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The murderer dies!

No matter how powerful a murderer is, he will inevitably die under someone else's sword in the end. If a person kills too many people or does too much evil, he should have this kind of worry in his heart.

People who often play with fire are easily burned by fire, and people who often use swords are easily cut by knifes. It is not easy for people to walk by the river to avoid wet shoes. Everyone understands the principle that many people always have luck.

In fact, this is not just a rule in the world. Whether you are in the world or not, this rule exists.

Swords can be used to kill people or save people. Just as arsenic can be used to cure diseases or poison people.

Therefore, a knife or sword is best used to save people, not to kill people. When you only use it to save people, the chance of cutting yourself is much smaller.

The black evil was no longer moving.

Fang Qi bent down to pick up the Tears Sword and sighed softly. The magic weapon, if it is in the hands of a knight, it is a sword, if it is in the hands of a cold-blooded killer, it is just a killing weapon.

Fang Qi breathed a long sigh and looked up at the stars in the sky, as if it was brighter than before.

Then he slowly pushed open the door and walked in.

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It's getting late.

The moonlight sprinkled in the yard like water and also sprinkled into the house through the window. The stars blinked in the ink-colored sky, and everything seemed to be so beautiful and quiet.

In the shadow in front of the bed, there was a person sitting quietly. In the darkness, her figure still looked so gentle, like a bride sitting in front of her bed late at night waiting for her husband to return.

Fang Qi shouted lightly: "Who?"

A very gentle and nice voice sounded in the darkness, and said softly: "It's me."

Fang Qi's heart was suddenly trembling. Not only was his heart trembling, but he was also trembling.

― Some voices are still very familiar even if they haven’t heard them for a long time, and some people will never forget them even if they haven’t seen them for a long time.

A prodigal son who wanders around the world and seems to have nothing to do with anything; a strong man who has overcome many difficulties and obstacles to come here; a martial arts master who takes the Black Evil life with just one strike, how could he suddenly become like this?

The very gentle and nice voice sounded again in the darkness: "You... are you okay?"

Fang Qi sat dejectedly at the table without saying a word. The tears sword and knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang" sound, and the moonlight sprinkled in front of the window like water. Fang Qi stared blankly at the moonlight on the ground.

There seemed to be a gentle sigh in the darkness, and then said, "I know you must hate me very much, but... but I... I really want to come and see you..."

Fang Qi lowered his head and said nothing, and tears suddenly shed.

The man in the dark seemed a little excited and said slowly: "I know you have suffered a lot over the years, and it's all my fault..."

Fang Qi said nothing, and he was already in tears.

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The most painful things in a person's heart are often those pains that are difficult to express, and those things that can only be kept in one's heart but cannot be told to others.

If you say it to others, others may laugh at you or even despise you, and you will not be able to withstand such a small blow. But if this happens to you, how many people can withstand it?

Every seemingly unrestrained prodigal son or a taciturn person must have a deep pain hidden deep in his heart. These pains must not be touched by others, so it is best not to ask about them.

The pain hidden in their hearts, sometimes even whenever they see a scene, a certain object, or a very ordinary word to others, will make them suddenly think of many past events, and will make their hearts extremely painful. If there is no one, they will cry quietly.

In fact, it’s not just them, but many people who seem to be very happy are the same?

The four words "chivalrous and tender" say: No matter how strong a hero is on the surface, the deepest part of the heart actually has the gentlest and most fragile side.

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A light sounded in the darkness, and a fire light came up. The person in front of the bed slowly stood up, slowly came to the table, lit up the oil lamp on the table, and the light gradually ignited and gently shone on her face.

Fang Qi slowly raised his head to look at her. The person in front of him did not show any makeup. Emei was curved, and there were two lines of clear tears on his egg-shaped face. His hair naturally rolled up behind his head. He was wearing white clothes. The light and elegant beauty was enough to make Chang'e in the Moon Palace ashamed...

She has not changed at all, and is still so beautiful.

Fang Qi suddenly couldn't help but feel a stinging pain in his heart.

The man in white looked at Fang Qi, his eyes filled with tears. He suddenly came behind Fang Qi, hugged Fang Qi tightly, and choked and said, "You... why did you become like this..."

