In the southwest of Jinyang City, at the junction of Jinyang City and Fan Xi City, there is a small town belonging to Fan Xi - Wuye Town.

In the sparsely populated town of Wuye, there is a small lake.

A middle-aged man dressed in a deep coat and with no features up and down stopped staggering, half-rolling and half-crawling by the nameless lake.

This person, this person who looks like a scribe, is none other than Song Jun, the famous Huangquan ferryman on the rivers and lakes!

Song Jun went to his hands and knees, gasping for breath, his eyes were full of horror.

Seeing him like this, he was obviously frightened!

Song Jun's real strength may not be the top on the mainland, but the secret weapon of this gold medal killer can definitely be ranked in the top ten in the mainland.

However, his lancet, which is known for its invisibility and extreme speed, was actually stopped by someone at the moment before hitting the target, and it was so easy, without using any spiritual power, only relying on the grasp of the timing, and confident that he would only shoot when he was in front of him, and the whole process was fast and silent!

In Song Jun's cognition, this is simply impossible for people to do!

However, the facts are in front of us.

Song Jun went to breathe for a long time before he slowly calmed down. Enduring the lingering palpitations, he slowly moved towards the small lake.

The water of the lake is very clear, as clear as the blue sky of today.

After running most of Jinyang City, I was not tired and scared to death, but I was almost thirsty.

Song Jun went to squat down by the lake, drank a good time, and washed his face, calmed down and freed up his thoughts.

Today's matter is really too unlucky, I thought that this million taels of gold was just a bag to get things, but I didn't know that person was so difficult to do!

He sat down by the lake, touched the scar on his face from the corner of his right eye to the wing of his nose according to the lake, and felt that after so many years of wandering, should he consider retreating after this order?

This defeat may be a warning.

Song Jun imagined his life after retreating, his hands unconsciously stirring in the water.

Suddenly, his hand moved, and his gaze slowly moved towards the center of the lake.

The person who landed on the water from the sky should be an immortal?

Of course, the one in white is an immortal, but the one in black is the demon king.

In fact, this is just the opinion of Song Jun and the like, if you really want to think carefully, the one in black is more like impermanence, and when the one in white is dressed in red, he is the real demon king.

Song Jun slowly stood up, except for turning around with unknown meaning, there was no big movement.

First, people like killers will never lose their coolness, and second, the unpredictable move at the beginning has completely destroyed his heart of resistance.

He clearly knew what he would bring after being caught up at this time, so he knew the ending more and more calmly.

It's just that he still doesn't want to face people who will turn out to be him.

Ye Ling's eyes remained unchanged, and he raised his hand and shook it in the direction where Song Jun went: Stagnant space.

On the other side, Song Jungo's gaze was equally calm. Mingye Lingyi only imprisoned his body, but he didn't turn his head or speak.

Next, it's waiting for death, which isn't very good.

Ye Ling walked from the surface of the lake to the shore, although she did not give birth to a lotus step by step, but she made ripples step by step - her strength was on her right arm to ensure that Feng Xiyuan would not get wet, so the strength of her feet was controlled more casually.

The lake is not big, and Ye Ling took a few steps ashore, but in order to take care of Feng Xiyuan's height, he never landed, and at the same time took the time to think about whether it was time to turn out the high heels.

Thoughts were flying, and in terms of movements, Ye Lingyi stretched out his left hand and turned his index finger downward in a random circle.

Song Jun went to turn around, to be exact, he was torn over.

Song Jun, who turned around, closed his eyes and did not say his last words.

Song Jun goes, Song Jun goes, he doesn't know how many things he has done in his life, the cycle of cause and effect, this is retribution.

Although the integrity of this thing is a bit ridiculous for a killer, and in Ye Lingyi's eyes, this person is not even an assassin.

But this did not affect Ye Lingyi's attitude to be a little solemn. temperament, but what she doesn't have, she will have a different attitude, good or bad.

But respect is respect, anger is anger, comparing the intensity of the two emotions, today, she will kill this person!

It's just—

"How?" But Ye Ling turned his head and asked Feng Xiyuan.

Feng Xiyuan's attention was always on her own hands - her hair was still not raising her eyelids at the moment: "Madame just decides." ”

This is not prevarication, Feng Xiyuan really didn't take this matter to heart. The ant tried to climb onto his boot, and although he loved it, he didn't dig so hard to find it.

But it was the lady who was angry at the moment, so it didn't hurt to burn the land.

After all, everything on this continent will be surnamed Feng, and after that, it will naturally be surnamed Ye, and Madame is in a bad mood, so it doesn't hurt to ruin it in advance.

Ye Ling was silent for a moment, and her left hand wrapped around his waist from the front, looking like she was hugging him from a distance.

