Li Ruyu looked at him pitifully and shook his head, "It's not an alien."

After thinking about it, "I have a hard relationship with Zhao Changyi. One thing is clear, I won't be a friend."

Thinking of the little loli with a light green beauty mole on the corner of her lips, a gentle touch surged on Li Ruyu's face, "If there was one day, I would draw my sword and kill him without hesitation."

Liu Xiangyang sneered, and said sarcastically, his tone rose, obviously not believing it.

“Not important.”

I glanced at the three of them because you all had to die today.

What's wrong with the Xu family not tolerating me?

I started from the Beizhen Fushi Department and returned to great success today. I sent the money I had plundered over the years to the Lin'an Beizhen Fushi Department General Office for operation. At the latest, I will be transferred back to Lin'an and promoted to deputy, 1,000 or even 1,000 households.

One day, I will rebel against the Xu family in Liuzhou!

Li Ruyu was silent for a while, "You can't kill us." After pausing, he said with a strange look: "Liu Xiangyang, Liu Baihu, you are also a seven-foot man. Where is the passionate dream of back then? Don't you want to talk to the Xu family and the world?"

Liu Xiangyang did not make any sound, stepped, held the knife in his hands, and the embroidered spring knife was like a sling in the Milky Way, slashing cleanly from top to bottom.

One knife and two swords.

Wind and prosperous.

The stream wind rippled across the vast earth, gently stroked everyone's cheeks like a relative, and her clothes were slightly turned, washing away the inexplicable heat of Xia Chu. As the knife fell like a Milky Way, the gentle stream wind suddenly became irritable, like a dissatisfied little lady. On the wedding night, she looked at the man who was sleeping soundly, completely disregarding her own emotions, and she lost control of her emotions.

The wind suddenly rolls, cutting the skin like a knife, and there are thousands of invisible embroidered spring swords.

The water rises.

Qiusha Creek is smooth and clear, slightly emerald green, and flows quietly to the distance, like a ribbon lingering on the earth. When the wind blows, the lake surface like a flat mirror suddenly ripples, bursting out layers of waves, sweeping and slapping two cases.

Like a water demon.

After a knife came out, Liu Xiangyang looked down on the mountains and rivers, and what he held was no longer an embroidered spring sword, but his own future and life dreams.

People in the world only know that I abandoned literature and followed martial arts halfway, and only said that my hundred households originated from the Xu family in Liuzhou.

But I didn't know that I, Liu Xiangyang, have already reached the realm of transformation after practicing swords for ten years. I am very familiar with the fact that the wood is so beautiful that it will destroy it, so I hide my weaknesses. But I thought that one day, I could use this knife to slash the evil woman with one sword and two swords.

That was the dark desire hidden deep in my heart, torture and devouring myself day by day.

Maggots are produced with bones.

Li Ruyu's words are correct.

I also want to talk to the Xu family, and I also want to talk to the powerful people in Daliang, but the truth is told with a knife, and it has been said in all dynasties.

I, who came from a poor family, could only walk in a tortuous and stagger.

Until that day, when no one listens to your reasoning, you can wave your knife without any scruples.

Because in this world, there are always architectural stratifications, and who can listen to the voices of the weak?

Li Ruyu was shocked.

At Chunfeng Pass, Lao Tie just drew his sword simply, and Liu Xiangyang couldn't move in an instant. He thought he was just a useless embroidered pillow, but now the sharpness of the sword is revealed, like a master.

He could only avoid his sharp edge and retreat.

Retreat again and again.

Li Ruyu has been practicing sword for less than two years, and the sword book given by the Master is just common knowledge of ordinary swordsmanship. The only two he knows are sword splitting and Jing Ke's ten-step killing.

Liu Xiangyang's long knife fell.

Dust gravel shot.

A knife mark nearly one meter long was left on Changban Bridge, which was half an inch into the stone, which was shocking.
Chapter completed!