Flowers are missing......

In front of the mirror, Xinghuan suddenly thought of a question. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Will Hua Youxian ever see this mask?

It's quite possible.

In this way, the only person who can know his true identity after seeing this face is Hua Youyou.

If you meet them in the future, it seems that you need to talk to them.

Through the mirror, Xinghuan took one last look at the woman in the mirror and turned to leave.

For some reason, he always felt that the face was another woman, and when he looked in the mirror, it was as if the two of them were looking at each other......

There is an inexplicable sense of weirdness!

Perhaps, an illusion.

Shaking his head, Xinghuan dispelled the long-lasting beauty in his mind, pushed open the door and walked out.

The morning sun is very good, shining warmly on people's bodies.

Xinghuan is not a woman, so he wears long pants.

In fact, the women's clothes on his body are not much different from the men's clothes, and the underwear is the same, it is a white shirt and trousers.

It's just that the coat has been changed into a long skirt.

People rely on clothing, and Buddha relies on gold.

As such, he has now been completely different.

Whether it is the appearance or appearance, it gives people the feeling of being a woman.

Except for that one horse Pingchuan's chest, everything else is completely impeccable.

As he walked through the hall of the Taoist temple, Xinghuan's gaze paused on the stone statue on the altar.

The stone statue depicts an old man with fairy wind bones.

Behind the old man, he carried a sword case.

If you look closely, you can see that although the sword case is rusty, it is not carved in stone, but it is real.

He suddenly remembered Xia Xiaojian's martial arts last night.

A peculiar way to harness the sword.

At first glance, it was truly shocking, especially the long sword fluttering in the sky.

However, last night, from the beginning to the end, Xia Xiaojian didn't make a move, but just floated in the air to demonstrate deterrence.

If Xia Xiaojian makes a move, I'm afraid the battle will end quickly.

So why does the other party never make a move?

After looking thoughtfully at the sword box on the statue, Xing Huan took a fire fold on the altar and walked out of the hall.

In the courtyard, Nangong Tiezhu was chopping firewood.

Chop wood with your hands.

After a crackling sound, the arm-thick wood was broken in half without exception.

As if someone had cut it with a sharp weapon, the incision was smooth and flat.

Perhaps in order to make it easier to shake his head, Nangong Tiezhu will maintain his bald head.

If you have hair, it will undoubtedly get in the way of throwing it up.

However, the other party did not shake his head when chopping wood, or he deliberately restrained his head swing.

Xinghuan's steps were light and almost silent.

But Nangong Tiezhu still noticed it and looked up at him.

After a moment of distraction, Nangong Tiezhu retracted his gaze, lowered his head and continued to chop firewood.

Xinghuan didn't care, lazily lay on the recliner, and said, "Is there any wine?" ”

Nangong Tiezhu paused, and turned to leave after closing his palm.

A moment later, he came to Xinghuan's side with a pot of wine, and after putting it down, he didn't leave.

Xinghuan took a sip of wine and said lazily: "You blocked the sun." ”

Nangong Tiezhu's tall figure didn't move at all, and he said in a muffled voice: "I haven't asked for advice yet." ”

Xinghuan was stunned, as if he hadn't named his current identity yet.

It's difficult to come up with a name, and if he doesn't, he won't use his real name in the game.

After thinking about it, he didn't bother to think about it, and said, "Hongyan." ”

The mask is called Hongyan, so I simply use this name.

Beauty?

Peculiar name, never heard of.

Without too much entanglement, Nangong Tiezhu said bluntly: "Do you know martial arts?" ”

Xinghuan yawned and said, "A little." ”

Nangong Tiezhu nodded and said, "If your injuries are almost healed, leave here as soon as possible." ”

Xinghuan smiled and said, "Okay." ”

Nangong Tiezhu paused, turned to leave.

After a few moments, the sound of chopping wood in the courtyard continued.

On the recliner, Xinghuan watched Nangong Tiezhu's every move with interest.

He understood the other party's intentions.

The two thought that Murong Hao was not dead, and they were worried that they would find him at any time.

Therefore, in order to avoid affecting him, Nangong Tiezhu said this.

If he wants to go, he can now.

After all, the time agreed with Yujie is getting closer and closer, and since he has taken someone else's Fuyuan Cave Map, he should abide by the agreement and go to Shenlong Island.

It's just that you can't just walk away by receiving the grace of others.

Xia Xiaojian and Nangong Tiezhu could be regarded as saving him, at least they didn't abandon him in this barren mountain range.

Moreover, if it weren't for this Taoist temple, he wouldn't have met Murong Hao.

Murong Hao would have been fine if he hadn't died, but now that he was killed by him, he didn't want to leave this trouble to the two of them.

If the Gusu Murong clan knew that Murong Hao was dead, he would definitely not give up.

Even if it wasn't killed by Xia Xiaojian and the others, they would definitely be implicated.

With his light skills, it didn't take much time to get to Shenlong Island.

So he wasn't in a hurry and planned to wait a little longer.

Bathed in the sun, Xinghuan squinted and lay lazily.

The constant sound of chopping wood in his ears was like a lullaby, and he couldn't help but want to fall asleep like this.

Xia Xiaojian didn't know where he went, and he still hasn't been seen.

After a long time, Xinghuan stretched and got up and left the chaise longue.

Murong Hao's body was left overnight, and I don't know if it's still there.

It was a hindrance, and he had to get rid of it as soon as possible.

After glancing at the iron pillar of Nangong who was still chopping wood, Xinghuan walked out of the courtyard gate.

In this regard, Nangong Tiezhu ignored it.

A gust of wind blew, Xinghuan was on tiptoe, and his figure floated away.

In the courtyard, Nangong Tiezhu paused, and continued to chop firewood in the air with his palm.

It seems that he only has that firewood in his eyes.

The wine in his mouth continues, and his clothes and skirts are fluttering, as if he is a fairy.

The long white skirt is cinched at the waist, and as with men's clothing, there is no inconvenience.

After a moment, he stopped on a slender branch and looked out at the countless cliffs in front of him.

It was too dark last night, and he only remembered a rough idea.

It should be around here.

After sweeping his eyes, Xinghuan reluctantly found that most of the cliffs in front of him looked the same.

Now, I can only look for it slowly.

Fortunately, with his light skills, the time in the air is completely fine.

He was just afraid of attracting the attention of others.

Although this is a barren mountain and a wild mountain, there is no guarantee that there is no one else except Xia Xiaojian and Nangong Tiezhu.

When the sun was high overhead and the time had reached noon, Xinghuan finally found the cliff of last night.

Everything went well, there were no accidents, Murong Hao's body was still there.

Relieved, Xinghuan picked up Murong Hao's corpse and left.

It's a bit unsafe to burn a corpse here, it's too conspicuous.

Randomly found a cave with traces of beasts, Xing Huan took out the fire fold and blew it gently.

Murong Hao's corpse was dry and devoid of moisture, so it could easily ignite.

This made the hay he had picked up along the way useless.

Outside the cave, Xinghuan lazily leaned against the stone wall, listening to the crackling sound in his ears.

Lifting his foot, he frowned.

The boots on the feet are still the same and a little bigger.

There are no shoes worn by women in the temple.

The changes in his body made his feet much smaller and uncomfortable to wear.

At this moment, the boots are already covered with dirt before they know it.

The heavy rain three days ago was raging, leaving the deep mountains still muddy.

Looks like you'll have to change your boots.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the jungle.

The voice is fast, urgent, and powerful.

After coming back to his senses, Xinghuan looked at the past intently.

I saw a shadow shuttling quickly through the jungle......