"Well, it's reasonable." Feng Yuanyi nodded, his feet did not speed up, and he still moved forward slowly.

His hands kept rubbing against the hilt of the knife, as if he was curious: "But I can't see this feeling from you."

Seeing Feng Yuanyi looking at him with strange eyes, afraid that Feng Yuanyi would see through his tricks, Guo Xiaojiu waved his hand quickly: "Maybe I am the second type of person. Since I am about to die, why do you still die without dying? Just die. People will die. But I die in front of you, you die behind me, that's all."

Seeing Feng Yuanyi still feeling a little suspicious, Guo Xiaojiu added again: "Besides, that good man in the world will make him die in a frustrated manner, that will make him die in a state of great pain and ease."

As if you heard this kind of remark for the first time, Feng Yuanyi's face turned out to be a bit strange: "I didn't expect that at such a young age, I could see it more thoroughly than I did. Unfortunately, you did what you shouldn't do and offended someone you shouldn't offend."

Without taking Feng Yuanyi's words again, there was already a blood groove on the sword, covering half of the blade, and Feng Yuanyi was also halfway through, Guo Xiaojiu was not very anxious.

However, he had to make a good gesture, so he took off his wine bag and started drinking.

"Before death, you have to drink enough wine, and you can't be a starving ghost." Guo Xiaojiu smiled: "Feng Yuanyi, I wonder if you have ever tasted good wine."

Hearing Guo Xiaojiu's words, Feng Yuanyi thought for a moment, frowned, and thought about the past in his mind: "I only drank the grape wine from Hedong Road."

"That won't work. You have to drink strong wine. That's the most intense and strongest wine in the entire Tang Dynasty. Otherwise, you're a hero in the world." Guo Xiaojiu's eyes deliberately pretended to be a bit contemptuous.

Of course, Feng Yuanyi held it in his eyes. His brows frowned a little tighter. His hand, which was held on the hilt of the knife, did not continue to rub it, and even his breathing became extremely stable.

"Why are you not talking?" Guo Xiaojiu asked with his head tilted.

"I don't say anything but a long sentence." Feng Yuanyi did not continue to give Guo Xiaojiu a good look, which was ridiculous and sad. Feng Yuanyi didn't know in his heart whether he was a hero in the world?

He was still thinking about what Guo Xiaojiu said just now, but he was already close to Guo Xiaojiu's three steps ahead. He shook his head gently. Feng Yuanyi abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart. He looked deep in his eyes and looked at Guo Xiaojiu's eyes: "What else do you have to say?"

"Yes." Guo Xiaojiu patted her thigh gently: "If you meet Han Changli, tell him that there are only a few good women in this world, let him start quickly and stop picking. By then, they will become other people's women."

"If I meet Li Sanpang, remember to tell him that I will pay it back to him in the future. I don't owe him anything, it's what Han Changli owes him."

"If you meet Zhou Ziheng, this kid is the prince of Luoyang, just tell him that I owe him money and ask him to come to the Imperial Capital to ask Li Sanpang for it."

"If I see my little sister, I will not dare to say anything nonsense with her. If she goes crazy, no one in your imperial city will stand it."

"If I see Ning Buer, I don't like to listen to your nagging. Just say, there is another person named Guo Xiaojiu who is muttering her in his heart."

Guo Xiaojiu paused for a moment, and he raised his head to Feng Yuanyi, as if he was unwilling to accept it: "I'm all the truth. If I really die, you have to promise me and tell them."

"I can promise you that after you die, this will spread throughout the great Tang Dynasty." Feng Yuanyi waved his hand gently, but it was already a scimitar unsheathed.

Guo Xiaojiu nodded with a smile. Feng Yuanyi was still two steps away from him. He raised his wine bag and sipped it into his stomach. He threw it at the distant street and fell on the ground. The wine spilled all over the floor.

He slowly stood up and opened his lips: "I have some more words to say to you. All the words to you are talking to you are here."

As he said that, Guo Xiaojiu lifted up the sword, and the blade was covered with blood.

Feng Yuanyi, who was still a little confused, still didn't quite understand what Guo Xiaojiu said in the end, but saw Guo Xiaojiu's entire aura rising in an instant and soaring into the sky.

