Chapter 167 Tonight's bright moon is a circle

At this moment, there is a fierce battle in the room.

He once folded his branches and rushed down to the upper wind on the ground. I don't know when he had a short spear in his hand.

The strength scraped the young man's hair and clothes upside down, showing that the blow was powerless to retain.

His spear skill is known as the "spear saint" of his father Zeng Rushan. It can't be underestimated. Regardless of the speed angle, it is impeccable, and the attack is the fatal point that the other party must save.

When the young man heard his strange cry, he turned back and took advantage of the situation to kick the tip of the spear.

The steel spear should swing away.

The middle door of the branch was broken.

The young man didn't expect that it was so easy to break the branch. Before he had time to rotate and protect it, he rushed back and rushed into the middle palace. One opponent appeared with a palm shadow all over the sky and knocked down. As long as you force the other party to fight and attack the enemy with your own strengths, even if you don't kill the enemy on the spot. He is indeed three points afraid of the spear that once broke the branch.

And Zeng broke the branches without a trace of due panic, and the tiger's eyes stared at the killing hidden in the young man's fake actions.

Although Zeng Zhezhi was very young, he had rich experience in fighting with his father in the north and south, but the other party felt bad and wanted to withdraw.

But everything is late.

Under the trembling of the iron spear, he instantly gave thirteen blows to the majestic wind leaning against the wall.

The spear saint used all his strength to hit or pat a left spear, sticking to the wall to avoid the right, and live.

Folding branches once prevailed for a while.

Young people take the opportunity to run at full capacity.

The cold light flashed in front of his chest, his right wrist was cold, and his short spear, which was inseparable from him, broke in the middle. A shock flashed away and banged through the wing room, but no one came outside. At this time, it was nearly three times.

Zeng's broken branch was shaken by the rest of the young man's palm, making an earth-shaking hiss, and his body retreated quickly. He hit the opposite wall with a "bang", and his left hand turned to close the wrist of his right hand that was stabbed by his spear to avoid blood spray.

Seeing that the young man did not push each other further, he once broke his branches and grabbed the window. A black dart suddenly shot in front of the young man's eyes. The young man was shocked and waved his palms away, but it was too late. The dart was firmly on Tang Xiaorou's waist. Tang Xiaorou shouted delicately and the young man rushed up, "Are you all right?"

Tang Xiaorou's beautiful eyes opened the biggest arc, and stared at the young man in front of him, with a thin face and black clothes, which seemed to reveal a little maturity and stability. Two lines of tears lay gently on the pretty face with the blink of beautiful eyes. The young man gently stroked Tang Xiaorou's beautiful little face full of tears with his hand and smiled slightly, "I'm not late!"

Tang Xiaorou hugged the young man's slender body and cried tremblingly, but she was speechless.

The young man touched her head with his hands, and a fragrance came to his nose. He half squinted his wet eyes and felt this extremely excited moment. Whether it was the third update or the fourth update, time and memories were fixed at this moment.

"Do you remember the letter you wrote to me?" The young man asked.

"Remember, I always remember it. I wrote it all with tears. How can I not remember?" Tang Xiaorou slowly let go of the young man's hands, either smiling or looking forward to it. The smile bloomed like a flower, but it was definitely not a flash in the pan, because she looked at the young man more beautifully and vividly than the pan and smiled.

The young man took out a rag paper from his arms and saw that it had been submerged by the water, but he could never drown the man's love for him.

The man carefully opened the paper, and the handwriting on it was completely unclear. Xiong Feng knew that he must have been soaked by the river after the failed duel with Ling Cheng on the Yangtze River. The ink had long been seen. Tang Xiaorou looked at the young man with interest.

Seeing such eager eyes, the young man said, "At this second, I picked up the unique fragrance of the flowers and tasted my love for you. Look directly at your beautiful eyes, not for attention, just for the restless heart in your heart to stop at this moment. I'm fascinated!

At this point, I crossed the sea of people and stayed on this shore, staring at my love for you. Standing beside you, not asking for communication, just to breathe your sweetness. I'm intoxicated!

At this moment, I left my long hair to embrace the dust and my love for you. Quietly looking at you far away, not looking back, just to see more of your lovely appearance. I'm demented!

This night, I played the love piano all night and realized my love for you. Floating past you without asking for greetings, just to eavesdrop on your joy. I laugh secretly!

On this day, I turned all the scriptures and surpassed my love for you. I smile at you and don't ask for understanding, just to make you understand that I want to fall in love with you. I'm crazy!

This year, I withdrew my horse to appreciate your youth and beauty, tested my love for you and witnessed your wonderful admiration. I didn't ask for a hug, just to have you to accompany me through this youth. I miss it!"

"Brother Feng!" Tang Xiaorou hugged the man in front of her tightly and hugged the strong wind that had come back from hardships.

Xiong Feng quoted Tang Xiaorou's love letter to express his incomparable nostalgia and admiration for Tang Xiaorou. Why can't they be together when they are obviously in love? Today, as a rebel of fate, Xiong Feng has at least done this. No one can stop the eagerness in their hearts.

The strong wind hugged Tang Xiaorou, who was already intoxicated, and did not say a word. Looking at the bright moon outside the window that had been broken, the Dragon Boat Festival has passed. A year later, the moon is still a garden, and the moonlight is still so bright.

The moon is in people, and people die in the moon. People and the moon are the same thing. When will there be a bright moon? Ask the blue sky about the wine. I don't know what year it is today. The young men and women in the wing are the full moon and do not envy immortals.

The moon is bright tonight.

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