"Well..."
Xue San lay on the ground, put his nose into the grass, took a deep breath, and looked intoxicated.
Beside Xue San, A Ming silently opened his wine bottle again, drank the last sip of blood inside, and asked at the same time:
"The breath of nature? "
"No, it smells like sheep manure."
"You have a good appetite."
Xue San shook his head and said, "You know me. What did you smell?"
"Did you just say that?"
"Not only that, I also smelled that the sheep here were strong and healthy."< /p>
“This skill is good, I admire it.”
“It’s necessary.”
“In the future, the Lord’s son will be sick. You can help me identify what to eat. Show your loyalty."
"Why should I eat the Lord's son's stuff?"
"Maybe you want to eat it..." A Ming frowned slightly and said. : "To end this topic, it's so disgusting, it makes me a little bit rebellious."
"You are also interesting. Why do you insist on coming out with me if you don't stay in the city? The workshop is not open yet, and the production I didn’t pick it up. You ran out instead of sleeping in the ice cellar.”
“Playing,” A Ming said.
"My hands are itchy? Oh no, are my teeth itchy?"
"Part of it is for this reason. In the past, on the battlefield, I had to stand beside the lord to help him block it. Arrow."
"Like a tool man."
"Well, I can't let it go, I can't have fun, my Lord is unlucky, and I always get cold arrows on the battlefield. Shoot."
"Understood, what is the other part of the reason?"
"The other reason is that after my screening and comparison, I found a method that is not strong. , but it still tastes delicious, that’s ***’s blood.”
“What blood?”
“***’s blood.”
< p>"No, I said you are talking to me face to face, why do you need to wear a silencer?""Get used to it." A Ming pointed to the side of his head and said: "Before In comics, what are we talking about? Shouldn’t there be a circle dialog box here? "
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Something can't be said. Wouldn't the words automatically become coded? For example, if you remove the eyes of the horse, it will become **."
"So whose blood is it?" "I mean I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you'll snitch."
"Is it so true?"< /p>
"Yes, we all know that you are holding a ball of anger in your stomach now, and you are afraid that you will drag me into the water."
"I feel wronged."
"No."
A Ming smiled and filled the empty wine bottle again.Tied back to his waist, in front of him and Xue San was a tribe.
The tribe occupies a large area and has many livestock, but it seems that there are not many people.
This is the west of Shentan. It was originally the territory of the Anyang tribe, but the Anyang tribe has been annexed by the Naiman tribe. According to the tradition of the snow field, the people of the Anyang tribe will become the most powerful tribe of the Naiman tribe. The lower-class slaves moved back to the Naiman tribe, and then the Naiman tribe sent out their own tribe to take over the pastures that originally belonged to the Anyang tribe.
This is a kind of digestion and division, and it is also the most common tribal development law in the snowfield.
But the newly split sub-tribe is undoubtedly still very weak and will need some time to develop and recover.
“I still remember the first time I went on a long trip with the Lord, and it was almost the same situation, except that the Lord and I were in the camp at that time, and now we are outside.”
In the past, I was attacked by surprise. Now, I am trying to attack others by surprise.
"Have you figured out the situation clearly?" A Ming asked.
“You didn’t come with me?”
“Oh.”
“Do you think I can smell each other’s secrets from sheep dung? Troop layout?"
"Can't?"
Xue San opened his nostrils and looked at A Ming,
"Are you serious?"
"I think you can develop more in this direction."
"Hey, our skill points are all set, but now they are grayed out. You can't fool me into changing them. Skill tree."
"Recovering step by step is actually quite boring. Why not do something new when you try it again?"
"Hiss..."
"What's wrong?"
"I suddenly feel that your consciousness is so high."
"Thank you."
Xue San stood up, I shook my three legs a few times and did warm-up exercises.
“This tribal village was attacked by the Naiman tribe earlier and has not been repaired yet. In fact, there are holes everywhere. Did you see the place in front?
There are two holes there. Let’s call it a tower first, and there is a cavalry patrol over there at night. You choose one side.”
“Okay, then. I'll deal with the tower. Let's make a mental decision, one hour? "You teach?"
"Hehehe." Xue San smiled and clapped his hands. Then, nearly a hundred black figures appeared behind the two of them. Dai Li, notify the troops behind to rush to camp on time in three hours."
