The vicissitudes of the sea, the passage of time, but the desert is as always, bleak and desolate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

No one knows how many bones have been buried under the yellow sand, and no one knows how many stories have happened here and how many footprints of passers-by have been left.

This is the loneliness of the desert alone.

At noon, the sun was scorching, unaffected by the cold winter.

On horseback, Xinghuan casually discarded the precious and delicate jade wine jug, felt the ubiquitous breeze, and stretched his waist.

Behind him, a series of horseshoe prints had just been left, but they were hidden by quicksand in the blink of an eye.

She had forgotten to bring her veil, but luckily the wind and sand weren't too big.

A pair of small black silk feet swayed from time to time, and the embroidered shoes had long been lost in the yellow sand.

Xinghuan suddenly remembered a woman, a woman who didn't wear shoes at any time and was barefoot.

Beside that woman, there is always a man who is extremely cold.

Maybe it's his luck, maybe it's fate.

Anyway, not long after he remembered the two of them, he unexpectedly got his wish.

It's a rocky place.

In the desert, there are not many such places, but there are not many of them.

At this moment, he and Fang Ming were staying on the periphery of the Chaotic Stone Forest, standing still.

In the stone forest, Wanwan and Fu Qingyi were confronting another pair of men and women.

Among the men and women, Xinghuan recognized the woman, who was Liu Bixin.

And he had never seen that man, not even in the picture albums that were widely circulated in the rivers and lakes.

How can a man who can follow Liu Bixin's side be an ordinary person.

However, this man looks really ordinary on the outside.

Compared with Fu Qingyi, who is impressive at a glance with cold eyes, the man's appearance is ordinary, no matter how much he looks at this, it will always make people subconsciously forget his appearance and only remember one thing.

Knife!

A knife that is very ordinary, both in terms of scabbard and blade.

It's obviously very ordinary, but he remembers it very clearly, which has proved that the man is extraordinary.

This is a knife master who is no worse than Fu Qingyi or Zhang Mu.

The horse snorted and hesitated.

Fang Ming's expression was very solemn, and he said, "Let's go from the other side." ”

Here he didn't want to stay any longer.

Whether it is Wanwan or Liu Bixin, they are both peerless beauties who have captivated the city and the country, but he is not interested at all, he just wants to leave as soon as possible.

He's a killer, and everything comes first with the goal of the mission.

So, he doesn't want to get into any trouble now.

But Xinghuan is not the female killer he once was, so Xinghuan seems to have never heard of his words.

Obviously, the situation in front of him aroused Xinghuan's interest.

Driving the horse around in a circle, Fang Ming looked at Xinghuan and smiled helplessly.

He didn't know what had happened to this woman, only that this woman had changed, more beautiful, more seductive, and more casual.

The breeze blows, the black gauze skirt flutters, and the bare black silk legs are very tempting, which makes people feel hot.

Xing Huan glanced at Fang Ming, who was full of worry, and said softly, "You go first." ”

A look of hesitation appeared in Fang Ming's eyes, and after a moment, he suddenly said, "Did you kill those three people last night?" ”

Xinghuan chuckled lightly and said, "What is it, what is it?" ”

Fang Ming said seriously: "If yes, I will leave and wait for you in Moonlight City, if not..."

If not, can he still leave ruthlessly?

He is a killer, he should be task-oriented, and there should not be any kindness, feelings.

Inexplicably, Fang Ming fell silent, his heart full of struggle.

Seeing this, Xinghuan was suddenly very interested in the answer, and said, "What if not?" ”

Fang Ming tightened the reins in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "If not, I'll stay to protect you." ”

Weak women will always provoke a man's desire to protect.

Xinghuan was not surprised at all, he suddenly felt bored, and said in a lazy tone: "How long can you protect me." ”

If he is really a woman who does not know the slightest martial arts, and he looks so charming, he will inevitably be in danger at any time.

Protection is easier said than done.

may be able to protect it for a while, but it will definitely not protect it for a lifetime.

Fang Ming did not answer his words.

