The funeral of the flower shadow was completed in an extremely low-key situation, it should be said that there was no form, and the entire Seven Flowers Cottage did not look like a trace of anything unusual. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that next to the old tomb in that small courtyard, a new tomb has been added.

Wuyou stood in front of the tomb, she didn't shed tears, her face was neither sad nor happy, no one knew what she was thinking.

Perhaps, she was relieved for Hua Rongying, at least she fulfilled her last wish and went to Huangquan with that person, that was the result and happiness she wanted, and outsiders had no reason to cry for her.

Perhaps, she is also envious of Hua Langying, and envies that there is an emotion between Hua Langying and Lou Shaojin that transcends life and death.

That's something she's out of reach in her life, right? When she thought of this, she actually smiled lonely.

"The envoy of the Yanfeng Sect wants to cooperate with us, what does the little master think?"

Red Medicine quietly came behind Wuyou, reporting the latest news.

Wu Yu took a deep breath and looked at the dark Tiansi for a moment.

"In a place like the Western Regions, there are too many wild wolves...... she said: "You go and tell the envoy, we should make this deal, Yan Feng is blindly arrogant, this is his shortcoming, he can't play any tricks, sooner or later he will have to die, the person we have to guard against is not him, but Mo Qiancang......"

"I see, little lord." The red medicine quietly retreated, and a touch of red floated out of sight like the wind.

And the white-clothed Wuyou, still standing in the distance, looking at the cold tombstone, looked at each other without saying anything.

She didn't expect the ending she wanted most, a barren grave but all the grievances and grievances.

However, she still has too many missions on her back, and until she completes it, that ending is just an extraterrestrial starlight for her, and she can only watch from afar, but it is difficult to reach.

The afternoon sky was a little low, so low that it looked like it was about to drop something.

There were only a few people walking on the streets in Loulan City, and the small stalls and vendors also closed early, and the bustling place suddenly became deserted.

Occasionally, a few people in the restaurant poke their heads out of the stairs to see the sky getting lower and lower.

The inhabitants of this area are accustomed to it, because it may not be long before a major snowstorm is coming.

The famous Loulan Xiang Pavilion in Loulan City should be quiet at this time, and it is the time for the girls to rest during the day, but at this moment it is unusually noisy.

The sound of swords and weapons clashing from the outside to the inside, the low air wandered dullly, and the wind was mixed with the smell of fish, and it was getting thicker and thicker.

The sound of killing outside shook the sky, but there were still people who were still indifferent, calmly brushing their makeup in the mirror, and the brush was aimed at the thin corners of their eyebrows, and the woman's smile was falling into the city.

The noise outside the door grew louder and louder, and Ma Gu got up and came out, and the moment she pushed the door open, an unrecognizable corpse fell at her feet.

She just glanced at it lightly, and before she could raise her head, a knife slashed at her in front of her, the corners of her mouth rose, her body turned slightly sideways, and her fingers flicked, colliding with the blade to make a jingle echo.

A wisp of enchanting black thread swept across the silver-white blade, and frantically climbed up the man with the knife, who fell to the ground stiffly like the corpse just now.

She calmly walked around the corpses strewn all over the ground, covered in blood, and her toes walked softly on the ground, but she didn't get any stolen goods.

And those who wanted to take her life were all in the company of the corpses on the ground.

Pushing open the door of the council hall, she stepped inside, closing the door, isolating the noise from the outside and appearing quiet.

On the chair in the right position, a person sat on it, and through the screen of the screen, he could only recognize the approximate figure.

Except for Mo Qiancang, no one would sit there, and no one would dare to sit in that position.

"Master." She walked over to the man, didn't see the man's face, just called obediently.

Mo Qiancang still didn't move, the whole person seemed to be pondering, but it didn't seem to be, there was an inexplicable uneasiness and restlessness in the air, which made people feel an indescribable weirdness.

She felt something strange, but she couldn't tell where it was strange, and wanted to reach out to touch the person, but was bounced away by an inexplicable force.

She withdrew her hand, and before she could figure out the situation, the door of the council hall was suddenly slammed open, and a group of delicate women dressed in black rushed in.

The leader was a young man dressed in a white robe, whose clothes were blown up by the wind like butterflies, and they were also dusty.

I saw that he was holding a light and soft willow sword in his hand, and the silver light flashed, and together with the white robe, it was slightly raised in blood.