The Return of the Assassin Biography

, Poor thing. "

"I looked at them because I was afraid that they would be in danger, but he himself would be wrong."

"Let them have fun. Always try everything. You have brought a lot of fun to the valley. Every household has received your help. You don't have to be so polite. The fruits and vegetables in the valley are yours. Eat enough, don't waste it."

"It's boring to do nothing. Help everyone do what they can, and it's right to keep fit."

"Nian'er come up quickly." Zhi Ming stood on the bamboo raft and supported the bamboo pole.

"..."

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling about?" Zhi Ming looked back at Luo Lin.

"Can your majesty know how to handle a raft?" Yi Nian jumped onto the bamboo raft.

"Naturally, this king is so smart, he will know it at a glance."

Luo Lin straightened up and looked at them.

"It's okay, my bamboo raft is safe, this section of the stream is all shallows, no rocks."

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One day, Zhi Ming walked across the market with a fish in his hands, proud and full of joy. He caught it in the river, but he didn't steal it.

"Wang Ergou, wait a minute." Brother Zhang stopped him, went into the house and brought out a bunch of trees: "The owner of the valley said that your family needs this kind of medicinal herb root, and I happened to dig it up when I went into the mountain. "

"Thank you, uncle." Zhuan Nian took over.

It didn't go far and was stopped again.

"These are the eggs laid by the chickens raised at home, bring some for the baby to eat."

"Thank you, sir." Zhuan Nian took a basket of eggs.

Qianying stopped him before he went far.

"Brother Wang, this is the pheasant we hunted today, take it back to feed Ah Li."

"Have you gone hunting in the mountains? Why don't you call me? You should call me next time." Zhi Ming looked excited.

"Okay! Then I will go again in a few days."

"Your Majesty, let's hurry up, Nian'er can't move anymore."

Obsessed with the herb root in one hand, the egg in the other, and the pheasant in his arms, he followed the fish...

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That afternoon, Zhiming was picking peach blossoms in front of the door with a blue branch, the lower ones were already full of light, and the taller ones were out of reach. He looked around, only Zhinian was standing in the yard blowing the flute.

"Nian'er, stop blowing it, it's ugly..."

"Then I have to learn more, I have to practice well before returning to Yaoguang."

"Why do you go back? You have to go back by yourself. This king doesn't want to go back. There are mountains, rivers and human beings here. Are you willing to go to that waterfall? Are you willing to go back to this courtyard full of peach blossoms? Come here..."

"What to do?" Obsession came to him.

Zhiming snatched Xiao from him, popped out the swallow branch, and held it up to cut the peach blossoms on the tree. Naturally, it was no problem to cut the peach blossoms with a sword that cuts iron like mud, and saw the peach blossoms fall into the basket one after another. .

"Your Majesty, bring it quickly, the master will blame Nian'er for seeing it." Zhuan Nian went to snatch Xiao from his hand.

"I'll pay you back when the king has collected enough, how stingy..." Zhi Ming held up Xiao to avoid him.

"This is used to defend against the enemy. You use it to pick flowers, so what if you break it." The obsession pushed Zhi Ming to the ground persistently.

"It won't be necessary in the future, this king will protect you all, A Li only needs Yu Xiao."

"I don't care about Nian'er, you pay me back..."

"Wait a minute, Nian'er, my hand was stabbed by something."

Jian Nian got up from him and saw blood dripping from Zhi Ming's palm.

"Bleeding!"

"It's okay, it's not deep." Zhi Ming saw a few drops of blood on Xiao's body, and was about to wipe it off with his clothes, when the blood on Xiao's body suddenly disappeared.

Zhi Ming stared with wide eyes, in disbelief.

"Your Majesty, go into the house and smash it!" Obsessed with wanting to help him up.

"Wait." Zhi Ming stretched out his hand to drip blood on Yu Xiao.

"Your Majesty, you have made Xiao dirty."

"Shh!"

The bloodstains disappeared under their eyelids, and the two stared at each other without speaking.