"Yes, sir"
Dai Li started to run back to deliver the message. Slowly disappearing into the surrounding darkness again.
A Ming said:
"The name Dai Li is really quite personal. Did you choose it?"
"His parents gave it to him, so I kept it for good luck. "
"Where did you see the auspiciousness? ”
“Anyway, I can’t fly in this era. ”
“Yes. ”
“Okay, let’s set off. I’m also suffocating. You don’t know. The day before yesterday, I castrated a subordinate who had unclean hands and feet and fed it to the dogs. The smell of blood is what counts.” I slept a little more soundly. "
"Disgusting. "
"I am disgusted by the smell of blood, but you are still drinking blood! ”
“Those who are good-looking are called flirting, and those who are not good-looking are called lewd,,, obscene. ”
“Your fucking personal attack! ”
A Ming took half a step back,
bent down,
with his arms lowered,
full of etiquette,
< p> said:"Goodbye, my three great men. ”
After finishing speaking,
A Ming straightened up, turned around, and walked out.
Xue San pointed at A Ming’s back and said:
“I thought you would turn into a blood shadow and disappear after you finished pretending, but now you still have to use your feet. ”
A Ming waved his hand and ignored Xue San.
On one side of Xue San’s body, the whole person was submerged in a shadow, and he advanced towards the camp in front.
......
Inside the big tent,
The third prince of the Naiman tribe was sitting in the tent with red sleeves and fragrant night reading.
There was nothing special about it. ,
Because the third prince is indeed reading.
The woman waiting next to him is wearing a red dress, with a beautiful face and exquisite accessories. Her surname is Wu and she is called Lady Wu.
Everyone in Jin was born a lady and was well-educated. Her husband was a local county magistrate.
After the barbarians entered the pass, the county magistrate defended the city and the city was destroyed. Lady Wu was captured and plundered. She became a slave and was sold into the snowy plains. She was bought by the third prince of the Naiman tribe for fifty sheep and became his concubine.
The third prince has a calm personality. Unlike other savages, He likes poetry and books.
In the words of the Naiman tribe leader, the third prince’s father,
Even he, the father, did not expect to raise such a child.
If some of the facial features of the third prince were not very similar to those of his father, King Naiman would really think that he had been given a hat by some scholar.
The third prince’s facial features were very similar. Reading is not arty, he can even write poetry, and his level is very good.
When the Savage King rose, he was praised as the literary star in the snowfield and the seed of the prime minister.
On the one hand, this was a compliment, and on the other hand, it was a win over.
But the Naiman tribe chose to wait and see and did not place any bets.
The third prince tried his best to persuade his father to send troops to help the barbarians. King, but failed.
Later, with the defeat of the barbarian king, almost all the main barbarian forces that entered the pass were wiped out in the Jin Dynasty, and the barbarian king was defeated.He also scolded his son because of this, saying that he didn't understand the depth.
The third prince’s brothers and clan elders all praised King Naiman for his far-sightedness.
Later, as the Naiman tribe annexed the Anyang tribe, the third prince was arranged by his father to take care of the Anyang tribe's pasture.
The Anyang Tribe is too close to the Naiman Tribe. The princes who are really valued will be assigned to pastures far away from home to give them enough space to develop and expand the tribe. The third prince is equivalent to He was detained under the nose of King Naiman and helped to "herd" the animals.
"Your Highness, would you like some soup?"
"I'm not hungry. By the way, I told you, don't call me Your Highness, just call me by my name."
Originally, there was only one barbarian king in the snowy plains, and his father was the leader of the Naiman tribe. Later, a prince from the Yan Kingdom came to the snowy plains, brought an edict, and conferred the title of king on his father. .
His father became king in this way, and they were all called princes.
My father was very happy about this and held a feast for three days.
The third prince was not happy, because the Yan people didn't pay anything of value at all, and the Naiman tribe and other snow plain tribes didn't get a sheep, a horse, or a slave at all. That's it. They sat back and watched Snow Customs being occupied by the Yan people, which later led to the outcome that the main force of the Savage King was trapped south of Snow Customs, unable to return to the snowfield, and was completely annihilated by the Yan people.
"Your Highness has a distinguished status, and I dare not make any mistakes."
"Haha, don't say such things, I am just a savage in the snowfield."
