Chapter 223 Return to Yannan

Dead people, sedan chairs, beautiful women, singing and dancing.

This is a very beautiful scene.

"The flowers have not withered,

There is no shortage of months,

Where does the moon shine?

There are roses in the world."

Is Yan Nangui really drunk?

He has sat down, sitting next to the flowers, sitting in the beauty room, and sitting in front of the golden cup.

Amber wine, bright roses.

The rose is in his hand, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and the wine is even more intoxicating.

He has fallen drunk on the knee of the beauty, in front of the amber bottle.

The beauty is also intoxicating, with a yellow warbler-like laughter and a bright red smiling face.

He is still a teenager.

The young man is handsome, the teenager is full of gold, fragrant flowers and wine, and the beauty is like jade. What a happy moment, what a happy life!

But why does he have to come to this dead town to enjoy it?

Did he fly here for nothing?

He didn't look at Bai Choufei, as if he didn't feel that there was such a person as Bai Choufei in this place.

Bai Choufei didn't seem to feel their existence.

He was still sitting in the sedan chair, like a bride waiting for the bridegroom, motioning.

There were no flowers, no beauty or wine in front of him, but there seemed to be an invisible high wall that isolated him from their joy.

He has been isolated from joy.

It's the second update!

Their wine is stronger and their joy is stronger, and they seem to have completely forgotten the sadness, trouble and pain in the world.

There is still wine in the glass, and the rose is still in hand. A beauty took his hand and asked, "Why do you like roses?"

"Because roses have thorns."

"Do you like thorns?"

"I like prickly, prickly hands, and prickly hearts."

The beauty's hand was stung, and her heart was also stung. She frowned and shook her head: "This is not a good reason. I don't like to listen to it."

"What do you like to listen to?"

Yan Nangui smiled and said, "Would you like me to tell you a story?"

"Of course."

"It is said that a long time ago, when the first rose opened far, far away, there was a beautiful nightingale. Because he loved it, he did not hesitate to throw it from the pool from the flower branch and died."

"This story is so beautiful!" The beauty's eyes turned red. "It's a pity that it's too sad."

"You are wrong." Yan Nangui smiled more happily, "Death is not a sad thing. As long as you die gloriously and beautifully, what's wrong with dying?"

The beauty looked at the rose in his hand, and the rose seemed to be smiling.

She looked at it for a long time, and suddenly said softly:

"This morning, I also want to pick some roses for you.

It took me a lot of time to trap it in my belt.

The belt has been loosened, and I can't even tie the flowers!

The flowers fall and fall, float into the wind and fall into the water.

The river flows to the east, and those roses also go with the water and will never return.

The waves of the river have turned bright red, but there is only a lingering fragrance in my sleeves.

Her words are beautiful, just like songs.

She raised her sleeve and said, "You smell it. I want you to smell it as our last souvenir."

Yan Nangui looked at her sleeves and gently pulled her hand.

At this moment, the drum sounded again!

is the third update!

"Tianya Road,

Unreturned,

The third update at night,

People break their souls."

Yan Nangui suddenly shook off her hand.

The music stopped suddenly.

Yan Nangui suddenly waved his hand: "Let's go!"

This word is like a magic spell. The ghostly white man outside the window had just knocked on the third update. As soon as the word was said, there were only two people left in the place that was full of joy just now.

Even the beauty who was stabbed by the rose has left. Her hand was stabbed, but the wound in her heart was deeper.

The carriages and horses went away, and the earth turned into a dead silence again.

There is only one lamp left in the room, and the dim light shines on Yan Nangui's shining eyes.

He suddenly raised his head and stared straight at the sedan chair with his shining eyes.

Even though he was drunk, his eyes were not drunk.

Bai Choufei still sat there quietly, not hearing, not seeing, not moving.

Yan Nangui has stood up.

When he stood up, he could see the sword on his waist. The hilt was bright red, and the scabbard was also bright red!

It is redder than roses and redder than blood.

The room that was full of joy just now suddenly became full of murder.

He began to walk forward and walked towards the sedan chair.

Even though he was drunk, his sword was not drunk.

His sword is already in hand.

Pale hand, bright red sword.

Bai Choufei's knife is also in hand

The distance between them is also getting closer and closer.

The murderous atmosphere is stronger.

Yan Nangui finally walked to the sedan chair and suddenly drew his sword. The sword light was as brilliant as the sun, but as beautiful as a rose in the sun.

The sword spirit is between the eyebrows of Bai Choufei.

Bai Choufei still doesn't hear, don't see, don't move!

The sword light crossed, and the top of the sedan chair suddenly disappeared, and Bai Choufei had appeared in front of him. The bead curtains a foot away broke one after another, falling like the tears of a beauty.

Then the sword light suddenly disappeared.

The sword is still in Yannan's hand. He held the sword in both hands and held it in front of Bai Choufei.

This is the unparalleled sword in the world!

He uses unparalleled swordsmanship!

Why did he give this sword to Bai Choufei now?

He came far away, revelry and drunk.

He drew his sword, waved his sword, and sent it.

What exactly is this for?

Pale hands. The out-of-sheath sword seems to be pale under the lamp!

Bai Choufei's face is paler.

He finally raised his head slowly and stared at the sword in Yan Nangui's hand.

His face was expressionless, but his pupils were shrinking.

Yan Nangui was also staring at him, with a strange expression in his shining eyes. He didn't know whether it was a joy that was close to liberation or helpless sadness.

Bai Choufei looked up again and stared into his eyes, as if he didn't see him until now.

The eye contact between the two people seemed to touch a series of invisible sparks.

Bai Choufei suddenly said, "Here you are."

Yan Nangui nodded: "I'm coming."

"You shouldn't come." Bai Choufei looked at him and said slowly, "The person I'm waiting for is not you."

"But I'm already here." Yan Nangui looked at him with an indescribable expression on his face.

He really shouldn't have appeared, but he did appear, with the unparalleled sword in the world. Appeared in this dead town, in front of Bai Choufei.

"A person, living in the world, always owes people, I come here because I owe others." Yan Nangui slowly opened his mouth.

"Drop out the knife." Yan Nangui looked at Bai Choufei.

"If you draw a knife, you will die." Bai Choufei looked at the sword in his hand.

"I came to die." Yan Nangui smiled.

He came to die!

He came from the south of the Yangtze River and traveled thousands of miles, but he just came to die!

He is full of golden cups and sings, just to enjoy the joy of the moment before death!

How solemn and beautiful this kind of death is!

Life is like a summer flower, and death is like a glass.

That's an irresistible beauty.

Only the purest people will have such the purest way to die.

There is no fear or any negative expression on Yan Nangui's face. He just looked at Bai Choufei quietly with a smile on his face.

He is waiting to die, and he is enjoying waiting to die.