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Fang Longxiang suddenly laughed.

But he smiled so shrillly, even a little crazy, as if there was a past event he didn't want to mention in this smile. He raised the "hand" made of the iron hook and said to Bai Yujing: "Actually you should learn from mine. Since I only have one hand left, I no longer trust women. If I have to trust, I only trust one woman, I will die."

Bai Yujing did not speak, but sighed, looking at Fang Longxiang's eyes full of sympathy.

How did Fang Longxiang break this hand of Bai Yujing's natural way? It was also because of a woman, a woman who used his feelings.

Fang Longxiang still trusts that woman very much because she is dead, dead under his iron hook and buried under his bed.

Things in the world are strange. Many hatreds that penetrate deep into the bones are often sincere and passionate feelings at the beginning.

"Emotion" is originally based on intuition of nature, not from rational judgment, while "hatred" is entirely based on rationality. When we were young, we were more accustomed to doing things with our instinctive likes and dislikes. When we grew up, we had a mask on our faces, an abacus in our hearts, and accustomed to using rationality to analyze and weigh trade-offs.

It is understandable that a person does not accept other people's feelings, but if he uses other people's feelings, it is absolutely not worth forgiven.

Bai Yujing's eyes suddenly became gentle, and he slowly said to Longxiang on the other side: "Actually, I always believe that there is the word "true love" in the world. Xiao Fang, if you are willing to look back, you will still be my friend."

Fang Longxiang seemed to have heard some extremely ridiculous joke, and she yelled at Bai Yujing, and said, "Friend? You actually believe in these two words. It's a strange thing to be able to live until now! Less nonsense, I only know now that I'm just a little short of it, and I'll be done."

Bai Yujing asked: "Which point?"

Fang Longxiang said: "The drawings of the Peacock Feather are still in the hands of others."

Bai Yujing's face changed and she frowned and asked, "Who is in his hands?"

Fang Longxiang sneered: "You!"

Bai Yujing seemed to sigh more today than he had in his lifetime. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "As long as a woman can't believe it. She told me not to tell others, but she said it first..."

Fang Longxiang nodded and said, "Take it out and you will live. If you want, you will be the master of Gongsun Jing's jar. At that time, although we will not be friends, we will still be colleagues. When we are fine, we can also drink and talk about women."

Bai Yujing raised his eyebrows and shook his head and said, "I will never want to drink your wine again in the future. I have known me for so many years. You should know that if I don't want to speak, no one in the world can ask me to speak. If I don't tell where the peacock picture is, no one in the world can find it."

Fang Longxiang's eyes flashed and she smiled and said, "You have never been to other places this day and night. At most, I turned every inch of this place, and I am afraid that I can't find it?"

Fang Longxiang stared at him, her eyes like a hunting dog chasing a fox.

Bai Yujing looked around with his eyes, never touching his eyes, as if he was afraid that he would see some secret from his eyes.

It is difficult for a person to lie with his eyes. Even if he knows martial arts, he can definitely do well in the martial arts world.

There are a lot of things in the house.·

He looked over like that, from the paintings hanging on the wall, from the white candles on the table, from the coffin, and from the coffin he saw the dead people on the ground.

He didn't look at his sword.

Didn't even look at it.

Fang Longxiang's eyes suddenly lit up and she suddenly said, "If I were you, where would I hide the peacock picture?"

Bai Yujing: "You are not me."

Fang Longxiang smiled and said, "Yes, I'm not you, and I don't have your sword of immortality."

Bai Yujing's face seemed to have changed, and it became completely bloodless.

Fang Longxiang had already passed by him with a laugh and lifted up the sword of immortality on the ground with an iron hook.

Fang Longxiang gently stroked the sword spine, leaned against Bai Yujing with the corners of her eyes, and murmured: "Good sword, it's really a good sword, but it's a pity that the hilt of the sword is too bad."

He slowly turned the sword's edge backwards, inserted the sword into the ground with a sneer, and the hilt kept shaking.

He flicked two fingers, heard the sound, and smiled and said, "Hey, why does it seem empty here?"

Bai Yujing sighed a long time and closed his eyes.

Although Fang Longxiang betrayed him and took his life, Fang Longxiang has been his best friend for the past ten years.

The best thing to do is to hurt his heart. Even if the other party is about to die, he doesn't want to watch it.

Fang Longxiang laughed and slapped the thigh on the hilt with three fingers and turned it around - the hilt of the sword was indeed empty, and it opened in one turn.

But what is hidden in the hilt of the sword is not a roll of paper, but a tube of needles.

A poisonous needle like a cow.

Dozens of poisonous needles like cows had all hit Fang Longxiang's face and into his eyes.

He covered his face with his hands, roared wildly, and pounced on Bai Yujing, as if he wanted to fight Bai Yujing desperately.

Bai Yujing's acupoints were still sealed, and the sword of immortality was not in his hand. Although Fang Longxiang's attempt at death was not very powerful, it was enough to kill a person who could not move.

There are four sides of the room, one of which is against the yard, and the other side is against the alley outside the inn. There is a window that is not big or small on this wall.

The meaning of being neither big nor small is that it is just enough for a person to jump in. At this moment, someone jumped in outside the window.

Su Yang was in mid-air, and the green steel sword in his hand was unsheathed!

This is his first move in the world of the Eternal Sword. The enemy he faces is Fang Longxiang, a master who is enough to rank among the top five in the Eternal Sword. Even if Fang Longxiang is seriously injured, he dare not be careless.

That's why he drank two jars of strong wine in the past meal to make his "drinking like life" improve his combat power and exert his effect;

Therefore, this action will focus on using the second-level spiritual power that you only gain;

The fourth posture of Dream Thirteen Swords: Soul Spread Dream.

My sword, I care about you day and night, and in my soul and dream, runs towards your throat.

The green steel sword is like the longing of a lover, and the sword tip is like strands of black hair, gently kissing Fang Longxiang's neck.

People who are entangled with love often find it difficult to stay away from them, so Fang Longxiang stood there and was stunned.

A bloodline appeared from his neck and instantly spread to both sides.

Fang Longxiang seemed to be thinking about something suddenly and tilted her head.

Then his head fell to the ground, and blood rose from his neck and rushed straight up to three feet before falling, as if it was a bloody rain.

After two or three breaths, his body fell down.

It was not until this time that Su Yang's tense spirit was slightly relaxed, and he let out a long sigh, then looked at Bai Yujing.

Bai Yujing nodded to Su Yang.

Su Yang drew up the Sword of Eternity, twisted the hilt on the sword again, and threw it at Fang Longxiang's corpse.

From beginning to end, the two of them said nothing.

After doing all this, Su Yang turned around and walked out of the room gate and came to the backyard of the inn.
Chapter completed!