< p>The third prince put down the book in his hand, shook his head, and then called one of his subordinates who was serving outside. After the subordinate came in and knelt down, he asked:"Have the envoys from the tribes such as Lemeng arrived? ?”
“Third Prince, here we are. He passed by us before nightfall. He should have arrived at the king’s tent by now.”
“Yes, I understand. Go down."
"Yes, Prince."
"Oh."
The third prince sighed.
"Your Highness, those tribal envoys have arrived, why are you still sighing?"
"It's just that the envoys are here, what's the use? That Yan Pingye from Xuehaiguan Bo has already informed Xueyuan that he is going to attack our Naiman tribe. If our Naiman tribe cannot gather our warriors and those from allied tribes as soon as possible, how can we resist the Yan people’s cavalry?”
Speaking of this, < /p>
The third prince couldn't help but touch his forehead and said with emotion:
"It's just that after receiving this news, my father did not make up his mind and exchanged the pasture cattle and sheep for Lemen and others. The tribe sent troops to help as soon as possible, and actually wanted to unite many tribes to put pressure on the Yan people, hoping to resolve this dispute without using weapons.
Father, it is really..."
The third prince did not say the following words. He has admired Zhu Xia culture since he was a child, and he still understands the principle of a son not to mention his father's faults.
"Your Highness, are the Yan people really going to attack so quickly?"
"The Yan people have always acted vigorously and resolutely. The Pingye uncle at Xue Customs, observing his style, dared to lead a lone army deep behind enemy lines. , Surprise Attack on Xue Customs, and he is young.
This person either doesn't do things, or he does them simply and neatly, and he will never just talk about it.
There should be a shortage of troops there. If the father can gather allies and horses early, maybe things can turn around.
If it is the worst case scenario..."
Three. The prince looked at Mrs. Wu, reached out to hold her hand, and said:
"You can go home."
"Your Highness, I dare not think of this. All I want now is to be with His Highness and serve His Highness.”
“The wind in the snowfield will wrinkle your face, and the cold in the snowfield will age your voice. The land of Jin is the place that truly nourishes people. .
I told you a long time ago that if you want to go back, I will agree. This is not an irony or a lie. I mean it. ”
“ Your Highness, I no longer have a home, how will I deal with myself even if I return to Jin?"
Hearing this, the third prince sighed and said:
"Home is still there, otherwise, why would the Jin slaves in the tribe want to escape to Xuehaiguan.
Alas, after all, my eldest brother acted too arrogantly this time , just chase the escaped slaves, and they actually killed those slaves and built a fortress in Jingguan.
In recent years, the Yan people have made successive conquests, defeated Qian, annexed Jin, and killed Chu. How could that young uncle from the Yan people who expelled my holy clan endure such humiliation?
Actually, after all, I was too useless to do anything, otherwise, the king would have rebelled in the first place? At that time, even if my father disagrees, I should lead a group of loyal men to kill my father and several brothers first, and then ask the king to send troops to help me control the Naiman tribe."
The third prince. A murderous look flashed in his eyes.
Mrs. Wu immediately said:
"Your Highness, if Your Highness goes, maybe, maybe..."
"Are you afraid of me? Died south of Xuehaiguan? Haha, in fact, it was just a loss. Regardless of the current prosperity of my Naiman tribe, it was just a delay in losing.
In my opinion, the reason why the Yan people did not follow the trend. To attack Xueyuan, firstly, they need to recuperate, and secondly, they need to be wary of Chu.
But when the Yan people are ready, they will definitely send troops to Xueyuan. Uncle Pingye, Uncle Pingye, the emperor of the Yan people gave it to them. The purpose of the title of Snow Customs Commander is actually very clear
Now...
If I can really do the job,
I should too. Before my eldest brother commits any crime, I should unite with the Yan man uncle at Xuehai Customs and ask him to help me rebel against my father and control the tribe.
In this way, even though I am a barbarian tribe, I will be reduced to that. earl ironA dog on a leash is better than a dead dog. "
"Your Highness, what you said today..."
"Since reading the book, I have become more aware of one thing. Do you know what it is? "
"Your Highness, I don't know who I am. ”
“Oh, that means you are a useless scholar. ”
Mrs. Wu did not dare to speak.
