Governor’s Illness

The north of the north is bright, and should be the time of the chicken, the sky is still a blue. Xia Hou has a big morning, put the horse in the horse in the horse, and take the gate. Pole to move to bedding, according to Xia Hou's command, put soft and strict. Xia Houzhen went to find a hand furnace and burned it to the bedding.

The sons were also continued, and they gathered to the yard, and they looked at a carriage and looked at each other.

"Pole, how do you set a horse?" Asked someone.

I have never returned, just silently looking at everyone. Everyone fell, and I saw Xia Hou, hugging and sinking from the house. Shen Yuqi in Xia Hou, staring at Xia Hou, but not moving. Xia Houzhen did not look at him, and sent it to the carriage. Xia Houzhen took the hand stove in Shenyu, helping him he was good, and finally touched his cold cheeks.

"This anesthesia can be numb, I am afraid of hurting you, red, but also enough to support a day of work. Don't struggle, I will not let you go up the mountain." Xia Hou looked down at him, "I It's a happy people who have been tired of it. You can also have a good year. You can't take a risk with us, go back to have a good time, don't keep me. I will go back to you, when I get back. How to hit how to do it. "

Shen Yizhen is hard to clock your eyes, you have suffered. It is too big, I thought it was here, and Xia Hou said that he couldn't help him, but he didn't expect Xia Hou to play a trick. The darkness fell into a gently kiss, he opened his eyes, saw Xia Hou, laughing, and put a stacked paper in his pillow.

"This ..." Xia Hou suddenly, as if it is difficult, "is my suicide note."

Shen Ya's eyes looked at him and tears, tears spring flooded from his eyes, drowning into the hair, wet pillow. Xia Hou Hao helped him wi tears, smiled and smiled apologize, "Young master, I seem to always make you cry."

The limbs are numb, as if the ghost bed is general, Shen Wei wants to get up, want to speak, but there is no power.

Xia Hou Yu looked quietly for a while, and finally said: "Young master, goodbye."

He took it out, the curtain fell, and the car was a black, only the first line of the window leaking. Shen Wei heard that Xia Hou said outside: "Fifteen people sent over the mainstay to Beijing, the rest of the people go to the mountain."

The carriage started, the deep rut on the snow extends out, that is the sinking in the carriage, this end is the Xia Hou, who is far away. Xia Hou has collar the people began to hiking, and he hooks into rocks, and they climb the mountain along the hook. The sun comes out, the original blue-blue end will take the crab shell blue. Xia Hou, hanging on the cliff, turning his head looking back, and it has become a small dot of black, slowly traveling in the white snow.

He remembered his suicide note, he wrote a long time for a long time. If you want to say too much, I finally became speechless. He thought that his greatest creditor in this life is Shen Yizhen, he owed his debt is a debt. He really wants to pay for a lifetime, it is best to stay in 70 years old, eighty years old, ninety years old ... give him the song and dance debt on the Qinhuai River, the bells of Hanshan Temple debut, Bayu Miao's Jiannun and Sands In the sunset, wait until the age of returning, just build a small house in the foot of the Qingshan ... They lying in the huts, and the bonds in the lifetime go to the head.

Unfortunately, he can't finish what he is, his debt is to bring Huangquan on the other side.

and so……

The carriage bumps, the fence slowly expanded in the non-stop shake. Shen Yizhen saw the words of the letter one corner -

"Young master, sorry, this time, when I lose you."

Xia Hou, a group of people climbed up, along the road along the rock, and the landscaping of the walls, they encountered a pale bone. Pole to say that it is a generous ancestors, they are alone, but they die in halfway. Everyone looked up, the laminated rocks exposed a snow-white bone from time to time, almost harmonized into the sky, and the shiny shiny in the morning morning light. No one knows their name, their knife is deeply fell into the snow, only exposed the rust of the knife.

It turns out that Baili is a gamwed, and it is also the bone of the assassin. This snowy mountain is the true knife of the assassin.

Climb a cliff, holding a burden under the body, posing inside and putty on the ground.

"What is the daughter?" Some of the sons.

I have poorly said: "Hummer-in, I saw the predecessors, I would like to ask them to eat."

He turned his head to see Xia Hou.

Xia Hou is not going to go, two people squatted in the snow, Xia Hou, took out the wine bag, sprinkling the spirits in the snow.

"I am waiting for the assassin, there is no name, no king is no father, no home is not the country. Hold the Bodhi knife, life and death blade, kill the white, sin, Van Fu, will come to the dark, the dark is my brother, the night is a blood. I am waiting for the middle shadow, the night ghost, the fire moth, the evil, kill the enmity. I entered the door, I have no death, I will wait for the first spirit, the emperor, the same is immortal. "

"Their 19th Generator Luo, Xia Houzhen."

