Zhu Erlang also heard the scolding of Zhu Lao head around the corner, footsteps, and then walked without hesitation.

The three children of Xiao Lu's mother trembled, and Lu's lips were silent.

Only Zhu Zongbao sat on the stool safely, and the look did not change.

He said nothing, and slowly stood up and went to the third room.

2nd room

The four parents were not sad because of Zhu's words, but Qi Qi went to Zhu Erlang's house with melon seeds, peanuts, sugar, and wine.

The four father and daughter ate together, roasting on the fire, wearing new clothes on the body, warm and baked, and warmed up in the heart.

It doesn’t matter how you get out of here soon.

Judith has been around several times.

No one knew what she was thinking, except for Zhu Xiao herself.

Zhu Erlang gave the three sisters money, not much, one person 200 times.

But in fact, there is a lot for him.

This money is not willing to spend on his own shen man, but to the three daughters, but never stingy.

"It's late at night, go back to the house and go to sleep," Zhu Jiro said softly.

“Hmm”

The three sisters got up and shen cleaned up the house and headed outside.

At the door, Zhu Erlang gently said, "Aunt, small, flowers"

“Happy New Year’s Eve.”

The three sisters looked back at Zhu Erlang and smiled, and Qi Qi shouted, “Dad, Happy New Year’s Eve.”

The four parents smiled.

They each rested.

Zhu Xiao slept on the edge of the ignomie, and could not sleep over and over.

From the mountain down, there was no news at all, and it was good to cook, and ri did not have one day.

He can be in the mountains.

Or go home.

Zhu Xiao thought, looking at the roof.

There is heavy snow outside the window, and in this deep mountain, it is most likely to snow.

In the night of the cold wind, the happy night of the family, a large carriage galloped forward in the night, dozens of black horses on the side of the shen, black people wearing black clothes, wearing black cloaks, the only eyes exposed to the outside, in the night, like wolves, fierce blood.

Some people still hold a long sword in their hands, the sword does not enter the sheath, and the tip of the sword is still dripping with blood.

In this cold winter, it was not frozen, so it can be seen that it has just killed people.

“Called”

The car was stopped again.

In front of the road, hundreds of people stopped the road.

There was almost no word, the two sides were fighting together again, those people want to approach the carriage, but the black people will let them do their best, everyone has not yet come close, will be beheaded in place.

In the carriage, the stone's face was calm, that is, the lychee sitting next to his shen, and there was no hippie smile of the past ri.

In the car.

He was on the cushion, and the upper body was not dressed, and he knelt on the side to treat the injury in his waist.

The great night pearl will shine very brightly on the carriage.

On one side of the pot, there is blood.,

The thickened carefully wipe, squeezed, and then jump out of the broken arrow inside.

He didn’t grunt, just looking at a painting hanging from the carriage.

The little girl in the painting is picking wild vegetables, and the serious look is particularly pleasing.

As for the fight outside, I’m not worried at all.

His people are not bad.

“Lord, all right,” he whispered softly.

"Hm" let the sun shine a thick clothes, slowly put on.

On the pillow, he only asked faintly, "Lai Li, has not yet been resolved?"

"Soon," Lai answered, drew his sword and killed the past.

Many people think that white-faced eunuchs like Lai Li, most of them will be happy with the master, run errands for the master, even if they will order martial arts, and where they can go.

But fully aware of the Yangtze knows that the stone is his sword, Lai is his knife in the dark place, the stone shot, perhaps can still have life, Lai Li shot, will see his popularity will stop.

Lai Li's body sin-shaped approach is very strange, many people did not have time to fight back, was a sword cut through the throat.

On the snowy New Year's Eve, a killing, because Lai Li's shot, the extinction is particularly fast.

Those who were killed, shortly after the departure of the carriage, did not know what to eat, and did not leave even blood, but soon two black men appeared, took out a bamboo basket and put it on the ground, blowing the flute, and the thing swam into the bamboo cage.

The two black men covered the bamboo basket and went after them.

The carriage galloped quickly on the road, but the carriage was stable and ostudent.

Hungry cooing, looking at the little snacks but no appetite at all.

I made a cup of tea for the sun.

He just sniffed and didn’t drink.

“

Silenced.

He did not know that at this time, who made the food to enter the mouth of the hustle, whose words could let his light eyebrows loose.

This dared to kill the great prince of Tatar alone, and saw that the prince's house was killed in more than three hundred people, even the old and the weak women and children were not allowed, showing how hard his heart was.

I thought of something darkly.

The delicate little peasant girl, this time in the gargoyle, went to the Tartar and slaughtered the Great Prince's house, not because the red poison of the bones came from the Great Prince's House.

“

He also understood why he was so eager to return to Feihe Town, because today is New Year's Eve, and Ying Muyang wanted to see Zhu Xiao.

The carriage galloped, and Lai Li sat on the edge of the trunchey position, reached out to take over the falling snow, and reached out to open the thick curtain, and said to Yi Muyang, "Daughter, I am hungry."

He always eats something after he kills.

Not hungry, but panicking.

Ying Muyang knew that Lai Li had this problem, and pointed to Lai Li a little bit on his head, indicating that Lai Li would go out to eat.

“Thank you son.”

Lai Li reached out and took a snack, sat on the side of the twig, and handed a piece to the stone one.

The stone took the bite and continued to drive the carriage.

By the time we arrived in the town, it was a new year after the early morning.

The carriage did not go to the town, but went directly to Zhujia Village.

Outside Zhujia Village, the carriage stopped, and Yu Yuyang only took Lai and quietly sneaked into Zhu's house.

They were silent, and they thought it was silent.

But Zhu Xiao himself did not sleep, and the blood smelled too heavy on the two people's shen, Zhu Xiao suddenly smelled.

Zhu Xiao was a little nervous, if it was good to come in, if it was a bad person.

Just to make a sound, I smelled the smell of blood, the faint cold bamboo incense, the heart gradually settled down.

Entering the house, he did not think about the re-enlightenment.

Slowly move to the edge.

The house is warm, it is very fragrant, and it is the smell of my daughter.

His eyes were also very bright in the night, no need to look, look at the bulges under the quilt, know who Zhu Xiao is.

Standing on the edge for a while, Ying Yuyang felt that the wound in the waist seemed to be a little painful.

I sat on the roof.

Want to reach out to touch Zhu Xiao's face, and think about these hands, yesterday ri only killed hundreds of people, including a and Zhu Xiao half the child, no matter how afraid, he did not leave his hands, a sword killed.

I couldn’t even touch her with blooded hands.

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Tomorrow I'll make up 4000, great aunt, I can't stand it.