The third prince slapped the table hard,
Although this prince had a savage face, he exuded the air of a scholar. ,
At this time, he said word by word with red eyes:
"But originally, my Saint Clan had a chance to win! "
......
Since being beaten by the master, Xue San has been in a bad mood, and it is very bad.
These past few days, he has been reflecting;
Why would he make such a stupid mistake when he is obviously smart and cute?
He can’t figure it out? ,
The more he couldn't figure it out, the angrier he became,
So,
When he thrust the dagger into the neck of the Naiman soldier, he deliberately stabbed it deeply. A few centimeters, and stirring a bit
This is a big no-no for assassins, because it may cause more noise or more blood to be spilled.
< p>But Xue San felt that the depression in his heart seemed to dissipate a little,So,
after lurking next to another Naiman soldier,
He stabbed the opponent's chest hard with the dagger again.
Huh,
It felt much better.
The two bodies were left behind. On the side, Xue San looked up at the two soldiers who seemed to be dozing, and climbed up at a very fast speed.
These two men were indeed dozing.
< p>Back to back, already asleep and still snoring.This makes Xue San a little dissatisfied. I have worked so hard to come here to kill you and pull out nails, but this is how you treat me. Pay?
It’s hard for you to keep vigil, but please respect my labor, okay?
So,
Xue San reached out and slapped them awake.
After they opened their eyes,
Xue San stabbed two daggers into their necks very accurately. The two were struggling, their eyes widened, and they were extremely frightened. Staring at Xue San, unable to make a sound
Xue San just stared at them, enjoying the feeling of looking at each other,
Until, < /p>
They lost their breath
"Huh..."
Comfortable
Xue San pulled out the dagger and stood up. A little buoyant, and the body is a little swaying.
Look up,
Look at the clear and bright sky above the snow field,
This is myself,
The life you wantah.
The third master wanted to sing a song, but this was not the time.
The only option was to get down from the tower, then lurk under another tower, and after killing the two Naiman soldiers below, he climbed up the tower again.
This time, the third master was quite satisfied. The two Naiman soldiers on the tower did not sleep.
But the vigilance is actually not high.
A girl leaning against the railing seemed to be missing someone’s tent.
One is sitting on the wooden planks of the tower, weaving wreaths.
The painting style is very melancholic, and to match the starry sky, a soothing violin soundtrack should be added to enhance the atmosphere.
The third master felt a little pity for this scene,
silently hung himself on the edge of the tower, "drinking together as three" with them, enjoying the literary atmosphere together.
I don’t know how long it took,
In short,
Because I was too efficient, I still had a lot of wealth during the previously agreed time.
But the soldier weaving the wreath on the tower stood up and shouted below, probably in response to his companions below.
So,
the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere is over,
Just as people can choose to immerse themselves in this tranquility for a short time, but they still need to raise their heads after all Same as facing reality.
A concealed crossbow was aimed at the soldier holding the wreath. At the same time as it was fired, Xue San's body flew over and sent the dagger into the neck of the soldier who was staring into the distance.
Two people died quickly and simply.
Xue San sat down silently,
Now, there are still three people.
But the feeling seems to be different.
Xue San stood up and put the soldier who was looking into the distance back into his previous posture. He also used extremely precious silk threads to fix it.
The other sat cross-legged and placed the half-woven wreath on his knees.
After doing this,
Xue San leaned against the railing,
slowly closed his eyes,
Well,
p>That’s what it tastes like.
......
Different from Xue San's side which needs to be quiet because it is close to the camp,
The horse team that A Ming needs to deal with is far away. The camp is relatively far away, so we can have more freedom.
There were eight people on the other side, swimming around aimlessly.
It seems that they are patrolling, but you can feel the carelessness exuding from them from a distance.
Obviously Uncle Hirano, the commander-in-chief of Snow Customs, has announced his intention to conquer the Naiman tribe to all tribes in the Snow Plains.
But no one in the Naiman tribe seems to have realized it. War has come.
On the one hand, they dispatched their troops without hesitation. The barbarian soldiers who had just arrived did not even take a rest and directlywas transferred over and an extremely detailed battle plan was formulated.
On the other side, it seems that they are still leisurely enjoying the rare beautiful season of the year in the snowfield.
Whether it was due to carelessness or confidence,
A Ming felt that he liked the posture of the eight Naiman sentries very much.
