Infected with the blood-red light veil flying all over the sky, Fu Liluo closed his eyes tightly and fell straight, and the corners of his pale lips pulled a weak smile...

How could she, Fu Liluo, be so unlucky! Did God help the wicked to destroy her?

Coincidentally, she is not the one who admits defeat easily!

Suddenly opened her eyes like water, exerted the strength of her whole body, lightly cushioned her toes slowly and calmly fell to the ground, the cold wind blew her like satin and green silk, her fingertips were slightly together, and she fell lightly on the bluestone pier.

I can't tell that she is exhausted and is about to lose her support!

The eyes of the stars were like swords, vigilantly staring at the floating black-clothed skirt in front of him, just when a lightning bolt broke through the sky and fell, Fu Liluo suddenly jumped up, holding a fierce and cold sword, slashing forward like fire, and with a mournful wail, a corpse fell to the ground like a stake...

Looking at the tragic corpses of his companions, the scar man was shocked, and he stretched his eyes wide to look at the innocent girl who was half-crouching and gasping in disbelief.

She brushed the sweaty green silk between her temples, and her demeanor was elegant and leisurely, as if the fierce woman just now was not her!

Only the red tear mole on the corner of the eye shone brightly, like a cold glow!

Fu Liluo hid the sneer at the corner of his lips, bit his pale lips coldly, stroked his heart, and stood calmly with his sword.

The pavilion corner tower stands in the drizzly and obscene night, the wooden eaves corner, squeaked by the cold wind, Fu Liluo stood in the corner tower corridor and looked around, and saw a dark bottomless abyss.

"If you are not afraid of death, come up.." The lonely and cold voice sounded, Fu Li Luo stared straight at the scar man who was hooking his head and shrinking his head, it seemed that Yuwen Jingyi's Black Eagle guard was nothing more than that!

The strong cold wind blew her plain white dress and danced wildly, as if it might envelop her away at any time, Fu Liluo was not afraid at all, stroked her stinging waist and abdomen with her bare hands, and stared at the empty darkness in front of her.

The scar man carefully probed Fu Liluo's every move, and the long knife he was holding did not move...

"Da... Da.. Da.."

The sound of horses' hooves in the alley ahead became clearer and clearer.

glanced at the alley under the acacia tree, shook off the black robe, and quietly climbed into the small slope building in the north...

Before the two horsemen and horses could get close, Fu Liluo only felt a chill all over his body, curled up and slowly leaned on the handrail of the corridor, sleepy as if he had drained the last trace of strength.

"Xi'er.." Dou Xiaoyang turned over and dismounted, hugged the beautiful girl in front of him with both hands, picked up her thin hand hanging down her waist and kissed it lightly. How did you get hurt so badly?"

Dou Xiaoyang untied the ink-colored Daxiao and wrapped her petite body tightly, rubbed her pale cheeks with a cyan skin, and a mouthful of silver teeth was about to be crushed: "Xi'er... No matter who hurts you, I'm bound to be with him!"

Or feeling the man's warm heartbeat, Fu Liluo gently lifted his heavy eyelids, and whispered like a fly: "Dou Xiao.. Jan, is that you?"

On that day, she said so many heavy words in order to let him see his true heart!

But how can her own sincerity ever be insightful!

She only knew that in the past few days of separation from him, she had been thinking about him all the time.

It doesn't matter if he loves Gu Xi or Fu Liluo, she doesn't want to care, as long as he stays by her side, this is enough!

"Xi'er, it's me.." Dou Xiaoyang half-knelt in front of her, wiping the slippery cheeks with his coarse fingertips, and his phoenix eyes were as deep as an ancient well: "Xi'er, I'm sorry, I'm late." Slowly lowering his head, Dou Xiaoyang kissed her small nose with a chapped lip, and the breath was revealed, and a trace of pity overflowed the entire eye socket.

Fu Liluo grabbed his sleeve tightly, a shallow pear vortex appeared at the corner of his lips, his chin groaned, and he fell asleep again...

"Xi'er.." Dou Xiaoyang picked her up and ran towards the corridor, his handsome face was wrinkled, and cold sweat came out of his sideburns: "Xi'er.. Don't scare me, hold on!"

The cold eyes swept over the stumps and broken bones on the ground, and commanded Jintong behind him: "After finding out their identities, let's set them on fire!"

Jintong looked at the severed limbs of the corpses on the damp ground, and nodded his lips.

Dou Xiaoyang held the girl with disordered breath in his arms and galloped out of the alley...

The rain is like silk, and the raindrops are gradually woven into a curtain in the hazy and dim sky, clasping the treasure in his arms, and Dou Xiao is gone...

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The General's Mansion, the vestibule is brightly lit, and the Luohua Palace lamp on the agarwood incense case, the light yellow halo refracted by it, hit the couch thinly, and the face of the girl with a disastrous face is as if she has picked up wax.

An old man with a white beard was checking the girl's pulse through the ginger curtain, and the red silk thread was tightly tied to her jade-like wrist, and the corners of the old man's forehead gradually wrinkled into a dark cloud.

"Imperial Doctor Hong, how is she?" Dou Xiaoyang kept a calm face and looked at the old man with a gloomy face: "She has been poisoned?"

The eyes of the girl in the veil were closed, the blood on her palm-sized face was gone, and the night breeze blew in from the carved window lattice, rolling up the curtains hooked next to the bed, and the girl's long eyelashes like butterfly wings moved slightly.

