Governor’s Illness

The screams gradually stopped, and the pond was piled into the blood sea, and the three were surrounded by the corpse. From the cloisers, the sons were going out, stepping on the buddy bodies and blood of the assassin. This is the most tragic hell in the world, but Baili is indifferent, her face seems to be frozen by ice and snow, and the eyes are indifferent.

Xia Hou is a breath, and the Baili suddenly jeans more black shadows, a white porcelain face without expressions from the snow fog, and the long knife in their hands condenses thin frost, like a cream Snow blade. Xia Hou, three people and sons raised their knives and slowly retreat, their opposite, the ruins of the ghosts, the ghosts, the bows, and the arrows of the cold were gratied.

"How is there so many people!" Xia Hou bite.

"Because this is a dead bureau from the beginning." Shen Yu is laughing, "all the assassins are here, this is, please, please, we are the ."

"Young master, there is a magazine?" Xia Hou asked.

"There is a magazine who is dead together." Shen Wei said without goodness.

More and more passens, behind the squad wall, behind the dead flower vine, collapsed half of the moon hole ... Assassin gaze three people, like staring at the corpse vulture, waiting for the final quarry One interest.

"My brother," Bailii is silent in the silence, "I give you the last chance, come over."

I am tired of watching her, there is no move.

"Why?" Bailiji Wang, "Do you hate me so much?"

"I want to complete the wish of the house." I have tired.

"What about my wish?"

Pole is silent.

Bailik suddenly laughed, "It's a pity, holding tired of brother, you love so many people, only don't love me." Her smile is divided into sad, but it becomes smashed, "Well, Pole, You listen, the snowy mountain kill is the killing of my Bailiki for you, even if you can resist the thousands of people, it is absolutely not alive here.

"Pole, wait until you die, I want to freeze you in the snow, we will always be with you, you will not separate. Xia Hou, I want to bring your corpse to the South China Sea frustrated ash, you and your brother forever Can't meet! "

"You are crazy, Baili," Xia Hou, "Your retaliation is meaningless."

"Yes?" Bailik's mouth hiding irony, "Xia Hou, I haven't finished, do you know what I have for Shen Yu's disposal? Shen Wei, I will not kill you, you will live, Like me, a person lives! "

Xia Hou was a shock.

He turned to see the sink, the man was standing by him, the side face is still a cold and clear look, there is no expression. Snowfall fell on his eye, like a mourning frost, his whole person was cooked, and even the light was also frozen.

"See what I do?" Shen He glantly and turned his head.

"Young master ..." Xia Hou muttered muttered.

His hearts can't say the bitterness, like a dry field, crumpled.

"So you understand now?" Shen Yanyu watched the snowflakes on the iron, "For me, the biggest punishment is not dead, not frustrating gray, you die, I am alive."

"Your arm is yourself?" Xia Hou asked, "For the anesthetic?"

"Ok."

"..."

Xia Hou looked at the snow white ruins of the world, and the blood pond was also re-covered by snow, and the conflict of the conflict of the conflict was pale, and the unpopular scorpion reflected the Dome. In the fluttering snowflakes, he smells the taste of the blood, in his brutal and short years, this is a sweet taste followed him.

"Young master ..." Xia Hou pulled the mouth, "How do you not understand? You are different from us, we are dead, it is dead, but there is nothing. But you are different, you will die. Also lying into the big coffin wrapped in the gold paint, eating the sacrifice, hot, how can we be like us, die in the name, do a nameless ghost? "

Shen Yan is silent.

Xia Hou is sad: "I owe you too much, no gamma, you are a young master of everyone, thank you, no Xia Hou, you are the power of the East Factory of the Po. Young master, I owe you. How do you let me still? "

"Don't still have it." Shen Wei.

He turned his head, and his eyes fell into the eyes of Xia Hou, "Don't have to return. Aunt, no matter how exciting or Shen Wei, you have your life, it is my best life."

Snow, at this moment, it seems extraordinary Liaoyuan, as if the thousands of horses are generally drilled into Xia Hou's heart.

"Have you finished your lastment?" Baili stood up from the beam, and he got up and seeing them. "If you finish it, you will die."

Bailik! "

Xia Hou is looking at her, and the rushing lotus is horizontally in the chest. Pole to stay in Xia Hou, after the Xiahou, they have a snow curtain with Baili, and the eyes are like frost.

"Your retaliation is indeed feared." Xia Hou stared at Bailik, a word authentic: "However, whether it is buried and alone or is alone, our soul, partner, to your love, will also be The big snow will return to the day. Baili, this is the curse of the seven Ye Galan, countless burythrics, and all the vows of all our people. "

The snow is hovering over the ruins, as if it is the whistling of the soul. The assassin is silent to focusing them, and the cold snow is condensed, and the cold light of the arrow is gently trembled in the snow.

Baili, looked at them, and the irony of his mouth slowly became deep, as if dismissed.

The ruins suddenly sounded a secure voice, "Xia Hou, this is what you know that you will come to you?" A man came out of the snow, picking down the white porcelain mask, showing the familiar face of Xia Hou.

It is a book.

"I sometimes don't understand you, you are clearly arrogant, why have you come back to die?" The book pulled the mouth and smiled sad, "because you feel that you have lived soon, just After a hundred. "

"Because this is the wish of many people, it is my own wish." Xia Hou looked down at his palm, said, "" The book, before you, you said that I got the July and a half of the antimicrite debris blue. No There is no defective medicine from the beginning to the end. I and I have been in the beginning of the two knives, for destroying the gamlock, living, waiting for us to eat, let us get rid of July, but will make our body Wanted. "

The book stunned, looked up, looked at him, and looked up again. He knows that he will not lie.

