The Governor is Sick

After speaking for a long time, Xia Houzhen did not agree, and Shen Xuan gave up persuasion. Although they are completely different in nature, they are the same. He couldn't beat Xia Houyi, so he had to say it later.

Goose feather snow fluttered and fell on the window eaves and made a gurgling sound. The winter night was too cold, and the bazaar was gradually scattered. Only the street vendors were left to pack up, and there were several pickers carrying their burdens home, leaving mottled footprints in the snow. The three jugs were empty, Shen Yun was a little drunk, and his mind was not so clear. He sat at the table of the Eight Immortals and held his forehead for a while before thinking of the time to go home.

"Tianer is so late, I can sleep in my house," Xiahou said suddenly.

God knows how hard it took Xia Houyu to say this sentence, but he didn't show his voice, but he was drumming in his heart. He hides innocence, and feels guilty in his heart, but feels that he only sleeps for one night, just like before, not too much.

After a while, Shen Chen responded and smiled, "Okay."

Under the faint candlelight, Wei Chen's face was covered with a thin layer of red, with a white complexion, like a transparent jade stained with rouge, unexplainedly beautiful. Xia Houyun looked away hard, suddenly felt like a beast, and drove the drunk Liangjiaerlang home to warm the quilt.

Shen Zheng was already unstable, and Xia Houzhen put on his big sister and carried him home.

Xia Hou's family is in the hutong, and he has to walk across a wide street, and then turn around to get behind Fuxiang Temple. The snow drifted silently, and the iron horse at the eaves of Fuxiang Temple was blown. There was a ringing sound, like Lingdingding, a long and thin string. The factory guards were all far behind, and Xia Houyi carried Shen Shen on his back, walking deep and shallow in the snow. Shen Jian's head rested on Xia Houyi's shoulders, the world was quiet in his ears, a little lonely.

"Ama, don't you think it's a lot like when you were in Xiefu," Shen Ai murmured.

Xia Houyi looked up at Xue, "It's a lot like that. You were punished by Mrs. Xiao on that knee, and I went back with you like this."

"At that time, I felt terribly miserable. I wanted to do everything I could to earn it. Suspended my head, thorns and thorns. I stole it without a book. If I didn't close my eyes at night when I had a book, I wanted to slam it all into the belly. Laughing, "I didn't expect that to this day, my most missed day was in Xiefu. Aunt is here, Lianxiang is here, you are here, everyone is here, how good it is."

Xia Houyi thought of Shen Mansion and Shen Yuan's courtyard. The two tanks under the well that day were dry and propped up a small empty courtyard, like Qiuwuyuan. There is also a pond in the garden. In winter, I am afraid it looks like Wangqing Pavilion. Shen Ye missed the old, in fact he too, he also missed a long time ago, there was no blood and no knife, only the tricksters who dig bird nests in the mountains of the Garan Mountains. The so-called nostalgia, in the final analysis, is to find the old days that will never be returned.

But it's actually fine now. Xia Houyun walked slowly, Shen Yan leaned on his shoulder, and his soft hair scratched his cheek and neck, slightly itching. The snow road kept spreading out to the invisible night, as if there was no end. He just walked on with Shen Yun on his back and never stopped.

If this moment never ends, that would be great.

"Ama." Shen Ai hugged Xiahou Hou vigorously.

"Ok?"

"Actually I lied." Shen Min's voice was low. "I don't want you to go. Don't go, Grandma, don't leave anyway."

Xia Houyu stopped and turned to look at Shen Yu who was close at hand. They looked at each other in the snow, and time hurriedly rushed around, as though they were arrows, but they couldn't wear their gaze.

Xia Houyi said, "Okay, I won't go."

Never leave in a lifetime.

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Tang Shiqi shrank in the corner, trying to integrate himself with the wall behind him.

There was a lot of people in Xingyi, but they all stood tacitly against the wall, leaving a clear space in the middle. The tables and chairs were emptied, and stacked behind the curved ruler counter, it seemed even narrower. The snow fell outside, but the inside was warm, all the heat exhaled by people, transpiration in a small space.

Tang Seventeen is on the second floor. The second floor is actually just a narrow aisle. The left side railing and the right side are the cabins for residents. A jujube wooden sign hangs in front of each house, and it is elegantly written with names copied from ancient books, such as "watching the sea", "begonia spring", and "snow in the snow". Of course, Garan couldn't be so elegant, because this former post was a prostitute, and the house was full of prostitutes.

The brothel is now Galan, and the prostitute and the son-in-law are buried in the deep well in the backyard. Tang Shiqi watched them breathlessly, but fortunately the Garan Assassins had done well, and they died without pain. Tang Shiqi sighed and turned to look downstairs. Through the railings, you can see the scene on the first floor. In the middle of the open space, three men scratching their heads and scratching their heads were tied tightly with ropes.

Shenjing needs three more men, and Tang Shiqi mourns for them, and reads Amitabha in his heart.

The door of the room with "Going Back" opened, and a group of men in black robes and white porcelain masks came out. The man in the middle was very tall and went straight to the railing, overlooking the underworld children on the first floor.

These people, Tang XVII, only recognized half of them, but he knew that they were all eight new members of Garan. The two standing on the other side of the aisle were Gandapo and Roga, and Lena leaning on the doorpost. Kuan Na Luo is his old acquaintance, but he didn't dare to talk to him for a long time. Galileo was not among them and did not know where he was sent. Being Galluara has always been Galan's strongest assassin. It's about killing some important people.

As soon as the Heipao people came out, all the underworlds were dumb, and Xingyi was quiet. The dim candlelight shone on the black robes on the second floor, and their shadows were so high that they reached the roof. Senran's white porcelain mask stared blankly at the people below, making people feel frightened.

