However, later, he met the real swordsman.

The swordsman's swordsman's swordsmanship was no longer flawed, so the "sharp needle" that was Huawu could not be stabbed in.

He said in a daze: "One evening, I saw him riding a fast horse and running back. When he was about to return to this room, his upper and lower bodies suddenly split from his waist, broke into two pieces, and fell to the ground."

"The sunset that day was so beautiful and so desolate..."

Li Bufu's thoughts seemed to have returned to that lonely afternoon following the narrative of the dream.

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Can't hear it, in the wind and sand,

Telling some ancient stories.

You're still here, a date for generations.

But the day has ended and the tide has passed.

I only handed over one of you who can't see me or speak.

The same handkerchief,

Wipe your blood and my tears.

The same handkerchief,

Wipe your blood and my tears.

Blood and tears blend, and the sunset finally silent.

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Hua Chou died just like that.

Li Bufu looked at Yin Meng and knew that this man named Huacuo must be the man buried under the cactus.

When I talked about this from the dream, the sky became completely dark.

The sun sets into the horizon and is replaced by night.

In Meng's eyes were slightly wet and she said, "Okay, this story is over."

Li Bufu said: "Although the ending of this story is not very good, the process is still romantic after all."

Yin Meng said seriously: "I tell you this story because I want to tell you something."

"What's up?"

"No matter how respectable the sword is, the decisive battle of the sword will kill people!"

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Chapter completed!