Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

Yun Yazi quickly stabilized Han Fei's precarious figure, and comforted him in a low voice: "It wasn't you who killed him!" When he found Ying Zheng's body just now, he had already checked it carefully. The corpse, the wound was not faked, and there was no trace of disguise.This is indeed Ying Zheng himself, he is indeed dead!

Lovingly caressing Han Fei's blue hair, he embraced the innocent child in his arms, and comforted him softly, "If you want to cry, just have a good cry."

Yun Yazi suddenly blamed himself, if he had discovered the anomaly earlier, wouldn't he have been able to stop this tragedy in time?He was even thinking, is there still a need to take Han Fei to Doctor Jiang?He has not recovered his memory yet, and he is already in great grief. If he recovers his memory, he will wake up. It was his own calculation that caused the life of his beloved to die!He himself killed Ying Zheng!

Han Fei in his arms was quiet, letting Yun Yazi hug him.Suddenly, Han Fei gently broke free from his father's embrace, his voice trembling slightly, "Let me be quiet for a while."

"But..." Yun Yazi couldn't feel at ease when he saw him looking devastated, in case he couldn't think about it...

As if seeing through his thoughts and comforting him, Han Fei smiled lightly, "I'm not that useless."

Yun Yazi heard the words, it seemed that Han Fei was far calmer than he thought, and he was a little relieved, so he left the tent, and when he reached the door of the tent, he glanced at Han Fei worriedly, sighed softly, how did he become That's it!

Han Fei stared at Ying Zheng quietly. For some reason, he was unexpectedly calm, not as uneasy as before.

After a long time, he raised his slightly trembling hand and reached for his uninjured left cheek.Cold fingers touched his already stiff cheeks.Han Fei tentatively pulled his face hard, hoping to tear off a "fake face" like Yun Yazi did just now!However, no matter how much he pulled, that face was still firmly on his body!

The last glimmer of hope was shattered, but he was calmer than ever, only a hollow pain in his head.He also couldn't tell whether his current mood was sadness or despair.

Han Fei withdrew his hand and smiled sadly, "It seems that you and I are destined to end here. Since you and I are not in love, then Han Fei owes you and has to pay it back in the next life."

Han Fei thought, he must find the Miracle Doctor Jiang that Yun Yazi was talking about just now.These dust-laden secrets must be revealed one by one.Even if these secrets would make him miserable!This is also a punishment for myself...

His sight suddenly fell on Tianwen, it was there, witnessing everything, witnessing the death of its master.By coincidence, Han Fei picked up the sword and carefully tied Jiansui to Ying Zheng's waist.

After hanging up, Han Fei was about to leave when he heard a strange buzzing sound.Han Fei turned his head in surprise, only to see Tian Wen trembling restlessly.Han Fei knew that the famous sword had spirituality, so was it mourning for its master?

But the shaking became more and more intense, and suddenly, it broke the tassel of the sword at Ying Zheng's waist!It fell quietly to the ground.Han Fei looked at Tian Wen suspiciously, picked up the sword, and was about to hang it around Ying Zheng's waist again.However, before he could move, Tian Wen trembled restlessly again, and the killing spirit of the famous sword seemed to be getting stronger.

Han Fei had never been interested in or researched weapons, but this sword seemed very resistant to returning to its owner.In the blink of an eye, Han Fei seemed to understand what it wanted to convey!He held Tianwen in his hand and looked at Tianwen carefully, and said softly in disbelief, "Isn't he your master?" Although it was a question, Han Fei's tone was undeniable affirmation!

Jian Guang flashed up, and Tian Wen got out of the sheath by himself!Han Fei couldn't react in time, his palm was cut by it, and the scabbard fell to the ground.In an instant, the bright red blood dripped all over the ground like a string of blood beads.

On the blade of Tian Wen's sword, Han Fei's blood gradually became lighter, as if it had penetrated into the blade of the sword!

Suddenly, a boundless and endless cold aura continuously overflowed from the blade.In an instant, Han Fei was shrouded in a thick darkness, and he was no longer a familiar place!

Han Fei stared at the darkness calmly. What's going on?Could it be the Qimen Dunjia technique?

The dark space is filled with a sinister and sinister aura!Han Fei was extremely calm, and the surrounding area was filled with this strange atmosphere!There is no escape, no escape.Could it be that Ying Zheng did it?

Suddenly, there was an extremely weird rustling sound in the air, as if it was an invitation from the dead!Han Fei raised his eyes, as if something appeared in the air.

Gradually, Han Fei saw it clearly.a sword?

Its whole body was black and blue, and the blade was even more dilapidated, broken every inch of it. The hilt was engraved with fierce beasts, and a ferocious aura rushed towards its face.

Han Fei looked at the sword with a stern look. Could it be the sword's fault?What kind of sword is this?There is such a sword energy!However, the next moment, something even more unbelievable happened to Han Fei - the sword flew to his hand!

"Want me to hold you?" Han Fei said to himself.

The sword did this, and Han Fei could only understand it this way.Han Fei slowly reached out his hand hesitantly, and grabbed the hilt of its sword.

