Nightfall

In the courtyard, the corpse of Guxi, the military division, was gradually burned to ashes, and the residual snow on the stone slab gradually melted into a strange humanoid island. What made these pictures happen was the small fireballs that the deceased once scornfully mentioned.

Ning Que stood by and watched silently. He didn't know that the older brother would be satisfied with his performance in the winter garden of the General Mansion. He was only satisfied with his previous performance.

Military division Guxi is such a powerful rune. This is indeed something he did n’t think of. He can tear the heaven and earth into countless fine turbulent cracks. Guxi has used at least thirty runes, and can still Let these runes not conflict with each other, the means is really shocking. Facing the long-planned means or plan of the enemy, he chose the simplest and most direct response. In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy is as fragile as Can Xue in the fire. He is very satisfied with his previous response.

When that fist blasted Guxi's head, the sadness and stagnation between his chest and abdomen seemed to be blasted at the same time, an open and clear, recalling the ten million stones in front of the gate of Mozong Mountain, he understood many things.

In the shadow of the winter tree, a lot of unwillingness came into his mind. Those unpleasant feelings were the so-called block barriers. Why do you cast block barriers, and with the awe-inspiring spirit in your chest, why raise noble spirits? When you want to kill the person you should kill, kill him directly. What do you think about and what do you think about?

"I came from the mountains, rivers, and grasslands, and I came from the village generals' palace, so I only came to take your life."

Ning Que whispered that this simplified revenge poem written by Sang Sang, holding Park knife in both hands and erasing all the traces of footprints left on the ground, he was not worried about what evidence he would be grasped by Xiahou, but he was very Be careful not to let the world discover the truth that they have been enchanted.

After finishing these things, he jumped out of the gray wall, and I do n’t know in a distant house where a clear scent came again. After he was startled, he walked out of the alleyway, his face calm and serene. A **** of death who ran out of bone claws from the underworld and wanted revenge is just a traveler eager to return home.

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When Ning Que returned to the General Mansion, there was chaos inside and outside the Winter Garden. All the school captain's servants' faces were filled with shock and fear. The news of the death of Gu Xi, who wanted to come, had spread. He had no expression and walked silently. By the carriage beside the stone gate in Dongyuan, I took the luggage handed over from the mountain.

On the stone steps outside the winter garden, General Xiahou is saying goodbye to his brother. There is no emotion on that cold and iron face. It seems that the death of the loyal subordinate has no effect on his state of mind.

Suddenly Xiahou looked back at Ning Que.

Ning Que looked back at him calmly.

Although Xiahou's arm had just been cut off, Ning Que didn't have any vigilance in his heart. He and Xiahou both killed many people and violated many laws of Tang Dynasty. Their status is not ordinary. As long as there is no evidence and they are not caught on the spot, then there is no way to take them.

Looking at the domineering eyebrow raised slightly by the middle-aged man on the stone steps, and the unobtrusive cold killing intention in the other person's eyes, Ning Que remembered the fist that could not be stopped by Hulan Haipan, and then remembered the one he shot earlier Punched and laughed.

At this time, Ning Que wanted to tell Xiahou that I would wait for you in Changan City, waiting to kill you, but he said nothing, quietly picked up the heavy suitcase, followed the brother in the carriage, and gently pulled A handful of mountains.

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"Actually, the most important thing is to be happy."

In the humble carriage, the master looked at the street view of Tuyang City outside the window and suddenly said: "Hate can't be washed away with blood, so killing people really doesn't mean much."

Then he looked back at Ning Que, and said gently: "I'm not talking about forgiveness, of course, I don't want you to be killed at any time. It's just that if this kind of thing continues to develop, it's hard to find an end, and it's not stopped. People ’s revenge is a very troublesome thing. My brothers and sisters and I can hide in the backyard of the academy, but if you want to join the WTO, there is no way to hide. The name of the academy is as heavy as thirty pounds of pig head meat. Even if Tang Lu is harsh, if the other party is not afraid of death, he will naturally not care about it. "

Ning Que listened to the instructions of his brother and nodded in silence, but said nothing.

The cold wind lifted the curtains of the carriage, and somehow the rich greenery came again. He looked out of the window. It was almost dusk, and the streets of Tuyangcheng, which was sparsely populated during the day, seemed to be much more lively. Sergeants and ordinary people all had happy smiles on their faces. The **** incident that happened not long ago did not have much impact on the life of the secular world.

Ning Que didn't know what to think of. He jumped off the carriage and walked into a still-open local shop on the street. After buying something for Sang Sang, when he walked out of the shop, a loud muffled sound suddenly sounded in the distant city wall. He was slightly surprised. Going, I saw a few fireworks shot into the air, illuminating the gradually deep night.

He stood on the street with a paper bag, looked at the beautiful fireworks, and smiled on his face.

