The Governor is Sick

The man in front of him is completely different from what Xia Houyi remembers. In the past, the weak young man has grown into a fierce assassin, with a cold smile on his smile. Xia Houyi's heart sank, but what worried him even more was Shen Yun. What does not mean in the palace? Where can Shen Ye be not in the palace?

The letter held his chin and looked at the sky, and laughed, "Yeah, it's too late. This time, Galan gathered all the assassins and dark stakes in the Beijing-Tianjin area. Eight other than me came out of the nest, and Galan took the knife The strongest assassin, Gallauro. You say, when will your overlord stay?

Galan, did you let it go? Xia Houyi clenched his fists, and it was easy to train an assassin. Galan was able to use all his skills, clearly playing with his life. But as long as Shen Ye was killed and no one succeeded in the East Factory, Galan was the winner.

"What do you want?" Xia Hou bit his teeth and said, "Speak out and tell me, where is the governor?"

"What do I want?" Shu Qing laughed, raised his head sharply, and his eyes were clear, "I want you to die, Brother!"

In a short time, the sword light suddenly rose, and the slashing blade of the transverse wave came face to face. Xia Houyi ducked his head to avoid a blow. Lianxiang pulled Miaoyu and A Chu to hide aside. Fanzi rushed out of the courtyard, set up a crossbow, aimed at the letter, but they could n’t keep moving. hand.

The sword disappeared without a pause, and he turned back and slashed, "Master, when are you going to stay awake? Why don't you die!"

"Love, are you crazy ?!" Xiahou cursed, "Aren't you defecting, why are you back to Galan again!"

"You're crazy!" The love of the book is bleak, "Yes, I defected, but unfortunately I can't hide from you, I've been arrested!" He ripped his clothes to reveal his chest and shoulders, There were countless lashes across it. "Look, eighty-one whip, my mother is not dead. I only knew when I returned to Galan that you killed my heart and got the medicine. My good teacher, you Do you know when you are happy outside, we are waiting to die in the mountain temple! "

"I ..." Xia Houxi wanted to excuse him, and the love came again.

The smile of the written love in the sword's sword is like a ghost, "Master, do you know how painful it was in July and a half, we are lying under the Buddha statue, the body starts from the hands and feet, and becomes wood every inch. Abbot did not Now, no one sent us medicine. We broke into the black-faced Buddha to find medicine, but the medicine cave has been burned by you! You didn't even leave us an antidote! "

"Love, stop!" Xia Houxi shouted.

The love of the book is partial, and you flutter forward again, "You say aloud that we are your brothers, but you don't take our lives in your eyes in order to revenge your old lady!"

"Isn't your mother-in-law defected, aren't you alive? How can my mother-in-law know that you have been arrested again!" Xia Houyi flashed across the waves and pulled out a long knife from his waist. "Book love, don't you Press me. "

"Yes, I didn't want to live anymore. Galan is a ghost place, and I want to run away when I'm dead." The book fluttered with a knife, and turned around with a smile. "But what I hope is Brother Shi. ... you have antidote, why don't you come back to save us! I am full of thought that you will come back to save everyone, and say to everyone that you will definitely come back. The days go by, July and a half are getting closer, you are a little bit There are no shadows. At the last moment I realized that you really do n’t come back. You hate Gala, and Gala killed your mother. You wish everyone would die! "

Xia Houyi almost bit his teeth. "My mother-in-law has no antidote at all! Enough love, don't fight. Tell me where the governor is and I will let you go."

The letter sneered and pointed at him with a knife, "Liar, how can you live to this day without antidote! What you didn't expect is that the abbot's medicine is useless at all, and July and a half is no solution to poison! You also didn't expect us to return Alive, right? "The letter lowered and stroked Hengbo, Fang Daoguang flipped between his fingers," I did not expect that we did not wait for you, but Mr. Duan and Lord Yan Luo. "

Memories like crow feathers came in chaos, and the love of the book reminded of the moonlit night that day, and the wood leaves were flying like rain. Duan Jiu took the Baili kite up the stairs and pushed open the gate of Daxiong treasure hall. The assassins stood up from the lingering wheezing, looking at the two tall and short shadows under the moon.

