A piercing scream that pierced the eardrums, an arrow with a sharp flame of iron arrow spun rapidly and shot through the air, poetic and picturesque and Qiqi were shocked, although Qiqi could fly but the old wound had not healed The combat effectiveness was extremely low, Shiruxiang put his arms around Qiqi's neck, swirling in the air, trying to dodge the galloping iron arrow, the fire was shining, the arrow grazed the air, ignited the flames, blazing fierce, the stormy waves were not enough to describe the mood of Shiruxiang at the moment, the body was low, and he just wanted to transmit the sound to make Qiqi retreat quickly, but the sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded behind him, The monstrous waves of fire swirled from behind, striking back and forth, and the arrow seemed to have spirituality, no matter how picturesque they dodged, the two iron arrows still chased after each other.

Poetry is furious, just out of the mountain of immortality is facing such a situation, I want to know that the person who has this arrow wants to take her life.

With all his strength, at the moment when Shiruhua wanted to fly up and attract the iron arrow so as not to accidentally injure Qiqi, the iron arrow in the rear suddenly launched a fierce attack, stabbing at Qiqi's ass with monstrous flames, 'roaring' Qiqi screamed, the arrow entered the flesh, and the flames violently scorched the muscles, making Qiqi feel unbearable pain, and he tumbled and fell in the air.

Poetry is picturesque in a panic, just want to reach out to grab the falling Qiqi, the iron arrow in front of him is like a violent wind, like a rainstorm, the fire is slamming, as if a colorful cloud makes the poetry instantly dazzled, the arrow into the body, 'poof' crisp sound, with the picturesque body spurting blood violently backwards, scattered in the air a rain of blood, pain into the heart, the arrow flame at a very fast speed to burn the delicate skin, emitting a burst of 'swish' flesh sound.

Shiruhua gritted his teeth, temporarily ignoring the poor Qi who fell to the ground, holding the handle of the arrow and wanting to pull it out, but he didn't expect the arrow to pierce into the flesh as if it was rooting and pulling out the bud to drill into the flesh, penetrating the back from the front chest, Shiruhua raised his head and screamed silently, "bang" The iron arrow was nailed into the trunk with the body, and the birds in the forest flew in shock, and there was a commotion.

Large swaths of blood slipped down the red ice silkworm snow silk robe, Shiru's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were black for a while, the pain of his heart twisted his body, his internal organs spasmed and convulsed, the whole person was nailed to the trunk and swayed from side to side, the torn wound was even more painful, the soul was about to be pulled out of the body, and the wound burned by the flames slowly spread, as if it was corroded, a little rotten and blackened.

Shiruhua felt that his body was about to run out of instinct, his head was dizzy, his whole body strength was drained little by little, and his hands and feet were spasming and trembling, this iron arrow was definitely not ordinary, and the arrow seemed to have something attached to it that absorbed the essence of mana.

In a daze, there was a sound of Suosuo's footsteps in the forest, and Shiruxiang wanted to open her eyes, but she still couldn't open them after trying hard for a long time, her eyes seemed to be sewn up, leaving only a little gap to sense the person standing in front of her.

"I thought that what a powerful woman was going to use the centrifugal arrows, but it turned out to be nothing more than that." The male voice sneered.

"Don't be careless, since the master used the centrifugal arrow to deal with this woman, she must have something extraordinary, we should bring her and the demon beast back as soon as possible to wait for the master's fate." Another male voice said indifferently.

"Kill her, save trouble."

"If you want to provoke your master's anger, you can try it."

"Okay, I'll just talk about it." Between the words, Shiruhua felt that she was pulled out of the trunk by them, pulling the wound when she pulled, she snorted in pain, the blood flowed more seriously, her eyes were black, and the pain in various organs in her body tightened, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"She's bleeding too much, will she die?"

"Can't die, it's okay."

Shiruhua was thrown into the canopy by them, and fell on a soft body, and the pain made her bared her teeth, and she could no longer support it and fainted.

I don't know how long it took, but she woke up and tried to open her eyes, and it was dark in front of her, and after a while she gradually got used to barely seeing the inside of the house.

She was confined to a side room, full of darkness, without a single light, surrounded by walls, except for a small square window above the wall, sealed with wooden planks, through which a not-so-bright light shone through the cracks.

The centrifugal arrow has been pulled out and drugged, and although it no longer bleeds, it is still in unbearable pain.

Gritting his teeth, he sat up reluctantly, leaned his back against the cold wall, took a deep breath to suppress the pain, the wound was still burning like a fire, and he tore off his clothes, and saw that the wound was black, and the medicine was covered on it, and there was a trace of coolness.