The man in white burst into tears in an instant and cried in tears.

Fang Qi's face was darkened by the sun, his ragged clothes were covered with holes, his dirty and loose hair, and his frayed heels and short boots on the front.

Her tears flowed through Fang Qi's face and through Fang Qi's chest.

Fang Qiqiang held back his tears and said slowly: "Since you are leaving, why do you want to come back?"

The man in white was speechless, hugging Fang Qi tightly and sobbing gently.

Fang Qi said again: "Where have you been there over the years?"

The man in white said nothing, her face tightly against Fang Qi's face, and she was still sobbing softly.

Fang Qi sighed and said, "I just want to ask you, did you write that letter?"

Fang Qi will never forget it. When he woke up one morning in the warm and comfortable bed of Shenlong Villa, the familiar figure of the past suddenly disappeared in the empty room, but he saw this short letter on the table, beautiful handwriting, and dozens of words, but it told an unspeakable parting:

The innocent concubine Xuejun worships Fang Lang again: I am a shameful body, and I am merciful to my mother and brother, and Fang Lang favors me. The husband and wife have been in love for five years. However, I have had an unspeakable pain, so I have to leave now. I look at it and cover my face and cry. Fang Lang has long been looking for a new love, and I am holding my desk together. My deep wish is... The innocent concubine Shen Xuejun sheds tears and worships again.

Shen Xuejun sobbed gently and said gently: "I know you must have a lot to ask me, but... but you should take a shower first, okay?"

Under the light, Fang Qi slowly raised his head, Shen Xuejun looked at him gently, and suddenly burst into tears and laughed, saying, "Look, you are like a beggar now, I have never seen you dirty like this!"

Fang Qi looked down at him, silent.

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It's late at night.

The bright moon outside the window is like a mirror.

A full bucket of hot water was poured into the large wooden barrel, and it was steaming a little bit under the light.

Fang Qi slowly immersed his body in the steaming water, sat quietly in the bucket, staring blankly out the window, his eyes full of sadness, pain and desolation, as if he had returned to the past.

- Recalling the past is sometimes a very painful thing. The better the past is, the more painful it will be when you lose it.

Shen Xuejun gently took off her white clothes and only wore underwear. Her slender body appeared under the light, and gently wiped Fang Qi's body.

She wiped it very carefully and gentlely, as if a careful mother was bathing her baby, with infinite care and tenderness in her eyes.

Fang Qi looked out the window blankly, and tears suddenly flowed down again.

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It's late at night.

Fang Qi was lying quietly on the bed. The hot water just now seemed to have washed away the fatigue of several days, but now he was extremely sleepy and almost drowsy.

Shen Xuejun was wiping the water droplets on Fang Qi's body little by little with a dry cloth.

Fang Qi looked at Shen Xuejun in a daze.

Shen Xuejun said gently: "Don't worry, I won't leave."

Fang Qi slowly turned his head elsewhere.

The moon has set in the west, and the moonlight is like water on the bed.

Shen Xuejun gently unbuttoned the buttons, and the close-fitting underwear inside gently slid to the ground.

Her skin is as white as snow, her skin is as smooth as satin, her breasts are firm, her legs are long, and under the hazy moonlight, the beauty is no longer described in words...

The red lips were like fire, and with tears, kissed Fang Qi's lips. Fang Qi seemed to feel a drop of hot tears also slid into his mouth, salty and bitter. His hand met him and gently hugged Shen Xuejun's smooth and satiny waist.

Her red lips were warm and wet, and she gently kissed Fang Qi's lips, cheeks, and chest with tears. Her jade hands gently stroked Fang Qi's body...

A gentle murmur sounded in the darkness, and a gentle gasp...

It was late at night, and in the night sky outside the window, the bright stars were like shining gems, blinking in the night sky.

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It was already dawn, and birds were chirping crisply and melodiously on the poplar trees outside the window.

Fang Qi woke up slowly and slept so hard and fragrantly.

There was no one around, the room was quiet and empty, and there was a set of neatly folded clean clothes beside the pillow, as if it was still emitting a scent of fragrance, and a pair of brand new short boots were placed under the bed.

Where has she gone?

Fang Qi lay quietly, tears quietly slid across his face.

A faint feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
Chapter completed!