The rising sun. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ended last night's darkness.

Hua Xiaojian yawned and followed Gongzi Xuan's steps. Leading the horse, he lazily climbed on the horse's back. A listless look.

Gongzi Xuan handed the silver to the groom and thanked him. Then he rode away.

Outside the city, the grass wormwood. The breeze carries the freshness of the earth

This is the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

A wisp of vitality stretches out in the fields.

The willows on the embankment have drawn out new green.

Streaks adorn the scenery outside the city.

Small bridges, flowing water. Manor.

A house on the estate.

A ******** melts himself into the darkness, through a corner of the window. stared coldly at all this outside the window.

Her long, black hair was silky. Lazily draped over the shoulders. In the darkness, it adds a touch of mystery.

Behind her, a man and a woman stood, dressed in gray. The appearance is very handsome, and the appearance is strange. The actual age is much older than the looks. Although he didn't move, he still had a dignified charm hidden with him.

The woman is eighteen or nineteen years old, and she is also the young woman who attacked Hua Xiaojian yesterday.

Take a closer look at this time. This woman is the best in the world. Exquisite figure, graceful posture. The long jade neck holds a crown of finely pecked faces. The overall feeling is very Peugeot. She has a pair of curved willow eyebrows, and a cherry mouth, which must be very beautiful if she laughs. I just don't know what the reason is. Now she was restlessly wrapping her hands around the corners of her clothes. One moment wrap up, the next loosen.

"Don't you have any hands yet," ******** asked impatiently.

"No," replied the man in gray.

"Waste, it's just a bunch of waste. Yusan can't deal with it, and Gongzi Xuan can't deal with it, what's the use of me raising you"

"Huh. Do you really think that the three masters and apprentices of the Jade Three are so easy to deal with? The man in gray sneered. Outspoken. His tone was neither humble nor arrogant. His voice was round. This shows that he is a very well-bred person.

"If you don't believe it, try it"

"You.." He turned his head and glared angrily at the man in gray.

The man in gray still sneered, staring straight into the depths of ********'s eyes. Bright and wise eyes, revealing a striking luster. It is obvious that the position of master and servant between these two people is not very clear.

The woman's gaze was defeated in the split second of the encounter. There was a flustered look in his eyes. said to the girl standing on the side: "Long'er, you go down first"

"Yes". The girl pursed her lips. Very reluctantly withdrew.

The woman watched the girl go away before she turned her head and said, "How can you talk to me like that?" ”

This woman's coquettish appearance is very charming, it is simply ecstatic, although the eyes are slightly turned, but they are more than charming. The gray-clothed man raised the corners of his mouth and didn't speak, but directly stepped forward and hugged the middle-aged woman's waist. He who wanted to refuse and welcome pushed away the hand of the man in gray.

"First of all, how are we going to deal with Yusan?" The middle-aged woman writhed. It's like two people from the cold Yan just now.

The gray-clothed man smiled and smiled softly: "Kill the third old man, someone is more anxious than you." The hand of the man in gray spoke at the same time. And not idle. I saw it flying left and right, going up and down.

"No, I'm going to let him die at my hands," the middle-aged woman seemed to melt. The voice was as beautiful as a tactful nightingale, and her whole body had melted into the gray man's body. Writhing like a snake.

The man in gray still smiled, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth was mixed with a hint of disdain. And what is even more terrifying are his eyes. His eyes are still so calm now. Calm as a cunning gray wolf.

"Wouldn't it be more rewarding to help your own country by borrowing someone else's hand?"

In the darkness came the sound of untying the wide clothes, and the hands of the gray-clothed men began to invade in a big way.

Window.

In front of the path, in the flower garden.

A middle-aged man in a linen robe stood quietly.

His long, messy hair obscured his haggard countenance. His eyes were bloodshot.

His left hand tightly grasped the scissors in his hand, and the edge of the scissors pinched a flower bone, ready to be cut.

But he didn't have time to care about that. Because his eyes were fixed on the window.

He stood silently like a statue, with no hint of encouragement on his haggard and indifferent countenance. But his breathing was chaotic, chaotic and short. Maybe his heart is not as strong as he looks.

Subsequently. He turned away, his left foot in front of him. The right foot is in the back. One step at a time, one step at a time. Gently mark the damp ground with a shallow mark