So,
A Ming did not lurk secretly, but chose to stand on the ground where they were about to come, just standing there without moving.
The sentinel cavalry team came over, and the leader quickly spotted the figure standing in front of him through the moonlight.
It has to be said that they were lax and lax, but they still remembered what they were doing for wandering outside at night without sleeping. Immediately, two Naiman sentries stood up with their bows and arrows ready without hesitation. The ground shot towards A Ming.
"Poof!"
One arrow missed and one hit A Ming in the chest.
Then,
A Ming fell down.
Immediately, these eight sentinels came on horseback and surrounded A Ming who was lying on the ground.
One of them had good habits. Even if A Ming was lying motionless on the ground, he would still draw an arrow and shoot another arrow at A Ming.
It is a pity that Uncle Zheng is not here at this time, otherwise he would definitely praise this kind of last-ditch behavior.
"Poof!"
The arrow hit A Ming in the abdomen.
A Ming remained motionless.
But because the clothes A Ming was wearing did not look like slaves, the leader still signaled one of his men to dismount, pick up A Ming's "corpse" and put it on the horse, intending to take him with him. Return to the camp and check carefully.
They started to return.
If this is a game of Russian roulette, the first lucky player has already come out.
And by accident, he ended up at the back of the team.
The lucky wild man knight only felt a gust of wind coming from behind him, and then he felt as if he was being bitten on his neck.
What does it feel like to be bitten by a vampire?
If it is a low-level vampire, it will be very painful when bitten, which is no different from being bitten by a dog.
But high-level vampires are different. After all, at their level, they have begun to enjoy the atmosphere during meals and begin to understand respect for food.
So, when A Ming's fangs pierced the neck of the savage soldier, the savage soldier did not scream, but had a look of intoxication on his face, as if he was enjoying this feeling.
That kind of itching, that kind of soreness, that kind of comfort,
It's like dreaming, dreaming that you are flying in the clouds.
Then,
In this state, he lost his vitality.
Immediately,
A Ming jumped onto the horseback of the barbarian knight in front, and stabbed him with his fangs.Go in.
Go on,
follow the gourd and draw the scoop.
Because A Ming was as light as a ghost and his movements were extremely smooth, he used this method to kill five wild knights without being discovered.
If the leading savage had not just turned around to say something and saw all of his men lying on the back of their horses, A Ming might have been able to send them all back to the stars in silence. embrace.
However,
If it is discovered, it will be discovered.
A Ming's figure was ejected directly, and then fell behind a savage in front of him, his fangs piercing him, but this one was not the lucky one, and he could not enjoy it as much as his previous companions. In the spiritual spa before death, A Ming raised his neck and broke the brother's neck.
Of the eight sentry riders, only two are still alive.
The leader drew out his knife. Faced with this strange scene, he did not choose to run away, but actively rushed towards A Ming.
A Ming jumped up and greeted him.
"Poof!"
The blade of the knife penetrated A Ming's chest almost without any hindrance, but the inertia of A Ming's body caused it to slide forward along the blade and came to In front of this leader.
The leader of this sentinel cavalry team has even felt that his palm holding the handle of the knife is actually inside A Ming's body.
Not hot, very cold, very icy!
"Buzz!"
The leader released a ray of light. Obviously, he was a warrior.
Ah Ming doesn’t know how high his rank is, and he doesn’t need to know.
Because in a real fight, in addition to absolute strength factors, there are actually too many external conditions that can affect the real outcome of the duel.
For example, when the leader's body was just glowing,
A Ming's ten nails
had already pierced the brother's chest. .
"Crack!"
Under the agitation,
the opponent's body convulsed, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his life was immediately cut off.
The only remaining fish that slipped through the net did not have the courage of the leader. This was the previous wild man brother who had good last-hitting habits.
Precisely because he personally "lasted the killing blow", he was convinced that A Ming was really dead, but the dead man came back to life and killed his Shangfeng and other companions. This directly hit It broke his mind.
Run away, run away, run away!
This is the devil, the devil!
A Ming did not chase,
but silently drew out the bow and arrow hanging on the leader's saddle,
opened the bow and nocked the arrow,
< p>Aim,The entire set of actions is completed in one go.
Because the master used to use it as a target for archery practice,
A Ming has long been accustomed to and is proficient in archery.The art of archery.
