Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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It is the end of the summer, the whole continent is covered in high temperature. Although this mountain is close to the sea, it is unable to accept the moist and coolness of the sea breeze because of the terrain. It is just a sultry heat, so it is only in the mountains. There will be such a strong rotten smell, so many heart-rending dangers.

Because the meadow on the top of the mountain is facing the sky, it seems to be dry, and the terrain is very dangerous. There are no large carnivores.

At this time near noon, Bai Yao’s sun desperately sprayed heat, and generously gave most of it to the meadow. The light was so fierce that it was originally a cyan straw. Shining the white light, I can imagine how high the temperature is.

The small animals have already entered the soil to escape the heat, and the birds have returned to the nest in the forestside of the mountainside, waiting to find the grass seeds for food tomorrow morning.

The whole meadow is quiet and quiet, but it is only a glimpse of the mountain wind, it will pick up the blue and white waves, the blue background of the world and the white clouds of Shutan, watching these waves gently, the whole world, very beautiful.

It would be perfect if there were no blood from those two humans and those human beings.

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A sigh, Fan leisure slowly opened the eyes of sweat and blood, he looked at the sky with his eyes open, and found that there seems to be a light spot in the eyelids that always drives away, he did not respond, this is After being illumined by the blazing sun for a long time, the subconsciously reached out and waved, but found that the right hand was very heavy, and the original hand was still holding the heavy weight.

He changed his left hand to wave, and then a deep pain in the bone marrow, so he could not help but shouted loudly!

The pain made him wake up. He squinted. Looking at the feather arrow on the left chest, the feather arrows all plunged in. Only the last arrow feathers remain outside the body, and the blood keeps flowing out, making the black feathers more bloody.

Slightly bend the left leg. Very reluctantly use the right hand to touch the black dagger in the boot, extremely slow and careful to reach under the back, along the tiny gap between the body and the meadow. Gently cut.

The arrow shaft was deeply buried in the soil, and his body was suddenly relaxed, but this slight vibration caused a sharp pain in his chest. His face was pale and almost called out.

Resist the pain. He used the dagger to remove most of the arrow feathers from the chest. Only leave a small head for the future to pull the arrow.

Finished it all. The pain has caused him to sweat a lot of cold sweats, and the sweat even cleaned the blood on his face.

He is facing the sky. Breathing in a big mouth. The eyes looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky. Even the glaring sun was too lazy to avoid, because he felt that there was no better thing in the world than to live. If you can't see this sun again in the future. How much regret you should have.

Fan’s luck is very good. Yan Xiaoyi’s arrow shot his left chest accurately, but the arrow and body time. Fan Xian just swayed the trigger, although the m82a1 was not big enough, but still let his body move backwards.

This is the next. Let Yan Xiaoyi’s shot hit the position, which is more than expected, avoiding the heart. Inserted under the left shoulder.

As for Yan Xiaoyi, he died. He didn't want to pay attention to it. He just felt very tired. I really want to lie down like this, lying on this soft meadow. Isolated on the top of the mountain. Enjoy a rare break. Besides, if Yan Xiaoyi is not dead. Take him to this state at this time. Only the murdered land.

That being the case. Why bother to pay attention?

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But he must pay attention to it, because there are still many things waiting for him to do in the world. After a while. On the quiet and suffocating meadow, there was a weak figure. Van was dragging the body of the wounded, slamming the sniper rifle, step by step, through the meadow, and heading for the blood.

In the past, Fan Xian always felt that the 300 meters was too close. It was so close to him that he was so creepy. However, at this time, he felt that the 300 meters was far away, and it seemed that there was no end.

When he walked to Yan Xiaoyi's side, he was already tired and couldn't stand, and his legs kept shaking. The most precious weapon in the world supported the weight of his whole body, and the barrel was fine. Deeply caught in the mud.

Fan Xian does not care, and how powerful weapons. In fact, there is not much difference between the stick and the stick. If people can't throw away the stick, they may never walk alone.

