If it is said that Fei Wu Thief is an impermanent wave, no one knows when the waves are stormy, then Ming Jin is the mountain wind that crosses the forest, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, she is anti-customer-oriented, and takes the initiative to excite Fei without thieves.

As for whether it works ....

The sword qi that slipped in the hands of Fei Wuxian was proof of this.

"Alert!!" Bi Er and Qianji, these people are already ready to go.

Ming Jin said tightly, "I'm so angry, I still haven't made a move, and I don't say anything further, that is, the goal has been achieved, come tonight, what I said tonight, just for me to hear." “

"I hear you." Her complexion was as smooth as the snow moon melting, her eyebrows and eyes were sparse, but there was no pain and vibration that she should have.

"Why aren't you leaving?"

She said that?

Is this Xie Mingjin? It seemed like it was her, and it seemed like another her.

Maybe she had always been like this, but they didn't see it.

Mingrong was a little in a trance, but after hearing the stunned thief of Na Fei, he smiled, "It seems that my senior brother put down the butcher knife in vain, and you are a child of the Xie family after all." ”

"Whose child I am doesn't affect what I decide to do after listening and speaking, I think this truth, a man like you who stands up to the sky should know better than me."

Fei Wushu sneered, "What do you mean by that?" ”

Ming Jin looked at him, continued the previous calm, and said: "If what you said is true, then even if you don't say it, I also know that it is related to the martial arts catastrophe, you mentioned that you are the person who loves the butterfly love flower, and the butterfly love flower is the beginning of my Zhaoguo martial arts, even if I haven't seen it, I don't know if I really have something to do with it, but I think it should also be the source of the martial arts spirit." ”

"The so-called martial arts is nothing more than practicing qi and blood, forging muscles and bones, condensing spirit, and then hundreds of weapons are ten miles longitudinal."

"The so-called Tao, kill with force, stop killing with force, don't kill with force, and finally pick up and put it down calmly."

"If your hatred is true, whether you want to kill me today, kill him, or kill all together, it should be a personal vendetta. Since it is private, according to the rules of martial arts, you can just pick an hour to come to the door. According to the rules of the Xie family, they cooked with each other behind closed doors. ”

"You picked the time, but it is the most blatant place and time, you have to make a big deal and provoke many people, the court, and the martial arts are all involved in you."

"You know that there has been a martial arts catastrophe, and you know that it is very difficult to restart the martial arts dynasty, why bother?"

"Unless...."

Ming Jin stared at him, "Unless your purpose tonight is not only my father and daughter, what you want is another dispute between the martial arts and the imperial court." ”

Fei Wuthief clenched the knife, his eyes flickering, and his emotions were a little unstable.

The woman in white lowered her eyes, and her fingers, as white as snow, stroked the pear pattern on the hilt of the sword.

"I still say the same thing, if what you say is true, you are a butterfly who loves flowers, then your purpose is fundamentally contrary to the morality of your identity."

"There are only three possibilities."

"One, you're not a butterfly lover at all."

"Second, you are, but the person behind you is not, and he wants you to make such a scene to meet his wishes."

"Third, he's here tonight."

After saying that, she raised her hand lightly, and the gesture...

Brush, all the Dark Guard archers prepare for archery.

"Do you retreat, or don't you retreat?"

The wind and snow are even bigger for no reason.

But Mingrong knew that no matter what Mingjin heard and how her heart was in trouble, she was always calm and always had to keep this change within a certain range.

This range can't go beyond their big house and butterfly love flowers.

If it goes beyond it, it will inevitably make a big move, and the blood will flow like a river.

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Fei Wu's sword slowly re-unsheathed, as did the sword of the woman in white.

Mingyue grabbed Mingdai's wrist and grabbed the latter in pain, but the latter didn't make a sound.

And then....

"We all want to kill Xie Yuan and destroy the Xie family."

He said.

Ming Jin: "More than that, kill people and punish hearts, using me as a chess piece." ”

The lips and teeth are cold.

Fei Wuxia smiled, "It seems that we have to be disappointed, you really don't look like us butterfly lovers at all." ”

"You retreat."

Fei Wu's smile faded and he looked at her.

"You're already shaken when I mention that you're going to implicate other people."

Ming Jin: "I believe that you are a butterfly lover of flowers, come from afar, please also step on the snow and return, it is not appropriate to kill people tonight." ”

Her tone was harsh, but always firm.

Fei Wuxia, who was standing at the head of the wall, leaned back slightly, letting the snowflakes fall on his face, as if acquiescing to her words, and his face seemed to be bitter.

"Butterflies love flowers, little broken mountains, go over the mountains to buy vegetables, my wife's supper... Big brother... Masters... There's no going back. ”

He closed his eyes, and there seemed to be a sound in the distance.

Faintly, faintly, like drinking wine.

"Read the end of the world and parting bitterly, don't return, scattered flowers are like promises...."

The woman in white has the best ear power, her complexion changes significantly, and her sword is unsheathed.

"He's here anyway... But I'm no longer a butterfly lover of flowers. ”

At that moment, Fei Wuthief's head tilted slightly, opened his eyes, the knife came out of its sheath, and jumped... Towards Ming Jin, a very sharp jump slash.

At that moment, the sword in the hand of the woman in white was walking in the snow.

The goal of the Fei Wu Thief is to be clear.

The goal of the woman in white is.... Only she could perceive it at that time.

Treading the snow without a trace, coming silently.

When he saw the shadow, he folded the knife on his back and drew it.

When he saw people, the knife was already warm with blood.

Fei Wu's broken knife fell with his severed head, blood splashed, but only stopped an inch in front of Ming Jin, the distance was just right, both dyed plum in the snow, the world and the winter night show charming, and did not dye clothes, today tonight and tonight she was speechless, she could only look at the head that rolled in front of her, breathing, and there seemed to be snow under her eyes.

But as soon as she looked up, she saw a man.

A very tall man, with a long knife and a big man with eyebrows, he stood there, so that Ming Jin, who was accustomed to seeing the soft and delicate atmosphere of the family, smelled the smell of blood and pine on the end of his nose.

She suddenly thought of the cedar hanging from the cliff face outside the hot spring pool.

Rigid and tough, but also very freehand.

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"There is no word at the bottom of the flowers, and the green window spring is not the same..."

He cut off the knife and the head of the thief with a knife, and it had already fallen in the courtyard, and when he collected the knife, it seemed that the knife qi was freely collected with this poem.

The people in the courtyard were terrified, like boiling water and oil pools.

Zhuang Wuxue and the others were even more frightened and wanted to rush into the courtyard.

Even at this time, the woman in white was already in the courtyard.

The white clothes were stained with blood, and the sword in her hand trembled slightly.

Flesh wound.

But she knew that the other party had shown mercy.

The fingertips were slightly hard, and the tip of the sword left traces on the snow layer, and she asked: "Treading the snow and slashing the sword, thirty years ago, the first person in the rivers and lakes was the second only one, you are his heir, and you are also the person who loves flowers." ”

This is an affirmative sentence.

The man glanced at her, "Butterfly Love Flower's knife skills are different from generation to generation, no matter who learns it." ”

"But you're not wrong, my master Jian Wuya crossed the sea and returned, died in battle ten years ago, I taught others separately, but it is recorded in the name of Jian Wuya, and he practiced the sword skills he passed down."

"Then, the second self is my ancestor."

Ming Jing lowered his eyes, second, this surname....