In the dark night, a few sparse stars blinked, the bare old trees shivered in the cold wind, the branches made the sound of brushing, and when the thin and bleak sunlight shone down in the snow through the layers of clouds, without a trace of temperature, Ning Ran looked at the falling snowflakes covering the earth, watching them slowly melt and then evaporate until they finally disappeared as if they had never come. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The white warmth lingered around the tips of the slender and white fingers for a moment, leaving only a thin and damp layer of water vapor, which quietly evaporated and disappeared without a trace.

Hearing someone stepping on the loose snow to make a "crunch", "crunch" light sound, from the sound of footsteps from far and near, Ning Ran immediately came back to his senses, "crunch" a door sound, the cold wind mixed with the heavy snow flying in the sky, between them, the table and bookcase in the room were covered with a layer of snowflakes, and the room added a little cold.

He Xue came in is a woman in a blue windbreaker, wearing a shallow water blue skirt, long hair hanging down the shoulders, tied with a water blue silk, the hosta is lightly pulled, the hairpin tip hangs down like a small chain of water droplets, a slight shake is like rain, and the best silk material moves slightly with the action, like the first bloom of the light plum.

Skillfully closing the door, there was another "crunch" sound, and Ning Ran, who had been looking out the window, frowned slightly when he heard this sound, and seemed to be a little tired of this sound. The woman in blue didn't notice Ning Ran's abnormality.

Still as skillful as usual, "Alas, it's still so cold in the daytime!" The woman in blue turned around and rubbed her already frozen hands, untied the blue moire trench coat and put it on the empty chair on the side, and then Wan Tingting walked over, picked up the white plum porcelain teapot and poured a cup of hot tea.

"What? Are you still afraid of the cold? Ning Ran looked back at her lightly, her eyebrows were still slightly wrinkled, and her eyes were calm but reflected the thin figure of the woman in blue.

"You think you're not afraid of the cold like you, what's wrong with being afraid of the cold, and being afraid of the cold doesn't hinder you from anything." The woman in blue held the teacup, put it to her lips, and sipped it carefully, as if she was tasting some cherished tea, and then looked at Ning Ran's calm and waveless eyes, and looked at the slight wrinkle of her eyebrows in her heart, and knew that she was a little angry now, but she didn't dare to look at her, so she had to pout her lips, and her face turned red and said with a slight anger.

Ning Ran looked at her slightly angry, then looked back at the snow-covered rockery on the side, which was white, and then changed the topic and asked, "Okay, let's get down to business, do you see?" ”。

"Well, of course, I don't care about their methods. But I didn't expect them to dare to come. The woman in blue looked in the direction that Ning Ran said, and there was a little incongruous black figure hidden in the white sea of snow, the teacup in her hand was slightly green, and a trace of murderous aura flashed in the slightly squinted Danfeng's eyes, but it disappeared in the depths of her eyes in a blink of an eye.

Then he put his eyes on Ning Ran in front of him, put one hand on the table to prop up his head, the black silk was scattered on the sallow table, looking at Ning Ran, who was standing alone by the window in white clothes, the green silk was gently pulled by the bamboo hairpin and then hung down, and the white clothes were slightly blown up with the cold wind, looking like they did not eat the fireworks in the world.

Gradually, I remembered what it was like to see her for the first time. The shabby white clothes were stained with blood, and her whole body was covered with scars, and her embarrassed appearance did not diminish her elegance at all. He had a delicate and fair face like jade, a little pale because of the injury, clear and bright pupils, curved willow eyebrows wrinkled slightly, probably pain, and the eyebrow feathers were tightly bitten on the bloody lips.

At that time, I knew she was beautiful, but I didn't know that she was so beautiful. And now, her elegance is almost full.

Ning Ran looked at the snow scene and saw that no one responded, and when he turned around, he saw someone with his head on the table with a confused look, sighed and couldn't help but secretly slander himself, it's not that he hasn't seen what I look like, and he actually lost his mind.

"Ahem" Ning Ran pretended to cough, and when she heard the clear coughing sound, the woman in blue quickly came back to her senses, lowered her arm, and smiled at Ning Ran awkwardly.

"Are you ready tonight?" Ning Ran asked, glanced at the woman in blue, and then sat down opposite her.

"It's been prepared for a long time, just wait for them to send it to the door, rest assured, Ling Xuan Pavilion has Mo Xuan, Ling Han Pavilion has Mu Han, Ling Xue Pavilion and Yi Xue, plus the two of us, they can't escape." Ning Ran squinted slightly and looked at the figure behind the rockery, and a trace of determination and murderous aura flashed in his calm and waveless eyes.

The woman in blue seemed to feel Ning Ran's thick murderous aura, the cold sweat behind her wet her underwear, and the cold wind blew into it, a little cold, and she couldn't help but shudder. The woman in blue looked at Ning Ran's gaze before she noticed that she had been holding the teacup, her eyebrows were stunned, and she quickly put down the teacup she was holding tightly and pushed it in front of Ning Ran.

swallowed his saliva, and mourned in silence for the person who was Ning Ran remembered, it was not good to provoke anyone, but to provoke this big devil. While looking at Ning Ran, he secretly slandered himself. In this way, the two sat with their own hearts in mind.