He looked at Yan Bing, the middle of the blood pool, his eyes stunned, his brow wrinkled, his mood was complicated, and he didn't know what emotions should be born.

The blood has already drained and has penetrated into the mud under the green meadow. The upper left body of Yan Xiaoyi has disappeared. It has become a kind of meat that can't be seen in shape. It looks like a tomato that has been pinched, and the red pulp and flesh are sprayed wildly. Very scary.

Fan Xian followed Fei Jie to dig the graves and admire the corpse. I didn’t know how many horrible scenes I saw, but I couldn’t help but turn my head.

Obviously, Fan’s shot was still awkward, but the powerful power of anti-equipment weapons was fully demonstrated at this moment. Suffering such a powerful blow, even the strongest in the world's nine products, still only pay the price of life. member

Fan Xianping regained his mood and turned back to the head of Yan Xiaoyi's intact head, ready to reach out and close the eyes of the strong man.

However... he saw the pupil that had been scattered, but stopped moving, and seemed to think that this person is still alive.

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"Maybe you can still hear me." Fan was silent for a while and began to say, with a cough that could not be suppressed. "I know that you feel that this is not fair, but there is nothing fair in the world."

Yan Xiaoyi did not react at all, and the pupils were scattered, glaring at the sky.

Fan Silence said after a little silence: "Your son, not my kill, is the four-guard sword, and I will avenge you in the future."

I don't know why, beside Yan's body, Fan Xian will lie like this. In fact, his idea is very simple. He felt that this death was unfair to Yan Xiaoyi. For this kind of talented person, the death is very embarrassing, and he is more aware of what a person will think before dying.

For example, what is the most important thing to remember in Yan Xiaoyi's heart--if Yan Xiaoyi thinks that he is the only murderer of Yan Yan. Yan Xiaoyi could not kill himself to avenge his son. This strong man is afraid that he will be saddened to the extreme.

This sentence. Just keep an eye on Yan Xiaoyi. However, Yan Xiaoyi’s eyes still did not close. Fan leisure laughed and laughed. I wonder if I am comforting the dead. Still comforting yourself?

He whispered: "They said that there is nothing wrong with it. Your strength is really strong. You can even try to challenge those old monsters. So I have no way to kill you. It is not me who kills you."

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian continued: "This thing is called a gun. It is the essence of a civilization... although this essence is not a good thing for that civilization."

Yan Xiaoyi’s eyes are still not on the shackles. It’s just a sound from the neck. The skull slammed into the flesh and blood of oneself. The nine-strong man has already died, but he has been shattered by bullets. At this point, I finally couldn’t bear the weight of my head. It fell like a fallen leaf.

Fan is a glimpse. Looking at the deadly **** face of the dead, I haven't known how to speak for a long time. After a long time, he looked up at the sky and seemed to want to find some traces from the blue sky and white clouds.

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The good warriors died in the soldiers, and the good swimmers succumbed to the water. The good shooter died in the vector. This is the famous saying that people have summed up. Yan Jianyi, the **** of the arrow, finally died under a Barrett. Whether the outcome is fair or not. Whether the process is ridiculous. But the blood of the beach is full of blood and proves the blood and ** of this truth.

Yan Xiaoyi is the strongest enemy to kill the land since Fan Xiansheng was born again. He still respects the flesh and blood on the ground. Especially the pursuit of this day and night. Let him finally understand the truth at the last moment of life and death, and figure out one thing, which will undoubtedly play a very big role in his future life.

He is too afraid of death, so he is always cautious and gloomy, and he is determined to stop. But I have never had a clear mood like Haitang. Wang Shilang is obsessed with courage. Until Yan Xiaoyi forced to the edge of the cliff. He really broke the darkness in his heart and bravely stood up from the grass. Raised the gun in his hand.

He stood up from here.