"The thirtieth generation of Caataro, Xia Hou Pole."

"May the ancestors, protect my brothers, there is no hindrance." Xia Hou said a word, " , !"

The snow winds, and the snow is like a white. In the snow, the sons of the snow seems to hear the thief of the ghost - "The Earth is very happy, the same is the immortification" "The Earth is very happy, the same is the immortal" "Live is very happy, and the same is immortal". If the sound is heavy, he is swaying, swinging in the snow.

Xia Houzhen and tired of three heads, snow falling.

Silence is silent, silently listening to the whistling in the wind. This place is a lot, and it is as quiet as it is, only the ghost can speak whispered. In the first moment, they suddenly felt that this place was originally the rest of the soul, and they were born to the ban.

Xia Hou stood up from the snow and said to them: "If I have been exposed for a while, you will be withdrawn by the fire, don't take us."

"How is this?" Yan Xuan frowned.

Xia Hou shook his head, only said: "Press I said."

This discovered that the bumbler that the divergeless bag has not left the rationion of the backhaul. This assassination only has a knife, no sheath. These two men did not plan to live back from the beginning, they were galan's assassins, and they had a common fate with these deaths -

Becrently snow, the soul is flying.

Shen Yu took a breath and held her hand. The finger is already able to move. This anesthetic is not so powerful, not that he has doped with water, it bought a fake. Xia Hou Hao has been staying under his eyelids, this medicine is probably bought. Pointed that kid, Shen Yu is unfamiliar, I originally thought it was an old head, I didn't expect it to be a two-faced party!

Shen Wei elbow with the board, I want to get up. The body keeps trembled, so that I can't make it out, I stick to my teeth, I still lying back. Although she is a shelf, he is full of sweating. I tried it again, still can't, loose, he hoped his car vertical gasping. I went a while, reached out to the rider, I wanted to borrow, my fingers were trembled, and my fingertip was blinking because I was hard. I still don't help.

Bastard, Xia Hou, this born! Stink and close your eyes and breathe.

The carriage ran quickly, swayed, there was something on the waist, and suddenly, he reached out and touched a cold and hard martial artifice.

It is his dagger.

The snow is full of mountains, the snow football can not be on the foot, the patrol sphers will take a dry food under the pine trees, and some people go out to pee, and the hot water is smog, and it will become Ice. One hand is on his shoulder, he smiled: "Go together?"

After the waist, he smashed, his scorpion was tightened, and the hand held his mouth, and the scream was entered into the throat. He smashed the hands of the people in the back, and it was weak.

Xia Hou, pushed him into the snow, wearing a mask, turning his head towards the spiers. He grabs his hands from the waist, and the short and right shot, while running through two people. The small blood flowers splashed from the eyebrows, as if the bright flowers, there is a bloody beauty. The assassin was shocked, and there were rumors, but countless sons lost from the sky, and the geese knife made a brown in the snow, and the blood splash is like a fireworks.

There is a person who escaping, holding out of the tree, and passing him with him. No one saw the moment of sheath, but that person had fallen down his neck.

I buried a body and hiding the blood. Everyone put on the mask and walked in the Houfu.

I have to go to the mountain in the forest, and I can see the Houfu in a seven arch bridge. That is a huge black brick wall, in the snow, like a rolling black, as if it is divided into two borders. The snow is too strong, the line of sight is not good, and the lanterns are still in the day. The hidden lanterns hang in the walls, scattering a little halo, is the only warm color in the snow. I opened a corner door under the bottom, and two assassins were standing in front of the door.

The sons were quietly replaced with all people, and pushed the door for Xia Houzhen and Pole.

"Two, please be careful!"

Xia Hou shot took a son's shoulder, turned and he diverted the threshold. When the door ring is, the gate is closed behind, and the front of the ** becomes clear, the wall is smoked, the distance is halfway, the carved stone is broken into two, half of the snow. The broken wall is in the huge ancient wood, burned, black wood covered with white snow, there is a hard-to-confusion.

However, it is not the ruins of the eye, but ... the snowman who is dense.

Every corner has a snowman, three is a pair, two high intermediates, fat bodies, white rolling, like a pile of soupballs, two fine branches are inserted, they are fine hand. Three snowmen took hands with each other, and some snowman's head did not appear, but as shaking his head.

"Is there a ruin here?" Xia Hou's eyebrows, "there is still these snowmen, have you always?"

Posted to a snowman, looking through the white porcelain mask, he hopes the snowman dark painted eyes, "Baili is not before Luo Luo."

"..." Xia Hou said, "I mean that Bailiki has not re-repaired Houfu?"

"Well, I didn't care."

