Liuke Village, located north of Taiping Mountain and east of Xiaoshui, is the most prosperous village on the road from the closed city to Xianzhou Mansion. Liuke Village used to be under the rule of the closed city, and later the Xianzhou government took a fancy to its geographical location and economic value, and directly divided it. Now Liuke Village is under the rule of Xianzhou Prefecture.

Zhao Yu and Qiu Chang live in the south of Liuke Village, which is adjacent to Taiping Mountain and is relatively sparsely populated.

Probably after the heavy rain, the weather added a layer of coolness. Zhao Yu sat in a grass pavilion wearing a light fur, and watched a lonely goose fly south in the air with a confused gaze.

A gust of wind blew down a tree's jade dew flowers, and the snow-white petals fluttered with the wind like snowflakes, falling on her light pale green light fur, which instantly added a touch of vitality to this bleak autumn season, and immediately became picturesque.

There is an attic twenty meters away from the grass pavilion, and there is a girl who plucks the piano and sings a song "Saihongqiu".

A pair of purple swallows carved beams shoulder to shoulder,

A pair of pink butterflies on the flower bush take advantage of each other,

A pair of mandarin ducks cross their necks on the water,

A pair of tiger cats sit together on an embroidered stool.

looked at the touching feelings, and couldn't help but be hard,

Deserted and lonely.

The cool song drifted in the wind, and instantly amazed the depression of autumn. Listening to the singing, Zhao Yu couldn't help but think of the man she loved deeply, and remembered those beautiful pasts.

Her gaze fell on the attic, and a pot of Ping Qiuying was blooming. She sighed gloomily: "Fortunately, this little girl still doesn't know the grievances of the world, and the red dust is desolate, otherwise she wouldn't have sung such a brisk song." ”

However, when she said this, she didn't know that she herself was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old woman, but she used such a sophisticated tone to comment on other people's state of mind.

She was in her own trance.

Under the blue sky, a black shadow came slowly in the autumn breeze and landed on the stump of the dead tree next to the grass pavilion, and his sharp eyes looked at Zhao Yu coldly through a mask.

Zhao Yu didn't look at him either, but looked at his white and slender fingers casually, and said with a smile: "Yan You, your speed is slow again, didn't Hou Ye find out?" ”

In the flying flowers like broken snow, her smile had a faint coldness.

Yan You didn't answer, his eyes fell on the attic, and after a long time, he replied lightly: "It's not your turn to put your beak in my business, what about the things that Master Hou wants?" ”

Zhao Yu was not annoyed, and chuckled: "Also, in the end, the matter of the Hou Ye is the most important." She pulled out an oiled paper bag from her bosom, "So, what do I want?" ”

Yan You raised his hand, and a porcelain vase drew a graceful arc in the air and fell into Zhao Yu's hand. Zhao Yu opened it and sniffed it, before throwing the oil paper bag in his hand to Yan You.

Yan You took the things and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Zhao Yu hurriedly stopped her.

Yan You stopped, but did not turn around.

Zhao Yu stood up, the hem of his pale green clothes was raised, his face was condensed, and his voice was calm: "I want to see Master Hou." ”

Yan You turned around and looked at her with ridicule in his eyes: "How can Master Hou be able to see you if you want to?" ”

Zhao Yu leaned slightly, and his voice became indifferent: "Yan You, do you think it's appropriate to make decisions for your master as a minion?" ”

Yan You's face turned pale, and his gaze shot at her like a sharp sword.

Zhao Yu smiled at the corner of his lips and looked at him fearlessly.

"Hibiscus City, a water." After a long time, Yan You still told her the address, but the voice was a little gritted, and then walked away.

Zhao Yu rubbed the porcelain vase and smiled bitterly, it seems that she has never been a popular person.

But all this happened thanks to the person he loved the most, and this pair of bloody hands could only fight alone in the future.

Nanyun Tang, the owner of Yungui Mountain Villa, was killed in the Star Picking Pavilion. Now, the lockdown has become a mess, if it weren't for her clever killing methods and leaving no traces, otherwise she would have fallen into the pursuit of Yungui Villa.

Zhao Yu looked at the falling flowers like snow all over the ground, and sighed silently.

Since she was subject to the sect master of the Elite Palace, the imperial court Qi An waited for a hundred miles to be peerless, this man who once loved her and was happy with her. She has already killed many people, such as Yan Su'an, the head of the Canglin faction, Yuhuzi, the head of the Tianxu faction, and Zhituo, the holy monk of the Western Regions.

If it weren't for the fact that she was suffering a deep hatred of the sea of blood, if it weren't for the fact that she practiced poison skills by mistake and ruined her appearance because of revenge, she must have the drug "Thousand Uniques" to control the spread of toxicity, so that her whole body would not ulcerate and die, why would she be subject to the peerless world for hundreds of miles and do such a heartbreaking thing. Therefore, every other month, she must complete the task sent by the Hundred Miles Peerless in exchange for a bottle of "Thousand Uniques".

The funny thing is that she doesn't even know who her exterminating enemy is, and the secret investigation along the way has no results, even if she finds some clues, she is erased by a force hidden in the shadows in an instant. Pity her as a weak woman, adrift in the rivers and lakes, like a wanderer in the water, unable to find support, and suffering countless winds and frosts.

She is probably like the falling flower, mixed with dust, no one to pity or care. With the passage of time, it disappeared into obscurity.

Thinking of this, her heart ached like countless pins and needles. It shouldn't be like this, her life, her ending, must be in her own hands.

She wants revenge, and she wants to let her enemies taste what life is worse than death.

Zhao Yu stretched out his hand, caught a snow-white jade dew petal, and held it tightly in his palm. The coldness of the petals spreads through the nerves to the heart. During the flow of internal force, the petals disappear without a trace.

Baili peerless, do you think I will really be under your control all the time? From now on, let's wait and see who will kill the deer.

Zhao Yu thought coldly.

As soon as he turned around, the hem of his clothes drew a perfect arc, and the pale green figure had disappeared in place.