A woman like the wind, a smile like the wind.

Yang Qing stared at the smile on her cheek, "You sold our whereabouts to someone else?" ”

Feng Niangzi nodded, clapped her hands, and said, "You're smart." ”

"Who do you sell our whereabouts to?"

"The one who paid me, of course."

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and was reluctant to speak.

Because no matter what she says, it's nonsense, and Feng Niangzi won't say these things.

Feng Niangzi sighed, "It's useless for me to tell you, because you can't leave." ”

Yang Qing stared at Feng Niangzi and was speechless.

Because she's right.

No matter what Yang Qing did, it was impossible for her to escape in a short time, so she went to lifeless.

Suddenly, there were more than a dozen acupuncture points on the lifeless body.

There was no movement, not a trace of movement.

The Wind Lady smiled and whispered, "It's useless." ”

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and was silent, tears already appeared in her eyes.

Feng Niangzi sighed and patted Yang Qing's shoulder, "I just dared to come over because I knew that he had been ordered with more than a dozen big holes." ”

Yang Qing was silent, already staring at Wusheng, as if she wanted to hear Wusheng speak.

Wusheng sighed, "Yang Tianxiao's internal strength is deep, and you can't solve these dozen big holes." ”

Feng Niangzi's fingers gently stirred her hair, nodded, and smiled again, "It's still the spear god who understands things, and women are women in the end, this truth is not understood." ”

Wusheng suddenly stared and poked at the Wind Lady, "You are the Wind Lady?" ”

The Wind Lady smiled, and she stared at Wusheng as if she was very happy.

"You like to make money?"

Feng Niangzi nodded, there are not many people who don't love money, she is crazy about love.

"You've received the money."

Wind Lady nodded.

She couldn't laugh because she knew she was going to fall into a trap.

"You're going to be lucky if you receive the money?"

Wind Lady's face tensed.

"You received Yang Qing's money, you have to protect Yang Qing well, this is as it should be, isn't it?"

The Wind Lady had lowered her head, as if she was distressed and sad.

Wusheng suddenly stared at Yang Qing, "You go quickly, the farther you go, the better, because ......." ”

His words were not spoken, because this reason was really painful and sad, and he had decided not to let Yang Qing accompany him to endure this pain and sadness.

Yang Qing suddenly hugged Wusheng, hugged to death, and was unwilling to be separated at any time.

There were already figures fluttering in the cold wind in the distance, and seven or eight figures had slowly floated in.

Seven or eight people who are very good at light work.

The snow-white clothes fluttered in the cold wind, and the sword spikes fluttered.

The hair was pulled up high, a pitch-black hairpin was inserted motionlessly, and there was not a trace of a smile on everyone's cheeks.

Each of them seems to be like a filial son of a dead father.

Every woman is not ugly, they are just in their youth, but there is not a trace of a smile on their cheeks.

They came in without glancing at everything inside, and said nothing.

Standing coldly, holding his sword coldly, as if he were a ghost of hell, cold and gloomy.

Although it is daytime, it is also extremely mysterious and weird.

The Wind Lady shivered and shook her head, as if she was already feeling uncomfortable.

A low cough was heard in the distance.

Seven or eight people slowly got out of the way and lowered their heads slightly.

A person walked in slowly, this person was obviously in the distance, and after seeing everything inside, he just gritted his teeth lightly, and suddenly arrived inside.

The dust in his hand had fluttered gently, and suddenly a silver ticket had floated out.

The smile on his face has appeared, as if he is very excited and proud. "Feng Niang, the money has been received, you can spend it well."

Feng Niangzi took the silver ticket of five hundred taels, didn't even look at it, and stuffed it into her arms.

In her eyes, these five hundred taels of silver tickets seemed to be a piece of paper and were not very valuable.

But she didn't leave, she was still roasting the fire.

The dust in his hand has been shaking slightly, and the red mole in the center of his eyebrows is not much smaller than the fragrant spot on the monk's head, and it has become shiny at this time, and even every old meat on his face is already shaking.

Whoever it was, it could be seen that she was angry.

When the Emei Sect's Cold Sword Master was too angry, no matter which sect the disciple was, he wouldn't feel well.

Because she was so cold, so cold that she didn't look like a human being, like a wild dog in hell.

The wind lady didn't seem to see it.

The cold swordsman stared at the wind lady with cold eyes, and did not speak, but just snorted lightly.

The sword light behind her suddenly fluttered and floated out.

Feng Niangzi suddenly screamed, "Admit defeat, I'll go." ”

The cold sword master nodded slowly.

The sword light had suddenly vanished, and the man had stood motionless like a ghost.

The wind lady said to go, and the wind floated out like the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Swordsman Leng was already staring at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand, as if he was already pondering something.

Yang Qing suddenly hugged Wusheng tightly and stared coldly at Leng Jian.

Leng Jian blinked, the flat color on his face gradually floated into anger, and he slowly waved his hand, "Get out of the way." ”

Yang Qing was silent and did not move.

Leng Jian gritted his teeth gently, and his eyes suddenly stared cold and wide, as if he didn't move.

Suddenly lifeless had floated up and floated towards her.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and hugged her tightly.

But she could only stare at the lifeless body that had floated into her arms.

Leng Jian kicked Yang Qing away, slammed into the window, and fell softly.

Yang Qing stared at Leng Jian deadly, but his body was unable to move, lying soft as mud.

