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Volume One Early Morning Empire Chapter 92 Washing Blood with Blood

Ning Que raised his head and looked at him expressionlessly: "But the kind of tiredness is always good. The guy who has learned the mathematics will go to the mathematics department of the college. It will not be difficult to look at the difficult subjects, only I feel that Special Two is always much more tiring than my life. "

"Inexplicably came to such a ghost place. After a few years of good life in the General Mansion, it turned out that because of you, the good days are gone, everyone you know is dead, father is dead, mother is dead, my I ’m only four years old, and as a result, I have to consider the question of survival or death. Do you say I ’m tired? "

When he was four years old, he gripped the hatchet for the first time, killed him for the first time, and then watched the slight black blood flowing down the head of the hatchet into the sticky semi-solid in the cracks of his fingers. It turned out that chocolate hot pot was a very disgusting thing. Afterwards, he washed his hands countless times, but he always felt that he could not wash away the **** smell and the light rusty smell attached to the hatchet. This smell has been with him for twelve years. time.

He stretched his right hand into the rain and allowed the rain to continue to wash, but he always felt that there was no way to wash away the thick blood between his fingers. His face was pale and said: "I did n’t kill anyone before, so I kill now. It ’s easier than doing the question. I ’ve never been married, but I ’m going to take a towing oil bottle and traverse Minshan for thousands of miles. Looking at one person, I feel that he wants to kill me and take the towing oil bottle as my wife. Do you say I am tired? "

"I'm so tired that you are the cause, so I can only relax if I kill all of you. Only when all the blood in your body has run out will I feel that the blood on your hands is washed away, so you can I think this is a cold-blooded revenge, but sometimes I think it is more like washing my hands. "

Ning Que looked at the dying old man and said, "Use your blood to wash the blood on my hands."

After saying this, he squatted down and picked up the chopping knife beside the old man. He looked at the old man and said, "As for whether you can look at this question, ask me when you see the heads of the general's palace after you arrive in the underworld, but I believe you, a boring fellow who can't afford to live up to his loyalty and can't use both sufferings as atonement, can't close his eyes. "

He leaned into the old man's ear and whispered a word, then clenched the hatchet, cut the old man's neck very skillfully, stood up, picked up the hat in the rainwater accumulated in the yard, and put it back on the head again , Pushed open the door and went out.

The rain in the courtyard was still falling, and the sound of ironing was still heard from the iron workshop in front. No one was splitting the wood pile outside the wood house. The hatchet was in the neck of the old man.

Former General Xuanwei Deputy General Chen Zixian, now Changan Dongcheng's downcast ironsmith, staring at the rain from the sky, the fish-like cold eyes are full of bleak despair, unable to close, let the rain hit On the eyeballs, rinse those blood water clean.

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Under the **** umbrella outside the ghetto, Sansan silently looked at the direction of the alley. There was no change in posture from the beginning to the present. His feet in old shoes always stood in the same place, and the rain was getting bigger and wetter. The clothes on her head and left shoulder, but she did not mean to step back a few steps to hide under the eaves.

There was no one in the alley, but footsteps sounded. She looked around and saw that Ning Que, wearing a hat, came out of a certain road on the west side. The cheeks in the shadow of the hat were pale and she hurriedly held the umbrella. Cover him from the rain before, and then leave this street while no one is paying attention.

The second name on the list of oiled papers was finally crossed out today. The killed Chen Zixian was one of the direct killers in the case of the generals ’door annihilation. It ’s not very good to go up. After drying the rain on his face, he lay down on the bsp without washing his feet; these days he is suffering in the old bookstore. Both his body and his spirit have been extremely weak. Today In the rain and killing people, the string that collapsed in the spirit of Qi collapsed to the extreme, and then suddenly became loose, plus the direct cold disease of the cold mountain mud flow bsp; the cold body did not feel too much warmth, even if Sang Sang had covered him with two quilts. He stared at the new paper-paved roof and murmured, "Do you know why I must go to the college? Do you know why I have to work hard in the old bookstore?" Do you stay there? Do you know why I am desperately trying to step into that world? "

Sang Sang was squatting at the door and was busy cooking **** soup, ignoring the nonsense he would come every other year and a half, and had no time to answer these boring questions.

Ning Que turned around and looked at the thin body squatting next to the threshold. After a long silence, he smiled and said: "This is a real nonsense. You certainly know ... But other people don't know, like it, but it is actually the most vulnerable. The least powerful reason is that killing an imperial lord and killing an old blacksmith is so laborious. If I were still my present, there were three knives looking at me who was very powerful ... How can I kill Xiahou and the prince? "

"Xiahou is too powerful." He turned his head and stared back at the newly-pained yellow paper on the roof, muttering, "How to kill the martial arts peak? I don't want to kill him in my life without embarking on a cultivation path."

