The housekeeper surnamed Qian led An Hongdou and the two into the manor.

Qiushui Mountain Manor is full of laurel forests, although there is no strange scenery of flowers flying in the sky, but it is also quiet and deep, and the fragrance is overflowing all the way to refresh people's hearts.

"The two of you will rest for a while, and the owner will arrive later. ”

"There's a housekeeper. ”

An Hongdou and Li Dian entered the hall and waited, and Steward Qian glanced at the incense burning incense on the incense table in the guest hall, and then retreated.

A moment later, two maids came with refreshments, and then quietly retreated.

The spacious and chic guest hall only looked at the two of them.

Tiannan architecture is different from other places, no matter the cornices, carved windows, wall tiles, decorations, all pay attention to a clever word. It is not as durable as the high walls and green tiles of Tiandong or Zhongzhou, but what you see is just right.

Look at the autumn water of An'an red beans, and admire it secretly.

When the mind returned here, the pretty nose smelled a faint fragrance, which was different from the laurel that came along the way, and this fragrance had an indescribable taste.

An Hongdou, dressed in red, looked curiously at the strange incense case, and frowned slightly.

Li Dian was one of the few early members of the Yan Ling Guard, and as the sharpest Night Spear in the Great Yan Empire, he had eyes as sharp as an eagle.

At the moment when An Hongdou frowned slightly, he realized the message secretly transmitted by the master mother and began to secretly hold his breath.

……

About 100 years old and the bright moon cicada of the year does not seem to be confused, it is the contemporary owner of Qiushui Villa.

He had always been extremely cautious, and he was not in a hurry to receive all the prey that had been sent into the tiger's mouth, he waited for a full stick of incense before slowly swallowing and changing into a slender green shirt, and appeared with the sword hand sword slave that had been carefully selected.

Mingyue Cicada appeared with more than 20 mountain villa masters.

The moment he appeared, he besieged An Hongdou and Li Dian in the hall with no way out.

The breeze floats in the laurel treetops.

Abruptly, it was like a murderous aura that should not appear in such a bright weather.

The blades in the villa are shining, and the sword light is cold.

The light was not dazzling in the walls and floors.

An Hongdou, who was as calm as ever, picked up the red robe with both hands and hung it behind him, the corners of his lips were curled, and his beautiful eyes seemed to be smiling: "Although the way of hospitality is different from north to south, An Hongdou has come and gone to the world to ask himself and see well, but he has never known this battle, what does the owner mean?"

The bright moon cicada who has the skill to accommodate is not only cautious, he is also a very exquisite person.

For example, the mood weather before the killing.

For example, if you need to bathe, change clothes, and fast for three days.

Even the auspicious days of the zodiac have to be carefully selected.

Coincidentally, today's weather is clear and the wind is harmonious, and before lifting the sword, he looked at Huang Liyi's killing, and the owner of the village, who was in a rare and excellent mood, finally changed this favorite robe on weekdays.

The sword in the hand of the bright moon cicada pointed diagonally at the ground.

He carried his left hand behind him.

The delicate green hosta holds up three thousand troubles, and the slender and straight figure resembles an elegant gentleman who is proficient in writing and swords.

"The owner of this village originally thought that the city lord of Fengxue Silver City was a rare hero in the world, but he never thought that he would have such a small belly. ”

A person walked out behind Mingyue Cicada.

It was An Hongdou who secretly followed him all the way, and he was also the unidentified person of another race.

It's just that at this moment, in the eyes of Mingyue Cicada, he is just an ordinary storyteller, a storyteller in distress.

Mingyue Cicada glanced at Mr. Storyteller: "Mr. Chang is a contemptible friend, and he just relies on his three-inch tongue to make a fool of himself on weekdays." Unintentionally said some little-known old stories about the Los Angeles City Lord, how could he provoke the Wind and Snow Silver City Lord's mother to chase herself to this point?"

"Today's grievances have entered my Qiushui Villa, and the bright moon cicada is not talented, and it is also bound to discuss the right and wrong with Fengxue Yincheng, and see if this holy hidden world for ten years is really the place where he Luo Changfeng said his word!"

An Hongdou, who has seven tricks in his heart, can hear it clearly.