"Why don't you repair it?" Xia Hou's end with a snowman, "This snowy is like a family, is it a child?"

Being tired of the snowman, the snow in the left is written with "holding tired brother", and the right side is "African Sister", the middle is "Irry". Xia Hou, obviously found, behind the snowman, "holding tired brothers" "Ah," "Iris", "holding tired brother", "Ah," "Irry", one is another snowman, Once again, it is repeated, and it is full of deserted ruins.

"Because a person's world is a ruin." Hold the voices.

The big snow flew, the bleak's snow wind faintly came into a burst, hidden in the floccoli, finely smashed. I looked quietly, he suddenly remembered, and he seems to have saved a girl in the 14th year. He blowing on the edge of the pond, is a song taught to him. When you spend an email, you will blow it when you are alone, and you can pretend that others talk to themselves. He actually feels a little stupid, because his mouth is blowing, there is no way to respond, this is self-speaking, or is still very lonely.

He still blows, his He forgot that he did how long it was blown, and he was tired and stopped, and he wanted to go to the house to sleep. After the gatcher, he saw the girl, according to the hug, the chin put on the knee, a small group.

He remembered the small and pale cheeks in the green moonlight.

It is her, it is Baili.

It turns out that they have seen it a long time, when they have not become a dead enemy.

A whirlite lantern shakes in the wind, he thinks the wish of Baili on the daylight -

Our family must be together forever.

"Let's go, Xiaoyu, walk in the sound, find her," Pole to turn forward, "killing her."

Slowly breathe slowly, and the palm is bonded. The snow is flat, the carriage is still inevitably shaking, the small lack of the small lane on the outer light, hit the carriage, he listened quietly, waiting for Ma Jin and retreat again, and finally have a strong gas. He spoke to the dagger, the wrong gold handle holds the palm, and the complicated pattern friction on the handle, and the fine pain is slightly hurt. He sat up, his hands and feet were still soft, the body couldn't help but collapse, he twisted his body, leaning against the car, ten fingers tightened, trembled to pull out the dagger, and scratched it on the left arm.

The severe pain is over, the warmth of blood is flowing out, and the wet sleeves. The body is still hemp, not painful enough, sinking the teeth, drawing the second knife, the third knife. The pain covered with anesthetic, and the strength slowly recovered. He trembled his hand and opened his curtain. The monster of the hurry came back and watched his eyes and angry eyes.

"Now, immediately, return!"

The assassin is like a silent ghost floating in the ruins, and the shadow of the black appearance disappears in the pale snow fog. They didn't talk each other, Xia Houzhen and poor did not dare to talk, quietly through the decadent cloiser, and passed a bucket-black courtyard and hall. The sound is getting closer and closer, and it is scattered in the world, as if a little trembling is like a floating snow.

They pass a hut, three snowmen looked quietly at them. Pole, I didn't stop, I went to the cloister, Xia Hou looked at a few eyes, and followed. The wall of the gorgellor is folded, and the swear is not stopped, and the clear is bright, and some are silent. Summer is a little uneasy, this is a fascinating ghost, guiding them to unknown dead.

They walked into the ridiculous gardens, in front of the faded hug, in the middle of the pond of the ice saw Baili. She is back to them, sitting on the ice, is a small shadow in the big snow.

"You go or go?" Xia Hou loud down.

Pole, there is no answer, take a climber, step by step to the center of the pond.

The snow in the flying snow flashed, and the sound was abrupt, and the fresh red blood stains were bled. Xia Houzhen also walked over, looking down at the little body, Baili's side faces under the black long hair, pale like a doll. Xia Hou squatted to check her face, no skin mask, is a true face.

Accidentally smooth. Xiahou thought, just slipped out before the assassin was found. I hope that Shen Yizhen eliminates the gas before he returns, he can pretend to be hurt, so that you can't bear to blame him.

"Small, pull the knife." Pole is everging.

"Ah?" Xia Hou looked at him.

Pole has already pulled out the knife, facing the snow in the four weeks.

"No ." He said.

Xia Hou was shocked, and he was ignorant to the hand of Baili, where there is no empty, nothing, looking for clothes, nor is it below.

The ghost is coming out of the ruins, and the white porcelain mask has no expression, and a pair of black caves look at them.

This is ambush, Baili knows they will come!

Xia Hou is pulling out the lotus, and the back of the back, the snow falls on the black knife, and the thin layer of snow cream.

A little shadow appears at the top of the ruins of the distance, she is wearing a phoenix clouds and pointers and makeups, golden red satin, in the white flying snow, gorgeous like a blood marks. I am too annoying to look at her and silently. The girl opened his hands to them, as if it was embraced to be a snow, it was like hug a person.

She glances, revealing a brilliant smile.

"Brother, you will kill me!"