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    ? On the Confucianism Men's Evocation Stage, Xu Shuanglin looked at the golden streamers drifting in the night, and suddenly felt like the paper he threw into the furnace on the snowy night of the Lantern Festival that year.

    It burned to ashes in an instant, only a little spark remained, scalding him after years.

    Wang Luo Fenghua, Nangong Xu and Nangong Liu.

    Can be a relative and friend for a lifetime.

    But the world has long since lost Nangong Xu, and now standing here is Xu Shuanglin, who is either a lunatic or a demon, Xu Shuanglin who crawled back from the depths of hell and demanded the lives of all the righteous and gentlemen in the world.

    There is no more Nangong Xu.

    He is just like his name, wandering and helpless, ups and downs in the boundless world.

    Years have passed, and the rocks are also broken.

    Not to mention this tiny catkin.

    So many years have passed, the willows are old, the maple blossoms are withered, and the catkins are wandering. What I see is not the flowers at the end of the world, but the blood all over the mountains and plains, and the overwhelming hatred.

    But why, he still involuntarily handed over to Ye Wangxi what Luo Fenghua had taught him back then, and why he couldn't help feeling compassionate when he saw a real gentleman and kind person, so he couldn't be cruel again.

    Why¡­¡­

    Why are you crying.

    Xu Shuanglin knelt on the soul-calling platform, and finally burst into sobs. Tears flowed down his ugly, distorted face. He rubbed Luo Fenghua's spiritual core, and finally cried hoarsely, choked and piercingly, as if every day  The one-inch sound is dug out from the throat and blood.

    "Master Luo Fenghua"

    He has exhausted his tricks, he is full of madness and hatred, distortion and longing, and he spends his whole life doing the game.

    Is it just that ruined?

    He thought of Lingshan Lunjian, he was full of resentment, so that later his father passed on Nangongliu, he was unwilling and angrily seized the throne¡ª¡ª

    He still remembered the old and pale face of his father's illness, staring at him in disbelief.

    "This head is mine." He put his hand around his father's throat, closing it little by little.  Let me accept it. You are old, but you can rest."

    "Xu'er"

    He closed his eyes, and did not allow his father to continue speaking. The meridians in his hands protruded violently, and he heard a heart-piercing "click", which was the sound of a broken throat.

    He took off the ring of Confucianism and stuck it to his lips.

    His finger was cold, but it was not as cold as his face.

    "I just want justice. If you don't give it to me, I will take it for myself. Father, under the nine springs, you don't have to hate me."

    Turn around and go out.

    The scene changes in the memory.

    It was the first night after he usurped the throne and seized power. The servants were cleaning up the blood stains all over the ground after the war. His father was dead. Nangong Liu's family was also imprisoned in a water prison. All those who tried to resist him were suppressed.  Everything was settled, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

    He built a stove in the yard and cooked tea and drank it by himself.  He was the only one in the courtyard, and he stroked the gleaming master ring on his thumb.

    Since then, he has been the master of Confucianism.

    Needless to say, those outsiders at the Lingshan Conference who plotted against him would chop up and kill them whenever they found an opportunity, but he didn't know how to deal with his elder brother, let alone how to deal with Luo Fenghua.

    As dusk deepens, the golden crow sinks westward.

    Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Xu Shuanglin finally made up his mind to go to the water prison to see his detained brother and master.

    He took a few entourages and walked halfway, when the last ray of sunlight was swallowed by the night, he shivered, and suddenly felt a little cold in his body, and his head was also a little dizzy.

    "My lord, what's the matter?"

    Waving away the servant who was about to help him, Xu Shuanglin said: "It's okay, I suddenly remembered that something was not handled properly, I'll go back to the main hall first, you don't have to follow."

    He suppressed the increasingly obvious pain, put on the hood of his cloak, and strode towards the main hall of the Confucianism Gate.  In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer. No matter how much he could bear it, he couldn't stand it. He ran for a while, pushed the door open and went in, and then closed the palace door tightly.

    "My lord?"

    "You stand guard at the door, you are not allowed to come in, and you are not allowed to move rashly. If there is anything unusual, please report to me at any time."

    After giving such instructions to the guards, Xu Shuanglin panted, staggered to the depths of the hall, and took off his hood suddenly. He looked down and found that his flesh and blood were all chapped, and his eyes were covered with hideous scars.

    His firstBefore Liu Liu could speak, she heard the sharp voice of a woman next to her.

    "Nangong Xu! I know you were wronged first, but what are you doing now? You killed your father, took away the ring of the master, and now you want to kill your brother. Youhow can you be so cruel?"

    "Oh, Senior Sister Rong." Xu Shuanglin smiled slightly, "If you don't talk, I will forget that you are here."

    Although Rong Yan was restrained by the spell, she was also kneeling, but her expression was stubborn, and although there were tears in her eyes, she was not weak: "I I really misjudged you at the beginning."

    "So what if you don't misunderstand me?" Xu Shuanglin smiled, "You were the one who gave me the sachet at the beginning, and you were the one who married Nangong Liu later.  He Yanmian mentioned the old things to me? You don't want to tell me that you can't help yourself, he forced you, right? "

    Rong Yan's face turned pale, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she bit her lower lip and slowly closed her eyes.

    Tears trickled down her cheeks.

    The knife was already in his hand, glowing coldly.

    "NonoAxu, you can say anything you want, I can talk to you about anythingdon't kill meplease, don't kill me"

    "Did you mistake your position?" Xu Shuanglin wiped the blade, with that evil smile still on the corner of his mouth, "Nangong Liu, now I am the head, and you are a prisoner. You have nothing in your hands, and you still want to follow me?"  Negotiating terms? What are you using as a bargaining chip, your dog's life?"

    "I can be a cow or a horse for you! Yes I can make a straw ring, I, I am willing to do anything! As long as you want, Senior Sister Rong can also give it back to you!"

    Rong Yan opened her eyes suddenly, turned her head suddenly, extremely angry: "Nangong Liu!"

    Nangong Liu was so frightened that he was so frightened that he ignored his wife at all, but whimpered to his younger brother, "As long as you let me go please let me go"

    "Come on." Xu Shuanglin lazily patted his face with the handle of the knife, "Do you think I will touch the orange you licked again?"

    "Then I'm okay¡ªI'm okay¡ª" Nangong Liu searched his stomach, but couldn't think of anything, only tears and snot kept flowing, and finally he burst into tears, "Axu, we once said,  There are pastries to eat together, and roofs to climb together We practiced together, celebrated the Lantern Festival with Master, and learned to play the piano. Have you forgotten those days?"

    Xu Shuanglin's face darkened slightly, but in the end he just sneered and didn't answer. The knife was raised, and after a long while, he swung it down.

    "ah!!"

    "Wait a moment!!"

    The cold blade was hanging just a short distance from Nangong Liu's neck. In fact, Xu Shuanglin wasn't sure if he could swing his knife a few inches forward even without these two shouts.

    However, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he still said lightly: "What's the matter? You two have so many last words." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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