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Maintaining the respect for Yan Xiaoyi, Fan Leisure is still accustomed to follow-up work after getting used to this pool of flesh and blood. Removed the long silk bow wrapped around the other's body, and laboriously dragged the half-legged body to the edge of the cliff.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, he measured the position, then slowly slammed to the ground, picked up a stone, and began to sculpt the body. At this time, the sun was very strong, and the blue sky and white clouds between the grasses, a handsome and pale young man holding stones and chopping around the body, blood and water splashing, the scene looked extremely disgusting.

He pushed Yan Xiaoyi's half-piece body and the stone down the cliff, and for a long time did not pass back and forth.

After doing all this, he was tired enough, the pain in his chest, but also made him somewhat unable to stand, very embarrassed to sit on the ground, some dizzy in his brain.

He knew that he had to rest and healed. The remaining viscera in the grass should not be used for a few days, and it would be digested by the creatures in the original forest, and he must also remove the traces of the heavy shovel. member

He coughed twice, and the little arrow that trembled through the heart trembled, and a painful tear spread, which made him unable to stop snoring.

Not at the same time, the top of Dadong Mountain, far away from the wonderful meadow on the top of the mountain, was surrounded by the emperor of the Qingdong Mountain in the building of the Qing Temple. Through the window, the morning light outside the window was faint.

"I don't know if the child can return to Kyoto safely." He said slowly, this should be the first time the Qing emperor was in front of an outsider, and his performance was so gentle.

Hong Lao’s **** smiled slightly, and the deep wrinkles were full of calmness. It was like there were no five thousand powerful rebels under the mountain. There was no slow-moving master who wore a hat on the ladder.

"Xiao Fan is a great man, and there are no great people outside Dadongshan." Hong Lao’s **** said moderately: "It should not be difficult on the road. The key is to return to Beijing."

"The things in Kyoto are not difficult to deal with." Qing emperor smiled slightly: "He is more and more fond of this child. This time I will see him again."

The old **** sighed in his heart. I thought that since I loved it, why bother to doubt again, how much difference does this have with the two princes?

The emperor no longer talked about the illegitimate child who escaped. Turned to look at the old eunuch. Calm said: "This time. You are leaning against you."

The old **** is still squatting. After a long silence, he said slowly: "The slave is the slave of the Qing Dynasty. Since the founding of the country, I have been waiting for my Daqing dynasty to dominate the world. It can work for His Majesty. It is the luck of the old slaves."

This is not a table of loyalty between the emperor and the old eunuch. You don't need these extra words. But nowadays. The army is surrounded by mountains. The old **** was still slowly speaking, as if he was eager to tell his own mind to the emperor.

The emperor quietly watched Hong Si itchy, his face gradually becoming dignified. After a long while, he took a handful of his hands. I went to the old eunuch.

The emperor is supreme. Salute to an eunuch. This is of course an unbelievable situation, but Hong Si itch is indifferent. Calm and even a little indifferent to this gift.

The emperor straightened up. There was a strong expression on his face and he said, "Give me your promise. I will give it to the country. I will give it to the world... In the future, I will let you see it."

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The sky is already bright. The dense fog has already dispersed. The rebel camp was on a hillside behind several rows of green trees at the foot of Dadong Mountain. The rebel commander in black overall looked calmly at the movement at the gate. The serene eyes are full of peace, and there is no excitement or high spirit.

"No more attack. No use." The black uniform commander said to the people around him. It’s like saying a short thing in a parent. The attitude is very mild, but it is beyond doubt.

I took a look at the mysterious figure with the sword of the long sword. The brow is slightly wrinkled, although it does not agree with the other side. But there is no rebuttal. The Dadong Mountain area was killed, and it was as if it was destined to stun the world. As the sword of the sword, everyone does not want to have a slight influence on the overall situation because of themselves.

