Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Pour under the rain.

Landed on the ground, splashing water two feet high.

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife, his eyes were red, and the rain was running along his cheeks, crooked and twisted like a strip of earthworms, sliding down.

He was crazy, unwilling, full of anger.

After all, I have to come and hide for five years, but I still can't.

The white blade's shining glare flicked past, with a trembling sound, like the raindrops were cut in half, so that the sound of the continuous rain was covered.

High-frequency footsteps.

Nie Changqing growled and snarled the pig knife across the arc.

The two assassins, spurting their blood thin, exploded the rain near them.

Ding Ding!

The white blade collides with the pig-killing knife.

The three of them crossed the ground of the alley, and the accumulated water splashed several feet, the red blood mixed with the rain, and the ground was stained red, but it was quickly washed away.

A deep bone wound started from Nie Changqing's shoulder and spread to the lower abdomen, and blood flowed from it.

However, one of the two assassins made a "pop" sound, blood splashed, and his upper body was cut off and slid to the ground. The other was turned back and continued to step on the water to kill Nie Changqing.

Nie Changqing's hand holding the pig-killing knife began to tremble.

far away.

Nie Shuang still didn't listen to Nie Changqing. He ran a few steps, turned his head around, and saw his father, who killed him with a pig-killing knife.

It turned out that it was not just a pig knife, but also a murder knife.

And Nie Changqing himself was blood-stained.

The young Nie Shuang suffered a shock for the first time.

After all, he was just a child, standing stiffly in the rain curtain, crying, tearing his voice, mixed with fear, mixed with worry about his father.

Nie Changqing can no longer care about him.

Today, these assassins are not dead, but he and Nie Shuang.

The pig-killing knife flew in the hands, fierce and crazy. Although it seemed to have no rules, it concealed a special trajectory.

The remaining assassin was backed off repeatedly by a pig-killing knife.

At the end of the alley.

The only standing figure was the moving figure.

He took a step and took out a wooden flute.

Playing softly, the flute actually overshadowed the sound of heavy rain and haunted the alley.

Poof.

Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife penetrated from behind the assassin, blood dripping.

He stood swayingly, holding a pig-killing knife, staring at the figure walking slowly, the rain splashed down his chin, and his expression was full of unwillingness.

"A song "Tide Water Ballad", Daozong ninth Han Lian laughed."

Nie Changqing looked through the rain curtain and said.

The rain is continuous.

Han Lian, who was wearing a hat and a hat and playing a wooden flute, smiled slowly.

However, without knowing it, he came to Nie Changqing.

Qu Bi.

Under the hat, a handsome young man's face appeared.

"Taozong's tenth "Wu Shuang Dao"...the style is still the same.

"Even if you have broken your hamstrings, you can still easily kill two first-rate warriors, Brother Nie. You really admire Brother."

Han Lianxiao raised the wooden flute and landed on Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife. An uncontrollable force let Nie Changqing press the knife against his chest.

The words are flowing, although it is praise, but the sarcasm is very strong.

"If it weren't for picking your tendons, I would kill you... just a knife."

Nie Changqing coughed up blood and blood flowed through the wooden flute, staring at Han Lian and laughing.

Han Lian smiled at the blood flowing to the wooden flute and frowned: "Bring Shuang'er back with me, lower your head and respect your confession, maybe you can still live."

"Five years, I still say that...I'm right!"

The blue muscles at Nie Changqing's neck burst, said.

"Then you can only carry your body and go back to the business."

Han Lian sighed with a smile.

next moment.

Qi and blood rolled, and the body wrapped under the clothes shook, and there were five consecutive bursts of sound.

The wooden flute hitting the pig-killing knife suddenly burst into a powerful force.

Nie Changqing felt that his soul was shattered.

Spouting blood through the mouth.

The whole person was shocked and flew out for three or five meters, kneeling on the knees in the rain curtain, and the pig-killing knife slammed on the bluestone ground, making a piercing cutting sound, which stopped the backward figure.

Nie Changqing stood up again, shaking his body.

He wiped a handful of rain mixed with blood on his face and clenched the pig knife.

Nie Shuangdou Li Dai's crooked, standing alone in the rain curtain.

The downpour was falling from the sky, and his weak body shivered.

He was crying, and his crying voice was dumb.

Han Lian's handsome face Pang is cold and merciless.

He lifted the wooden flute and tossed it gently.

At the next moment, a palm was printed on the wooden flute.

The wooden flute spins at high speed, splashing rain, as if a water dragon rolled out in the rain curtain.

Poof!

In the rotating wooden flute, sharp white blades emerged.

Like a meat grinder, strangling to Nie Changqing.

Nie Changqing, who was chopped off his tendons, fell into the realm of the master.

It is impossible to stop him.

suddenly.

Han Lian smiled and raised an eyebrow.

That's when the wooden flute that became a meat grinder is going to strangle Nie Changqing.

A long sword as thin as a cicada's wings, almost spurting in the rain.

With a sword chant tearing the rain curtain.

Ding!

Mudi was beaten and flew back.

The blade on the wooden flute was put away and held by Han Lianxiao.

Next to Nie Changqing, I don't know when, there appeared a beautiful woman wearing a long silk dress, holding a paper umbrella in one hand, and holding a cicada sword in one hand.

"The people who killed in Beiluo City were killed by the people I like."

"Tumbling..."

"This is not taking my Beiluo City Young City Lord into my eyes at all."

A lazy tone with a little sleepiness sounded.

The wooden wheel turned in the rain, causing a clatter.

Han Lian frowned, looking forward.

There, in Yuyu Lane, a teenager with red lips and white teeth came in a wheelchair. There were maidservants on both sides holding oil paper umbrellas. It seemed like a comfortable outing in the rain.

The wheelchair stopped next to Nie Shuang who had stopped crying.

Lu Fan turned his head to look at Nie Shuang, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Little fellow, are you happy to see your brother?"

Lu Fandao.

Nie Shuang's crying eyes were red and swollen, sobbing at the moment, but she was a little stunned and at a loss.

Hearing Lu Fan's questioning, dumbly, milky and milky reply: "High... happy."

Lu Fanmei raised it and immediately became interested.

"Then... how happy?"

Nie Shuang: "..."

He was stunned.

Lu Fan smiled: "Is that brother happy to save your father?"

Nie Shuang was refreshed this time. He heard that the thin body "knocked" and knelt on the ground with his big head, ignoring the ground covered with rain, he slammed down and collapsed.

"Beg your son to save my dad!"

In Nie Shuang's crying voice, there was a little crying.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and nodded slightly.

Later, he looked at Han Lian in the distance and smiled.

"You all heard, I promised this little guy, so...give me a face."

Lu Fan chuckled.

Han Lianxiao held the wooden flute, squeezing the sideburns in one hand, and looked at Lu Fan sideways, his lips flicked.

"It turned out to be the young master of North Luolu."

His voice is gentle.

Lu Fan was smiling, Han Lian was also smiling, and they looked at each other with a smile, as if they had known each other for years.

Afterwards, Han Lian laughed magnetically, lingering in the alley.

As if greetings from old friends.

"If your father Lu Changkong is here, maybe you can sell a face."

"As for Lu Shao... it's not enough for this face."

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