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I have to say that Ye Er girl has a soft spot for Wen Xian.

And Wen Xian, because of her death, has not been in the house to hold the lantern since then, which is also a kind of love.

Xiaoxiyue carried the lamp and twirled around the house.

The courtyard at this time was full of joy.

The Kongming lamp had risen to the point where the shadow could not be seen, but Jing Rong had been wondering what the woman had written?

On the roof, Mo Ruo didn't know when he came, and said to Mingyue, "How many bright moons are there, and my heart is brilliant." After that, he boasted again, "Well, this poem is good."

Ah, shameless.

Jing Rong gave him a white look, "Did you see clearly?"

"You say the words on Kong Mingdeng?"

"Ok."

"Saw."

"What did you write?"

Mo Ruo recalled, "It seems to be the same life and death, sharing the grave."

Jing Rong was speechless, "That's what I wrote."

puff--

Mo Ruo almost vomited blood and gave him a scorn, "You are so sour."

Others laughed at him sourly, he laughed at others not knowing love.

With a kick, he also jumped onto the roof, sat down beside Mo Ruo, glanced at him, and wondered, "What about your wine?"

"It's a rare time tonight, don't drink, and appreciate the moonlight."

"odd!"

"Why? Haven't you been persuading me not to drink? I won't drink today, shouldn't you be happy?"

"Ben Wang never asks anyone. You have to drink and drink, but if you drink too much and die in front of this king, it will be useless. Ben Wang will not buy you a coffin." Yu Bi, Jing Rong glanced at the corner of his mouth .

His mouth is poisonous, not a day or two.

Therefore, Mo Ruo is also used to it.

He lay his head back and lay back, and the whole person was like a salted fish basking on his belly.

"Jing Rong, you can rest assured. If one day I really want to die, I won't die in front of you, so I don't need you to buy me a coffin at all."

"Of course you won't die in front of me, because if someone wants to kill you, I will kill someone first."

"Then... what if you want to kill me?"

Quiet around!

Mo Ruo did not know why he suddenly asked such a sentence.

Jing Rong also froze at that time, frowning deeply, and said seriously, "You will never be the soul of death under my sword."

Seeing each other!

This is your friendship.

For a moment, Mo Ruo smiled again, put his hands behind his head, his legs folded, staring at the full moon in the sky and said, "We will never become enemies, so there will not be a day when the sword is drawn."

If one can say that one who can die for Jing Rong is definitely one of them, Jing Rong is definitely one of them.

The day when Jing Rong was sent out of the palace after the death of his mother-in-law, Mo Ruo and Kong Yu in his childhood memories, he had long believed that they were their own loved ones, even if they could die for their loved ones. , I don’t feel hurt.

Soon, Tang Si's voice came in, complaining that Kong Mingdeng was not going to be called.

The voice was really high and sharp.

When Mo Ruo heard it, he instinctively covered his ears and rejected it in his mouth.

Jing Rong yawned and yawned at him, "I hope the unlucky person is not you."

"Of course not me, no one can be me."

Are you kidding me?He didn't do this kind of thing.

The two sat there, their backs facing the yard.

One sits and the other lies.

The picture is extremely strong.

If one of them puts on women's clothing, the picture is more beautiful.

The next day.

Ji Yun stretched out early in the morning and took a gourd scoop to water flowers in the yard.

Those flowers were the seeds she sown herself the next day she lived in. Some had just germinated and some had already blossomed.

She poured it for a while and had a breakfast. Then she asked Shizi to prepare a carriage and went to a leisurely mansion.

But when the talents just entered, they saw a fierce fight.

Wen Xian and Zhao Huaizheng are fighting for you.

One was already sick, weak, and one disabled a hand.

So it's about the same, always in a state of fun.

The two did not find Ji Yunshu's arrival.

Wen Panshi, who had been on the sidelines, greeted him immediately.

"Little Shizi, why are you here?" He wondered.

"General Wen, here is the young man."

"they……"

"I know, let them fight." Although she opposed violence, she did not object to the use of force to vent.

Yes, vent!

Zhao Huai killed Lin Feng in such a breath that Wen Xian couldn't swallow it naturally. That was his best friend. As a result, he died in front of him. From the moment he was imprisoned to the present, his heart was torn apart.

This is why the two will be moved.

So, she blocked a fart!

Just hit it.

Only, the two have been fighting for a long time.

Just do not lose or win!

Everyone else was worried.

Probably after a tea kung fu, Wen Xian was so sick because of his body that he finally became weak, and Zhao Huai took the upper hand.

Jian Feng pricked a small word on Wen Xian's neck.

The dazzling blood spilled out a little bit and contaminated the silver blade of the sword.

"Wen Xian, sword and not long eyes, if I hurt you, I don't care."

Wen Xian was angry, "You can kill Lin Feng, don't you dare to kill me?"

"You also saw the situation at that time. He did not hesitate to kill the young man for his own purposes. With the first time, there will be a second time, so I can only do that."

"Do you have to kill someone? Lin Feng only did this to avenge his father's revenge. He didn't hurt the young man."

"This is your idea. In short, everyone who endangers the life of a young man should be killed." Zhao Huai's tone was hard.

No one can refute this reason.

Wen Xian raised his chin and sneered. "Even so, he will not die."

"..."

"Either, you also killed me today, otherwise, this hatred, I will definitely find you."

Zhao Huai narrowed his eyes and exhaled heavily. At the next moment, he withdrew his sword, inserted it into the hilt, and said, "Wen Xian, I know you grew up with Lin Feng, and I know him His temperament is not bad, he is impulsive only because his father has not reported it, but he can ignore everything for his purpose, and one day in the future, he will desperately want the life of a young man, even the life of all of us. For this reason, I cannot keep him."

What a big deal!

Wen Xian did not understand his so-called means and practices, nor could he understand.

He still sneered and threw the sword in his hand hard on the ground.

The sound of metal attack came.