The keen perception of the vampires is infused into the arrows,
Even the speed of the wind has been taken into consideration.
"Buzz!"
The arrow shot out,
directly pierced the neck of the last survivor, and he fell down directly.
A Ming stretched out his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled out the knife still in his stomach, and threw it on the ground casually.
The injuries on the body are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If you can stand close to A Ming,
you can even hear the slight crunching and squirming when the flesh and skin recombine, like a torn sweater. Remove the threads from that part and start weaving again.
A Ming took out a small bottle from his arms and pulled out the stopper. Inside, there was black blood.
Yes,
Xue San is not the only one who plays with blood for experiments.
In fact, when the demon kings have nothing to do, they will ask each other for blood to do research.
In the past, it would have been difficult to find so much fresh blood, but the master happened to be here, and there were a lot of raw materials, so it was easy to borrow.
Today I ask you for a few hundred milliliters, and tomorrow I will give you a few hundred milliliters back, so that it is easy to borrow and return, and it is not difficult to borrow again.
What this bottle contains,
is the blood of Pi Xiu.
Yes, that’s right, it’s the Pixiu under Uncle Zheng’s crotch.
When A Ming walked towards it with his fangs exposed, it could only lean there aggrievedly and let A Ming take some of its blood very quietly.
In order to prevent the master from discovering that his beloved mount had been artificially bled,
A Ming also deliberately chose the position of Pixiu’s abdomen for bloodletting,
and then acted as that Pixiu When he obediently turned over and let Jun pick it,
A Ming discovered that the guy's stomach had been opened with many holes, which proved that a group of animals had arrived before him!
At this time,
while his wound was healing,
A Ming poured Pixiu's blood into his mouth.
The power of the blood clan comes from the blood. The classification and strength of the blood clan are the essence of the blood clan level, which is the level of power contained in the blood.
A truly powerful vampire, even if there is only one drop of blood left, can rely on the power contained in this drop of blood to start repairing their body again.
So what A Ming is doing now is to try to see if he can find another way to increase his power horizontally if his level cannot be improved.
Then,
Hiss...
The wound on the abdomen that was healing suddenly became disordered, and the knitting yarn that was being knotted suddenly became disordered. , and began to tie knots randomly.
This kind of pain is no longerIt's beyond description as torture.
A Ming’s arms tightly hugged the war horse under his crotch. The war horse was also affected by A Ming’s aura and became very well-behaved and did not dare to mess with it.
After a long time,
A Ming raised his head with a pale face,
reached out his hand to touch his abdomen,
the wound was not there yet. Completely healed, even because of his previous torture, his body became extremely empty.
"Is this the bond that blind people often talk about, the bond between us and the Lord?"
Whether it is vertical or horizontal,
You simply There is no possibility of increasing one's own strength from sources other than the Lord.
A Ming opened his mouth,
made a few self-deprecating laughs,
“Haha...
In the end ,
I still have to go back and continue licking the master."
"What, do you still want to make a difference?"
Xue San's voice appeared in A Ming's voice. Next to him, he immediately walked out of the shadows and said with a look of disgust:
"I said, you vampires love to show off so much? You can't show off when you fight without giving yourself some glory. Is he capable of self-healing?"
Then,
Xue San sniffed,
He smelled a familiar smell,
p>
Immediately shouted:
"Damn it, this is Pixiu blood, how dare you secretly bleed the Lord's precious mount!"
"Ha." Ming didn't bother to talk to him.
Because he didn’t believe that Xue San hadn’t let him go.
"How should I put it? If you want to do an experiment, I will build a small laboratory and we will do it together. What do you think? If you do it by yourself, you will easily become disabled. It's too unsafe."
"I'm afraid I'll get killed if I let you do it."
"Look, look, that's an ugly thing to say, isn't it? "
Xue San did not continue to grind his teeth, but looked to the other side, where hundreds of black shadows had begun to penetrate into the savage along the route that he and A Ming had cleared earlier. The tribe has set up camp, and the scythe of death has been raised high under the cover of night.
"Actually, there is the simplest and most practical way, just two words."
Xue San jumped up as he spoke, patted A Ming on the shoulder, and continued: < /p>
"Do you know which words they are?"
Xue San pursed her lips,
spit on the ground,
< p>Ask yourself and answer:"Accept your fate."
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Good night everyone.