Shiruhua sighed, and looked around again, she was the only one in the entire wing, and Qiqi didn't know where she was imprisoned.

Everything happened so suddenly, until now, she couldn't believe that she was plotted so much, her heart sank, who was the mastermind behind the scenes?

The wooden door was kicked open from the outside to the inside, covering the eyes and blocking the sunlight from the outside.

A person stepped forward, stretched out his big hand and pulled Shiruhua's collar out, Shiruhua wanted to struggle, but found that he had no strength at all.

Frightened in his heart, his face was silent, the wound was torn very painfully, Shiruhua secretly gritted his teeth and held on, swearing in his heart that if he escaped by luck, he would not let these people go.

This is a manor, through the promenade, stone brick path, around the rockery rockery, to a pavilion shrouded in light yarn, poetic and picturesque was thrown into, poofed to the ground, around the light yarn seems to be infused with mana instantly closed, forming a closed space.

Shiruxiang raised her eyes, four maids on both sides were waiting, and about ten meters away in front of her stood a woman with her back to her, looking from behind, her figure was enchanting, her long hair was coiled behind her head, a phoenix golden hairpin was inserted in the middle, and a green skirt was spread in the wind.

The strange woman turned around slowly, but she was masked, revealing only a pair of eyes that were extremely soft and quietly looking at the picturesque.

Shiruhua stood up in pain, staring at each other with a cold face.

"At this point, you are still as tough as ever, worthy of being his woman."

Although the poetry is picturesque, she has a proud existence, raising her little face, her cold eyes flashed with bloodthirsty cold, the cold light is hidden under the mockery, like a calm lake instantly rolling monstrous waves, silent sneering, her smile is like a winter ice prismatic flower, cold and piercing.

"It's not good to be too stubborn at a young age, I don't kill you, but I have the heart to cherish your talents." The woman was enchanting, moving the lotus step lightly, Qiao Sheng walked up to her, stretched out two fingers to pinch her small and slender chin, and said coldly.

The poetry is picturesque and does not move, the calm eyes seem to eat people, and the snake eyes emit a faint black light.

There was a crisp sound of 'pop', and the five finger prints fell on Shiru's face, and the red marks were very deep, showing that this woman had used strength.

Blood dripped down the corners of his mouth, sticking out his tongue to lick away the blood, and his face was distorted, like a hideous and crazy beast.

The bewitching woman was stunned, and then sneered:

"Good courage, good guts." The five fingers clasped Shiru's injured shoulder, and the nails as sharp as the blades of knives pierced into the flesh, and the blood slowly slid down from the cracks in the nails, staining the shirt red.

The poetry was like a muffled snort, frowning tightly, hatred appeared in his eyes, and the heart-rending pain rushed into his body, and his delicate body trembled slightly.

"I have locked up your whole body mana, and I want to escape from this place is delusional, I will give you two ways out now, one is to become my person and work for me, and the other is to sell you into the Qinglou and serve people with your body, how about it, which one to choose?" The woman chuckled proudly, took the handkerchief handed by the maid and gently wiped the blood on her fingers, she wiped it very carefully and carefully, wiping them one by one, as if she was caressing her beloved things, and her eyes were very focused.

"What about the demon beasts that came out with me?" Poetic and picturesque, with consciousness coldly asked.

"Huh. It turns out that you are mute, I really can't imagine that the one who can enter his heart turns out to be a mute. The woman was surprised, faintly unwilling.

"Don't worry, the demon beast is very good, I won't treat it badly, after all, it is the four ancient fierce beasts, if I can make it surrender to me, I still have to thank you." The woman patted the wound on Shiruhua's shoulder, causing Shiruhua's body to shake a few times, staggering backwards, touching the maid behind her, and being pushed to the ground by her.

He had suffered such humiliation, poetry was picturesque, hatred penetrated into the bones, the anger rushing in his chest rolled like flames, and he was uncomfortable with grievance.

"Look at the way you look and choose the second one, okay, I'll fulfill you!" The woman waved her hand, and two maids came up and dragged Shiru out of the gazebo.

The light veils around closed again, and inside, a woman's faint sigh sounded:

"No wonder my sister tried her best to deal with her, this girl really has the same aura as his sister said, and can make him look at her differently."

Shiruhua was thrown into the carport by a palm, bumpy all the way without words, and when Shiruhua woke up again, it was already ten o'clock in the night, the room was silent, but the door was lively and extraordinary, and the voices were noisy.

Poetically gazing at the simply decorated wing, he didn't understand where he was for a while.

