of the injured but not dead. Forcibly suppressing the grief and anger of the whole of Kyoto, perhaps this night, Fan House and many houses in Guogong Lane. They have all been burned into rotten houses, and the people inside are even more fortunate.

In addition to Hu University and Ye Zhong. Really control the situation. Still the danger of being in the country, he climbed the dragon chair to the three emperors Li Chengping. Under the strong control of the Nanqing Emperor. The situation in Kyoto has not gone out of control.

of course. In the meantime, the old Supervisory Academy and some hidden forces have played a role. Nobody knows.

At this time, the court was again smashed, and the reward was as high as the jaw-dropping. However, most people expected that it appeared in a place that no one could think of.

He is still in the palace. Under the cover of the night, the eyes of the direction of the Taiji Temple were taken back. Walking in a quieter building than the cold palace, the Taiji Temple has been burnt down, and the small building has already been burned into a waste ash. He walked in the long grass without knees and bowed his head slightly. I don't know what to do. Or. He just wanted to come to Ye Xiaomei to talk about all that happened today?

Fan’s eyes narrowed and he looked at the person who appeared next to the small building’s ruins. He seemed to have some thoughts.

The person who appeared was Yao eunuch, and he walked facelessly into the face of Fan. Hand over a small box. The sound of the sand whispered: "This is what your Majesty left for you."

Fan Xian took the box and looked at Yao’s **** who disappeared into the night. I am not worried that the other party will call the master to besiege myself. The palace is a world, and the palace is a world. In the world of the palace. Presumably no one will want to be disadvantaged at this time. Even if someone thinks. It is also impossible to be this moment.

What did you leave to your Majesty? Why should you stay? Did he know that he couldn’t live today? Fan looked at the box in his hand, and realized why the former Yao **** had not been kneeling down. He has a very strange task.

Open the box, the box is a white and a thin letter, Fan leisure body is stiff. Recognize what this is in the first time.

This was when he explored the palace at night. One of the three things that I saw under the wind bed of the Queen Mother, the land key has already been copied by him. The box was opened successfully, and the day and the letter were the other two.

Four years ago, the princess was at the time of the Kyoto rebellion. Fan Xian tried to find these two things again, and found that he was no longer in the Hall of Light, but now he wants to come. It must have been placed somewhere else.

His Majesty later knew that the key was in his own hands, so he just left the letter and the white scorpion to himself.

Fan used his fingertips to gently rub the surface of the white. Set the god. I opened the envelope that was not sealed, and looked at it carefully. Gradually his brow wrinkled and the fork stretched out.

This is a letter written by Ye Xiaomei to Qing Emperor. From the content of the letter, he knows what the day is. This was the day when the Queen Mother gave the demon girl Ye Qingmei eyebrows to use her own white, and... When Ye Xiaomei received the will in Taiping’s hospital, she directly sent the white scorpion back to the palace and sent it to the Queen Mother. Before the bed.

Presumably, only Wu Zhushu can do this. I am afraid that the Queen Mother will be terrified. So she kept keeping this white scorpion to deepen her hatred of Ye Huimei, the demon girl?

However, in addition to telling this story with a sly smile, to express his own strong dissatisfaction, there is no other content worthy of attention in this letter. The whole story is just a short story of the parents, how the Wuzhu, how the Fan Jian in the Qinglou, coupled with those boring and hard-writing, really can not bear to die.

Fortunately, only two pages of thin paper, Fan leisure more and more do not understand why the emperor Laozi would cherish this letter so much. Even in the end, I have to leave it to myself? Is it true that I had previously thought wrong, whether it was a day or a key, or this letter, is it actually hidden under the light temple, not the Taihou Tibetan?

He shook his head and stopped thinking that these were destined to be in the memory. No one knew the answer, but then noticed the handwriting behind the second stationery.

These handwritings are powerful. It controls the emotions and writes in an orderly manner. It is obviously a handwriting.

Fan Xian looked at it carefully. After watching it for a long time. Gently sighed, hands tight, subconsciously want to destroy this letter, then carefully put the letter back into the envelope, put it in your arms.

"Nothing wrong."

This is the last words that Qing Emperor left behind the letterhead. It seems to be an unusually powerful and proud announcement. However, the announcement of a lost woman on a letterhead may actually be a faint question.

However, no one can answer this question. In addition to history. No, even those eloquent history books, I am afraid that it is impossible to judge the merits of the emperor’s life.

Made by the leaves of the eyebrows. Chen Pingping issued. He had only hatred against His Majesty the Emperor, but his relationship with the Emperor. It’s just that the blood is so simple, the soul inside him can not recognize the blood. But can not get rid of the past years of these years. This kind of emotion is extremely complicated. So that it is not a word at all.

The emperor died. Fan Fan still feels numb and cold from the body to the heart, can't believe this fact. He always felt that the man was the most powerful and the most impossible person to win in the world. How did he die? He seemed to be somewhat relieved, but he did not avenge his vengeance. He seemed to be sad. But I can't cry. He was just numb and numbly standing in the cold wind.

It is known from the letter that there is really no king in the world. It turns out that the body of the emperor Laozi has not been able to do this year. It turned out to be like Ye Xiaomei said. Let everyone be a king of his own, not a kingdom... Fan Xian and his insistence on belief are not.

- Just like that snowy night. He said to the emperor. All he asked for was peace of mind, but it was only a personal grievance, and it did not involve a big proposition of correctness or not. Be aware that human beings are not a kind of pursuit of the right species. Correct is not justice. Because justice always has a position.

He suddenly remembered that Jing Wangye had a collection of letters on the leaves and light eyebrows. I thought that when I was in the emperor’s letter, I was always talking about the world, about the people’s livelihood. It’s only one letter like the one that is so common in today’s voice. Perhaps it is for this reason that the Emperor’s Majesty is especially cherished.

I miss this. His lips and lips could not help but a bitter smile. The emperor’s kneeling and the leaves were light, and there was no doubt that they were the best in the world. I can't say the best of luck. However, the two met at a time. It’s really not a happy thing, and I’m a woman with a leafy brow. It is not a pain. However, Ye Xiaomei met Qingdi. It is even more difficult to say sadly.

Fan Xian is standing in the night palace. Standing between the long grass. Looking at the traces of the small building in a daze. Until this time. He still doesn't know where Ye Xiaomei is buried. Father Fan Jian’s words that year. Now know that it is just a comfort. In the small building, the woman in the yellow shirt has turned into an ashes and goes with the wind. The emperor’s majesty also turns into an ashes and goes with the wind. Perhaps in a corner of the world, they will touch each other again?

Quietly standing for a long time, he covered it in the darkness, and went to the direction of the Taiji Temple, ready to go out of the palace, see the palace in the night, hear the sound of the green in the royal study, see Those new ministers who shed their condolences and are really thoughtful, can't help feeling.

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