[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

do not die.

It is a bit ridiculous to say that the scene here is really ridiculous.

Consonance points to Lu Xiaofeng, blows snow at the west gate of Wanmei Villa, and flies to Ye Gucheng.

Which one is not a real chivalrous man and hero who is well-known in the martial arts world and has lived among thousands of people!

Although Gong Jiu is strong, Wuming is mysterious, and the island is full of powerful fighters, how can anyone be [-]% sure that they can survive the cooperation of these three people!

One palm, two swords.

A person, an old man, an island.

It's nothing more than the meeting of the strong, the outcome is up to God, and life and death are fate.

This is the rivers and lakes.

Hua Manlou said these words are even more strange.

Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuuxue, and Ye Gucheng, these three people may have different purposes, but they really came because of Huamanlou gathering.

That's a long, long story.

In the story, there are wind, wine, beauties, treasures, and even a rabbit who is addicted to alcohol.

If I have free time, I will tell you.

It is the end of the story.

At the end of that story, there are only two words.

friend.

What a wonderful word.

For Huamanlou or Zhuang Zhou, this word has the power to make him smile more than love.

It was the most beautiful emotion in the world and the most incredible fate.

Strangers are capable, but they can be sympathetic and sympathetic, and have nothing to do with sex, desire, or invasion.

Walking on different roads, meeting each other occasionally, drinking a glass of water and wine, talking about the world, the universe, and the universe, the interest is exhausted, the drums are beating, and they look at each other with a smile, just like strangers.

The Camellia Master is worthy of being a servant, Wang Xiaoshi is the younger brother, Baichou Feizhuo Donglai He Zongbaoxian Macang Ye Wang, no matter what his original name was, he has already changed beyond recognition.

Only they are such friends.

Thank you for this exceptionally peaceful martial arts world.

Thanks to this martial arts world, which is extremely beautiful even if it is hostile.

are friends, so they appear here.

Because of Huamanlou, because of the burning love in their chests, and because of the justice they insisted on, they rushed thousands of miles to fight against Gong Jiu.

Isn't this a particularly touching thing?

In this touching moment, Hua Manlou said to his enemy: "Don't die."

If Gong Jiu didn't die, wouldn't it be Lu Xiaofeng who died?Ximen Chuuxue?Ye Gucheng?

Or, it was Hua Manlou herself.

Did he really fall in love?met love?

How can it be?

Of course not.

After all, Huamanlou is Zhuang Zhou, and Zhuang Zhou will only be Zhuang Zhou.

"If I may, I want to tell you something."

This is a trap.

Because that's what it means to be impossible.

It's a pity that all creatures in this world who fall into the vortex of love will involuntarily yearn for the beautiful bright side. The power of love makes all the pain and darkness look gorgeous and radiant, and makes all the clues and secrets become perfect. Don't care .

Gong Jiu smiled slowly.

He smiled with a sense of dignity, his expression was like floating in a dream, although he was neither sweet nor cute nor beautiful and warm, but just by looking at it, he felt that it was a beautiful dream.

"Seven children."

"You are here, don't go anywhere."

"You always wait for me."

His words were gentle and slow, as if he was going to use up all the tenderness in his life.

His words are confident and arrogant, almost as if he wants to use up a lifetime of ego.

After all, the man stood up.

His black hair and mane were undisturbed, there was not a single wrinkle on his snow-white clothes, his sculpted face had a cold, conceited and resolute expression, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge.

He glanced at Huamanlou.

There is a hint of tenderness in the blade miraculously.

He turned and left without hesitation.

Hua Manlou tilted her head quietly, as if watching him go away.

There are many things in this world that have a good ending, and there are many stories that are innocent, lovely, perfect and happy.

However, there are also many things. The ending is not beautiful or good, but it is very reasonable.

There are also many innocent, lovely, perfect and happy stories that even the authors themselves do not believe.

When Gong Jiu faced Lu Xiaofeng and the other three.

Wu Ming disappeared.

Linger rebelled.

This cute little girl, who longed to be pampered in the palm of her hand, tilted her head, her blue eyes were emotionless.

"The name of the piano is suspicious, it seems to be a time traveler, kill it."

She pierced Gong Jiu's body with a sword, the sword was like thunder, like lightning.

That is a sword that should not appear in this world, a sword that does not belong to humans.

A sword that only gods can use.

Then, under Lu Xiaofeng's astonished gaze, before Gong Jiu's fallen body, the little girl said this.

In the quiet palace, the gorgeous Ah San silently untied Huamanlou's chains with one hand.

Hua Manlou smiled.

"Thank you, but I think I need a knife, and my violin."

Ah San lowered her eyebrows and found a knife for Huamanlou.

A knife is a good knife.

Cut iron like mud, and cut hair decisively.

Hua Manlou picked up the knife with a smile and stepped out of the palace.

Ah San hugged his qin silently, and followed him closely, like the most loyal servant in the world.

Huamanlou, oh, it should be called Zhuang Zhou at this time.

Holding the knife, Zhuang Zhou walked in front of Lu Xiaofeng, Ling'er, and Gong Jiu's body.

"I found it."

he said with a smile.

Ling'er was expressionless and said nothing.

Zhuang Zhou didn't care.

He lowered his eyes.

Knife out.

A beautiful cut.

It is the gaze in the eye of the beholder.

It is the gentle figure of a slim woman.

It is the flowers of early spring that bloom like a sea.

It even has a slightly floral scent.

Very cold knife.

In the bottomless abyss, the ten thousand years of ice can't reach even a tiny bit.

It was so cold that Ling'er was frozen there, motionless.

Knife to.

Head off.

Blood splashed on the ground.

Zhuang Zhou closed his eyes, and the strange and familiar power slowly flowed into his body like warm water, and the force that was forced to seal was slightly loosened.

"It's a good start."

Xue Chang said softly in the jade pendant.

"Is he still alive?"

Zhuang Zhou glanced at Gong Jiu and said in his heart.

"If you succeed, they will live on their own."

"Ah San, give me the piano."

Hearing this, Zhuang Zhou said calmly.

After receiving the qin, Zhuang Zhou sat on the ground, moving his fingers lightly, and the nameless qin music came out at will.

His voice whimpered, as if in shock.

Indistinctly far away, straight up to the nine heavens and blue sky.

Zhuang Zhou smiled and glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng, and slowly closed their eyes.

It's over here, it's time to leave.

In all worlds, the day of success, the time of goodbye.

The author has something to say:

I finished it at 09:30 today, I was a bit rushed, don’t shoot, this is also a love affair, oh hehe, the next picture of Xiao Li Feidao, now I realize that my son is really not a good guy. ╭(╯3╰)╮Who should Xiao Li Fei Dao wear?so tangled.I don't have time to write a new article today ==+!

Passionate Swordsman