"Knock Knock ............" A melodious ancient bell came from afar, breaking the peaceful atmosphere. Ning Ran got up and looked at the window, there was a heavy snow like goose feathers, which had already submerged Lingyan Pavilion.

Snowflakes scattered and stained the bare trunks of the trees with an abrupt white. "It's time," muttered to himself.

"It seems that they can't wait to do it in a hurry, I'll go back first." The woman in blue looked at the figure of the rockery, then looked at Ning Randu's back and said

"Then you don't want to leave quickly," Ning Ran looked back and glanced at the woman in blue who was anxious to leave here.

"Hmph" The woman in blue took the windbreaker on the chair and tied it, stepped away and came to the door, she heard Ning Ran's words and snorted coldly, looked back at Ning Ran's plain appearance, turned around and turned back to the table and picked up the dark green teacup on the table, drank it in one gulp, put it on the table with a "bang", turned around and left, without giving Ning Ran any face.

Ning Ran watched impatiently through the window lattice as the figure of the woman in blue walked through the snow-white trees, gradually disappearing into the distance of Lingyan Pavilion before retracting her gaze. Stretching out his white palm, the cold snowflakes fell on the palm of his hand, and slowly melted into water droplets and disappeared. But the loneliness on his face could not be concealed.

At night, when night falls, there are no stars and moons, and the white snow reflects the candlelight, illuminating the dark night. Not far from the Lingyan Pavilion, there is a pavilion called Ye Wan, there is no one in the pavilion, but there is a book, and a cup of hot tea cups rising in the snow that looks so cold.

"Big brother, what about people? I was there just now," a man in black hiding behind the rockery stared at Ye Wanting and asked the person next to him.

"Shh......h Be quiet, I'm afraid that others won't know that there is someone here! The man known as the eldest brother glared fiercely at the person next to him.

His eyebrows furrowed, his face was puzzled, and he held his sword obliquely and thought, yes, what about people? But just now, even the figure is gone, but I always feel that there is a suppressed murderous aura around me that makes people breathless. Sweat seeped into the clothes, and I felt cold behind my back, and the air was cold.

"Who are you looking for, why don't you rest when it's late?" There was a warm breath in my ears.

''Don't you know?'' Also asked, isn't this nonsense! The man in black didn't look back, just stared at the gazebo, held his sword, and replied casually.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he felt that the voice was wrong, and when he turned around, he saw a dark white satin robe, which revealed the trim of silver openwork hibiscus. The man with a jade belt around his waist and a folding fan in his hand of ivory looked at them with deep eyes, his lips trembling slightly, as if he was sneering rather than laughing.

The black-clothed boss looked at Mu Han, who was arrogant, stagnant under his feet, staring at him tightly, watching him suddenly pop out of his head to describe the man in front of him. That is, it looks dignified, and Yan is like Shunhua.

"Big brother, what should I do?" The person next to him asked the side with the long sword in his hand, and the boss who froze listened to the voice of the person next to him, and the black-clothed boss suddenly came back to his senses.

With a "poof", the long sword came out of its sheath, reflecting Mu Han's figure. "What else can I do, come on," the big brother in black kicked the people around him uncompetitively, and then pointed at the person opposite with the sword in his hand.

But the person on the other side leaned on the edge of the pavilion pillar, playing with the folding fan in his hand, and looked at them with a faint gaze, "I have come so many times, each time it is worse than the other, I really don't know where to find someone" said lightly but in a very disgusted tone.

The man in black was stimulated by his words and rushed to the top. Countless sword lights struck Mu Han who was leaning on the edge of the pavilion pillar, Mu Han raised his eyebrows, looked at them, and calmly waved the folding fan in his hand outward, only to see the white fan circling, quickly slashing across their necks. "Ahh

The others glanced at each other, looked at Mu Han with fear, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and made a "clanging" sound, not daring to step forward at all, for fear that the next person to die would be himself.

"If you don't go, if the head comes, it's not dead." The big brother in black roared impatiently, pushing the person in front of him, unable to prevent being pushed from behind, and his feet slipped, and the man hit the ground and erected his long sword.

"Hmm" snorted, the long sword passed through the body of the man in black, the man's eyes widened, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, the snow-white long sword was stained red with blood, and the red blood flowed down the black placket, spreading red and melting the snow on the ground.

Mu Han squinted his eyes and looked indifferently at the people on the ground, and then looked at them, his face did not change at all.

The rest of the men in black couldn't help but shudder when they looked at the blood on the ground. Secretly hesitant to go or not, if you don't go, when the head comes, they will be executed in the same way as just now, so it's better to gamble and give them a good time.

"Ahh A slight "brush" sounded, Mu Han stared at the corners of their mouths jumping up a trace of imperceptible arc, quickly pulled out the sword he was wearing, quickly dodged, and took a step forward, the man in black saw that the person in front of him suddenly disappeared, only to feel a chill in his neck, Mu Han looked at them slightly stunned, glanced at it coldly, and then reflexively swung the sword, only to see a flash of white light, making a "click" sound.

The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground sounded, and the smell of blood suddenly dispersed in the air.

"Lacking? Lack of a sword? A bright red, steaming scar on one of them was bleeding down his neck, and he said intermittently, his eyes wide open, and his eyes were complicated to look at the white figure in front of him.