Chapter 670

Lin Nianchu was in a cold sweat on his forehead and pretended to be calm. "Brother Jiang, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Although in the heart already flustered not to be able, Lin Nianchu also did not plan that person casually said two words to admit oneself to hide secret.

Jiangmen language did not look up, self-care in the hands of drinking tea. At this time, she suddenly felt that Lin Nianchu was actually very sad. She had found out the reason why he was lurking around her and didn't intend to hate him. After all, that person is for the one you love most.

Place the tightly held object on the table and unfold the cloth slowly. Xiaoming sits on the small shed in the courtyard outside. He doesn't know much about these things. While the two brothers were talking, he was sent aside to have some snacks.

Looking at what the two men were saying in the yard, I intuitively felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't say it again. Feeling sleepy and yawning, the two men sat far away in the room talking. Xiaoming looked up, and the day seemed to have changed.

"You've been with me for three years, don't you want this?" Lin Nianchu's heart was moving. He clearly controlled himself not to look at it, but could not help looking at it. After going, the things covered by the cloth finally showed their true colors. It's been three years, and he's been looking for them for three years.

A simple sword is lying quietly on the table. The common sharp weapon can't be put for a long time. It can only be used more and more quickly. This is the opposite of porcelain. Porcelain has a long history and iron swords are easy to turn into scrap iron after time.

This handle in front of him is totally different. Three years' absence from the sun makes him covered with dust, but he can't cover up his own light. Jiangmen language looking at Lin Nianchu, eyes full of complex feelings, the opposite person's eyes erratic, always dare not on.

"I admire you very much. I can't do such forbearance." With a long sigh, Jiangmen language seems to put down something. Lin Nianchu's heart with uneasiness, suddenly an idea surged into his mind, he had no time to think and made a decision.

When I came back, the soft sword I had been hiding around my waist had already reached the man's neck. Let's just do it. No matter whether we are loyal or not, we gave up all this three years ago.

Whether you win or lose is right or wrong, success or failure depends on it. You have to block up for that person's loss of life. He believed that he would succeed and that man would be saved. As for Jiangmen language, Lin Nianchu hesitated. That person should forgive himself.

If he doesn't forgive, he can't help it. "Brother Jiang, I'm sorry. I'll make atonement." When I save Yiner, I will thank you for my death. I know hell can't make it up, but it's the only thing I can do.

When the soft sword was put against his neck, Jiangmen dialect didn't respond, even didn't dodge at all. It's not as cold as the ordinary sword touching the skin. The soft sword that has been wrapped around the waist is warm, and the skin is stained with temperature.

"If you want this, just take it." Jiangmen language for a long time to say such a sentence, Lin Nianchu a Leng. He had been ready for a long time and knew that there was no way back at the moment when he drew his sword. He didn't expect such a situation.

Seeing that Lin Nianchu didn't speak for a long time, Jiangmen language grinned. "Why, even if I can't cheat you, I'm like this now. There's no way to shake you." Although the words were sincere, Lin Nianchu didn't believe them any more.

The man on the opposite side crawled out of the dead and lost his position and high-level spiritual power in the family overnight. It's impossible to have no hatred in your heart. It's a fool to believe that he is so easy to let the murderer go!

"Don't worry, I didn't lie to you. I have no reason to cheat you. I don't know how many people have been hurt by this sword. I don't want it any more. " Light words, but like a big stone hit in Lin Nianchu's heart.

Jiangmen language is like a snake spitting out letters, bewitching others with words. When they put down their guard a little bit, they bit it up and injected poison into the person with their own poisonous teeth.

"I, can I really?" As expected by Jiangmen dialect, the man opposite began to waver. In the past three years, Jiangmen language has done nothing wrong. It is easy for people to relax their vigilance when they appear in front of the public with a perfect image of persecution.

Looking at the people who had been obviously shaken in front of him, Jiangmen language sneered in his heart. At that time, the man in front of him has been lurking around him for so long. It seems that he can't tell the truth without a dose of heavy medicine.

It's late at night, air conditioning in the sun peep out of the place, cool hit in the world. Whether it's a person who has worked hard for life for a day, or a person who has practiced for a day in order to ascend, he has stopped at night.

Only the secret thoughts are cut off in the endless night, and the ugliness inside is exposed to those who like to peep. There are also some injured people who can only silently lick their wounds in the boundless night.

Qian Sangsang stayed in the cave and made an appointment with her partner to practice calligraphy, so she would do it. Looking at the sky is already late at night, shook hands, did not throw the pen in the side as usual. Rubbing his sore eyes, Qian Sangsang decided to continue to practice the writing of Xiuxian world."Who is it?" Feeling someone's eyes staring at him, Qian Sangsang became alert. Outside the cave, it was still dark, and Qian Sangsang didn't dare go to see it. Stay in this cave, there is light, good to see, go out seems to fall into the boundless darkness.

Is it Han Mo? Or Han Lin? One or two thoughts rose in her heart. The first one made her feel complicated, and the second one made her feel disappointed. In this way, she also felt that her feelings were right, and the world was too big for her.

He let go of everything, except the hidden in the heart of Han mo. Are they willing to let go of themselves? They have to watch themselves fall into endless nightmares to laugh happily. Well, that's it. Anyway, there's nothing good outside.

It's better to go back to the world of withered leaves and find the way home. Instead of becoming less and less like yourself in this complex world, it's better to go back and continue to live in poverty. Accompanied by the breeze, it is still a natural and unrestrained life.

The night was deep and long like running water, which soaked Qian Sangsang's heart. He felt cold when he went into the ice cellar. The wind outside the cave whistling, if the ear can be better, you can also hear the scream of someone inside.

It's time to turn around. In the night, a figure flashed quickly. I don't know how long I ran. The shadow floated into a house with heaven and earth. He flashed into a room as fast as he could and knelt in front of the carved bed.

There was a man sitting lazily on the big bed, with his chest wide open, revealing a piece of wheat skin. After listening to the report kneeling in front of him, he gently laughed.

"Qian Sangsang, you are mine after all."