Zhao Yue scratched his head, always feeling that something was wrong, but his head was carved from elm pimples, so naturally he couldn't think of it, so he snorted angrily, and then flew to the stove with his anger, ready to eat the remaining half of the oil chicken, so as to cope with the big battle half an hour later.

In the room, Xue Yi held on to the window frame, quietly looking at Zhao Yue's distant back, a blood mark meandered like a stream, slowly spreading out from the corner of his mouth, he pulled the handkerchief disapprovingly, erasing the red blood, "Heh, Zhao Yue, I have to win this scene today!" ”

【Lady Show Coming】

The pines were covered with snow, the mountains were dyed white, and in a world of ice and snow glass, Zhao Yue and Xue Yi were facing each other with swords, and there was a murderous aura floating in the quiet air.

"Xiaobai, we have known each other for eleven years, although you have a strange temper and love to hold grudges, but after all, you are a person who values love and righteousness, what happened this time? But that little vixen grabbed you and tried to coerce you into marrying her? "Just now, Zhao Yue gnawed two chicken bones, and suddenly opened his mind, Xue Yi has been in love with the little junior sister for many years, and this behavior is really unreasonable.

"Zhao Yue, don't say more! You disturbed the flower candles in the cave room of this king, if this king spared you, wouldn't he be sorry for this king's bride? As he spoke, Xue Yu's long sword shook and stabbed straight into Zhao Yue's heart.

Zhao Yue hurriedly condensed, crossed the sword, "dang-" The slight sound made by the blades of the sword was like an endless ghost whisper, echoing faintly among the white mountains.

In the twilight shadow, the flying white robe horns are like a white butterfly dancing on the snow, elegant but sad.

The sun behind the heavy clouds and shadows slowly gathered the last trace of warmth, and the sky seemed to be dyed with thick ink, containing a trace of gloomy meaning, and after a while, one, two, and snow-white catkins like twilight spring fluttered quietly fell on the shoulders of the two people who were fighting fiercely.

Gradually, gradually, the snowflakes seemed to weigh a thousand catties, pressing on the wings of the white jade butterfly, curbing his fluttering and light posture.

Zhao Yue was overjoyed in his heart, and struck Xue Yi directly at the heart, hum, the little fox spirit's picking-yang-supplement-yin great law is really powerful, look at him! Just this moment, there is a feeling of physical exhaustion!

Xue Yi tapped lightly at his feet and avoided sideways, but the weakness of his body still slowed down his movements, and the sudden pain in his left shoulder made his left hand holding the sword tremble, and he almost didn't hold the hilt of the sword.

Zhao Yue coldly retracted his sword, and a drop of bright red blood rolled from the tip of the sword into the white snow, and a bewitching red plum seemed to bloom on the white snow.

In the past eleven years, he has had countless beautiful dreams of defeating Xue Xuan, in the dream, Xue Xuan was covered in blood and prostrate at his feet, begging for mercy, and he laughed happily and comfortably, and every time he would wake up laughing from such a dream.

But now, he really defeated Xue Yi, but he didn't have the excitement and happiness he expected in his heart, the slightest strand of amazement was like a tangled silk thread, tightly binding his heart, making him a little breathless, he glanced at the red-dyed snow indifferently, and forced a calm voice: "Xiaobai, I won the three hundred and sixty-second game." ”

Xue Xuan didn't seem to take the victory or defeat to heart, "Zhao Yue, you are always reckless, and you can't hold back your words, I didn't want you to know......"

His brainless words made Zhao Yue very puzzled.