Chapter 8: The Wicked Man [2]

The men in brown drew their swords vigilantly, since they already knew the secret, they couldn't stay, and for a while, the sword drew the crossbow, and the beacon fire wolf smoke that had just been extinguished burned violently again.

Zuo Xixi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this woman to recognize his identity, and a trace of murderous intent in the depths of his eyes was fleeting.

His Royal Highness Zuo Xi Guo, Yi Fei has heard of it, he is the most favored prince of Emperor Zuoxi, black and cunning, evil and ruthless, with great power in his hands, looking at Zuo Xi, he is the most capable king.

Zuo Xixi slowly tore off the disguise on his face, and a touch of fiery red hair poured down, falling softly to his ears.

His complexion was fair, his nose was high, his lips were thin, his color was as pale as water, and his sword-like eyebrows flew obliquely into a few strands of long fiery red hair under the corners of his sideburns.

A pair of eyes are as clear as crystals immersed in water, but the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and they look charming, and the pure pupils and bewitching eyes are wonderfully integrated into a very beautiful style.

Yi Fei was a little stunned, she had never seen his appearance, not even a portrait.

Without the permission of the nobles of the kings and grandchildren, those painters could not pass on their portraits.

She didn't expect that he, who was stained with the blood of Shura, was so demonic, and in his hands, he also had the ancient artifact Zixing, which was the envy of the world, to kill demons and kill demons.

However, no one has ever seen the appearance of the purple star, and there are very few legends about the purple star in ancient books.

Some people say it's a snow-clear ice sword, some people say it's a big knife as red as a cuckoo's blood, and some people say it's ......

In short, there are many legends, but no one has ever seen the purple star in his hand.

Yi Fei glanced faintly at the long sword in his hand that had not yet been put down, she didn't say, she recognized him by this long sword.

It was a very ordinary sword, the street was full of such carved swords, and even more, the long sword in his hand was also added with a few traces of ink, black and swarthy, as if the ink had accidentally fallen on the hilt of the sword, and it could not be wiped off, but Yi Fei recognized it as Zixing at a glance.

She heard his grievances with the monsters very clearly, it was nothing more than that he killed the leader of the monsters, so he provoked the revenge of the monsters, and he chased them until here.

Why he killed the monster leader, she didn't know.

The two confronted each other quietly, Yi Fei's eyes did not show timidity, but there was a kind of elegance and refinement, obviously looking up, but it gave people the illusion that she was looking down on all beings, and the whole person stood out from the crowd.

Zuo Xi looked at the woman in front of her slowly, and looked at him, she didn't have any timidity, but there was a faint sense of dignity, above him.

She doesn't look like a country and a city, she is shy of flowers in the closed moon, and she sinks fish and geese, she can only be said to be clean and beautiful.

Her thin lips were pursed, her delicate and small nose was dotted like stars, her eyes were not shocked, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, which was so light and breezy.

"Woman, you have a kind! This prince remembers you. Zuo Xi's voice was very soft, the wind was gently blowing, and the words fell to Yi Fei's ears with the wind.

Yi Fei didn't speak, still ignoring him with a faint expression, to Yi Fei, he was a stranger, and he was only worthy of her disregard.

Halfway through, someone interrupted the silence.