There was a quiet mountain gate, and hundreds of banned troops had been evacuated to the gate, but the rebel 5,000 long archers stormed several times. However, they were all repulsed back by the defensive forces in the mountains. This time, the offensive was launched. It is the strong attacking force with the masters of Dongyi City as the core.

The soul of the cloud is the strength of the son of the sword. There is a very strong confidence, thinking that they have led the archers to storm. Even after the mountain gate, the mountain forest hides the most powerful tiger guard of the Qing emperor. It will always be torn apart.

What's more, the most powerful of the banned army... the younger brother, when he faced the same door in Dongyi City. Do you still have to continue?

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In the morning, the bird was shocked and slammed out of the forest. It was a few green leaves that were smashed, so you can see what the birds were surprised to see as they rested overnight.

The birds that are alarming are the snow that shines like the sky.

A piece of snow is a knife.

Killing people without a long knife.

The snow in the sky, I don’t know how many soul-splitting knives dance at the same time to create such a terrible sight.

The forest was slashing in the air, and it was sprinkled out in an instant. It was invaded and burned on weekdays. At this time, it looked extremely fragile, cutting up the trunks of countless bark, slamming out and hitting the earth. The middle creaked.

Countless voices screamed and screamed, and in a flash, the blood in the woods was not sprinkled with money, and the stumps and broken arms were thrown away toward the sky and fell toward the ground. In the first encounter, the encounter was so fierce, it can be seen that the swordsmen finally broke out the most powerful force when they were forced into the final predicament.

The eyes of the cloud stunned, knowing that the black dress commander was really correct, no longer dare to wait, waved a hand to make an arrow.

The masters of Dongyi City led the remnant soldiers who were remnant, and reluctantly retreated from the woods. It seems that it is more appropriate to see the momentum.

It was only a sniper war between the two places, and the rebels who attacked the mountain gates paid 70% of the casualties. Even the masters of Dongyi City lost five people.

The heart of the cloud is a pain, I don’t know how to speak. Dongyi City does not have a large number of soldiers like Nanqing and Beiqi. The most powerful one is the swordsman group that Jianyan cultivated. Even if only five people die, it is still a heavy one. Strike.

He knew that the defensive power around Qingdi was naturally quite horrible, but he did not think that the strength of the other side of the mountain was so powerful.

"It's Hu Wei." The black man riding on the horse looked at him calmly and said: "In the legend, the seven tiger guards around Xiaofan's adult can join forces to retreat to the Haitang girl... and this quiet Dadongshan. ”

He smiled slightly: "There are a hundred tiger guards."

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(Besides the first experiment, this is the first time that the first-time writer system is regularly updated. At the end of the day, it is nine o'clock in the morning. When everyone sees this chapter, it should be 4:5 pm. 10. At this time, I have already taken the plane to Shanghai.

Yes, the starting point is to open the annual meeting of the author. There are many guys like me in the country. At this time, they are all in the direction of Shanghai.

The 23rd annual meeting is over, but I will not go home immediately, because I am going to the north, because the first sentence of the fallen city, so until mid-July, my life should be on the road.

The reason why I didn't ask for leave in advance...because I don't need to take time off, wow hahahaha, I bought the book with the monthly ticket bonus, um.

I will keep it updated, if not, I will let you know in advance. Just because of the interference of many transactions on the road, I am afraid to maintain a stable time. Please forgive me.

I was very satisfied with the chapter yesterday, not narcissism, but my ability and the effect of writing are very uniform. something wrong? This is really nothing, because there is never a omnipotent person in this world, I am just a poor person with a code word. Rationality is not the key, and self-consistency is more important. The novels to be written every day are basically impossible if there are no mistakes, so in this respect, I have always been very good at forgiving myself.

I am a person who is very wide and treats people wide. Of course, Fan Xian is the wish of the township. I am not, I am a good old man, Amitabha.

As Suzaku's introduction: This is of course "", this is just "", everyone is happy or excited, can spend some leisure time after work, that is the source of my sense of accomplishment. Nonsense does not count words. )

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