Feeling everyone's gaze, the two silently put down their chopsticks. Lao Hei looked at everyone indifferently, his eyes collided with everyone in the mirror division, "We know that we are wrong, and we are willing to take responsibility, so you can scold if you want, you can do whatever you want, and we are willing to accept the next arrangements." So, you say. ”

Although the nurse did not speak, she also nodded symbolically. Both of them quietly waited for the next criticism, but they heard a soft sound of the bell first, which was the sound of the bowl and chopsticks colliding, Yan Xi picked up a piece of sweet and sour meat and put it in the bowl, "Look at what, aren't you hungry?" I'm starving to death with Staysuki, so let's eat it and discuss the next thing after eating. ”

Saying that, Yan Xi also put a piece of chicken wings in Zhang Yue's bowl, this wife's virtuous behavior frightened everyone. Zhang Yue was also stunned for a while, before picking up the chicken wings and putting them in her mouth, and secretly said in her heart: It's really fragrant.

The director moved his chopsticks, and everyone gradually let go, and after a while, the familiar dinner table culture of the mirror division returned. Lao Hei is still competing with rabbits to eat, and as the nurse of the main palace, she calmly obtains things from the competition between the two, and vividly explains the truth of the snipe and clam competing for the benefit of the fisherman for the sake of the mirror division.

Yan Xi took a handful of virtuous favors, and returned to his original form, and began to pick vegetables from Zhang Yue's bowl beside him, and only sandwiched meat, and did not touch those green vegetables, gradually, Zhang Yue began to eat only green vegetables, stunned not to clip meat, Yan Xi glanced helplessly, and had to obediently start eating green vegetables. Everyone felt that the reason why Yan Xi's weight had not increased significantly over the years was due to Zhang Yue's constant supervision, especially at the dinner table. In the deep cave, there is ice and snow all around, one by one icicles are pulled up from the ground, the height is different, the short may only be a few centimeters, the height may also be a few zhang high, the icicles bloom on the crystal flowers, reflecting the sky shot, has been dimmed light, stunned to amplify this hard-won light, barely illuminate this cave. The deeper the cave went, the cooler the temperature became, and the ice was like a mirror, reflecting the faces of people, and all of them were the same, because they were all alone.

It was a beautiful face, if you ignore the unhealthy pale, and the black of the lips, the strong chromatic difference formed by the impact of black and white, makes this face lose some of its beauty, and add a trace of horror color. He sat on a chair carved from ice and snow, dressed in a gorgeous robe, his ice-blue hair hung down, and the ends of his hair were stained with hoarfrost, and the dim light set him off like a sealed demon king, and like a deep resentful woman who was beaten into the cold palace and abandoned. He is obviously a man, but between his eyebrows, he has a grievance and amorous style that women can't match.

In fact, he is a drama, who has sung Hua Dan for most of his life, more beautiful than women, more delicate than women, and more understanding of men than women. It's a pity that he is not a man after all, so he sang by that man's side for ten years, and he didn't worship heaven and earth with him. That man married a woman, not as beautiful as him, not as delicate as him, and not as good as he knew that man, but it was she who was in the cave with that person. Since then, he no longer sang for that man, he began to sing to the demon, sang once, received a demon life, he became a strange spirit person, and became the elder of the Lingdao Alliance Elders' House who killed the most demons - Hua Xizi. A hundred years later, he retired and returned to this cave, remembering that it was here that the man picked him up in the first place.

Hua Xizi hadn't opened his mouth for a long time, his throat became dry, he looked at his face on the ice, and wondered if it was hard for him to sing now? Just as he was about to open his mouth, the ice suddenly cracked, and cracks were torn open to form a paragraph, which looked like someone was hiding in a corner and writing on the ice with a sword. Hua Xizi read this sentence, and her already pale face became even whiter. The passage reads, "Bai Xing and An Jing were killed. ”

It's a very short sentence, but it has a lot of meanings. Hua Xizi was silent for a long time, waved his hand, and the ice and snow were summoned, and quickly gathered in Hua Xizi's beating five fingers, and as its rhythm began to change, a snow makeup table was formed in a short time, and there were a variety of cosmetics on it. Hua Xizi is going to sing. No one wants to hear him sing, because he sings only to the dead.

……

The sparse light, coming from the distant horizon, spread across the quiet alley, leaving patches of dusk and shadows. There is a shadow that is particularly large, and it is the perfect cooperation between the light and an old banyan tree, leaving shade for those in the shadow in the hot summer.

