I am a man and you are a woman, why do you have to stand in front of me...
After thinking about it, Xie Fu smiled softly, stood up, and said sternly into the air in front of him: "If you dare not come, I will kill you back."
"If I fuck you...and rob you, what about the famous lady? What about the unparalleled national scholar?"
"Then dump you and let you have a taste of this."
Xie Fu burst out laughing as he spoke.
The parting between life and death makes him miserable. He has never experienced anything, and his attitude is optimistic and open-minded.
It is no bigger than life and death, and other trivial matters are just a piece of cake.
Silently, the sunset came quietly, and the forest sea in the distance was bathed in light red and dim yellow, as if covered with a layer of soft and hazy light red clothes, like a gentle and passionate girl, beautiful and picturesque.
Above the hanging mountain are pure white clouds, as pure and elegant as Wang Wanzhi's eyes, continuous and smooth.
Looking at the cloud, Xie Fu felt that Wang Wanzhi seemed to be staring at him from afar. The casual glance flashed into his heart, and the gentle and infatuated glance revealed a bit of sadness.
Xie Fu's heart trembled, I wasn't good enough to her, at least I made her feel uneasy.
At this moment, the sound of galloping horse hooves came from afar, shaking Xie Fu's heart like thunder. It was the only exciting sound in the wilderness at sunset.
coming!
Xie Fu stood up excitedly. He felt that he should assume a proud posture.
But when I saw the black horse with its hooves tumbling, its long mane flying, and its magnificent posture, it looked like it had traveled through a difficult journey.
The man in white on horseback is like a snow swallow flying in a storm.
Seemingly seeing Fu Xie, the master of the black cavalry raised his whip, his horse roared, and galloped even more vigorously.
The voice was so touching that Xie Fu couldn't bear it any longer, so he ran towards her and called her the most affectionately: "Sister Wan."
Xie Fu got closer to the black horse. When he saw that the owner of the horse's back was not his, Xie Fu was shocked.
An arrow was already shooting towards him. Xie Fu only saw the silver arrow. This arrow was as fast as lightning and powerful enough to penetrate gold. It broke through his weak body-protecting energy, and then broke through his weak-minded Holy Spirit. Clothes.
Click!
The silver arrow pierced the chest and shattered the sternum.
Xie Fu stopped, blood flowed quietly from his nose and mouth,
The phantom on the horse looked surprised when she saw Xie Fu's eyes were dull but he didn't fall down. She firmly believed in her arrow.
Zhang Gong aimed at Xie Fu's forehead.
At this moment, Xie Fu opened his mouth: "Wan..."
It seems that as soon as the tightness in the chest is released, the person collapses.
Seeing this, Mei Xin drew back her bow, cleared her grudge with one arrow, turned her horse's head and left.
The faint red in the sky slowly turned into gloom.
Where Xie Fu lay motionless, a red flower bloomed.
So bright, it is the hottest heart of a man.
Just leave like this, I'm not ready yet.
Master Chuyue still has a breath left and is waiting for me in the world.
Ci Ci has an appointment with me.
He Qing is still waiting for me to come home.
Lan Ning is still waiting for me to clear her name.
Wan Zhi... Wan Zhi returns...
The surroundings were silent, and he was like a child abandoned in the wilderness, so helpless and unwilling.
I must be half-hearted, damn it, even God can't stand it.
When the moment of death really came, Xie Fu realized that he was so afraid of death.
As night falls, the wilderness is quiet, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves can be heard in the distance, like an exciting piece of music.
Ta...ta...ta...
The snow beneath him slowly began to slow down.
Wang Wanzhi's heart beat one after another according to the rhythm of the horse's hooves. The feeling of heartbeat was so strong, exciting and uneasy.
Feiyun's scream came, and Wang Wanzhi's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she blurted out in excitement: "Fu..."
This sound is as subtle as the moan of a mosquito.
Wang Wanzhi immediately turned over and dismounted, and the moment her feet landed on the ground, she collapsed and knelt down.
