After a long time, when the oblique moon gradually turned into a white disc and lay across the night, a figure bathed in the soft moonlight, like a spirit in the night, swept through the treetops like lightning and landed on the top of the mountain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The figure looked very thin, and judging from the outfit, the person who came was a woman. On her head, black hair, shawl hanging, and a hollow jade hairpin was stuck diagonally in her bun at the same time. The color of the jade hairpin is round, and the jade hairpin will flow out of emerald green light from time to time under the clear silver light. Through the light, you can vaguely see that on the jade hairpin, there are mysterious runes, which makes the entire emerald green jade hairpin look very mysterious.

The dark black tulle lightly covers the woman's face, making it difficult to see her face clearly, but those bright and aura eyes make people can't help but think that the woman must have a beautiful face, which may eclipsate the full moon in the sky.

The man raised his head and fixed his gaze on the thin woman, his black eyes were very bright, and for a moment it seemed to reflect the bright stars in the night.

"You're here......" The man bowed his head slightly, the pottery wine jug in his hand was slightly deflected at an angle, and a stream of elixir like gurgling water flowed down from the mouth of the pot and fell into the fluorescent and flickering wine glass, his voice was very soft, with a heavy magnetic sense, as if he was greeting an old friend.

"The cellar is a hundred-year-old daughter red, full of aroma, the most suitable for greeting guests, are you interested in drinking at the same table? How about a drink first? With a wave of the man's hand, a glass of wine was held up by an invisible force and slowly fell in front of the woman.

The woman did not answer, but held out a finger and pointed it on the glass. The wine glass flew back again, castration quickly, and the fluorescent blink back in front of the man, and the air suddenly let out a screech of being cut. After a long time, the wine glass burst open, and the crack was very smooth, as if it had been cut through the middle by a sharp axe.

The glass was split in half, like the petals of a flower being torn, but the elixir in it was suspended on the stone table, and it was not spilled at all. Less leaning, a trace of fire seeped out of the elixir, and instantly turned into flames.

The man watched all this calmly, his eyes were unwavering, and even the sudden appearance of flames almost touched his face. Raising his hand, he tilted his head, and another glass of wine was poured into his belly.

"You've hunted me down for exactly ten years so far. Is it difficult to invite a pot of turbid wine? The man sighed, his tone was very lonely, and there was an air of loneliness on his body. That kind of loneliness is full of loneliness and loneliness, which is the precipitation of the years, which makes people unforgettable at a glance.

The woman still didn't speak, but her eyes swept over the stone table, a little surprised. Because several exquisite dishes on the table, without exception, are her favorite dishes.

"I guess the two of us should be able to be friends, going around and around for ten years of hunting, I'm tired, and I'm sure so are you. There's no way to tell the winner, so why not sit down and have a good talk. ”

"What to talk about? Just ask, the world is so big, who dares to drink at the same table with the zombie king? I don't know what the courage of other capable people is, but I, Xuanyuan Xiyao, definitely don't have this guts. The woman spoke, her eyes pointed at the man like a sharp sword. The silent mountains began to fill with a heavy killing machine.

"Do you want to fight again tonight?" The man frowned, a little pain inadvertently appeared in his eyes, and his face was slashed with a knife and axe, although he was still handsome, he looked very haggard and heartbroken, "It's this feeling again, why did she want to kill me, I'm not angry at all, is this what mortals call feelings?" ”

"The Xuanyuan family has taken it as their responsibility to keep the right and the evil for generations, and I understand your kindness." I don't know when, Xuanyuan Xiyao's tone changed, it was still very cold, but the killing intent didn't seem to be as strong as Fang Cai.

"What is good and what is evil? Zombies are nothing more than people who have been rejected by the will of heaven and earth, that's how I see it. It seems to me that how many hypocrites in the world have committed heinous sins, not only are they too numerous to mention, but they are even worse than beasts. ”

"It's just clever words, good is good, evil is evil, can it be said that you are kind today, and you can change the fact that you are a zombie? And the ancestral training is difficult to disobey, you are a zombie, and you are destined to be the evil thing that my Xuanyuan family must get rid of, so I can't bear your hospitality. “

A sharp sword appeared in the woman's hand, several sword lights flashed, and the woman had already jumped towards the pavilion.

"Hey......" The man sighed faintly, is it a sigh? Is it helplessness? I can't tell, I can't tell! The pain between the eyebrows is very real!