Imperial Physician Hong stroked his beard and groaned for a moment, poured out a few packets of medicine silk from the medicine box, and respectfully waved at Dou Xiaoyang: "This girl is the rumored bone erosion powder in the rivers and lakes, and the old man came in a hurry, and only brought some saffron and mango needles closely." He handed the medicine bag to the medicine boy, and said in a deep voice: "Quickly take these medicines and fry them, and feed her to eat." ”

"Eroding bones?" Dou Xiaoyang raised his eyebrows coldly, and hurriedly instructed the grandmother next to him to take the medicine boy to decoction the medicine, and leaned sideways against the mahogany bedpost, with a pair of eyebrows and eyes deep and bottomless: "Such a despicable trick, is there someone who makes it!"

Eroding Bone Scatter is also known as "Cartilage Scatter", the dogs and rats on the rivers and lakes are most accustomed to such tricks, no matter who it is, even if the martial arts are world-famous, if you encounter this Eroding Bone Scatter, in the absence of an antidote, I am afraid that the whole body martial arts will be lost, no matter how strange his bones are, within a few days, it will hurt into the bone marrow, and it is better to die than to die!

Through the light veil, Dou Xiao raised his sword eyebrows tightly, and looked at the people on the couch with both hands...

"That saffron and mango needles can detoxify the poison that eats away at the bones?" Dou Xiaoyang pulled over the soft chair beside him and sat down, his cyan face tightly twisted.

Imperial Physician Hong wrapped the slender and smooth wrist with a white silk cloth, pinched out a few silver needles the length of bamboo chopsticks from the wooden medicine box, and pierced them towards the wrist wrapped in silk cloth: "This saffron and mango needle can only bind the meridians in her body, and prevent the poisonous gas from flowing everywhere in her body." After that, he sighed, and then said: "If you want to cure the poison of the eroding bones, I am afraid that the only way to cure the poison of the eroded bones is to find the golden cinnamon, boil it with the rhizome buried deep in the ground, and drink two doses of primrose leaves, and the poison of the eroding bones will be dispersed one by one." ”

"Shuangrui Golden Cinnamon?"

Dou Xiaoyang's bony fingers, rubbing the edge of the celadon glazed teacup, narrowing his eyebrows and thinking to himself, the corner tower is remote to the east of the hillside, next to the tomb of the girl who died early, isn't there a few double stamen golden cinnamon that he painstakingly transplanted!

It seems that the deceased pure girl has an inseparable fate with Gu Xi!

Imperial Physician Hong shrank his shoulders and stood towards the colorful screen on the right: "At this time, the Shuangrui Golden Cinnamon is moist and juicy, if you use its rhizome to medicate, it is excellent." ”

While talking, Mama Yang and the little medicine boy paced in with the soup box, Dou Xiaoyang ordered Mama Yang to take care of her, and the unconscious girl on the couch led Imperial Doctor Hong out.

arranged a lot of matters, Dou Xiaoyang wrapped the dark coat on his shoulders, and broke into the rain curtain alone...

Outside the court, the rain curtain was pouring down, and the rain curtain that was as dense as a weaving net was fast, knocking on the newly sprouted branches in the court, and occasionally one or two squeaks, and the new branches of the acacia tree were crushed and broken, and the new stamens were red, invading the deep and shallow small puddles.

"Xi'er, I'll definitely let you be okay. Dou Xiaoyang's heart trembled slightly, and he glanced at the lit wing room a few times, his deep eyes flashed softly, and he was about to indulge in the corner tower on his body...

But suddenly I heard a delicate shout...

"Brother..."The flower hall is full of colorful glass, the door of the hall is half-closed, the crystal curtain is rattling, a slender figure is shaking, and within a moment, the young girl in the pink skirt and hair walked out...

The person who came was Dou Yuan, the young lady of the General's Mansion, she stood sideways under the pear wood columns, the corners of the light gauze skirt were swept by the night wind, Dou Yuan smiled indifferently, and there was an impenetrable gloom on her face: "Where is my brother going so late?"

The man in the dark clothes at the doorway was stunned, but he didn't look back, his eyes were as dark as a deep dry well, and he shook off his robe and slightly lifted his toes to hit the small corner tower...

Looking at the direction in which the man disappeared, Dou Yuan's beautiful eyes seemed to be sharp, he bit his lip tightly, and suddenly turned his head to stare at the brightly lit Hua Room with hatred, half a sound, Fang lost his mind and reached out to catch the raindrops the size of beans, his eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of mist, and his voice had an obvious trill: "That... Then Miss Gu is so heavy, why did she let you go out in such a heavy rain..."

Why did Dou Xiaoyang go out Dou Yuan's heart was like a mirror, since three o'clock, she watched him rush into the house soaking wet, and she noticed the girl tightly wrapped in his arms, the person was motionless against his broad chest, and his entire eyebrows and eyes were gloomy...

Even if she couldn't see the girl's face clearly, Dou Yuan could guess who that person was!

The cold wind mixed with the disturbing wetness came to the face, and Dou Yuan was cold, as if someone had poured a plate of cold water.

"Gu Xi. You don't want to take my brother away!" Dou Yuan held his head high, his white and tender face was coated with layers of frost, raised his hand to break the crystal bead curtain on his side, and searched the inner room with venom-like eyes...

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In the wing room, the girl in the tulle curtain, the curled eyelashes moved slightly, the pea-like eyelids opened a pair of misty eyes, Fu Li Luo looked at the ink-colored Yingluo pendant on her head fixedly, only felt that her whole body was swollen and weak, and she whispered in a hoarse voice: "Water... water..."

What came to my ears was a rough panting, and not even a complete note was heard...