"Well played! Well played! ”

When Xuan Zhige saw this, she couldn't help jumping up excitedly, clapping her hands again and again!

The figure, hearing this cheer, hesitated for a moment, but slowly turned sideways and turned around.

At that moment, Jiang Zhige felt that the entire dark and far-reaching bamboo forest was lit up.

Looking up, he could see the bright starlight in the sky, and under the dark blue night was his deep eyes like dazzling stones.

Just as a firecracker sounded, in the sky above where he stood, the brilliant fireworks in the deep night were in full bloom, the flowers were extremely brilliant, and they suddenly closed but released quickly, lining his pair of sword eyebrows like smoke flowing through Xuan Zhige's heart!

This earthly world is like a few brushstrokes of ink and blue painting, but he is like a little cinnabar red splashed in a panic, and he does not linger in the world.

The man's body was as quiet as an abyss, as if there was a thousand-year-old frost and snow condensed between his black hair, and the starlight was obliquely shuttling between his hair, pouring like a waterfall, the silver frost had an eternal luster, and a line of shining light reflected out, refracted into the depths of Xuan Zhige's pupils.

He was dressed in a long blue robe, unbound by a belt, and rose lightly with the wind, and became a beautiful poem in the wind with cold dew.

His hair and clothes flew together, dancing lightly in the bright moonlight into a painting, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

He raised his eyes slightly, and there was a brilliant light in his eyes, a little brighter and clearer than the dazzling stars, as if it would glow, and the bright night behind him became dim.

Stunning.

Xuan Zhige couldn't help but swallow her saliva and sighed lightly: "It's so beautiful." ”

However, in the next second, she regretted it.

The painting-like beauty was obviously not amazed by Xuan Zhige's flat chest, but on the contrary, holding the sword in his hand, his eyes were cold and guarded, and he walked towards her step by step.

"It's over, it's over, don't you think I'm an accomplice?"

Xuan Zhige began to prepare to wipe the corner!

One.

Two.

Three.

Remove!

She was about to slip away, but she felt a cold wind behind her fly across her neck, and there was a chill!

She didn't have to think about it, it must be that beautiful man who came over, maybe he was going to take her life!

Sure enough, she looked up and saw that his long sword had stabbed at her head-to-face!

She didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly knelt down with her knees to the ground, and pointed the "dirty sword" in her cuff at the sky, regardless of whether it was useful or not, she closed her eyes and shouted: "A good man spares his life!" ”

I learned this trick from the old man.

The old man once dragged a wine jug and drunkenly told her that if she couldn't fight, she would slip away, and if she couldn't slip, she would surrender, but it was just a pair of knees, and it was nothing great.

Lives matter!

Well!

She thought so.

It's just that, looking at the situation, she asked her ancestors to burn high incense.

I only heard the sound of "dang-", the sound of two sharp swords hitting one place, and her tiger's mouth shook, and the "dirty sword" was picked open by the sword in the man's hand, and with a "clang-" sound, it fell to the ground on the side, splashing a few traces of dust.

"Old man! Goodbye—"

Xuan Zhige was extremely frightened, closed her eyes and trembled and roared!

Ready to die.

But for a long time, there was no response.

After a while, she half-opened one eye, half-squinted, and looked secretly.

But I saw that the beautiful man walked to the "dirty sword", tried to pick up the sword, and frowned, as if whispering, "Huh?" "Yes.

"Put down that sword! That's mine! ”