"Her Royal Highness said, if you still insist on going to the old bookstore every day, your body will be in trouble." Sang Sang, holding the hot **** soup, sat down and lifted him halfway up, said in a low voice: "To I did n’t know if you could embark on a path of cultivation. Xiahou had to die before he died. "

Ning Que took Jiang Tang, weakened her mouth and drank it bit by bit, whispering in the gap between drinks: "Hope may be false, but hope is stronger than no hope, so I have to work hard."

Sang Sang looked at him quietly and suddenly said, "Master, have you ever thought that if Master Haotian really makes you unable to embark on the road of cultivation, what can you do?"

Ning Que handed her the bowl and wiped the sweat on her forehead weakly. After a slight smile, she said very slowly and calmly: "If Master Haotian is so bad ... Jiang Jie, Kou Hu, then I must God! "

What is the meaning of mouthless words? Sang Sang thought that the young master had started to intermittently make nonsense, and he flattened him angrily, then went to the dishes to prepare dinner, and ignored him.

In the middle of the night, Ning Que ’s nonsense 1 became more, because he burned, his pale cheeks were covered with unhealthy blush, and occasionally the eyes opened, his eyes fluttered away, and occasionally on the roof yellow paper and Sang Sang face In reply, it seemed that there was some inability to focus, and the dry and peeling mouth was hoarse and slightly incomprehensible.

Bicycle back seat, registration fee, youth palace, hatchet, chocolate, blood. Drag oil bottle, blood; Minshan, blood; Weicheng, blood; grassland, blood; all the **** blood in the general's palace.

"Why? Why? ... Why?"

He grabbed Sang Sang's cold hand, but his eyes didn't know where it landed. He frowned tightly and pursed his mouth. The wine vortex was like a sad question mark, and his face was filled with aggrieved expression. A word, it looks very pitiful.

Sang Sang changed the wipe on his forehead, put him in his arms, gently patted his back, and coaxed softly: "Yes, it's all their fault, it's nothing to do with young master No, they are all bad guys. "

In the early morning, the rain in Chang'an City stopped, and Ning Que's fever also receded. He opened his eyes mímí, feeling a burning pain in his throat. He used to want to call Sang Sang to pour water to drink, but now he himself. Someone beside him turned around with difficulty, only to see Sang Sang's half-dress sitting on his head, I don't know when he had fallen asleep.

He glanced at her apologetically. He forced his body and tried to pour himself into the water, but still disturbed Sang Sang behind him. Sang Sang woke up and hurriedly pushed him back up, and then jumped down.

Ning Que looked at her busy back and suddenly said, "Am I useless?"

Sang Sang handed the teacup to the side, tried the temperature, and replied: "Master, you talk nonsense again."

Ning Que murmured, "I haven't understood it for so many years after reading the Taishang induction article. I can't even remember the thin Qihaixuexueshan preliminary exploration, so I still can't practice it. Nowadays, it is so degraded that it is necessary to kill a person in prison and even get seriously ill ... really useless. "

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In the early morning, behind the wall of the majestic Zhu wall, in the imperial study surrounded by different green trees, Li Zhongyi, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, stood in the threshold, watching the rain dripping from the leaves not far away. The queen just shouted him to finish washing and breakfast, but for no reason, he suddenly wanted to come to Yushufang to take a look.

As His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the only man who made Wang Bang submit to his subjects, according to ordinary people's eyes, he should have no troubles, but at this time he looked silently at the garden, and his face was obviously a little restless.

"Master has gone to the lower reaches again ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ I don't know when I will come back. The guy Zhao Shu finally slipped away, I don't know ... he will come back."

Li Zhongyi thought about the mentor Yipeng who had left Changan these days these days. The heavier the mood, he looked at the wet tree in the morning after the rain, and he gradually grew lonely and lonely. That's why he came to Yushufang early in the morning. Only in this undisturbed room, he felt that he could get real peace.

The emperor loves calligraphy. Although he often presents treasures to summon ministers to come and admire paintings and paintings, no one dares to invite him to disturb his quietness without even inviting him. In this room, all the stickers are displayed by yourself.

Chang Yu short sigh turned his head, he was going to write a few pictures of unspeakable bad words to express his feelings, and suddenly his expression was slightly fixed.

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(This is the last chapter at home. See you later. I will take good care of you. You must take care too.)