"It's pitiful, but that's okay, your days are still long, because ..." Bai Lijie looked down at them, a cold smile slowly rising from her lips, "I have brought supreme bliss to you."

"That's not supreme bliss," Xia Houyi whispered. "That's Sen Luo Hell."

"So you blame it all, Xia Houyi," Shu Qing said expressionlessly, "you are a sinner, you **** it."

This sentence was like a sentence, which struck Xia Hou's heart.

Yeah, he was full of evil, blood on his hands, and he was supposed to die.

Xia Houzhen was silent for a long time, and the book love looked at him, and suddenly felt that there were many helpless sorrows hidden in the man. He wondered if this was an illusion and didn't care. In the silence, Xia Houxi pulled out the knife and crouched down deeply. The knife pointed obliquely at the ground, and there was a bit of cold cold light.

He stared coldly at the letter and said, "I just tell you that I never knew that the abbot gave me an antidote. However, it doesn't make sense to say these. It is me who kills the abbot, and who destroys Galan. I, even if I try again, even if you have not defected, I will choose it this way. You can hate me, hate me, just you. Different positions, no need to say a word. I just want to know one thing-the governor Lord, where are you! "

As soon as the words fell, Xia Houyi dared to make a knife, murderous!

Dao Guang exploded in the small courtyard, and the whole body of the love was shrouded in time. The book love took a deep breath, holding the knife to meet the snowflake knife net woven by Xia Hou. He has improved a lot over the years, and can even keep up with Xia Hou's meticulous sword. He knew that Xiahou was dead soon, but he was still strong, and his advantage was self-evident.

But he was wrong!

Xia Houyi's wrist flipped, and the long knife dragged the fascinating streamer to draw a continuous cross in the air. The letter of love receded step by step in the cross, and Heng Bo and Xia Houyi's blade hit each other, making a sudden and sharp crackling sound. Such a cross cut obviously requires a lot of energy, but Xia Houyi continued to tirelessly, and the tiger's mouth of the love finally broke down in the last cut.

"That's it," Xiahou said.

Xia Houyi held the knife in his backhand and waved it out straight, the tip of the knife struck a sharp line. Suddenly a pain in the arm of the love, Heng Bo slumped to the ground, blood dripped down the arm, and dropped to the ground.

"Say, where are you assassinated?" Xia Houyi asked.

"I will not tell you if I die." The sneer sneered. "You just wait to see his body."

Xia Hou lifted his collar and pressed his head into the auspicious cylinder. The cold water suddenly drowned his head and face, and the water ran into his throat and nose. He struggled violently, but Xia Hou's strength was so great that he pressed his head to keep him out.

He patted his hands haphazardly, and Xia Houzhen raised him, "Say!"

The love spit out several spits, and said hoarsely, "You dream!"

Xia Houyi stared at him fiercely. "Then I will cut your ears off, and I will cut the other one!"

The letter shouted, "Dare you!"

Xia Houyi yelled against his face: "Don't you dare me!"

The letter stared at his eyes, and both eyes were bloodshot, like a ghost of Shura. The letter flickered for a long while, and suddenly laughed, "Okay, brother, let's make a deal."

"What deal?"

"I saw your mother's ashes in the ancestral hall. You are a very capable brother. Your mother was stabbed like that. You can still retrieve her ashes."

An ominous premonition floated in Xia Houyi's heart, "What do you want to do?"

"I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to see whether your mother is more important or Shen Yun is more important in your heart. I want to know where Shen Yun is." The shear waves were destroyed, and I will tell you where Galan assassinated. "

The crowd was startled, and Lianxiang said angrily, "Why is your heart so wicked!"

The text smiled suddenly and said, "Xiahou Hou is ten thousand times more poisonous than me!"

"That ..." Ah Chu whispered, "It seems that the factory father went to some temple. I overheard him before."

"Which temple? Is it Guangling Temple?" Xia Houyi asked.