A bold man with a big knife came out, looking up at the black robe man in the middle, and said, "Mr. Duan, half a month ago, you Galan issued a hunting order to chase down the Garan traitor Xia Houyu. Now people have brought , The bliss you promised to us, it's time to give it! "

Duan Jiu's gaze swept around the three people below, and said indifferently: "Three Xia Houyi? I only know that Xia Houyi can change his skills, but I don't know if he can do it."

"Anonymous ghosts are fickle and difficult to distinguish. These three are the most similar to the unknown ghosts that we can find." Pointing at each other with a big sword, "they are all called Xia Houyi. The one on the left is the same as the unknown ghost. He likes to use the dagger, and the skill is also very good. The villain has broken more than a dozen disciples before catching him. The middle one will be easy to use, and the bones will be reduced. I have studied in Bashu. We searched for so long before we found these three. One of them is always him. "

Duan Jiu laughed twice, and the laughter was muffled under the mask.

"None of them is Xia Houyi." Duan Jiudao said, "However, rather than kill 10,000 by mistake, don't miss one."

Duan Jiu raised his right hand and made a gesture. Kanaluo straightened up, and the mule generally fell down from the railing. He landed on the ground steadily and pulled out a long knife under the black robe. The three people changed their colors, begging for mercy, and Jinaluo held up with one hand. Alone, the man was shivering, like a pheasant in his hands.

With the cutting of Na Nao's long sword, Tang Shixi heard a cold and sticky voice, as if the silk pupa was torn. He could even imagine that the texture was cut by the blade, and the muscles were slowly separated under the blade. The blood was like spring, and the white porcelain mask of Jin Nalu was red.

Duan Jiu's voice sounded:

"I originally wanted Xia Houyi to be the abbot's successor. Who knew that this person obtained the antidote for July and a half and defected from Galan. According to the rules of the Galan Temple, the resistance drowned, the fugitive, the killer, and the rebel. It has been more than four years since then. It is regarded as Galan's rebellion and no amnesty! Whoever brought Xiahou's head to Galan's head, bliss, inexhaustible and inexhaustible! Today, although you have never obtained Xiahou's The first level, but in order to thank you for your dedication, Galan still offers bliss, and I hope you will continue to be loyal to Galan in the future. "

After Duan Jiu had finished, Gan Dapo and Luo Jia removed a half-height sandalwood box from the house, which was filled with dense black pills, which glowed in the candlelight, and the people underneath soon showed a greedy look.

Bliss, Galan is used to replace the July and a half addiction. I heard that its raw material is the same as July and a half, but it is ten times more addictive. But the most fascinating part of it is not addiction, but that it can bring people unimaginable happiness, which is countless times better than going to bed with women. It can make people see the illusion, as if entering the bliss world, it is the longing that all people have devoted their lives to.

Last month, Tang Shishi saw an assassin at Yajiaoshan Xingyi forget to shut himself down, ate the bliss fruit, and ran out of the house up the cliff, and plunged into the clouds. No one knew what he saw, and Tang Shichi didn't want to know. He felt his own purse, which contained five bliss, which is his case for next year.

The bliss of the bliss fruit usually fell down, and the people under him soon went crazy, scrambling up and down to scramble, and some people grabbed it directly. The crowd surged wildly below, crowding their heads like dense fish eggs. The bliss rolled on the ground and someone lay down to pick it up. Those who couldn't squeeze behind pulled out the knife, cut down the person in front, and even the person in front noticed the danger, and also pulled out the knife to fight. The sound of killing in the narrow line post was soaring, and blood spewed in the darkness, like a peerless flower blooming in the glory.

Kanaluo had crawled back along Liangzhu, wiping the blood on his body with a towel. All assassins had no expression, and the white porcelain mask remained motionless.

"Look, this is the ants, greedy and stupid." Duan Jiu didn't know who to talk to, smiled softly, and led the person back out through the back door.

In the morning light, the world outside is white and the world is the same. Shuobei's snowy field is flat and vast, and it can be seen at a glance without any barrier, as if you can see the sky at a glance. Snow fell silently, and the chaos in the back of the station seemed to be another world, something that had nothing to do with this world.

A horse carriage came slowly in the distance, and the wheels ran in the snow without sound, marking deep ruts.

The assassins knew who was sitting there, and Tang Shichi knew that he had seen the shadow of that person far away on the nine sides. He only remembered that it was white, like ice sculptures and jade sculptures, bright moons, unattainable. That man's family has been passed down for a long time, and he has been in the limelight all over the world. Hidden in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, the reorganization of Galan, the bliss fruit was born, and the assassin finally became a complete puppet. After hard to rebel, he finally came out of the shadows.

Last month, the Garan dark pile started from Shuobei, and the Daqi underground city has restarted. Jialan's post, brothel, money house, gambling house, and black market are spread all over Daqi, as far as the Western Region. A steady stream of gold poured from all parts of Daqi into Shubei day and night. If they can all shine, a dense optical network will be woven on the map of Daqi.

Tang Shiqi did not know the name of the man, only that he was the real master of Galan, the master on the back of Daqi, and the emperor in the dark. Someone called him-Yan Luo Tianzi.

Galan has rules and regulations. When encountering Yan Luo, you cannot take a close look or pay attention, but you can worship.

The assassins fell to their knees, as if Qi Qi had his knees cut off, and bowed his head in the snow. Tang Shiqi couldn't hold his curiosity, raised his head quietly, and glanced up at the carriage. One hand pressed his head into the snow, and the snow dregs covered his face. He heard Kena Luo whispering, "Are you going to die!"

He didn't dare to move. There was a long, deep voice in front of him, like a humble prayer and a somber recitation.

"I'm willing to let go of you, give up your liver and brain, sink into the ashes, and welcome you, my Buddha, my Buddha."