It was night, the crescent moon was like a hook, the nebula in the sky was black and about to sink, the sea outside the window was rising wave after wave, and the tide was lapping the shore, bringing a strong smell of the sea.

Shen Yuheng thought that a person like Wangxia would not be interested in anything, but it turned out that the heart was only because he had not found the flame that would be enough to rekindle his life.

The young man's thin body stood in front of her bed like a dry bone, blocking the white moonlight.

"Apricot eyes. Wangxia covered half of Shen Yuheng's cheek with one palm, and then Shen Yuheng heard his hoarse voice.

Wang Xia's hand was unexpectedly soft, which was extremely inconsistent with his whole person.

Quiescence. Silent. The breathing sounds seem to be clearly audible.

Shen Yuheng was lying on the bed, his eyes not blinking.

She could feel that Wangxia had no ill intentions.

Or that she didn't deserve his malice.

Because he could pinch her to death with just one finger.

"I used to have a sword. ”

"His name is Long You. ”

"I used to have a master. ”

"His name is Zhanlu. ”

"I used to have a name. ”

Wangxia said flatly, without a trace of ups and downs in his tone, as if he was not talking about himself, but someone else's story.

"Zhanlu. Shen Yuheng suddenly picked up what he didn't have time to say.

"You want to say that you are the master of Zhanlu Peak, right?" Sighing, Shen Yuheng sat up with his body propped up, smiling like a flower.

She is the descendant disciple of Taihao Zhenren, but she is not the person who will attack the name of Zhanlu in the future, although the name of Taihao Zhenren is now the master of Zhanlu Peak, but she did not attack the name of Zhanlu, and Zhanlu Sword has disappeared since the previous Zhanlu Peak Lord disappeared.

He was waiting for the peak master of Zhanlu Peak to come back.

Wait for the person who really attacked Zhanlu's name to come back.

Wangxia has a long sword hanging from his waist, the long sword is unsheathed, and the blade is not sharp in the moonlight, but a jade-like warmth.

Zhanlu sword, the sword of benevolence, and the people who can hold this sword are all rare benevolent people in the world.

Wangxia's identity is about to come out-

The peak master of Zhanlu Peak, who has been missing for many years, the senior brother of Taihao Zhenren, and the uncle of Shen Yuheng - He Zhanlu.

"But I can't believe you, even if you are really Uncle Zhanlu, I can't believe you. Shen Yuheng pinned his scattered hair behind his ears, smiled gently, but also resolutely expressed his thoughts.

Now she can only believe in herself, and no matter who comes, she can't fully believe it.

He Zhanlu pursed his lips.

"I don't need you to trust me. ”

Before the words fell, he pulled out the Zhanlu sword hanging from his waist, but the blade was facing himself, and the hilt was facing Shen Yuheng.

"He's yours until you find the wind and the clouds. ”

Shen Yuheng was stunned for a moment, and his hand that had not yet been put down was hanging in the air, not knowing how to react.

Why did you give her the Zhanlu Sword?

Who is the wind and clouds?

Pressed Shen Yuheng's hand frozen in mid-air, and then put the hilt of the sword into Shen Yuheng's palm, He Zhanlu clenched Shen Yuheng's fingers one by one.

His gaze was still empty, but the whole person was a little more vivid.

The nebula gradually covered the moonlight, and without the illumination of the moonlight, He Zhanlu's face became more and more blurred, and the expression on his face was not clear.

"Goodbye. He said, and then his figure turned, and he disappeared into the night.

Shen Yuheng held the Zhanlu Sword in a daze, his mind was chaotic, and the situation that was not very clear became even more chaotic, and for today's plan, it seems that he can only take one step at a time.

He Zhanlu came in the middle of the night and didn't make Shen Yuheng insomnia or anything else, and soon after he left, Shen Yuheng fell asleep again.

The next day, the first thing Shen Yuheng saw was still Bai Jing's face, he was holding a bunch of grilled fish in his arms, sitting cross-legged on the windowsill, chewing fish meat in his mouth, throwing a pile of fish bones at his feet, and his two weapons made of fish bones were also thrown at his feet, mixed with those fish bones.

"Lady, let's elope!" Bai Jing gritted his teeth, and a narrow wound on his face was torn open, dripping blood down his cheek.

"What's wrong with you, you're so badly injured?" Shen Yuheng had always slept in his clothes, and directly lifted the quilt and sat up, frowning at the large and small wounds on Bai Jing's body.

There were many wounds on Bai Jing's body, a deep wound on his arm that could be seen in the bones extended to the placket of his clothes, and his silver power suit was also dyed red and black.

"Lady, let's elope!" repeating it again, Bai Jing stretched out his hand to pick up the bloody fishbone weapon, jumped down and grabbed Shen Yuheng's hand, looking extremely serious.

Bai Jing has never been stupid, on the contrary, his intelligence is better than most people, but he has always been stubborn and a little naïve, so he doesn't seem to be very smart.

He knew what it meant to have no attitude towards Shen Yuheng.

But knowing doesn't mean he can accept it.

Bai Jing remembered that he had a quarrel with Wuda in the morning, and he overturned the bookshelf, and fought with Wuda again, and finally broke up unhappily.

The palms and backs of his hands are full of meat, and he can't give up any of them.

"Why?" Shen Yuheng was puzzled.

She wanted to leave, thinking like crazy, but this didn't mean that she would take the liberty of following Bai Jing to the so-called "elopement".

"Oh, lady, you talk a lot, of course it's because I haven't played it because of elopement!" Bai Jing smiled with a pure face, and dragged Shen Yuheng out of the window, and before they could land, the thatched house behind them collapsed.

The dust flew up, and Shen Yuheng, who was choking, coughed.

Bai Jing was still dragging a fishtail behind him, rustling across the sand, the wound on the fishtail was bleeding, and a bright red crooked mark was imprinted on the sand.

But he didn't care about hiding the traces, and his two long legs ran fast towards the calm blue sea.

He couldn't give up either side, but he still chose Shen Yuheng, maybe just because......

Here, Shen Yuheng only has him.

But nothing, but he has everything, even if there is one less Bai Jing, his life will not be affected in any way.

***

The water is murmuring, and the lilac stream seems to be embedded in the middle of the wooden floor, flowing slowly.

The dark robe slowly fell off, revealing his thin back, and the black totem spread from the back of his neck all the way to his waist, and finally cut off by his pants.

The slender fingers tugged at the back of his head, and the purple mask fell along the way, and happened to fall into the stream, splashing a splash and landing on his toes, a cold piece.

The yellowed ancient mirror reflects the face of the youth, vague but clear.

Half of it is a blank piece, but it suddenly splits into two distinct halves at the tip of the beauty.

The other half is a normal face.

The fair skin can be blown and broken, there is no flesh on the face but it is not thin, the lips are a natural pink color, that face is not the top on a woman, it is also beautiful and refined, but it is not feminine at all on a man, but it does not appear to be any aggressive, and it is easy to get the favor of others.

He blinked, and so did the man in the mirror.

It was a pair of almond eyes.

The apricot eyes are exactly the same as Shen Yuheng, and even the curvature of the corners of the eyes is exactly the same. (To be continued.) )