Ji Yuluo flew the needle and walked the thread, but the thread was too thick, and she was restless, and the needle pierced her finger several times. The pain stimulated her nerves, which had become fragile, again and again.

sub-hours. Faintly, I could hear the branches shaking in front of the temple door. Then, a faint intoxicating fragrance of osmanthus diffused from the window cracks.

Ji Yuluo covered the end of her nose and jumped behind the screen to hide.

After a few moments, the door was gently pushed open. In a flash, a man in a duck egg green robe entered.

The man was about thirty years old, with slender eyes and a delicate face, with green silk loosely half-bundled at the back of his head. Gentle and elegant, with a strong bookish spirit.

Through the hall, the light yarn hanging behind the hollow partition suddenly flew away.

The man closed the door casually. Then with a murderous aura, he strode towards the soft bed where Mrs. Jiang slept.

Near the bed, a wooden stick about a foot long was held across his chest in his hand.

The wooden stick was smooth like jade, and a wooden light was streaked against the backdrop of the palace lamp.

He slowly grabbed the end of the stick. With a force, a cold light dazzled, and a sharp short sword was also held in his palm.

The short sword was raised, and a weighted female voice gently swung out from behind the screen, "Don't move! If you move. I'll make it better for you to live than die right away. ”

By feeling, there was no one behind him. But there is an overwhelming murderous aura.

The man's hand holding the short sword remained in mid-air, and his hoarse and deep voice did not match his delicate countenance, "Who are you?" ”

Ji Yuluo twisted the needle with her fingers, lowered her voice and said, "Who are you?" ”

"Humph!"

With a cold snort of disdain, the man tightened his short sword in his palm. The cold light quickly descended, aiming at Mrs. Jiang's heart.

At the critical moment, a cold light broke through the screen, and the target man held the wrist of the sword.

The man flashed, and a two-inch-long cold glow brushed through his eyelids. When you look closely, you can only see the tail of the needle on the carved bedframe.

Entering the wood so deeply, it can be seen that the person who has the needle has a deep internal strength.

His face changed, and he turned around with his short sword, facing the screen vigilantly.

On the thin ladies screen, a beautiful and slender figure is reflected.

She is a woman with a wonderful figure!

Ji Yuluo, who was hidden behind the screen, secretly admired the man's hand, and also knew that a non-toxic silver needle shocked him, and said coldly: "I have killed a lot of people." My hands were full of blood, and I didn't want to kill again. Hurry away with interest. ”

The man's eyes were cold and hateful, "What if I have to kill her?" ”

"Then you can try again!" Ji Yuluo lightly twisted the golden silkworm blood needle on her fingers, "Next time, I will keep you alive for a blink of an eye." ”

After a cold observation and a long peeping, the man finally put away his sword and walked towards the temple gate as quickly as he came.

Hearing the slight shaking of the branches and leaves, Ji Yuluo went around the screen. Push open the window.

A cold wind blew in, and she breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of the hand covering her mouth and nose with peace of mind.

glanced at Mrs. Jiang, who was already in the tent in the distance, and went out.

With the light sound of the man he heard just now, and the unique faint fragrance of osmanthus. Ji Yuluo chased all the way. Then he caught up with the man in the duck egg green robe. But he followed quietly, not far or near.

The man is familiar with the road in the palace. He picked a thorny path that no one walked on and flew over. All the way unimpeded.

After passing through the Yangxin Palace and the Imperial Garden, and then passing through the palace wall of Ruhua Palace, and Ji Yuluo followed him to the cold palace behind Ruhua Palace.

The Cold Palace is a lavish and opulent royal palace, a forgotten place. A broken wooden door covered the desolation inside, and the low courtyard wall could not close the dreary desolation inside.

Ji Yuluo stepped over the wall and saw the barren grass knee-high, and rows of dilapidated wooden houses hidden in the darkness. One of the rooms in the row on the left has a light.

The lights flickered on and off, like ghost fires.

Haven't heard that this cold palace is inhabited?

The lonely moon was at the head, the cold wind was raging, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the room was very strange in the dark cold palace. Even if Ji Yuluo is tall and bold, it is inevitable that a cold air rises from the soles of her feet.

The laborious coughing sound suddenly came from the room, causing Ji Yuluo, who was always pretending to be uncomfortable and coughing, to have a little itchy throat.

Admired, the root of the disease has fallen for a long time.

She tiptoed through the grass to the dilapidated house where it was inhabited. He hesitated, and kicked the door vigorously.

The door slammed into the wall of the opposite panel, turning into countless debris, large and small. Ji Yuluo entered with the door in a flash.

Through the dim oil light, look intently.

The walls of the room were empty, and at the end of the right side lay a woman in shabby plain clothes on a dimly lit corner floor.

said that she was a woman, but her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and her hair was entrusted to the pillow. And as the woman was frightened and struggled to sit up, her face was clearly reflected in Ji Yuluo's eyes.

The woman's face was no longer a face, it was full of burn scars, ninety percent, and with a long and scattered hair, it was hideous and terrifying.

Ji Yuluo immediately felt that when she saw the evil ghost, her heart tightened, and she naturally took a step back.

After a big startle, a cold light flashed down his neck from the side. A hint of coldness spread through the area. He didn't react, and the short sword he had seen just now was already around his neck.

According to Ji Yuluo's inference, the next moment was a fatal threat. However, a soft male voice sounded from the left side as her eyebrows twisted, "Ah Xue, don't be afraid! It's an old friend of mine who came to visit. ”

Ji Yuluo breathed a sigh of relief when the man's voice fell, knowing that at least she would not end up with him in this dilapidated house.

"That'...... Then invite your old friend to tea......"

The woman's facial muscles twitched, as if she was laughing. Groping and sitting up, through the dim oil lamp, Ji Yuluo saw again that although the woman's eyes were bright, they were lifeless. She suddenly realized that the sword was on her neck, and the man was still lying, and it turned out that the woman couldn't see it.

She couldn't help but feel sympathy for the woman. Thinking about what kind of couple they are?

As she pondered, the woman reached for a table in front of the broken window. The table was the only piece of furniture in the room. On the table there is a set of rough tea sets used by the palace people, a teapot, and two teacups. There was also a broken dish containing an air-dried steamed bun.

The woman's soft voice gently echoed in the broken house, "Awen! The water in this house is cold. Don't stand still. Let's get some hot water! ”

"No, you don't! My friend has something to do with me! Leave her alone! The man's sword moved closer to Ji Yuluo's neck and forced Ji Yuluo out of the house.

"Oh!" The woman answered blankly, covering her face in an instant, it should be aggrieved.

The cold wind raged through the howling yard. The man sneered coldly: "It's been four years in the palace, and I didn't know that there was such a strong maid with martial arts by Mrs. Jiang's side. ”

Ji Yuluo blinked her eyelids, "If you sue me, why would you kill Mrs. Jiang." I can act as if I didn't see anything. ”

The man seemed to sense a hint of danger and roared, "Raise your hand!" ”

Just now, the man was afraid that she would send silver needles again. Ji Yuluo was speechless. Because for a moment, she was very sympathetic to the disfigured woman, and she felt sorry for the woman inexplicably, and she didn't plan to attack him at all. As for the sword frame neck, she had to do what he said.