Today is the New Year's Day. Every household in Tuyang City is making dumplings. No wonder the whole city is full of pungent onions.

The sound of fireworks ended the 14 years of the apocalypse.

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The night just came to Chang'an City.

At the entrance of Linshi Alley, a black carriage was parked, but there was no horse. The carriage was dull and made of stainless steel cast iron, with complicated lines engraved on it, and there was too much ash between the lines, so it seemed a bit decadent.

A wet rag came up from the bottom of the carriage and wiped off the ash in the complicated lines of the carriage. The lines suddenly restored their original vitality and became beautiful and vivid.

Sang San put the rag into the bucket and scrubbed it hard. Then he wiped the reddish hands frozen by the well water on the apron, glanced at the closed door beside the old pen, and then lifted the bucket hard. Entered the shop.

At the New Year ’s festival last year, the shopkeeper Wu and Aunt Wu invited her to eat with Ning Que, probably because of the turmoil of the previous days. She agreed.

Sang Sang saw it, so she didn't go to dinner.

She walked back to the patio and dumped the dirty water. She watched the corners of the old and new and the two urns would be dumbfounded. Then she went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles for her. There was no fried eggs, just a few more onions. New year.

The next door invited her to eat her New Year's Eve dinner, Sang Sang didn't care, rather she was not at home, so she was willing to have a simpler life. After eating the noodles, she closed the shop door, and then climbed into the cool Bei Kang to get into the futon in.

She was born with a weak constitution, and it was very difficult to cover the bedding with body temperature. She was used to taking a long time to fall asleep, so she put her thin fingers in front of her eyes and looked at the burning finger Mo Hao Tian Shenhui took this time to pass the time, and then counted the silver ticket under the pillow again before closing his eyes.

On the last night of the 14th year of the Apocalypse, Haotian seemed to add some firework-like beauty to the world, quietly dispersing the thick snow clouds above the Changan City, letting the stars shine towards the quiet or lively house.

The light Xinghui fell on Lai Bi Zhai in Lin 47 Lane, on the two lonely urns in the patio, and also on the surrounding wall of Lao Bi Zhai's backyard. There is a lonely cat in the snow at the head of the wall. It is licking the wound left after snatching food with the same kind in winter snow, looking up at the stars, and meowing softly in pain.

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For an empire to be strong and prosperous, many people need to put more effort into it, especially the bureaucracy that keeps the empire running. On the first day of the Chinese New Year, when the people in Chang'an City were still asleep or hangovers, many government offices in the court had already begun to work in advance, especially the government offices responsible for the security of the capital were all in action.

Dozens of government officials in Chang'an Prefecture held iron chains and arrived at Lin 47 Lane. The alley on New Year's Day was covered with thick snow on the gray wall. It was not as lively and warm as in previous years, but became depressed. Suddenly.

The government officials knocked on all the shops facing the street, politely and undoubtedly asked the people in the shops to leave, whether they were visiting relatives or shopping in Xicheng, in short, they were not allowed to stay in the alleys.

Wu Er, who sells fake antiques, scolded and got on the carriage. Aunt Wu looked back at the closed door next to the carriage, thinking that Sang Sang was still in the shop, should n’t it be okay?

Sang Sang was fine. She got up early as usual, but after eating leftovers from yesterday and scrubbing the table and chairs, she could n’t find anything else to do, so she sat at the table and supported Chin dazed.

Just then, the door of Lao Bi Zhai was knocked.

She opened the door.

Outside Lao Bi Zhai is the servant of several Changan houses, with a cold and even fierce face. The iron chain in his hands clinks in the cold wind. It should not be blown by the wind, but shaken by the hand.

The leading middle-aged official was wearing a cyan official uniform, his brows were pale, and his face had a great sense of vicissitudes. It was the most powerful head-hunting master, Tieying, in Chang'an Prefecture.

Tieying looked at the black and thin little maid in front of her, and stunned slightly, and asked, "Are you Sang Sang?"

Sang Sang slightly stunned and nodded.

Tieying looked at her and frowned and asked, "A few days ago, did an old man stay with you?"

Sang Sang looked up at him.

Tieying took out a portrait ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and handed it to her.

Sang Sang looked at it and confirmed that what they were looking for was the teacher, saying, "He is dead."

"I know." Tie Ying said: "This old man is a prisoner wanted by the court. You have kept him for such a long time, but you haven't reported it to the government. It is suspected of being fierce, so you have to go with us."

Sang Sang thought for a while, looked up at him and asked seriously, "How long will it take?"

Tie Ying and the Chang'an government office behind him were stunned.

They were instructed to arrest the prisoner today, but they did not expect to be such a young black skinny maid, and this black skinny maid did not show any fear, which made them feel a little more difficult to understand.

Sang Sang then asked: "Want to bring a bedding?"

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(Around five thirty in the next chapter)