Poll gently.

Assassin asked: "Are you not a heartless son?"

"Yeah, he probably felt that the father's debt is repaid. He didn't have anything to do." Xia Hou looked down at the roses, it didn't care, "Ibrede his son. Probably the worst thing I have this life. "He hoped to the book," In fact, there is nothing choice from the beginning, it is a sorrow, one side is the soul, it is, it is, it doesn't have it. Take you with rebellion, then now I ask you, what is your choice? "

The cold grief is hovering over the ruins, and the book is full of heads, holding the hand of the mask. Eighty-one whip, July and a half, extremely happy ... All pain and pain are cultivated as a heavy sadness, pressed in his shoulders. All assassins were silent to look at him, and it seems to be waiting for his answer.

Bailiki is boked: "Taina, do you have to betray me?"

"Yes, I have to betray you." The book whispered. He struggled, the white porcelain mask was on the ground, and the fragile scream of the ice broke the silence, the porcelain was quited. The sound echoed over the ruins, everyone gazing the mask fragment, did not send a word.

The book came to Xia Hou, and he handed him a letter. "

Xia Hou slammed the Tang 17's suicide note, and the hands were treated slightly.

"I ..." The book is swallowed, tears slowly, "Teacher, no matter what you don't forgive me, thank you, this time ..." He looked at Xia Hou's eyes, "Don't stay me again." One person is in Galan. "

Xia Hou quietly saw him halfway, reaching out, taking his shoulders.

"Brothers."

Xia Hou looked at the latter, looking at the arrogant in the distance: "What about you? All the unparalleled unfassed is the lie of Baili, you are the ghost of Baili, was The family is eaten, and it is a slavery and embarrassment of Baili. Is this the unpleasant music you want? No, this is not an unpleasant, this is the endless suffering of never free! "

"Now, tell me, you are choosing the corpse of Baili, or ..." Xia Hou said a word, the face is covered with blood, his double-shame is like a knife, "With me, it is very happy, Is it in the same time! "

silence.

There is only a snow in the world, as if it is a whisper of the mourning soul.

There is a secretion of the snow, step to Xia Hou, put the mask in the snow, the cold porcelain, four minutes.

"Ashu Luozhong, Tian Siwei, the rebellious!"

Then, another assassin has stepped out, smash the mask. However, it is the third, fourth, more and more assassins, to Xia Hou, looking away, thinking that it is a fine black tide vine vine vines, flourishing into Xia Hou's body.

"Jaunzhong, Jiang Haixing, the rebellious!"

"Dan Dao, bitter knife, rebellious!"

"Taining Luozhong, Longqu, the rebellious!"

Under the snow, it seems that there is a killing machine in the sleep, it is from a long aftertaste. The assassin exposed his face, some of the perseverance, some are pale, some handsome and a mediocre. At this moment, their faces have a general decision, because they have given up their lives and voluntarily go to unknown destruction.

For a time, near Xia Hou has been assembled nearly half of the assassin. The black pressure of the crush is standing on the edge of the pond, and the assassin of Baili is far away. The killing of the bones spread in the snow wind, because everyone's expectations, this evil battle became the devil and evil killed, demon and demons.

Xia Hou's heart is stressed, and the killing is rushing in his blood. He slowly clenched the lotus lotus, the pattern of the knife handle and rubbed his palm.

"Xia Hou," Shen Yizheng, his shoulder, "stay calm, you are not alone now, you are the leader of the assassin."

I am aestler, "You are new."

Xia Hou was awkward, and he as if he saw the leaves of the leaves.

It turned out that he finally embedded this road, as is the inevitable thing.

Xia Hou looked up his eyes, and the steel-like killing is burst in an instant.

"Galanmine, protect my front, go to the world, the same is immortal." Xia Hou , "Zhujun, with me!"

The assassins were pulled together, and the knives were like snow.

"The same!"

"The same!"

"The same!"

Sound like a frenzy, swept the snow.

Baili Iris in pale ruins, reached out to Xia Hou, and immediately reached out, like hello Luisheng.

"Very good, in this case, then I am willing." Baili black smiled, "everyone, listen to me, give me - kill!"

All arrows! The two parties are like rain. The arrow is in an instant, all people have improved the knife, and the two black tides have hit together. It is like the wild beast to bite each other. The snow white knife is smashed with bright red flesh, and the snow is rotated in the knife network and is reddish. Unclear is a blood flower. Xia Houzhen launched a wheel in the battle, and the knife was mounted to us, and all black and flesh and blood in front of him were twisted into a fragment.

However, it is not fast enough!

The figure of Baili Black Cloth Hongshang slowly disappeared in the end of the horizon, and the snow shocked her trace.

"Xia Hou, we open the road for you!" The assassin yelled.

The assassin rushed forward, one tide, one tide, the front of the people fall under the opponent's blade, the back of the people stepped on the companion again. The chaotic black tide is difficult to squeeze a bloodline, and everyone is biting the teeth. Xia Hou slammed into the bloody rain, he looked at the head of a man with a mask, and blood sprayed in his quiet cheek. He gave a secretion, and he fed into his belly. .

"Go! Xia Hou Yu!" The assassin was screaming, "the wish of the dead unmanned people, the wish of all our people, kill Baili!"

In the sound of killing, Shen Yu returned to the eyes, and the eyes picked it with blood, brutal gorgeous.

"Go," Shen Wei, "You are born, I will go to you. You die, I will accompany you."

That is a promise, Biyu Huangquan, life and death.

Xia Houzhen did not hesitate, turned around, and rushed into the snow.