A Chu bit her lip and said, "At that time, I was just surprised ... Bai Liyu was Yan Luo's business, and I didn't hear it too clearly."

Lianxiang said: "Small sister, why don't you send someone to the Dongchang to ask, or go to the palace, someone will always know where the governor went."

"It's too slow, it's too slow." Xia Houxi was anxious.

It has been delayed too long, and the East Factory is a long way from Shenfu. I don't know if I can ask. Needless to say, the palace door has been locked, and it took a lot of effort to persuade Yu Linwei to let it go. It still has to go through a lot of checkpoints. I do n’t know how much time it will take.

Where can Shen Yun wait!

"You talk," Xia Hou said, holding the collar of the letter. "Sister Lianxiang, trouble you to help me get my mother's ashes."

Lianxiang hesitated for a moment, or went, and soon returned holding Xiahou's ashes. Xia Houyi took over his mother's ashes, which was originally residual ash, not too heavy, and held it in his hands, as if it were a light flutter. Xia Houyi picked up the transverse wave on the ground and walked into the knife furnace, standing in front of the oven, the blazing fire reflected his face, and his eyes were frosty and sad.

Fanzi entered the house with the love, looking at Xia Houyi, and gradually shocked in his eyes, "Are you crazy, Xia Houyi, that's your mother." How Xia Houyi avenged his eyes, he still I remember the fierce blood and rain at the Liuzhou Sinister Assembly, Xia Houyu came out in blood, tearing all enemies like a fierce wolf. But now, this man is destroying his mother's last relic for another person.

Lianxiang covered her mouth with tears, choked and couldn't speak, Miaoyu buried her face in Lianxiang's arms, afraid to look at the lonely shadow.

"You lunatic, Shen Yun is so heavy!" The sneer, "Don't think I'm soft-hearted, I'll see if you can really get it!"

Xia Houyi opened the lid of the porcelain altar, and Xia Houyi's residual ashes came into view. This was the last dust left by Xia Houyi in this world. He remembered the woman who had been away from him for eight years. She had a sloppy lip, a sharp eyebrow, like a knife, the tip of which was forward, as if it could chop everything. Tears passed silently across his cheeks and fell into the ashes, and the dust suddenly became deeper, like a sore scar.

His mother had been gone for a long time, but now it seems to be the same as yesterday. He remembered that he had just learned that his father was an old bald donkey. He was eight years old at the time and was crying while knocking on his mother's door: "You lied, you liar. You said that I planted it from the ground , I was born by you and the old bald donkey! "

Xia Houyu opened the door and saw Xia Houyu who was running in the stream. She had a headache. "Which turtle broke your mouth to tell you, my mother went to cut him."

Xia Houyi used his big head to top Xia Houyi, "You liar!"

Xia Houyi pressed his head with one hand, "Love to cry, don't cry."

"I didn't cry!" Xia Houyun cried terribly. "The old bald donkey doesn't recognize me, why!"

"Look at you," Xia Houyi punched him on top of his head, and he took a nap under her fist. "What kind of patience to recognize others as a father is my son. I should let others call your father and kneel." call!"

Xia Houyi will always be that way, as if with a transverse wave, all the difficulties and dangers in the world will be chopped into mud. He later learned that she is not omnipotent. She just has a deep heart. Her heart can accommodate all the difficulties in the world, and her sword can cut off all the ways.

He is the son of Xia Houyi, and he must have the same courage as her.

Xia Houyi turned the porcelain altar, his ashes poured into the oven, and a little fluorescent light flew in the flames. He seemed to see Xia Hou's eyebrows and gradually melted in the flames. Everyone held their breath and looked at the scene. At this moment, it seemed that the wind was snoring, and the world was quiet, except for the explosion of flames in the oven. Xia Houyu didn't stop. He pulled out Hengbo and inserted the charcoal in the oven. Hengbo's blade slowly became scorched, waiting for the final rest like a twilight old man.

"Crazy ..." the murmur murmured, "Xiahou Hou, you are a lunatic."