She came here holding a breath, moistened her throat, and called softly: "Fu..."
"Are you angry with me?"
Silence, no one responded.
"I can't see, I'm very scared." Wang Wanzhi's voice was full of pleading.
"Can I admit my mistake to you?"
Wang Wanzhi stood up slowly, stretched out his hands to fumble, and his feet were trembling. After taking only a few steps, he fell to the ground.
"I can't do it anymore. I'm leaving. Can you please just give me a shout?"
Following this plea, Wang Wanzhi's red eyes shed tears silently, while crawling and groping with both hands...
And Xie Fu was lying quietly, motionless, less than ten feet away from her.
Feiyun screamed and struggled, but was firmly tied by the rope.
Texue came to Wang Wanzhi, lowered his horse's head, bit her clothes and dragged her to Xie Fu's side.
Wang Wanzhi finally came into contact with her lover.
He fell into a puddle and his clothes were soaked.
Wang Wanzhi's heart suddenly stopped beating, and she touched his face with trembling hands, feeling cool and wet...
She opened her mouth wide and her breathing stopped. It felt like her heart was being ripped out.
A wail ripped through her heart and lungs, burst out of her throat, and penetrated the wilderness.
With tears streaming down her face, Wang Wan pointed her finger to the sky, full of endless hatred. Even if I were a ghost, I couldn't spare you.
"Fu...walk slowly, I'll accompany you."
Wang Wanzhi reached out and touched the sword on Xie Fu's waist.
Zheng!
"I……"
The weak voice sounded like thunder in the silent night. Wang Wan was stunned, as if she was waking up from a dream. Fortunately, it was all a dream.
"I……"
Wang Wanzhi let out a "wow" sound, threw her sword and pounced on it. She laughed while holding Xie Fu's bloody face in her hands and kissed it.
I feel so distressed. I would rather that what Xie Fu suffered would happen to her a hundred times as much.
Xie Fu finally waited for her, he was so happy, he couldn't wait, he was afraid that he would die next moment: I... love you... you believe me. "
Wang Wanzhi felt extremely sad and kissed him while nodding: "Believe you...believe you..."
Xie Fu was so happy: "Wan...I'm cold...hug...hug...hug."
"I'm... with you... forever."
Wang Wanzhi hugged Xie Fu tightly, so softly that she wished her whole body could turn into water: "Forever..."
Xie Fu made a sound, as if he felt Wang Wanzhi's love for the world and was quite excited.
Wang Wanzhi said in a hoarse voice: "Is it still cold?"
"No... uncomfortable... rolling... thinking, I want to be you... rolling."
The essence of the word "gan" is concentrated, straightforward and sincere. It is three points more penetrating than the word "love". At this moment, it is the most beautiful word in the world.
Wang Wanzhi touched his blood-stained lips lightly with her fingers, indicating that he didn't need to say anything. She understood: "Okay."
She untied her belt, took off her light red dress, revealing plain trousers and a thin robe, and encouraged Xie Fu: "Don't die, hold on, you can stretch me out longer."
Xie Fu grinned and bleeded: "Hurry..."
Wang Wanzhi took off the pear blossoms on her body and wiped them with white, revealing the ice muscles and jade bones of the snow and sorrow flowers, so weak but breezy and thin.
Gently kissed Xie Fu's bloody lips.
My heart seems to be pierced, no matter how painful it is, there is no heartache.
Xie Fu is happy, happy and intoxicated.
He strangely felt a certain connection. It was the evil that was eating away at Wang Wanzhi's vitality, and it was also the heavenly vein that he needed to obtain.
Immediately running the secret of pulse seizing inherited from the Confucian sect, something strange happened. Something flowed towards him, like countless streaks of white light. These white lights enveloped him in a vast sea of white light.
It was as if he was bathing in the embrace of a magical world, healing him.
He could feel that his bones, flesh, muscles, blood, and blood were changing and transforming, as mysteriously as transforming from a cocoon into a butterfly.
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