"Sister Xiang, the girl inside is awake."

"Oh, is it? Wait outside your door. With that, the door was pushed open, and a woman with heavy makeup came in, closed the door casually, walked to Shiru's side with a smile, and looked at her appearance and sighed.

"It's been a long time since Yuehai Pavilion has come to fresh goods, it's good today, girl, what's your name?" Sister Xiang kindly held the picturesque and cold little hand, and admired it.

This appearance is definitely sold at a sky-high price with a little decoration, and if there is no good girl in Yuehai Pavilion, she will definitely be compared to Xuehai Pavilion, and she will have to get out of Fengdu County in less than a month and be displaced.

Pulling out the small hand that was being held, he looked at the other party picturesquely, and understood that he was sold into the Qinglou by that woman, secretly operating his mana, and he couldn't even lift the slightest.

The poetry is picturesque and annoying, and I don't know what to do next, my mind is in vain, and I can't use the strong one, so I can only show weakness.

Sister Xiang was a little surprised when she saw that the poem was picturesque and did not squeak, and then she lowered her voice and exclaimed as if she wanted to understand something:

"You can't be dumb, are you?"

Shiruhua nodded obediently, and immediately pretended to be pitiful, the edge of his eyes was slightly red, but his eyes were still shining like that. Dripping and turning, each rotation radiates infinite grievances, infinite fog.

"Mother Peng, she dared to lie to me, and said that she had entered the pillars of the top, I went to her mother's house, took my money and didn't do anything, and saw that I didn't settle accounts with her." Sister Xiang scolded and left the house, leading the two maids to leave in a hurry, and the door was not closed.

Shirutu was overjoyed, hurriedly got out of bed, and just wanted to step out, but was blocked by two big men behind the door, staring at the bull's eye and signaling Shiruhua to go back to the house.

No wonder Sister Xiang left like this, it turned out that there were guards behind the door.

Discouraged, the poet sighed and walked around the room, the wound was still painful, the bleeding had stopped and dried up.

Reaching into her arms, the sachet is still there, and the red fruit is also there, presumably the woman didn't find it, Shiruhua pondered, the mana was sealed, even if she ate the red fruit, it was useless, it was wasted, and the remaining four fruits she still wanted to give to He Liyu, thinking of this, Shiruhua was a little worried, no, she must not be trapped here, she must find a way to get out.

If you can unlock the sealed mana, it's easy to get out of here.

In the hall of Yuehai Pavilion, life is boiling, men and women are supporting, noisy, drunk and dreaming of death, men and women are disheveled, smiling, and teasing.

The first floor was noisy and laughing, and the second floor was quiet and high-end, and a beaded curtain was torn apart.

The melodious sound of the piano rushed out like a tide, and the wonderful melody echoed over the audience.

A woman in a scarlet dance dress fluttered on the stage, her long hair was flying, her dancing posture was beautiful, the audience applauded warmly, but she was not noisy, the literati Moshi looked very polite, at least she maintained a gentleman's demeanor on her face.

The person who strokes the piano behind the light veil, bows his head, is silent, and his slender and flexible fingers float on the strings.

After the blue hair was draped over the shoulders, it was not combed up like other men, but scattered very casually, with a gray robe and a blue ribbon around the waist.

Dressed in an ordinary dress, an inconspicuous ordinary person, he doesn't enter the eyes of others at all!

The sound of the piano became clear and clear, like the clear water of a cold spring, flowing through the soft green algae and on the crystal gravel.

The sound of the piano, low and mournful, like a cry and complaint, is like an unfortunate street child telling his suffering.

The sound of the piano suddenly rushed like thunder and lightning, and suddenly it was like a gossamer, floating in the air, floating.

The dancers dance to the sound of the piano, gracefully flowing in crimson dance clothes, with feathers on their heads, long veils, and silver stalks on their bare feet, dancing to the beat.

She danced like a dream, and the joints of her body were as flexible as a snake, and she could writhe freely.

A shudder spread from the tips of her left fingers to her shoulders, and then from her shoulders to the tips of her right fingers, and the silver chuan on her hands and feet also vibrated with it, she was not deliberately pretentious at all, every movement was natural and smooth, like a white lotus out of water.

The people in the audience were stunned, fascinated, their eyes were straight, such a stunner, in their arms, wouldn't it be beautiful!

After the dance, the woman in the scarlet dance suit, the face covered with a veil bent over the bow, twisted her waist and was about to leave, how could the people in the audience let go of the opportunity, one by one around to deliberately please and flatter, the maids who followed around were also in a hurry, coquettish and coquettish, causing everyone to laugh, the woman in the scarlet dance dress covered her lips, shy, out of the corner of her eyes to catch a glimpse of the piano master leaving, anxious, her face remained unchanged, one by one she whispered soft comforts to get out, and hurriedly chased back.