In the shadows, two old men sat cross-legged, playing a pair of chess, and they were fighting hard. The bald old man grabbed a horse and hesitated to exchange a cannon with the old urchin on the opposite side with a sly smile on his face. Anyway, martial arts dramas often say that the old man who plays chess may be a hidden master, and the master playing chess is naturally unfathomable, and he can't be disturbed, so he can only watch it seriously.

But the child, after all, was a child, and could not sit still at all, and after staying up for a few minutes, they were defeated one after another, and ran away with a cry of joy. The two old men just shouted from afar: "Dog baby, go home early for dinner!" ”

The figure of the child ran at the junction of light and shadow, and two old men shouted loudly in the shadows, waving their thin arms, and one of the bald old men had a chess piece between his index fingers. Not far away, an old man wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses, with a big beard, held a SLR steadily, pressed the shutter, and just took this picture, he looked down and checked it, and smiled with satisfaction. He had been waiting for this moment, and finally captured him, he was very satisfied, took the camera and looked at the harvest of the day, and left silently.

He was Guo Maofeng, a photographer, and this was after his retirement, and before his retirement, he was the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Lingdao League and a member of the House of Elders. Guo Maofeng is a legendary figure, otherwise he would not be qualified to enter the House of Elders, with the position of Minister of Foreign Affairs is not enough, the reason why he entered the House of Elders is simply because he is very rich. How rich is it? If his home is raided, he can ask the Spirit Alliance Research Institute to restart at least ten research projects that have been shelved because of money, and once these research plans are successful, they can allow the Spirit Alliance to step into another era. This is the most commendable thing about Guo Maofeng, he is a businessman, a successful businessman.

After retiring, he was far less high-profile than before, but did what he loves most, travel and photography. Guo Maofeng used to be a member of the House of Elders, in addition to being rich, his strength is naturally not weak, he has the ability to fly anywhere in the world, but he has never done it before to walk around the world like this, so he likes this kind of leisurely time very much, and the business affairs have been left by him to the company's subordinates to take care of themselves. He is not worried about the company being swallowed up, anyway, he has enough family property to support himself and his future generations. Guo Maofeng's life can be summed up in one sentence, "If you have money, you can really do whatever you want."

Guo Maofeng walked very slowly, as if he was reluctant to let go of the peace that was revealed in this alley all the time, especially after dusk, which always made people can't help but slow down and make people lazy, this may be the power of nature! Guo Maofeng stretched his waist, and even thought about whether to find a random family to spend the night, he was a little too lazy to walk back to the hotel, after all, there was still some distance. Just as he was thinking, the sudden ringing of the mobile phone in his pocket interrupted his thoughts, he frowned, a little displeased, he used to be a diplomat who was busy answering the phone and talking about business with the person on the other end of the phone. But out of politeness, Guo Maofeng still connected the phone, and a male voice came, a voice he was very familiar with, and a voice that he didn't want to hear in his life, told him something that he didn't want to happen in his life.

"Bai Xing and An Jing were killed."

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Yin Buzheng put down his phone and sat on the toilet, with a faint incense lingering on the tip of his nose, in the toilet. He didn't rush out, but digested the news he had just heard at the reception, cold sweat condensed on his forehead, even the deep wrinkles could not stop it, still dripping down, across his face, on his chin, and finally dripping on the collar of his white shirt, leaving a sweat stain. The white shirt in the suit jacket had been wet and sticky to his body, making him very uncomfortable, so he had to untie his tie and breathe through the first opening on the collar, and the cold air of the air conditioner poured into it, making his body tremble suddenly, and the coolness rose sharply, and the cold sweat not only did not stop, but rose more and more.

There are many people who have retired from the House of Elders this time, and Yin Buzheng is the most reluctant one. Therefore, even after retirement, he likes to get together with his colleagues who used to struggle in officialdom to listen to the news in the officialdom now, and then he heard about An Jing's death. Not long ago, after knowing the news of Bai Xing's death, Yin Buzheng began to lie restless, this time he came to inquire about some gossip about this matter, but he didn't expect to learn about another death.

Death of a white punishment may not be nothing, and another death of peace. Yin Buzheng is afraid, who knows if the next one will be himself? Other people may not think so, but he will, because he knows what kind of secret there is, or rather, only he knows what kind of story he has with Bai Xing and An Jing. Yin is not right.

Flower Creek.

Guo Maofeng.

There are only three names left on the list, and one stroke after another is like a knife cutting a sword, revealing a trace of killing intent, and the powerful pen force is about to penetrate this paper. The names of the other two, An Jing and Bai Xing, had dimmed, crossed out in red, and lost their vitality, just like themselves.