Wei Wu respectfully untied the sword at his waist, presented it respectfully, and said respectfully: "The subordinate is Wei Wu." ”

"Brush", the cold light flashed, the man turned over, standing with a sword, a straight posture, a domineering momentum, a pair of peach blossom eyes condensed the murderous aura of the cold forest, the slightly messy black hair swaggered in the cold wind, he was lined with the glow behind him, and the horses galloped (cough, in fact, the two foals in the stable fell from the sky), like a decisive god of war descending from the sky.

Wei Wu looked at the heroic man in front of him in confusion, is this Zhao Shizi who yelled last night?

"This prince doesn't care if you are Wei Ji, this prince only knows that you are the black-hearted dogleg!" Before Wei Wu could figure it out, he felt a colorful shadow flash in front of him, and then there was a pain in the back of his neck, and with a "bang", he unknowingly crooked into the manger full of feed.

Zhao Yue snorted angrily and stepped on Wei Wu's ass twice, "Milk-milk, if it weren't for Lao Tzu being a little frightened last night, where would it be your turn to tie up Lao Tzu with this rabbit cub!" ”

After a long time, Zhao Yue finished exercising after eating, turned around and raised his breath, flew onto the roof, and ran straight to the slightly clean main courtyard.

Xiao Bai's black-hearted heart dislikes the hustle and bustle the most, presumably the banquet in front of him has been pushed to the master and a few junior brothers to deal with, this time he can't say that he is holding the little fox spirit in the clouds and mountains and the sea of fog! The more Zhao Yue thought about it, the more angry he became, and after a few moves under his feet, he landed in the quiet main courtyard.

"Xiaobai! Get out of here! Zhao Yue stood in the middle of the courtyard with his sword in his hand, shouting with full anger.

In the middle of the night, there was a "squeak", the door opened, and Xue Miao slowly walked out of the door.

Zhao Yue fixed his eyes and saw that he was wearing a moon-white middle coat, his skin was fairer than his clothes, like white snow in the sun, as if he was glowing with a pale and warm luster, making him look like a person carved from ice crystals, under the long eyelashes like the wings of a black phoenix, his dark eyes were dull, and his delicate lips were also tinged with a faint paleness.

Zhao Yue was even more angry when he saw it, isn't this just the appearance of being weak and overworked? Obviously, this black-hearted one makes the little fox brilliant-yang-supplement-yin!

"It seems that Wei Wu should go back to the General Administration of Internal Supervision to temper his life." Xue Miao slowly sat down at the stone table, the cool breeze swept by, and the corners of his snow-white clothes fluttered, like a white snow that was about to dissipate in the warm sun.

"Xiaobai! Today, the son of this world wants to avenge the little junior sister! Zhao Yue's misty peach blossom eyes condensed with cold anger, and this anger seemed to have converged into thousands of cold sword lights, which were about to tear the person in front of him to pieces.

"Zhao Yue, you and I have fought three hundred and sixty-one battles, except for the first one when you won, have you ever defeated me later? Have you thought about it this time? Xue Miao leisurely raised his slender and white hand, blocking the few rays of sunlight seeping out from behind the thick clouds.

"Humph! Even if this son fights for his life today, he will teach you a lesson for the little sister! Zhao Yue suddenly took out his sword.

"Slow," Xue Yi waved his hand lightly, a blurry smile rose on his lips, "Half an hour later, at the top of the back mountain, you and I will fight it out, and now, this king wants to go and appease the beauty first." ”

After that, Xue Xuan didn't wait for him to answer, got up and went back to the room by himself, and closed the door with a "bang".