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Volume 3: Smoke and Clouds in Weicheng Chapter 55: Prelude to Parting (Part 2)

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    "Bah, I'm just a chess piece of His Majesty. I really think that I am still the Third Highness of the Qin Dynasty." The bearded man brushed off the dust and timidly got up from the ground.

    Although the big man was dissatisfied with this young man who had been used as an abandoned son by the Emperor of Qin, he only dared to murmur a few words in his heart. Just now, the handsome arrester knocked down more than a dozen soldiers in the blink of an eye.  When he was playing the game with great skill, the big man would not doubt at all whether he would be able to escape unscathed if he offended the other party.

    A dozen soldiers got up from the ground one after another with an uneasy mood. Their rationality allowed them to wake up from the anger of the sudden attack, and they walked to stand behind the handsome captain. The original vigor in their eyes was  The sharp blow of the commander's head, which was almost invisible, was completely wiped out, and was replaced by deep admiration and horror.

    As if he had read through the thoughts of the bearded man and the soldiers under his command, the commander-in-chief snorted coldly. After scanning his head one by one, he said sternly: "You'd better not interfere in my affairs with him, otherwise I won't dare to do it next time."  Make sure you use the back or the blade, I believe that even if you are all dead, your master will not say anything in this situation."

    The big man with the beard was shocked, and his originally drooped head was buried even lower. Although what the commander said was arrogant, it was not unreasonable. At present, the emperor Qin Yu did not hesitate to cross the border to find this treasure that he had regarded as such in his early years.  A useless abandoned child must have another purpose.

    And warriors like him who follow the army are like crucian carp crossing the river. They can catch a lot of them at will. Just like the commander-in-chief said, even if all the soldiers are killed, the emperor will not say a word.

    Thinking about the big man's face, he couldn't help but turn a little pale. He secretly regretted that he had underestimated this 16-year-old boy too much. If he knew better, he would never overstep his authority and trust himself without the commander's order.

    "We are only following His Highness's orders. Please show mercy to His Highness." In order to show his sincerity and to make up for his mistakes, the big man with a curly beard hunched over his body and looked at the handsome arrester with fear and fear.  .

    "But according to His Highness's orders, but according to His Highness's orders." Someone took the lead, and the remaining dozen soldiers echoed in succession, for fear that if they echoed too late, a ruthless sword would be waiting for them.

    The handsome catcher sneered silently for a few times and did not say any words. For him, the goal has been achieved, so there is no need to waste words with them. Although these people are temporarily standing with him, the people's hearts are still  No, it would be useless to say more.

    Thinking about it, the handsome catcher slowly turned around, leaving these frightened soldiers behind, and once again faced Yan Xichen who was kneeling in front of the grave, standing like a sculpture in the breeze.

    "Why, don't you let them do it together? Then your chances of winning will be much greater." Yan Xichen dusted off the dust on his knees and stood up from the ground, just like before, half-jokingly looking at the childishness fading in front of him.  The most handsome head catcher.

    "Are you insulting me by saying this? Let us resolve the matter between our brothers ourselves. In this way, even if I die by your sword, I will have no regrets. Likewise, I will kill you in a fair duel.  Let you have no regrets." The handsome captain ignored Yan Xichen's joke and said seriously.

    "Brother, such a warm term, it's a pity that it will still be the same in the future?" Yan Xichen looked at himself, then at the handsome catcher, and suddenly a trace of sadness appeared in his mind for no reason.

    "At least for now." The handsome catcher sighed softly. Regarding this answer, his heart was full of contradictions. The hatred of killing his father and the brotherhood for several months were entangled in his heart and were inextricably entangled.

    "It would be nice if I didn't meet you here, or if I didn't recover my memory, and I was still the carefree little Weicheng head catcher. Then I wouldn't have to make this choice. I really don't want to kill you, Brother Yan, but"  The handsome catcher shook his head like a rattle, trying to get rid of the lingering memories in his mind. However, the more he wanted to forget, the clearer he remembered it.

    "Everything is God's will." Yan Xichen straightened his messy hair, took off his white mourning clothes, tapped his toes, and retreated a few hundred meters away from several new tombs, and said loudly: "Come on,  Do what you think you should do. Although we have a close relationship, if I don¡¯t have a fight with you today, I think the knot in your heart will not be able to be opened."

    "Well, if only my father hadn't died in your hands on that rainy night in Xianyang Palace three years ago, then we would have been friends forever." The handsome catcher sighed helplessly, holding a foot in his hand.  The short knife suddenly shook, and in the blink of an eye it transformed into a waist knife of nearly three feet. The blade was long and narrow, the blade was sharp and light and convenient. Except for the different length, it was somewhat similar to the Japanese sword.

    How much compared to thatBefore, he was an immature boy who was confused and incompetent in martial arts. At this moment, Shuai Baotou was more than one level better in terms of sword skills and sword speed.

    "It would be great if there really was a wish in the world." Looking at the handsome head catcher arranging his steps a hundred meters away, Yan Xichen suddenly felt a trace of melancholy. At this moment, many things suddenly came to his mind.  , the missing Yu Qingli, Xiao Xiang from Wufeng Valley, Yu Xi who was picked up by Sima Lingfeng, and even Chu Chunhong whose hatred is as deep as the sea.

    "If there are really such ifs, maybe the ending will be a little better." Yan Xichen thought silently in his heart, but there are not so many ifs in this world.

    The distance of 100 meters is only a matter of three or two steps for a person who is undoubtedly skilled. However, the handsome catcher walks unusually slowly. Every step he takes is like facing a choice between life and death. On one side is  His father's hatred and friendship on the other side constantly force him to do things he doesn't want to do.

    " However, when the road ends, although the handsome catcher's footsteps are very slow, it is only delayed for a few seconds. The insignificant distance of one hundred meters, no matter how slow it is, is only a moment's work.

    "Draw out the sword. Although it's not possible, I still hope you will try your best." Looking at Yan Xichen who was in a daze in front of him, the handsome catcher spoke out a voice with a hint of perseverance at the right time, trying to pull him away.  It passed quickly after I was pulled back from my wandering mind.

    Yan Xichen was startled for a moment, then came to his senses. The short time it took Shuai Baotou to walk a hundred meters seemed to him like a long, long time. It was so long that he couldn't extricate himself.

    Yu Qingli, Qin Xiaoxiang, Yu Xi, and even Chu Chunhong, wave after wave constantly disturbed his memory, confusing and painful, so that he was paralyzed and addicted. It was not until the sound of the handsome arrester's voice that he could get rid of it.  , without falling into the quagmire of this memory.

    "What are you still hesitating about? Draw your sword." The handsome catcher was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Yan Xichen still didn't respond, he once again reminded Yan Xichen who was a little confused.

    "Oh." Yan Xichen responded, staring at the handsome catcher with a smile, standing in the breeze of the morning breeze with his hands behind his hands, his loose robe clearly revealing his thin figure.

    "Why didn't you draw your sword? Could it be that Brother Yan underestimated me?" Seeing that Yan Xichen didn't draw his sword at all, the handsome catcher asked angrily.

    Yan Xichen smiled and shook his head without any explanation. The bones of his relatives were still cold, and he was so good at guarding their graves with a sword. This was why he wanted to lead the battle a hundred meters away. He didn't want to let anyone  The relatives who have just been buried are not disturbed, and they do not want to be drilled after walking away, so one hundred meters cannot be more or less.

    After being silent for half a stick of incense, the handsome catcher's anger subsided slightly. After calming down, he began to gradually understand Yan Xichen's approach. He buried his old friend in a new grave with white cloth.
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