The story is supposed to be that the storyteller, who is actually of a different race, made up a lie in order to find a place to take refuge and beg for the Autumnwater Villa to take him in.

In the lie, Mr. Storyteller plays the role of an innocent person who is hunted down and killed by unintentionally saying things that should not be said. And Fengxue Yincheng, especially her An Hongdou, is the villain in the lie.

The devil who kills people without blinking?

Or the minions of the Storm Silver City?

An Hongdou chuckled.

The smile is sweet, she is already sweet.

People will beware of criminals who are cautious and dress up with strange voices and evil faces, but they are rarely wary of playful ladies with sweet smiles and charming faces, especially a beautiful lady like An Hongdou.

So when she approached Mingyue Cicada, the owner of Qiushui Mountain Villa, step by step with a coquettish smile on her face, the latter was unexpectedly surprised.

He had already arranged in the hall the poison of camphor incense that could dissolve his cultivation.

Why is An Hongdou's sword still so fast?

Why didn't the poison enter the body?

Why is she safe?

Mingyue Cicada didn't have time to think too much, because An Hongdou's exquisite sword was already approaching him.

Who is An Hongdou?

Ten years ago, it was a Tianjiao pearl that was comparable to Kunlun Muyun Sword City, Eight Hundred Sects of Liancheng Jue, Emperor Fu Yi of Bodhi Academy, and Emperor Wu Tears of the Emperor League.

Ten years ago, she was a spiritual realm cultivator, ranking in the heavens.

Ten years later, the Linglong Sword has been destroyed!

A sword of the Venerable of the Transformation Tribulation Realm, an abrupt and defenseless sword, even if the Bright Moon Cicada is the lord of the Four Great Mountain Villas Qiushui Villa, how can he stop it?

But he still got in the way.

He didn't want to die.

No one wants to die unnoticed, not to mention that he is here to kill people today!

The bright moon cicada hand swept the Mid-Autumn Water Sword.

The countless sword brilliance in front of him was cut off by the sword of the broken autumn water.

When his sword momentum was gone and could not be recovered, he suddenly realized that An Hongdou's sword was actually the first to come!

After he took out his sword to block.

He had misjudged the sword.

The light of the exquisite sword slashed across his chest, and the green shirt on the chest of the bright moon cicada was shattered, like flowers flying down into the sky.

An Hongdou put away his sword and stood up, and said sure enough.

Looking at the tattoo totem on his chest after Mingyue Cicada's clothes were shattered, Li Dian also suddenly realized.

The owner of this Qiushui Mountain Villa is actually a foreign race!

Judging from the physical appearance, the alien race is no different from the human race.

But this does not mean that the aliens who have blended into this realm can hide forever.

Because whether it is the troubled catastrophe 10,000 years ago or today, 10,000 years later, all people of different races who have entered the realm have something in common.

That's the chest tattoo totem.

An Hongdou looked at the owner of Qiushui Mountain Villa who was revealed with a smile: "You are not the bright moon cicada!"

Li Dian was surprised.

The one-word storyteller was full of fun.

The owner of Qiushui Mountain Villa simply tore off his shirt, exposed the totem that represented pride, and laughed instead of anger: "Of course I'm not a bright moon cicada!"

An Hongdou continued: "You are not from Qiushui Villa either. ”

"Naturally, we are not from the lodge. ”

"You are of a different race. ”

Mingyue Cicada laughed.

More than 20 masters behind him tore off their shirts one after another, revealing totemic tattoos.

The famous storyteller stepped forward slowly and seemed to smile: "Since you know, you still want to come to die?"

In fact, from beginning to end, this is a game, a game of revenge carefully arranged by the alien race.

A few years ago, Luo Changfeng slaughtered more than 70 foreign powerhouses with a sword on the bank of Weishui, which made Luo Changfeng famous all over the world. And in the high-level decision-making of the alien race, how can they swallow their anger and treat it as nothing?

So Chang single-handedly planned this game.

He caught the beloved disciple Liu Thirteen, the city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City.

He also attacked the east and west, luring An Hongdou to run thousands of miles here, so that he could not return to help.

He wants to cut off Luo Changfeng's right arm, and then the alien army will devour the Wind and Snow Silver City.