Liu Shuiji said hoarsely: "Princess, do you want people and are embarrassed to say it, so you deliberately came to the slave family under the pretext of catching thieves!" With a pair of hooking Danfeng eyes, he looked at the girl innocently, and his eyes were full of lust.

In the silent night, the moon is shining, and the warm fragrant nephrite is in the arms, which is difficult for any man to hold, let alone such a peerless beauty?

Mu Chujian's body shook, it was really uncomfortable to be stared at naked * naked by such eyes, she slammed away the willow water mark, and said coldly: "It's late at night, you sleep, the palace is leaving." With that, without waiting for the man behind him to speak, he fled and left.

For Mu Chujin, she never regarded Liu Shuiji as a man, at first she thought he was a gay man, and she avoided him, such as avoiding snakes and scorpions, and later heard the news brought by Feng Rongxue, so she raised her vigilance against him, such a close contact with a man, the night was dark and the wind was high, it was really inappropriate, probably because she was too eager to know the answer.

Looking at the disappearing figure, the man smiled evilly, the corners of his pale lips were slightly hooked, and the narrow phoenix eyes seemed to be full of moonlight, and when he closed it gently, it seemed to overflow.

Turning around, he quickly closed the door, raised his eyes to stare at the open wooden window, and frowned slightly.

He also saw the black shadow just now.

It's just that......

He always felt that something was wrong, Mu Chujin would chase here, it must have something to do with the black shadow.

But......

Fang Cai's black shadow was very badly injured, and until now he felt that there was a strong smell of blood in the room, who injured him? The technique is so ruthless, how much internal force does it take?

To no avail, he sighed and closed the window.

Jingming Temple, Yuhe Pavilion.

The night wind puffed up the corners of the snow-white clothes, and a pair of dark eyes stared at a plane tree in the courtyard, bottomless, and the light eyes seemed to be covered with ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years, so cold, so deep and ethereal.

It's just that the soft white light at the end of the month, bathed in the snow-white figure, still makes people feel that he is gentle as the wind, elegant and calm, but it makes people ignore the coldness and even ruthlessness in his eyes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa—

The night wind blew, indescribable coolness, the sycamores in the courtyard shrank and trembled, and the trembling leaves cast mottled shadows on the ground, as if they were crow's wings, piece by piece, layer by layer.

"Lord, the cold stab is injured." The faint voice, with the sharpness that a woman should have, a pair of slender eyes staring directly at the blue brick ground, the crimson clothes in the moonlight with a miserable white light, it looks a little dim, slightly closed, quietly covering up the fleeting loneliness.

The man stood with his hands in his hands, his right hand elegantly held in front of him, his dark eyes flickered slightly, and the coldness under his eyes was even worse, "What about the injury of the cold thorn?" Wen Tun's voice was slowly spitting out, as if the life and death of others had nothing to do with him, and big things would not affect him.

"His elbow bones are all shattered, and ......" paused slightly, looked up at the long figure in front of him, and continued: "The heart and lungs have been hit hard......" The last sentence was slightly trivial, mixed with a hint of incredulity, and gradually disappeared in the night wind.

The wind blows gently, like flowing water, across every inch of skin, seeping into the pores of people, bringing a trace of coolness.

Inside the pavilion, it is as quiet as night.

Only the sound of the "whirring" wind brushed his ears, with an indescribable coldness and gloom.

After a long time, the man slowly spit out a sentence: "I didn't expect her to be so strong...... Midnight's eyes flashed with a hint of playfulness, and the black pupils swayed under the moonlight.

Zhou Yudi was slightly stunned, her eyes immediately froze, she had never heard the lord say who was strong, this was the first time in her life, when there were too many firsts in a man, was this a dangerous existence? Especially because of a woman, a woman's intuition tells her that the lord is too special to that woman, and in the past, when the lord met an opponent stronger than him, he would always try his best to put the opponent to death, and he would never stand here like this now and praise how powerful the opponent is without a trace of anger.

She raised her eyes to observe the changes in the man's mood, but only saw a calm and handsome face, and when she looked closely, she suddenly met a deep and cold gaze, and the former brilliance and gentleness were long gone.

She hurriedly lowered her head, her eyes stared directly at the ground, her expression was a little dull, but inadvertently her cheeks were dyed a hint of crimson, and in the moonlight of hoarfrost, there was also a faint pink, quietly blooming like a delicate peach blossom.

Feng Rongxue frowned slightly, her face could no longer see a trace of emotion, and then she took out a silver shining thing from her sleeve, handed it to Zhou Yudi, and ordered: "Act according to the plan, there must be no mistakes." After that, the eyes as deep as the black pool looked at the lonely sycamore in the courtyard, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Zhou Yudi clenched the things in his hand, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes, lord." ”

For a moment, the crimson figure retreated quietly, leaving a faint fragrance in the air.

The scattered temples, the indescribable vastness and loneliness in the dark night, the upturned cornices are like the first quarter moon on the horizon, and an unknown black bird falls on it, bleak and weird.

Feng Rongxue raised her eyes and stared at the arch of the courtyard, the corners of her shallow mouth hooked, her thin lips lightly opened, and she said unhurriedly: "Master of Emptiness, don't come to harm!" Wen Tun's voice did not carry a trace of superfluous emotion, as if he was saying something inconsequential.

After finishing speaking, at the archway, a thin figure came out, only to see the man with his hands folded, a robe bulging with the wind, and in the night, the rugged body had a bit of the taste of fairy wind bones.

"Lord Nalan, ......I haven't seen you for a long time," the old voice, with the understanding of seeing through the red dust of the world, the master did not step forward, but stood indifferently at the door, not moving forward but not retreating.

The man in white smiled coldly, with a slight displeasure in his eyes, "Master, it's better to ignore the mundane things in the world, what do you think?" With a raised left eyebrow, his eyes looked directly at the person not far away, with an intriguing coldness.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Master Empty Silence sighed slightly, his shrewd eyes looked at the young man standing still in the pavilion, and advised: "Lord Nalan, forgive the old monk for saying a lot, one day you will regret it......"

The low words flowed into the young man's ears with a breeze, making him have a moment of trance, Hei Tan's eyes were slightly stunned, and then he raised his eyes to stare at the thin figure, and the corners of his mouth curled, "I won't regret it, those who achieve great things will be sacrificed, won't they?" He whispered, retorting the master's words, as if to convince himself.