By the time Twilight left her left hand, the hilt of her sword, which had been tied with her hair, was in her right hand. This Biluo has always been in her hands, but she didn't see Feng Xiyuan saying that she wanted to go back.

Ye Lingyi hooked the strand of hair that belonged to him and pulled it out of his hand.

This is a sudden change, Feng Xiyuan looked at the sword that was forcibly stuffed in his hand and the hand that was covered on the back of his hand, and blinked: "It's Madam who wants to kill someone." ”

"You're the one who should be killed." Spit out this sentence without thinking, Ye Lingyi didn't say more, raised his hand, and the force on his toes was not great.

The sword went into the heart, there was a barrier, but it didn't matter.

The distance is very close, so close that Song Jun can see these two thrilling faces clearly.

But in his eyes it was not an unexpected relief, but unwillingness.

"It is your true honor to die at his hands." Ye Lingyi's special patience with the dead began to haunt him again.

Feng Xiyuan blinked her phoenix eyes, looking a little innocent: "Madam, I never kill people casually." This is a slight disgust, but it seems to be a supplement to what Ye Lingyi said.

Ye Lingyi pulled back the strands of hair that had been pulled into his hands again at some point, and he didn't intend to pay attention to this hypocritical person.

"Beyond the skyfall, there is a wider area of dust, and the realm of dust has the name of the empire. The emperor of the young Yue sent the king in person, you should indeed feel honored. ”

This is not what Ye Lingyi said, but it doesn't matter.

Song Jungo's eyes widened instantly, looking at the man in white who was as docile as a rabbit in front of him, the emperor? How can it be!

The hypocritical Qi Xian once again wrapped Ye Lingyi's hair around her fingertips, and was shocked by the doubts of the people who were close at hand, but she ignored it completely.

No matter how much Song Jun refuses to believe it, this breath will always go.

Ye Ling drew his sword with force on his wrist and returned to the same place with Feng Xiyuan.

The confinement of the space is still there, yes, he has never said a word until he dies, and he is still standing.

Lingyi's focus was no longer here, she tilted her head slightly, facing the person who had just spoken.

What made her a little strange was that the voice just now sounded clearly a young man from a distance, but what was the matter with this old man with a cane?

Moreover, Ye Lingyi squinted, and a slightly dim light slipped through her purple eyes, knowing Feng Xiyuan's true identity......

"The grass people see Your Majesty, see the princess." The old man didn't seem to feel Ye Lingyi's compulsive gaze, and knelt down tremblingly on crutches.

These two titles are put together, which is really weird and embarrassing, but Yu Ye Lingyi, I am afraid that if he says something else, she will be even more embarrassed.

"Get up." Feng Xiyuan's mind is always on the hair between his fingers. Ye Lingyi smoked twice to no avail, so she didn't care about him anymore.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The old man with a young voice stood up tremblingly.

"How's it going?" Feng Xiyuan glanced at it lightly and asked casually.

The wrinkles on the old man's face trembled obviously, but not frightened, but joyful.

"Back to Your Majesty, it has already been prepared." The young man's voice and the old man's tone and speed of speech were really not ordinary torment.

"Well," Feng Xiyuan didn't give any special emotions, "lead the way." ”

The old man bowed his head and said yes, turned around and walked towards Wuye Town.

Ye Ling grabbed Feng Xiyuan and floated up without saying anything, he would tell her what he should say sooner or later, she was not in a hurry to ask.

It's just that the information that Xishui has just called up: a young man's voice and an old man's face, a ghost hand tailor, and a person who has a fight with her in a vague manner.

This garment is never worn out, is it going to be a garment? Let the great tailor of the world, who can't ask for anything, prepare something to invite him?

Dare to be a little more hypocritical!

******

Along the remote alley, he turned around into a small courtyard at the bottom of the alley, followed the ghost tailor into the room, and Ye Lingyi naturally put Feng Xiyuan on the couch on the side. Of course, I didn't forget to lay out a velvet blanket in my sights.

But just as she was about to get up, the person who had been pulling her hair all the way suddenly lifted the strand of hair behind her, and the sleeves of the dark cloud pattern were very coincidentally hanging in front of her.

The heart-warming aroma instantly came into his mind, and Ye Lingyi fell headlong into Feng Xiyuan's arms without the ability to resist, which was the price of not being defenseless against this person.

Feng Xiyuan grabbed Ye Lingyi's waist and legs, took her sideways, and found a comfortable position for her, and also found a comfortable position for herself to lean.

The ghost tailor who looks at the nose and nose and the heart below, even if he looks up, he can only see a back of Ye Lingyi.

"People have seen it." Feng Xiyuan stuffed a soft pillow behind her.

"Your Majesty Mingjian, what Weichen invited, it is really a last resort." The ghost hand tailor knelt tremblingly.