"You ......."

Leng Jian sneered, "Little girl, there are many men outside, find a place to cry for two days, and then find a few more, isn't it enough?" ”

What she said seemed to be very reasonable, as if she was also very serious, "What is it to lose a man, as long as you don't lose your life, everything else is a trivial matter." ”

Yang Qing was silent.

She was speechless, for what the woman said was simply too cold-blooded and too heartless.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the Emei faction calls her Leng Jian Shitai.

To her, emotions are like boring bullshit, smelly and useless, smelling uncomfortable, disgusting and annoying to think about.

But for a person with feelings, it's completely different.

Yang Qing gritted his teeth and stared at Leng Jian, struggling to crawl towards Wusheng, even if he died, he would die next to him.

Leng Jian sneered and flew out with a kick.

Yang Qing suddenly fell heavily on the brazier, and she only felt that every bone in her body seemed to have been shattered.

She struggled to catch her breath, struggling to roll over, staring at the lifeless body.

The cold sweat on his cheeks seemed to be pouring out of excessive pain, and the beans were dripping down.

Leng Jian stared at Yang Qing coldly, and said coldly, "I used to be as big as you, and I was as beautiful as you. ”

Yang Qing was silent.

The pain and resentment in his eyes were even stronger.

"I lost a lover before, so I found two." Leng Jian looked at the sky with cold eyes, and his heart seemed to have drifted into the distance, no matter how far away it was, it was a cold distance.

Not only is it extremely cold, but it is also extremely ruthless, because people like her are too cold.

She suddenly slammed Wusheng to the ground and shouted coldly, "Then I understood a little, do you know what I understood?" ”

Leng Jian flew out again with a heavy kick, kicking Wusheng into his arms, and smiled coldly, smiling as if he was very proud, "I understand a little." ”

"You have to keep that in mind." Leng Jian gritted his teeth and shouted coldly, "Lose one, find a pair, lose a pair, find two pairs, lose two pairs, find four pairs." ”

Yang Qing was silent, gritted her teeth and stared at her coldly.

This woman is a madman, not like a woman, but a demon, a monster, a demon.

Leng Jian smiled as if he was enjoying it, "Only in this way will you not be lonely, do you understand?" ”

Yang Qing doesn't understand, and she can't understand it, maybe she is the only one who can understand.

Leng Jian stopped talking, as if he felt that he had said too much.

She suddenly turned around and walked out.

Seven or eight disciples behind her also followed out like ghosts.

There was no expression on their faces, as if they didn't dare to have a trace of emotion, as if once they had a hint of laughter, they would be unlucky.

The people have gone away, and the cold wind is blowing outside.

The room was quiet, and the silence was vomiting.

Yang Qing had vomited, and had vomited everything she had eaten.

She tried to get up, but she didn't have the strength to do so.

The cold wind howled, and the sun was cold, weak, and disgusting.

There was no snow or ice on the few dead trees in the courtyard, and the bare dead branches swayed back and forth, back and forth, and nothing fell behind.

No dead leaves or snow fell.

Yang Qing struggled and screamed in pain, crying hard, because she could only watch others take Wusheng away, but she was powerless.

She gritted her teeth and tried to crawl towards the door, as if she wanted to crawl to find Wusheng.

She stared at the snow outside, and the cold wind blew against her body, and every bone in her body shook violently.

But she still crawled towards the snow and ice, slowly and slowly into the distance, following the footprints they had left behind, very slowly, very slowly.

There was a woman in front of me like the wind, a woman like the wind, and a sigh like the wind.

Feng Niangzi stared at Yang Qing and was deeply saddened.

Yang Qing didn't look at her, and she didn't bother to look at her.

Feng Niangzi gently helped her up, hugged her softly, and said softly. "Is Wusheng really that important to you?"

Yang Qing was silent, as if she could no longer speak.

The cold wind was blowing, and she only felt that her ears were buzzing, and her hair was already covered with hard ice and snow.

Her body seemed to have been frozen into ice.

"If you want to find Wusheng, I can help you." Feng Niangzi sighed deeply and stared at Yang Qing, "If you want me to help you, just nodded." ”

The Wind Lady stared at Yang Qing quietly, the cold wind fluttered, and the knife cut Yang Qing's cheek. "Just nod your head and I'll help you."

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, as if she was already working hard, but she never nodded.

Why didn't she nod?

The low-hanging sunlight has no heat, and has stretched the shadow of the person very long and thin.

It's as thin as icicles hanging low from the eaves.

The Wind Lady is still waiting.

Yang Qing still didn't nod, her hands were shaking slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Tears were already welling up on his cold, stiff cheeks.

The Wind Lady nodded, and tears flowed from her eyes.

She had understood everything.

Wusheng is too important in her heart, without Wusheng, maybe she can't live and doesn't want to live.

She didn't nod her head because her neck was frozen and she couldn't move at all.

Feng Niangzi didn't want to look at Yang Qing's eyes anymore, that kind of emotion, no matter who it was, as long as someone with emotions looked at it, she would be sad and heartbroken.

She squinted at the horizon.

The cold wind is howling in the sky, and the white clouds are fluttering.

Is there really such a woman in the world? For the sake of the lover in his heart, he is willing to do anything, even at the cost of losing his own life.

Feng Niangzi hugged Yang Qing softly, "I promise you." ”