Chapter Thirty-Seven: Dead Man, Dead Man

The twilight sank in the west, and the clear waves of Yunmeng flowed into the darkness together.

The full moon has long since hung in the sky, and the stars have dimmed.

The clear light is sprinkled on the glazed tiles of the roof, sprinkled in the secluded and uninhabited lonely alleys, and sprinkled on the dense willow tops.

Yunmeng has an open atmosphere, and men and women who love each other can't swagger hand in hand in the city, but a man and a woman walk side by side, and passers-by naturally see it clearly.

Han Yunxi wore a mask and roamed the streets unscrupulously. She had a freshly bought mahogany sword hanging from her waist and a folding fan in her hand. striding forward with her head held high, although she had no place to change out of the hookah-colored Luo skirt, but this all-over temperament was already quite a bit of a heroine.

"Alas, I didn't expect the eldest lady of the Baozhentang family to be married again today." Han Yuli was a little annoyed, yawned twice in a row, and then stretched his waist again, "I knew that Baozhentang didn't recruit relatives today, so I might as well go to the school field to ride a horse." Speaking of which, I think it's really bad luck today, first I was scolded by my master early in the morning, I finally managed to deal with him, and I was scolded by my eldest brother when I went out. Now the excitement is gone. ”

Now Han Yuli's old master is in the study facing him who was painted with a big turtle in the bronze mirror.

"Listening to the tone of the second cousin, it's quite a pity. Could it be that the second cousin is in love with the eldest lady of the treasure hall? ”

"Yunxi, don't make fun of me. It's okay if others don't understand me, but I treat you like a sister who is closer than my own sister. You should know, I'm not interested in women. ”

Han Yunxi and Han Yuli both wore masks on their faces, one black and the other white. It's a combination of black and white.

Fortunately, with the mask, Han Yuli couldn't see that Han Yunxi was holding back a smile again.

"Yun Xi naturally understands Brother Yuli's ambitions. Brother Yu Li galloped all his heart to serve the country, full of enthusiasm, and his enthusiasm for serving the country this time, Yun Xi has always admired it. Han Yunxi gestured towards Han Yuli.

"That's nature! I'm a Destiny hero. Han Yuli likes Han Yunxi very much because she is different from her sister and her mother.

She will not persuade her to earn fame by studying, she has always supported his desire to gallop on the battlefield in the future and defend his family and country.

Looking at the radiant Han Yuli, Han Yunxi suddenly remembered the oath she had made when she first came to this world. She was supposed to be a rich businesswoman, but then she realized how stupid she was. She doesn't need such an identity at all.

Thinking so, she remembered the days when she used to desperately hunt down the murderer and hunt down the fugitives day and night.

Hard, but happy.

"Then may I ask your Destiny Heroes, where are you going next? You can't just sneak out and go back to Mingxianglou. ”

Han Yuli shook his head, signaling that he didn't know.

But when he looked up, he saw a full moon in the sky. The moonlight was as clear as a veil tonight, but at most it was cast on the glazed tiles of the roof.

"There it is!" Han Yuli clapped his hands suddenly, and then took Han Yunxi's hand and jumped with her to Langfang in the market.

"Ahh Not to mention that she has just finished eating a bowl of Yangchun noodles now.

"Yunxi, why did you become so heavy, I had to drag you hard." Han Yuli muttered, and then he hugged Han Yunxi and landed on a pavilion on the higher level of Yunmeng.

Han Yunxi listened, and unceremoniously punched Han Yuli in the chest.

"It hurts—" Han Yuli clutched his chest. However, this is also the second point he likes about Han Yunxi's little sister.

She's a girl who can do two tricks with him.

The corners of Han Yunxi's mouth rose, "In the future, I dare to say that I am fat, and you are thin." ”

She then removed her mask and sat down cross-legged.

The scene in front of her will never be forgotten in her life.

The moonlight is like practice, and the silver is sprinkled on the glazed tiles of various colors, and each glazed tile is shining with dazzling brilliance, which is no less than the stars in the sky. The shops on this street are all big merchants, and the roofs are all paved with glazed tiles.

The eaves are connected to the eaves, and the streamers and streamers are combined.

It is no exaggeration to say that each piece of glazed tile is just like a five-color flower, overflowing with brilliance under the quiet and beautiful moon. And the glazed tiles are clearly stained with some moisture, hazy on the transparent colored tiles.

It's like a sea of damp flowers.

Han Yunxi was in the sea of flowers created by money, and he suddenly felt that his life was satisfied.

"What's the matter, this glazed night scene didn't disappoint you."

Han Yunxi naturally nodded heartily,

"How's it going, beauty?" Han Yuli stood on top of the highest half-curved eaves that arched inward.

The long sword is in hand, the cold light is flickering, the breeze is blowing, the clothes are fluttering, and the black shadow stands alone, standing above the night. His hair fluttered in the wind, but he didn't move.

The moonlight floated like a light veil, and the silver wave shone on his resolute face.

Han Yunxi looked at the young man in front of him, and an idea sprouted in his heart.

If he hadn't been her cousin, she would have fallen in love with him.

Hearing that there was no movement behind him, Han Yuli thought that something had happened to Han Yunxi. She was so thin, just like the thin kitten he had saved when he first saw her, I was really afraid that she would be blown away by a gust of wind.

Han Yuli turned around, but saw Han Yunxi's clear and clean eyes looking at him intently.

He gently floated back to Han Yunxi's side without a sound, which showed that his skills were profound.

"What's wrong? You don't like it? Han Yuli looked down at Han Yunxi.

"Nothing. On the contrary, I was very happy. Han Yunxi's eyes were inexplicably red, and she knew very well why she wanted to cry.

There is a cousin who treats her as a treasure and takes her to see such a beautiful scenery, she has no reason not to be moved.

"It's not cold today." Han Yuli leaned over his whole face, his eyelashes were very long, and the heat exhaled from his facial contours and the smell of meat buns were sprayed on Han Yunxi's face, and then he rubbed his big hand in front of Han Yunxi's forehead. "I don't have a fever either."

"I have a fever! I'll burn you! Han Yunxi stretched out his fist and smashed it towards Han Yuli's lifeless face.

Han Yuli also flew away, and Han Yunxi didn't even touch a single strand of his hair.

"The so-called eating a trench grows a wisdom. Sister, you're still a little tender, let's practice for a few more years. ”

Han Yunxi doesn't eat that, just now she has limitations in her movements.

When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, she really isn't afraid of anyone.

Han Yunxi leaned over first, and then a whirlwind leg rushed towards Han Yuli, and Han Yuli was overturned on the spot.

Only Han Yuli, who has been rolling in the mud pit and sand since he was a child, with rough skin and thick flesh and a lot of skin and flesh, can resist Han Yunxi's kick.

"Fighting under the moon?" Han Yuli shook his hair, then scraped the corners of his mouth with the back of his thumb and thumb, and squatted half-way above the roof beam, ready to fight.

"Are you coming?" Han Yunxi tightened his sleeves, revealing two delicate lotus arms, and then rolled up his trousers.

"Come on, come on."

As soon as one fell, another sounded again.

"Dead man, dead man. Come on, dead people. ”

The streets were already crowded, but now they are even more chaotic.

"What's going on?"

"It seems that someone has committed a murder, you take me down quickly." Han Yunxi's nose seemed to have smelled the familiar smell of blood.