"You are crazy, just disturb yourself, why bother with the West Mirror?" Qu Shuihan's eyes became deeper and deeper. He pulled Sa Yan Jian's hand and had more force. He also knew that this sword could not cause too much damage to Mo Ran, who had become a demon. But Sa Yan Jian was a divine sword, which would leave some wounds on Mo Ran.

He would not let Mo Ran have a good life. This sword was just a beginning. His cold water hurt people, he has always been happy and flowing. If the revenge is poured out, it may still make Mo Ran linger for a while, but if the revenge is flowing over and over again, it will be painful and unbearable every day.

These are all things Mo Ran should bear.

"I couldn't see where you deserved to love in Xijing before, but now I still look like this." Qu Shuihan took the sword of Sayan. The tip of the sword with cold sword energy was still dripping with bright red blood. It fell on the yellow sand of the desert, and blood flowers bloomed, which were very charming.

He looked down on Mo Ran many times before, but now he is even more serious. The person who gave the most love was the one who was most likely to be scarred, and Mo Ran was never a scarred person. He still looked like he was desperate and looked at someone for him.

"Don't look for her again in the future, nor do you look for her three souls and seven spirits. No need to show how regretful you are. You are right, you should let go. You should let go long ago." Qu Shuihan suppressed his current scent of rushing air and said calmly and coldly to Mo Ran who was standing trembling. He was afraid that if he stayed here again, he would want to take Mo Ran's life more and more.

But Mo Ran is his sweetheart, and he cannot take his life with his own hands. However, Qu Shuihan's eyes were cold and he was thinking, but it was okay to make a little calculation with Mo Ran.

The wind and sand passed by, and Qu Shuihan, who was standing with a sword, had disappeared. It was just the pain in his chest that made Mo Ran still remember that what happened before was true, not dreams, not dreams.

He also wished to be good at West Mirror, but he reluctantly let go and what to do. Let go, he said it just now, but if he really did it, how could he do it yourself? How could he suffer from the long night? He didn't count everything he said before. He didn't want to live with the scattered memories of the previous ones, and he wanted to stay with West Mirror forever forever.

If you have become a star, why don’t you die? But you don’t envy the immortals as a mandarin duck. At that time, the words embroidered on the first sachet that you gave him were given to him. The sachet, the beauty, seemed to be still in front of you, and the lights were still swaying. Looking for him among the crowd, can he be seen in the dim place?

Mo Yan's deep purple eyes were extremely panicked. He didn't want it anymore. He didn't want the magic promised by his spiritual sense, and he didn't want to become a god. Is Xijing back? Is Xijing so happy that he will definitely come back to find him, right? Yes, Xijing loves him so much, why didn't he come to find him? She must have been delayed on the road.

It doesn't matter, this time, he came to find her. As he thought, Mo Ran smiled brilliantly. This was the second time he had smiled in his heart from his youth to now. The skin can become someone else's, but this soul will always be his own.

Wherever the yellow sand passes, only blood-colored misty remains.

The yellow sandstorm is covered with yellow sand and blood.

Those who owe others will pay them back in the end.

Junyi's sky is different from the desert. The sky in the desert seems to be blue forever, and Junyi's sky will change at any time.

Kyoto is prosperous and hawkers are shouting incessantly, but there are always people who are not happy with the bustling scenes. They just want to find a peaceful and peaceful place to live in this life, but there are always some people who are unwilling to let you go.

And what is involved in this is just the word "power".

Sima Hua was wearing a purple-colored inner shirt, a dark purple shirt on the outside, with a round pattern of peach blossoms embroidered, a black tassel pendant tied around his waist, and a black hair tied with a jade crown half-tied, showing the graceful demeanor of a young man.

It was just cold looking at the horse with a white-breasted dress and a half-tied green hair and a half-tied horse sitting opposite him.

Although Ma Weibo was the commander of the Imperial Guard, he had a very scholarly face, which was very plain and fair. Because of this face, he had been bullied a lot in the army before. After that, he didn't know which noble man helped him, and gradually became more masculine. Then he gained a firm foothold from the army, and then he kept soaring up and put on the armor of the Imperial Guard.

Sima Huabai looked bored at the table of wine and meat, braised pork, eight-treasure wild duck, Buddha-handed golden rolls, fried cuttlefish shreds, osmanthus fish strips, and eight-treasure rabbit dice. He couldn't help but frowned. How much does this horse not thin love to eat this meat?

It was hard for this person to ask for a man who had always been known for being upright and unjust.

However, if you cannot escape the word "power", if you remove it, who will still look down on yourself who was once stigmatized?

"The general has something to do, so why not just say it." Sima Hua said exactly, Lingfeng, who was serving on the side, picked up public chopsticks and picked up a piece of extremely clear yellow meat slices of the eight-treasure duck and put them in Sima Hua's celadon bowl.

"Young Master is so lucky." Ma Weibo said, with a little disdain on the corner of his mouth.

It is said that the noble men in Kyoto can enjoy it, but it is true. Even Sima Hua, who is said to be unlikely to enjoy it, is the same, and the other noble men can be seen. However, these rough men who are fighting outside have to boil the dead tree bark in clean water and swallow it.

"Go down." Sima Hua said coldly at Lingfeng with some displeasure. This caused a burst of coughing, and his face turned a little pale.

Seeing the young master like this, Ling Feng felt sorry for him, but he couldn't do anything in front of him. He just responded and lowered his body to leave the Accord.

"Young Master must know a little about my purpose." Ma Weibo said, and then took the jade chopsticks placed beside the bowl without hesitation and pulled a large piece of braised pork and swallowed it. The lips were dyed with some oil and water. In this sunny sunlight, it was particularly smooth and smooth.

Seeing this, Sima Hua felt something in his stomach was rolling, very greasy, but his face remained calm.

"What? Do you think of this young master?" Ma Weibo said with a sarcastic look. He just looked down on the noble master. Even though he thought Sima Hua was different, he was just like this now. What else is worthy of his master's favor?

"No, I just got sick recently and didn't like it anymore, so I was so greasy." Sima Hua said, and his eyebrows gradually frowned.

When he was in the army before, he had done everything himself and suffered from many root causes. This stomach disease is one of them. It was originally a harmless disease, but a sudden cold in recent days caused these diseases to be cured up, which became a general disease and was not easy to get rid of.

Ma Weibo's expression paused and he was actually stiff.

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Since ancient times, generals have been like beauty, and they are not allowed to see white hair on earth. It is pitiful.

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