Hao Jingyu has always been a bystander, watching the two, obviously the body is sleeping, but the consciousness is unusually clear, the only regret is that this is a pantomime, he can't hear the conversation between the two in the dream, but he knows very well that the man in the dream should have feelings for the woman.

As an outsider, the so-called bystander Qing, Hao Jingyu can see that in the fighting scene of the past 20 years, the man has deliberately released the water many times, otherwise the woman has the opportunity to chase and kill him, maybe the first time they meet, the woman should be dead.

Sure enough, when a man slaps a knife and is about to cut a woman's neck, his hand will always beat slowly, or simply try his best to make a move with an old appearance, take the initiative to meet the woman's sword light, willing to be chopped away, willing to be stabbed by the woman. The man in the dream is not simple, he has a strong self-healing ability, almost a second ago, the woman stabbed him in the shoulder with a sword, and before the blood began to flow out, the wound on the shoulder healed.

A golden talisman flew out of the woman's hand, Hao Jingyu knew that the dream was about to end, and the man's hand would once again grab the tulle on the woman's face, and he would rather be split by the talisman than take a look at the pretty face under the tulle.

Every time the dream came to an end, Hao Jingyu would feel his mind being pulled, and he could clearly feel his heartbeat accelerating, because he didn't know when he wanted to know, who was the face under the veil? Is it Xuanyuan Xiaoying? I don't know why, this idea is irrepressible, just looking at the posture, Hao Jingyu will not hesitate to believe that the woman in the dream is Xuanyuan Xiaoying.

The golden thunder, thicker than the grinding disc, slashed the man, and his hand finally grabbed the tulle.

"It's time to finish." Every time the picture of the dream is frozen here, it will end. For twenty years, without exception.

"Huh......" Hao Jingyu sighed softly, his consciousness had not been withdrawn from the dream for the first time, "Could it be that tonight's dream can confirm my conjecture?" ”

Hao Jingyu stared at the man's hand quietly, suddenly his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and a feeling of suffocation swayed from his heart, he felt his neck being pinched by an invisible force, and it was difficult to breathe.

An iron rope suddenly shuttled out of the void, the iron hook on it shook slightly, the edge was pulled straight, like a sword lightning rushed out, the man's hand was still in the face and pulled the mask, and his heart was like a blessing to the soul of an alarm, a long roar, two fangs stretched out from the man's mouth, and the golden inch also overflowed from his eyes, and the breath revealed by his body was incomparable.

The disc in the canopy, I don't know when, it turned out to be weirdly red, very charming! The man's hands instantly grabbed Xuanyuan Xiyao's arms, and the two shifted their shapes, and the iron rope changed from piercing to Xuanyuan Xiyao's back to aiming at the man's back.

In the man's incredulous eyes, the iron rope penetrated through his back, the same unbelievers, and Xuanyuan Xiyao, what kind of sharp weapon can penetrate Allah? Blood spilled from her chest, and the man's face trembled, caressing the veil, but it was not lifted after all.

Xuanyuan Xiyao's eyes began to drift, and he soon lost his luster completely.

"I want you to die, I want your soul to be burned forever, and I want to completely erase the traces of your existence in this heaven and earth."

A long roar, the man's drive was shocked, the iron rope was shocked out of his body, he walked into the pavilion with Xuanyuan Xiyao in his arms, a line of tears slipped from his golden eyes, his heart was very painful, like being pricked by needles, he finally knew that he had lived a life of being hunted down for ten years, he was willing, the two were chasing, they were used to each other's existence, he would never be a killer, and women were the same, never applied to the family bloodline secret technique.

Of course, for a man, if the Feng Clan's secret technique wants to pose a threat to him, at least the bloodline must be turned into one, no matter what, this is Xuanyuan Xiyao's intention. Neither of them knows if they are in love with each other, this kind of game is like hide and seek, which makes the two addicted.

Hao Jingyu also seemed to feel the man's pathos, and even wondered if he was not insistent and wanted to explore the face under the tulle in his dream, everything would not happen. Is a dream something that ever happened?

A figure came from a distance in the air, and the figure was very blurry, no matter how Hao Jingyu looked, he couldn't see it clearly. But it was very strange that his consciousness seemed to be condensed with the man in the dream at this moment, looking at the figure, not only disgusted and hateful, but also wanted to twist the figure's neck.

The mask finally slipped off, although it was only half, Hao Jingyu was as if he had been struck by thunder.

A loud roar of "Xiaoying ......" emanated from the guest room, penetrating the sound insulation effect of the room, impacting in the attic and spreading to the street, lasting for a long time.