Zhiming dripped blood on the swallow branch again, and the two climbed up on the ground to stare at it, but the blood disappeared after a while.

Zhiming dripped blood on it as if possessed by a demon...

When Murongli and Xiaopang came back from washing, they entered the courtyard and saw them crawling on the ground.

"You two are fine, don't keep rolling around on the ground, I'm almost exhausted after washing all day." Xiaopang put down the wooden tub containing the clothes.

"Master, the king's hands are bleeding." Zhuan Nian quickly stood up, shaking the petals on his body.

"Enter the house..." Murongli helped Zhiming up.

"Master." Zhuan Nian timidly put Xiao on the table, waiting for his reprimand.

"If I don't come back, are you two going to drain all the blood?" Murong Li cleaned up the wound on his palm, looking at the two of them with disheveled faces and flower petals hanging all over their bodies, he couldn't get angry.

"We found something interesting, Ah Li and Xiao can eat blood." Zhi Ming stared at him with bright eyes, his face full of radiance.

"How strange is it that the spirit weapon devours blood?"

Zhi Ming took Yu Xiao and said, "A Li... it seems to be calling me!" Zhi Ming opened his eyes and shouted as if waking up from a dream: "No wonder I can find A Li when I hide, A Li has long since Know the secret."

"I know, since the sword pierced the king's chest last time, so much blood was sucked out, and then every time you approach me, there will be a slight reaction." Murongli put medicinal powder on his hand and wrapped it with a cloth strip.

"It only sucks my blood? Or..."

"What do you say..."

"A Li..." Zhi Ming hesitated to speak.

"Say what you have to say!"

"How did Ah Li get out of the sea of ​​flames? Ah Li's whistling sound continued until the building collapsed..."

"Huoliao's voice is so loud, how can you tell whether Xiao Sheng beat him from the balcony, inside the house, or in the back alley?"

"..."

"The king is back, how can I be willing to die."

"That's not true. If Master Mu hadn't carried Master out, Master wouldn't have come out."

"Okay, don't touch the water for the next few days, and Nian'er won't touch the swallow branch in the future, it's good." Murongli packed the medicine bottles and put them in the box, still with a calm expression on his face.

"I know, Master."

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Xiaopang is grinding for Murongli, and has been sitting on the side to watch him make Danqing for Zhiming.

"Do you think Zhiming can make it back today?" He didn't have to ask for an answer, Xiaopang would know if he could come back.

"Qian Ling said that if you meet snow orchids, you will be able to return within a day."

"The mountains are high and the road is far away, and the sky is freezing..."

"Why doesn't the lord of the country blame our king now, and just let him mess around."

"I hope he lives as he pleases. With such good conditions now, I only hope he will be willful."

"Could you be too self-willed? The king has to go back to be the king when spring begins! Can this heart be taken back?"

"Whatever is fine, let him live according to his own preferences, as long as he is happy, even if he tosses all the flowers in the valley into the house, so what, he does all this for me, we should Fortunately, I can still see his sincere side in this life, how can I bear to criticize him."

Murong Li paused and said: "If I hadn't met Zhi Ming, my stone-cold heart wouldn't have been warmed bit by bit. If Zhi Ming hadn't met me, I wouldn't have lost so much. I owe him too much, and I can only spend the rest of my life with him to find some happiness, although it is not as pure as it was then."

Murongli put down his pen and picked up the painting.

The person in the portrait is slightly sideways, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows and eyes, his eyes full of joy, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, a strand of hair on his forehead covers a small half of his face, the corners are distinct, his face is arrogant and arrogant, and he is dressed in black clothes. Wearing a fluffy black feather collar cloak, holding a ball of white Yuqiong flowers, it seems to be alive, the brilliance is flowing, and the gods are flying.

The author has something to say: there is no assassin's tricks, no gorgeous language, just write down the feelings in my heart, the level is limited, I can't write better, and I often feel ashamed.

Is there a kiss?

It's over!