Everything happened in an instant, and the pure abyss blue finger firmly pinched the sharp arrow, and the sharp arrow turned into powder and dissipated into the air. Turning his eyes to look at Feng Qianyu's pale face, the tassels floating in the air also pierced his eyes, just because he knew how precious this tassel jade was and how many years he had worn it closely.

Now that the jade pendant has been broken, how can Feng Qianyu not be annoyed in his heart.

When everyone had just seen what had happened, the two of them had already looked in the direction where the sharp arrows were flying at the same time, but they only saw a clear white corner, and three thousand green silks crossed the railing on the restaurant and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Both of them had an inexplicable jump in their hearts, and then flew upstairs to chase them.

The ancient painting fan watched the tassel jade pendant shatter in response, and a certain place in his heart seemed to be broken like this, looking at Feng Qianyu's pale face, the ancient painting fan only felt that he wanted to laugh, but what appeared on his lips was only thick bitterness.

Shattered! It should be broken!

She had already thought of a way out, the bow and arrow had been discarded, and the figure ran towards the alley next to the restaurant at the fastest speed ever.

It was a familiar place for her, the abandoned hut where she had taken the injured Lukfook for a long time.

It was so close to the restaurant, and she didn't think the two of them would think that she was hiding in the nearest place!

Although Fang Cai's actions were a little impulsive, if she did it all over again, she would still shoot the sharp arrow without hesitation, and the tassel jade pendant was only given to Brother An, since he was no longer Brother An, it would only be ruined!

Looking at the abandoned house in front of him, it suddenly occurred to him that he knew this place, if Feng Qianyu really came to look for it, then where would she still have a hiding place? Thinking of this, the ancient painting fan turned around and was about to move away, but suddenly heard the footsteps of the searching soldiers not far away, and it was too late to leave, so the ancient painting fan gritted his teeth and ran into the abandoned house.

Gu Hua's fan fingers were clenched tightly, a little pale, and standing in the corner of the abandoned house like this, her heart was beating thumping.

Nervous about what? Is she afraid that the soldiers will find her and pierce her heart? Is she still afraid of death? She's not afraid. She was only afraid of the two of them, and she was afraid after all-

Time passed little by little, and the noisy footsteps came and went, and finally there was a long silence.

The ancient painting fan walked out of the corner, looked at the empty alley outside through the window, his heart was a little calm, and he walked slowly towards the door, and was about to open the door, when his face sank, and he hurriedly took two steps back, narrowly avoiding a sword light that broke through the door.

And what came to her face was a pale blue figure, and the silver sword in her hand flashed with cold light and stabbed straight towards her body.

The footsteps staggered, it was too late to dodge, the ancient painting fan looked at the familiar face that was now close at hand, and his heart was even more sorrowful, and he stopped dodging for a while, watching the sharp blade that flashed with cold light came straight towards his heart door with a momentum of breaking through the sky.

The strong wind was already blowing in her face, raising her light clothes and three thousand green silks, as if frozen at this moment.

Feng Qianyu's originally dark and bloodthirsty eyes suddenly beat hard when he looked at the figure of the woman in white in front of him and the three thousand green silks that were as long as his ankles in his memory. He couldn't see the face hidden under the face towel clearly, but those clear and resolute eyes were like the eyes in his memory, which made him unforgettable.

The footsteps were staggered, and the sharp sword that stabbed into the heart of the woman in white was still one centimeter away, and the sword body also stopped alive.

The sword aura rushed to her face, raising the corner of her white scarf, and the familiar outline made Feng Qianyu's heart beat even more violently.

The fingers trembled slightly, and the sharp sword that was originally firmly held in his hand fell off his hand defenselessly, and fell to the ground with a ping-pong bang.

At this moment, Feng Qianyu's mood is indescribable, he is looking forward to it, he is entangled, he is in pain.

Stunned, he walked up to the woman in white, but saw her take a step back with staggered steps, always keeping a distance from him.

It's close. The clear eyes overlapped with the smiling eyes of his memory, and the familiar shape made his heart beat in no place.

"Girl—is that you......" Feng Qianyu said in a daze. His eyes stared straight at the woman in white in front of him, without blinking.

Hearing his gentle inquiry, the familiar name, the ancient painting fan only felt a beat in his heart, and the lovesickness that he hadn't seen for many years came to his heart, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little astringent, but looking at the crown of hair on his head that represented the general, she only felt that it was so dazzling.

Thin lips pursed, just at the moment when the atmosphere condensed, from the direction of the ancient painting fan, you could see the figure of the black armor slowly walking from the entrance of the alley, looking at the familiar face, the ancient painting fan jumped in his heart, and then raised his eyes to look at Feng Qianyu.

He picked up the silver sword that had fallen to the ground, and quickly pulled the sleeve of Feng Qianyu's coat and walked to the cellar on the side.

The expected resistance did not happen, and he followed steadily with his movements.

The cellar was supposed to be used for books, rectangular, about two or three people thick. But it can only lie horizontally.

When he got closer, the ancient painting fan secretly cursed his memory, and when he was about to let go of his hand and look elsewhere, he suddenly realized that the face towel that was cold on his face had flown into the air with Feng Qianyu's withdrawn hand.

In addition to being stunned, the ancient painting looked at Feng Qianyu on the side, but he could see a face that was even more surprised than himself.

Feng Qianyu held the face towel that was torn off by himself tightly, and looked at the face of the ancient painting fan in a daze, this face that he had remembered for a long time.

Outside, the figure of Chunyuan Lan was already getting closer and closer, and the ancient painting fan hurriedly let go of Feng Qianyu's arm and withdrew to the side.

But as soon as he turned around, he felt a strong force that firmly imprisoned him, and when he came back to his senses, he felt that there was a real ground behind him, and he was already lying down.

The floor above the cellar was slammed shut, and then a strange and familiar aura came to his face, and a lean and thin body pressed straight above his body, but there was still a trace of a gap, so that the two of them would not be close together.

The ancient painting fan seemed to hear the sound of her own fluttering heartbeat, and through a little light, she could vaguely see the familiar face in front of her, those eyes were still looking at herself, the look in those eyes was too complicated, too heavy, she couldn't understand, and she didn't want to understand.

There was a sudden sound of the door opening above, and the dilapidated door panel creaked twice and fell to the ground, just hitting the floor on top of the two of them.

Chun Yuanlan looked at the mess all over the house vividly, which was already obvious that this was a house that no one had lived in for a long time.

There seems to be a certain fragrance in the air, but this place is deserted, and no matter how fragrant it is, it can only be left behind.

After glancing around, he didn't see any traces of people, and Chun Yuan Lan Xu slowly walked away.

The silence in the room returned again, and in a moment, the floor covered by the door panel was lifted suddenly, and Feng Qianyu and the ancient painting fan got up.

There were no soldiers around to search for them, and it was quiet, as if they could hear the heartbeat of the two. (To be continued.) )