The sabre boy was covered in blood at this time and stood under the imperial city. There was no sun in the sky, but it still shone on the sabre in his hand.

The sword blade revealed a circle of strange and strange patterns, starting from the top of the blade, spreading and hovering until Guo Xiaojiu's entire arm became part of the blade.

"I still have something to say to the entire Tang Dynasty, Guo Xiaojiu, if I really die, I will die as much as possible, and I will die without regrets!"

"You,..." Seeing this scene, Feng Yuanyi actually stopped his steps and stopped moving forward. His breath could not completely suppress Guo Xiaojiu, and he didn't know how to evaluate Guo Xiaojiu's behavior at this time.

"Feng Yuanyi, Duke Feng, I, Guo Xiaojiu, will fight you to death today." Guo Xiaojiu raised his sword, then used his sword and slashed at Feng Yuanyi.

Above the sky, dark clouds spread throughout the sky in an instant. Guo Xiaojiu had the ambition to die, but the sky was still unwilling.

Then how could Guo Xiaojiu be willing to do it? He only tried his best to compete with him, Feng Yuanyi. Before that, even if Guo Xiaojiu shrunk his head, it was not as much as Feng Yuanyi.

At this time, he and Feng Yuanyi were at the same height, between heaven and earth.

Feng Yuanyi did not look negligent, nor did he relax at all. His scimitar was in his hand, and he did not take a defensive moment, but he also used a knife. He believed that only by using a knife could he deserve Guo Xiaojiu's dedication to death at this time.

Even Feng Yuanyi forced Guo Xiaojiu to such a dead end, Feng Yuanyi felt guilty, and I think Guo Xiaojiu must have no regrets in his heart.

Two blades confronted each other between heaven and earth, and under the entire imperial city, there was a surging undercurrent.

It seemed like there were tall magical golems standing tall under the city. Seven or eight muffled thunders exploded, and there were dry bones that met spring, turning into mountains and towering upwards, penetrated into the sky.

A cold wind blows, charming heartstrings, making people sink into despair, not knowing the scene at this time.

In an instant, two dazzling swords passed away.

Under the imperial city, everything returned to silence, without tall golems, and without dead bones.

The two stood at both ends of the imperial city, looking at each other from afar.

The young man with a sword leaned the sword on the ground and forced his body to support him. He was bleeding all over his body, and it was not the case at all times.

There was still a smile on his face. He looked at the other end of the imperial city, feeling that this was a hurrying life, but fortunately he lived a free and easy life.

For some reason, Guo Xiaojiu fell into deep thought. He remembered the old man who died in the battle with Yu Fengyi in the thousands of miles of yellow sand. He thought that this was the only thing he had in his mood at that time.

His hand left the sword and did not look at Feng Yuanyi anymore. His body fell backwards, exactly the same as the old man.

The only person who wants to die has seen Zhang Jiming in his life, and he admires Zhang Jiming's ambition to die the most.

Now, in the Imperial Capital, outside the Imperial City, it was his turn to Guo Xiaojiu to die, so he was about to die, and he died so happily.

"I promise you that you will tell the world that everyone in the great Tang Dynasty knows what you want to say." Feng Yuanyi put away his sword, and his palm gently stroked his face, and a knife mark that was not very deep was imprinted on his cheek.

As a eunuch, Feng Yuanyi would naturally not be angry as a business that was not a person who made a living by his face. Even if Guo Xiaojiu was not killed by him today, he would definitely die.

He withdrew his gaze and prepared to return to the imperial city. Since Guo Xiaojiu is dead, today's affairs can be said to be an explanation.

Above the sky, dark clouds dissipate, and a ray of glow appears in this dusk, leading from this end of the sky to the other end of the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw someone coming in the rays of light.

The visitor was a middle-aged man in white robe. There was a goatee on his jaw, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

The middle-aged man came outside the imperial city and stood beside Guo Xiaojiu, and the sunlight was also attracted outside the imperial city.

The middle-aged man squatted down, raised his hand and pressed it on Guo Xiaojiu's forehead, and the sun shone on the middle-aged man's fingers, and flowed backwards into Guo Xiaojiu's body along his fingers.

As the sunlight entered his body, Guo Xiaojiu became crystal clear. He no longer had consciousness, but he thought he should not have died yet.
Chapter completed!