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Beauty, is a great temptation, for flower language is, for every woman is.

From the moment she wanted to be beautiful, flower language decided to bear the pain, unless one day she died and died.

"Is it worth the effort to be beautiful." Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

Flower language nodded and said, "it's worth it, because I want to let my favorite person see my beautiful face all my life."

Zhang Xiaojian wry smile, in the heart some ache, is really ache.

A crystal clear fruit appeared in Zhang Xiaojian's hand, when flower language saw the fruit, the expression on his face was no longer indifferent.

"Stay in Yanguo." Flower language surprised, surprised voice some deformation.

Zhang Xiaojian smiles, and another resident fruit is taken out, and the fragrance of two resident Yanguo covers the whole yard in an instant.

"Thank you," said Hua Yu.

"Good intentions are rewarded." Zhang Xiaojian said.

Flower language is no longer polite, because she knows what Zhang Xiaojian refers to.

The sweetness of the fruit makes the pain on her body disappear gradually. Finally, the flower language tears like rain. For so many years, in order to look young, she has suffered a lot. Now it seems that it is really not easy.

Just when Hua Yu wants to say something, Zhang Xiaojian has already disappeared from front of her, leaving behind only the shadows one by one.

Hua Yu was stunned for a moment, then turned back to the room, took out a pen and paper, and wrote to his father.

Zhang Xiaojian's body is suspended in the air, her eyes are quietly looking at the distance.

There, the battle is in full swing. Chase Feng is really a fierce general. More than 3000 people attack at the same time. Chase Feng can't see another defeat.

"All right, get out of here." Zhang Xiaojian said.

Zhang Xiaojian's voice came from the air, like rolling thunder.

All of them stopped, 3000, and there was a distance between them and chasing the wind.

Chasing the wind this time also got a chance to breathe, touched a cold sweat on the forehead, a trace of bitterness rose in my heart.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it won't take long for him to hold on.

Looking around, there were few of his own people left. The people sent out for help didn't know whether they rushed out. Chasing the wind looked at the distance and sighed a long time.

At this time, outside came a cry to kill, not their people, chase the wind can judge.

At that moment, chasing the wind felt a burst of sadness, it was really sad.

There is a place for life and a place for death. This is where he made his fortune, and it seems to be the place where he ended.

Life is too short, is really too short, he has not had enough, glory, all of the may not exist after dawn.

With the sound of killing approaching, a large army rushed in from the outside. On the head of the city, someone solemnly called out "general chasing the wind, I've tried my best."

Then, the sound of the city gate falling down, he heard clearly, the sound of horse's hooves stepping over the gate sounded so familiar, as if he had become the city Lord of the golden city in the year.

There was a horse team coming. The first one was a woman with a long sword in her hand. She was very handsome, but she didn't know who it was.

The woman's hand is carrying a person, can't see exactly who is.

Zhang Xiaojian stood on the opposite side of chasing the wind, without a word.

The woman came to Zhang Xiaojian in front of her, threw the man in her hand directly on the ground and said, "I've caught one who went out to report."

Zhang Xiaojian nods and smiles. There are too many contents in the smile, because at that moment, he finally understands what is the way of heaven.

I can see the man clearly at this time of chasing the wind. He sent him out to look for help.

Despair, right is despair. Now, chasing the wind has no hope. The golden city is his grave.

"I want to fight Zhang Xiaojian." Finally, chase the wind to speak.

Zhang Xiaojian slowly walked out, eyes for micro MI, quietly looking at the wind.

"You are Zhang Xiaojian," Zhuifeng asked.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded with a smile on her face.

"I'm dead. Please let my soldiers go." Chasing the wind said, when talking, there were two crystal tears falling down.

Hit the ground, instantly into the dust, disappeared.

"You don't have to die." Zhang Xiaojian said. He didn't know why he said that.

Chase the wind Leng for a moment, the eyes suddenly across a glimmer of light, because everyone does not want to die.

However, the light then faded down, replaced by a sad face.

The old mother, son, wife, one by one, suddenly appeared in front of him, but he had no choice, because he owed others.

"A hero can die like me." Said chasing the wind.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded, and suddenly a long sword appeared in her hand. The light of the two colors was extremely bright. It was Qingyun sword.

The horse's eyes were bright when he saw the sword.The long knife in the hand was held high, and in an instant brought out a knife awn, like Zhang Xiaojian.

At that moment, the green cloud sword rose into the sky, and the two colors of light interweaved together. Countless thunder arcs like a golden net covered the past.

There is no sound, only the dazzling light.

Chasing the wind fell down, from the horse fell to the ground, throat appeared a thin as gossamer wound, and then, blood gushed, bit by bit flowing out, dense loess on the ground.

The horse raised its head in the same place, and after a few moans, it suddenly bumped into the corner of the wall in the distance.

The horse lay on the ground, convulsed, and then died.

The blood slowly slid down the stone on the wall, dropping to the ground, and the smell of blood became strong.

Silence, death like silence, the whole golden city is as silent as a tomb without people.

For a long time, Zhang Xiaojian's ears came sobbing.

Looking along the sound, it was the soldiers under the pursuit of the wind. They seemed to have no mother's children one by one. They covered their faces and cried bitterly.

Zhang Xiaojian rubbed her eyes, coughed, and said, "I'm my word. You put down your weapons and you can go."

No one left, no one put down their weapons.

Three thousand eyebrows picked up, and his expression became a little cold. The knife in his hand suddenly trembled for a moment and made a buzzing sound.

Zhang Xiaojian did not speak, quietly looking at the soldier.

The weapon is slowly raised, and everyone's actions are the same. The sharpest part of the weapon is put on the throat, and then with a light pull, blood flows out along the blade.

One by one, they fell down, and hundreds of people's lives ended in such an instant.

Zhang Xiaojian sighed for a long time and opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

The sun rises from the East, the red light does not know whether it is red glow or blood light.