"At the latest, you have to let me see one of your clothes or your head." Feng Xiyuan said slowly.

The ghost tailor's face trembled even more. Well, he's thinking too much, this is still their cold-blooded emperor who kills wantonly.

"Weichen, Leader." The ghost hand tailor kowtowed tremblingly, got up tremblingly, and retreated tremblingly.

When he opened and closed the door, his hands were bathed in the sun, and the jade bones and ice muscles that appeared at first glance were strangely softer than his daughter's hands!

The ghost hand tailor walked tremblingly, and when he passed by the window, he saw that the window opened without wind, and the sunlight shone on the two people who were sleeping in each other's arms, which was dazzlingly beautiful.

There really is a woman by Your Majesty's side, and the ghost tailor shook his head.

Hey, Master Absolute Doctor! This one, it is said that he is not a good match.

The ghost tailor shook his head again, what does this matter to him, he is a dressmaker.

What should worry about His Majesty's mind should be the group of ministers who have been stealing people in the harem all these years! When this main palace returns to the court with His Majesty, it can be seen that it is a bloody storm!

The ghost tailor pushed open another door in the courtyard, and threw away the cane in his hand very casually, and in an instant, the wrinkles on his face seemed to come to life.

When he went back to Yincheng to invite him, the patron at that time was still a little girl who had not grown up, and now for nearly three years, this person's figure has really developed well.

In this way, after half a year to completely tentatively determine the figure, you can consider the dress of the emperor's wedding in advance.

******

At the beginning of the unitary hour, I slept for an afternoon before I woke up slowly.

Habit is such a terrible thing that can make her lose the alertness she has cultivated for years, and she will wake up with a two-second gap.

For more than ten seconds, Ye Lingyi didn't realize what it was like for her to huddle in someone's arms while she was hugging her waist.

For a killer who is used to being in a state of high tension for 86,400 seconds a day, and even more so a person with an international blood notice, this state is really a terrible thing.

"Madame is awake." A lazy and lingering natural voice came from overhead, and it was a slight hoarseness that only people who had just woken up.

Ye Lingyi instinctively shook off the butterfly knife in his hand and stopped suddenly. Then, the knife was retracted into her sleeve.

This is not Earth, there are no wanted warrants and death roundabouts;

The person in her arms was her man, and she realized that she was already a man she liked, and she could try to give someone she trusted.

Ye Lingyi sat up on the couch, and the deep contemplation in her eyes faded with her movements.

Feng Xiyuan's phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, and he woke up when she just woke up, and naturally felt the murderous aura released from her whole body all of a sudden.

hooked Ye Lingyi's hair between her fingers, and helped her sort out her slightly messy robe with her other hand, Feng Xiyuan's voice was slightly hoarse: "I'm afraid that Mrs. will feel bored, so I choose to take a nap with Mrs. first." ”

From sleeping in the morning to now, is this still called a nap?

Catching a language loophole, Ye Ling cleared up a little more and began to carefully figure out what happened today.

She chased the lake because of the lancet, and it happened that the ghost tailor was here, and it just so happened that the things that Feng Xiyuan asked him to prepare were all done, so they followed.

Then there was probably something to avoid her, so I put her down very casually.

The process, yes, yes, except for too many coincidences together, nothing unreasonable.

But shouldn't you wake her up when it's all over? So casually, he slept with her all day in someone else's house, what about his cleanliness!

In the time when Ye Ling was complaining expressionlessly, the sun finally reluctantly returned home.

Feng Xiyuan also sat up from the couch and lit the candle on the side, recalling Ye Lingyi's mind.

There is no cold and pain, only light and him.

Ruoshui once compared and evaluated her, Feng Xiyuan and Yue Luojiu, although she didn't think that the hellish word "cold charm" was right for her, but she still agreed with Yue Luojiu "charm" and Feng Xiyuan "clear charm".

At present, this beauty who has just woken up from a shallow sleep is indeed clear and charming, belonging to the immortal and unattainable.

"It's not going to get stuffy." These are the words of the pick-up party. Passing the time is her first thing to do besides killing.

Feng Xiyuan smiled softly and was noncommittal: "Then the right should be to nourish your spirit tonight." ”

After straightening Ye Lingyi's hair, Feng Xiyuan led her down from the bed, and the white clothes and black clothes were intertwined and turned behind the screen.

However, after turning the screen, what caught the eye was not the expected scene behind the screen, but a perfect smiling face of Erya who turned sideways in front of him.

Ye Lingyi was slightly stunned, Feng Xiyuan took the opportunity to take her hand to cover her vision, walked behind her, wrapped her slender waist with the other hand, lowered her head and touched her earlobe with her thin lips, and then put down her hand and exhaled like an orchid: "Madam, take a look, do you still like it?" ”