Smiling, Xinghuan didn't care, turned to look at the man beside Liu Bixin, and said, "Who is that person?" ”

Fang Ming came back to his senses, followed her gaze, paused, and said, "Lingnan Song Valve, Heavenly Sword Song is missing a descendant, Song Be." ”

Heavenly Knife, Song Be...

I see.

After thinking about it, Xinghuan jumped lightly, stepped on the scorching yellow sand, his skirt fluttered, his beautiful legs were exposed, and he slowly walked towards the four people who were facing each other.

Seeing this, Fang Ming sighed silently in his heart, dismounted and followed.

He's a killer and he's supposed to go.

However, after all, he was still not ruthless enough, not cold-blooded enough, and he couldn't make up his mind to leave the weak woman in front of him and turned away.

He is not as ruthless as Zhang Mu, not as ruthless as a saint.

If you remove the identity of the killer, he is just an ordinary person, flesh and blood, and some kind ordinary people.

As strong as Fu Qingyi, he couldn't resist Wanwan's charm, and was willing to give his life for it and protect his life, not to mention an ordinary person like him, an ordinary killer.

He's just relied on some strange methods of concealment to get among the top killers.

If he hadn't had that kind of concealment, he would have been just an ordinary killer.

Wanwan is very beautiful, although she is a demon saintess, she is like the purest elf in the world, making people desperate to give everything for it.

Such a woman deserves the protection of a master like Fu Qingyi.

Liu Bixin, as Wanwan's destined opponent, is also not bad, just like the Nine Heavens Xuannu, or a fairy who has fallen into the world, Bing Qing and holy.

Such a woman is also worthy of Song Be's protection.

Xinghuan, the heart is a man, but the body is a woman, a woman who can easily hook the deepest desires in people's hearts, and there is no place on her body that is full of charm and charm.

Compared with Yan Rong's more thorough lust, Xinghuan's daughter is just a little less mature.

Such a woman, but there is no master like Fu Qingyi and Song Bei around to protect her, which has to be regrettable.

No one knew what Fang Ming was thinking in his heart, but now, Fang Ming did not choose to leave, but chose to stay.

Although it is not as good as Fu Qingyi and Song Bei, it at least proves that there are people around Xinghuan who are guarding.

The sun began to set in the west, and the wind was still slightly hot.

Not caring about the sand grains on the black silk, Xinghuan walked into the stone forest to look for it, and sat on a fairly flat rock to rest.

On the side, Fang Ming was silent and waited quietly.

Regarding the arrival of the two, Wanwan and Liu Bixin just glanced at it and then ignored it.

In this regard, he was happy and comfortable, and he took a good time to look at the situation in the field.

Wanwan is as beautiful as ever, her eyes are bright and moving, and the corners of her seductive lips always have a hint of a smile.

Light blue light gauze bunker, jade feet delicate and small, a pair of slender legs wrapped in thin gray silk like cicada wings.

The willow waist is slender, and it stands proudly at the high point.

Fu Qingyi was still silver-haired, cold, and indifferent.

Dressed in a green shirt, the sky-high killing intent contained in the long knife in his hand was already restrained, ready to explode at any time.

Liu Bixin seems to never smile, with a faint look of compassion and pity in her moving eyes, kind-hearted, and holy, which makes it difficult for people to feel violated.

The light gauze white dress, the hair fluttering, and the long sword in the jade hand are simple, full of traces of time.

On the side, Song Bei was dressed in brocade clothes and jade belts, although they were gorgeous and noble, they were still difficult to remember, and it was not just because they were too ordinary, so they wanted to use their clothes to make an impression.

In fact, Song Bei never cared if he would be remembered.

He dresses well, but he just wants to wear it more comfortably, so that he can go out faster.

That's all!

Fu Qingyi, Song Be, Zhang Mu.

Three knives, three styles, three types of people.

Fu Qingyi is obsessed with the knife in his heart.

Don't use your power to control the sword.

Zhang Mu is even more extreme, using his own life to control the knife.

Which is stronger or weaker, no one knows...