The master holding the qin held the guqin in his arms and lowered his head, let the long blue hair attach to the side of his face, and walked to the back wing room on the second floor without hurry.

Step by step, he walked to the door of the two Han guards, his footsteps stopped slightly, the piano master had a side face, his blue hair crossed, revealing half of his face pale, his eyebrows were slightly upturned, his eyelashes were slender, his blue eyes flashed a pale light mist and then quickly disappeared, and his footsteps walked forward and no longer stayed.

The woman in the scarlet dance suit hurriedly chased after her, and when the two gatekeepers saw this, they laughed:

"Miss Moy, who are you chasing, chasing so quickly?"

Miss Moi paused, raised her willow eyebrows, hummed, and twisted her thin waist, which made the two men swallow and foam, and their hearts were itching:

"This is a new girl again, Sister Xiang is really evil." With that, he hurried forward.

The two men looked at each other, helpless, in this way, that is, the Moon Sea Pavilion Oiran Moi girl can say, and whoever says it will be severely beaten and confined and starved for two days and two nights.

Shiru, who was sitting quietly in the house, heard a voice outside the door, hurriedly got out of bed and opened the door, and saw two big men sighing, and in the corner in front of them, the scarlet dance clothes were hidden.

"Hey, little girl, what are you doing with the door open again?" A big man shouted viciously.

At this moment, Sister Xiang appeared again with the maid, seeing that the big man was very picturesque and powerful, she stepped forward and kicked it, the big man staggered and just wanted to get angry, seeing that Sister Xiang hurriedly put on a smiling face, half-bowed and nodded like a grandson.

Sister Xiang ignored it directly, stepped forward and affectionately took the picturesque little hand, with an amiable smile on her face, looking like I was very affectionate with you.

"Girl, it doesn't matter if you can't speak, as long as you can show your standing out in the Moon Sea Pavilion."

Shiruhua was very well-behaved, smiled shyly, quietly withdrew the hand that was being held, and carefully moved her body so that these people would not touch the shoulder wound.

"Oh, I'm still shy, what a cute little girl, okay, as long as you don't run, Sister Xiang, I will treat you very well, I will definitely not lose you, Qiuxiang Qiulan, you two stay and serve the girl, be careful of the wound on her shoulder, and, Qiuyue, go to the doctor and come over to show the girl." I have long found that the wound on Shiruhua's shoulder is not an ordinary injury, it seems to be injured by a sharp weapon, and I wonder in my heart that the girl in front of me is not an ordinary person, but when I think of Peng's mother's words, my hanging heart will be put down, a powerless little girl has offended the powerful, and it is good to be able to live, so why talk so much.

Seeing that Shiruxiang was very well-behaved, Sister Xiang smiled proudly, turned around and left the side room, and took away the two big men guarding the door by the way.

Downstairs singing and dancing sublimation, the second floor is quiet and noisy, poetic and picturesque lying on the bed tossing and turning is not able to sleep, suddenly, a figure flashed outside the door, the speed is very fast, poetic and picturesque startled, hurriedly sat up, at this moment, there was a commotion on the second floor, there seemed to be a woman crying, after a while, the noise was louder, poetry and painting got out of bed, opened the door to see Qiu Xiang and Qiu Lan also rushed to her room.

"Girl, come into the house, there is a flower thief."

The two of them pushed Shiruxiang into the house, closed the door tightly with their hands, and gasped.

The poetry is picturesque, the flower thief, could it be that the figure just now is the flower thief?

After tossing for a night, the Moon Sea Pavilion fell silent.

Shiruhua didn't sleep all night, and as soon as the day dawned, she got up and walked out of the wing, walking in the direction where the scarlet dance dress disappeared yesterday.

Behind the second floor is the residence of the pianist and other drum masters, a man wearing a gray robe with a blue ribbon around his waist holding the guqin walks towards him, his long blue hair is scattered at the side, he looks at him in amazement, pauses, his face is pale and handsome, the lines are soft, the face is a little thin, the cheekbones are slightly high, this is a face as clean and quiet as the full moon, the light blue eyes are quiet and indifferent, without a trace of popularity, just like a wax figure of a sculpture, no bit of life is full of dead air that makes the world lose color.

Obviously, the violin master did not expect Shiruhua to appear here, and after a little surprise, he left silently, Shiruhua looked back, looked at the man's back, and pondered in his heart