She fell by the side of No. 17.
And the other five women around a few people, but also all fell to the ground.
Xiaohong swung her tail, rolled her body into a roll, and lay on the head of one of the dead people.
Head up, complacent, probably in seeking Su Yan's praise.
Just now, Suyan's attention is not on Xiaohong at all.
She just tilted her head and stared at the coachman and the people in the rickshaw.
The dagger in his hand was dripping blood.
Maybe it was just that she put too much pressure on her hands, which caused blood to splash on her hands.
Probably no one thought that someone would be involved at this time.
And the people in the rickshaw were also controlled by zuolin when Su Yan killed the people beside them.
Cao Li yells out, "what are you doing? I'll tell you that I'm Cao Li. You dare to move me to make sure you can't walk out of Yecheng! "
The Cao family has two sons.
Cao Li, Cao Lu.
Su Yan clutched the dagger and went to the controlled Cao Li.
She stabbed the dagger into Cao Li's heart.
He didn't pull it out at once, but twisted the handle of the knife to let the sharp dagger rotate, rotate and rotate in his body.
Cao Li died of pain.
The face of death is miserable. There is a big hole in the chest.
It looks like it's horrible.
He fell on the side of the carriage.
And the rest, the ones that the dog legs should have, died clean.
Suddenly, the grass was covered with the smell of blood.
It's heavy enough to make people sick.
Su jiuci walked to No. 5 and died.
His eyes are full of hate.
He took off his coat and put it on the woman.
Reach out and let her close her eyes.
There is no ups and downs in my eyes.
Life and death see too much, worse than this, also seen.
However, the woman's eyes were filled with hatred, making him willing to give her a respect.
"Left cold"
his voice
"boss?"
"Pack up and go back."
"Yes"
and on the other side, the number 17 woman lying on the ground has an arrow in her calf and an arrow in her abdomen. Now she has only one breath left.
She clutched the second woman's hand to death, exhausted her last breath of strength and filled her eyes with grief
She said off and on, tears running from the corner of her eyes.
Finally, he died in the arms of the man named Qingyue.
Qing Yue sat there for a long time holding the corpse.
Tears, can not cry out.
Those tears, in that dark day, all cry dry.
Now, how can she cry?
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in the afternoon, the yellow sun.
In a courtyard.
Qin Qingyue is lying on the bed. The wound has been bandaged.
All the people left.
Only Su Yan, Su jiuci, and Qin Qingyue in bed.
The atmosphere was dull and silent.
Su Yan's voice
"do you have anything to say?"
Qin Qingyue shakes his eyes and focuses them gradually.
She knew that she was saved this time because of this person.
She came down from the bed and knelt heavily on the ground.
I kowtowed three times, one by one.
When he raised his head, his forehead was black.
With a hoarse voice, with solemnity and gratitude
"I, Qin Qingyue, would like to go to tangtaohuo for you in the future!"
Su Yan didn't get up to help her.
This is what she should have done, and this is what she should have done.
Just, compared with this, she would like to know what this jade card means.