Xia Houyi put the porcelain altar on the stove. "I was tired of asking a question before. I didn't understand it at that time. Now I understand that the living person is always more important than the dead person. In writing, you want me to do it. I have already done it and tell me where the overlord is. "

"..." The love of the book gave Xia Houyi a deep look, and said, "Lutan Ancient Road. Garan's people are waiting outside, you can't go out."

Xia Houyi hung a leather knife on his back, grabbed three long knives and three short knives from the knife holder, inserted them into the knife belt, put his crossbow behind his waist, finally put on black gloves, and wrapped the wire around his arm. He turned around and ordered a team of Tiqis. "The assassins outside are handed over to you, I will take a step first. After solving the assassins, go to the East Factory to rescue the soldiers."

"Yes!" Ti Qi held his fists.

"Uncle Xia Hou, use this knife." Miao Ai did not know where to bring the step lotus, and handed it to Xia Hou Ai.

The black knife like a burning stick converges in the dark scabbard, like a buddha's shrine that has not been spoken. The black iron sword is forged with the Galan secret method and is most sharp. Xia Houyi said nothing, took the knife silently, held up Zhaoye with one hand, stepped on the door, and rushed out of the red paint door. The assassin appeared in the shadow, like a demon with Zhangya dance claws, Fanzi drew his sword to meet him, Xia Houyu crossed the top of the assassin's head, and ran to the moonlight.

The letter was locked in the knife furnace, staring blankly at the transverse wave in the oven, and the peerless sharp blade was becoming scorched black and turned into a scrap of iron. He couldn't understand why Xia Houzhen did so, a hoe, only a hoe, how could a person like Xia Houyu ruin his mother's last relic for a man.

Why can Xia Houyi always do this without hesitation, always going forward?

He thought of himself, and if she would take the willow shoot away decisively, she might not die. If he had been brave enough to drink himself or fight with Duan Jiu, he would not have been manipulated by Bliss Fruit to this day. But Xia Houyi's decision was absolutely impossible, he could not learn anyway.

"Book boy." A head protruded behind the window screen, and he recognized her as the little girl next to Xia Houyu, called Miaoyu.

"What are you doing?" The letter asked indignantly.

Li Miaoyu poke a hole in Biyan Luo with his finger and reached in a scroll. "Uncle Xiahou said that his fate is impermanent. Some things have to be prepared early, so he wrote several suicide notes, including one from the master It's for you. "

"For me?" The letter hesitated, wondering whether to answer it. His hands were tied, but he couldn't take it. Li Miaoyu poke the hole a little bigger and threw the paper roll to his feet.

"Let's take a look. I'm gone."

The letter glared at the scroll for a long while, and unfolded it with his toes. Xia Hou's not-so-good handwriting came into view.

Qi Qi. Brother, when you saw this letter, I was dead. I do n’t know how you are doing now. You defected six years ago, and I was shocked. I think you are not so brave. Was he arrested? Did you get a lot of whip? It's okay, a man has a scar on him to look like a man. You are my brother and sister. If you were alive when Garan was destroyed, the Lord would not be difficult for you. I've kept a little bliss, so you can save it for the rest of your life. I buried it under the stone pier on the far west side of the bamboo forest of Fuxiang Temple. The bag that wrote your name belongs to you. Don't take the other bag, it's for the seventeenth.

There will be no future.

Somehow, looking at the vision was hazy, tears dripping down the corner of the eye. The letter grimaced and blocked his sobs in his mouth. This hypocrite, does he think a pack of bliss will buy him? He will never forgive him, never!

The pain of the eighty-one whip, the bitterness that occurred in July and a half, desperately waiting for the years to die, the pain of never being relieved is vivid. He hated Xia Houyi, hated him for being at ease, but he was sinking in the sea of ​​bitterness. The letter cried in the flames of the fire, and the past bitterness burst into the eyes, turning into tears.

If it had been good for him to defect late, he could follow Xia Houyi. He also wanted to escape!

He suddenly thought of something, raising his head like a dream, and shouting out the window: "Girl, come back! Go to Xiahouyu, don't let him go alone! He can't beat Galo, he will die! That person ... is tired of it! "