In an instant, it seemed that something flowed into his mind continuously through the sword!

He saw it!He heard it!

In the old days, when the night was dark and dew was heavy, and the breeze was blowing over the cliff, he stood side by side with him on the cliff, the man in white stretched out his hand to him, his eyes were shining, and the stars were shining in his eyes like a deep pool, "Sir, would you like to go with me?" Create this eternal dream of one country?"

The two stood under the tree with fallen leaves flying, the hand was close at hand, but Han Fei finally didn't hold it, and put a fallen leaf into his palm instead.

Behind what he couldn't see, Han Fei silently lowered his eyelashes and smiled lonely.Pointing at the six kingdoms with the sword, unifying the world, and the world falling into a dream, is it not what you want in your heart, but, how can everything go as you want...

There are thousands of threads of love, and the relationship is hard to continue...

An army of one hundred thousand is approaching the city, and the Sixth Army will not send out!But they shouted in unison into the city: "Mr. Han Fei is respectfully invited to enter Qin!"

"Mr. Han Fei!" The Xuanyi King behind the case called out in a low voice as if forbearance, "I will give you another chance!" He smashed Chen's "Cun Han" before the case hard in front of him, "This But what do you really think?"

Han Fei knelt on the ground, lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and parted his lips lightly, "Yes."

After the case, the king took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He walked up to the man who had been kneeling, squatted down his body of ten thousand gold, and said in a low voice full of forbearance: It's so close, why give up?"

Han Fei was still neither humble nor overbearing. He smiled lightly, but the bitterness spread, "Because that is the iron and blood of the Great Qin Dynasty, and it is the king's hegemony. It is not Korean, and it is not Han Fei."

The love between him and him is like the fallen leaves. Once they leave the roots, they will wither and bloom. How can the beauty destined to die last forever...

You are a wise king, but not my king; you are not a duke of filial piety, and I am not even a king of Shang...

In the dark prison, he drank poisonous wine calmly, with his long hair like seaweed loose, and died suddenly in the wind and snow of Qin State.The moment he saw Ying Zheng, he had already foreseen today's ending.

The king in Xuanyi hugged him tightly, and said in a trembling voice, gnashing his teeth in a trembling voice, "You don't have to pay back what you owe me, don't even think about leaving!"

The love doesn't know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper, which can't bury the king's hegemony ambition.

"Even if you don't want to implement this dream of one country through the ages, you have to let the widow watch carefully!"

The king in Xuanyi sat high on the throne, staring at his lower head with a pair of cold phoenix eyes, and ordered: "Let's start."

A dilapidated ancient sword and the solemn and introverted Tianzi sword are placed side by side, and a woman in blue with a ribbon covering her eyes is casting a spell on them. The dilapidated broken sword gradually melts into the heavenly question and becomes one... …

Even if it is death!You too will die in my arms!

No matter how the world turns and the stars change, and the sea changes, you can't leave me!

We will be bound together forever and ever!

You are my reverse scale!

The handsome and majestic king came to a cold ice room, raised his hand to caress the still beautiful face of the man in purple in the ice coffin, gently pried open his teeth, and carefully fed a pill into his mouth. It seemed that a little flame had been ignited, and he guarded him anxiously.

One day, two days, three days... The longer the waiting time, the more the flames in the king's eyes were gradually extinguished by the cold ice in this room.

As powerful as he is, as proud as he is, there are things that cannot be forced.

In the end, there was only one sentence left, "The sky is so thin, how thin it is to me..." The scattered words and phrases were scattered in the cold air...

On the way to the east, in the gorgeous carriage, the still handsome and majestic king collapsed powerlessly.One day, the Son of Heaven will lie in a cold sarcophagus like a common man, and let future generations judge whether his merits and demerits are right or wrong.

A person who transcended human beings, the patron saint of Daqin, fell down after all, in the long river of time...

On the bank of Wangchuan River, next to the Sansheng Stone, the man in purple finally waited for him, looking into the Peach Blossom Pond with his phoenix eyes.This time, he held his hand firmly, crossed the bridge of Naihe together, and walked towards the afterlife...

In the dark, the lost memories are like a mountain torrent breaking a bank, rushing towards Han Fei.Whether it was the tit-for-tat in the past, or the warmth of the present, they all passed before my eyes one by one...

Only the king in Xuanyi came hand in hand in his past and present lives.

Suddenly, the sword energy dissipated, everything returned to silence, needles could be heard falling in the tent, and the lamp oil was almost burned out.Han Fei was still holding the crippled and unstoppable Sword of Reverse Scale in his hand.

Crystal tears silently slid from the white face to Ni Lin's blade, and then dripped dust along the blade, and then a flower bloomed from the dust, as beautiful as a legend.

"Yingzheng..." Han Fei called out in a low voice.

In my life, you never say goodbye, never leave, never go far...

The author has something to say: Brother Zheng is the Zulong, brother Fei's sword is called Nilin, what do others think about the Nilin of the Dragon!