"Please."

She flicked her sleeves and was invited, and she was silent for a long time, and the mischievous, lovely smile on her face did not change in the slightest because of fear and timidity, nor did it fade in a trace.

The body did not move, but the bell moved.

The cold wind swept by, and the bell couldn't help but tremble, as if with a strange magic.

The snow on the long street had cleared, and the cold, hard earth did not seem so unforgiving, nor so indifferent, and when stepped on, it appeared extremely soft and soft.

There was still a chill in the shadow of the corner, and the icy water on the ground had not faded, thin and transparent.

The owner of the clothing store was sitting in the corner, facing the warm sun, munching on melon seeds, without a trace of energy.

The shadow of the person was stretched long by the low-hanging sun, as long as a bamboo pole, slender and disgusting, and a lot of cold sweat had broken out on his back.

Yang Qing stared at her shadow, as if she was crazy.

There was no trace of disgust, and he did not become sad because of the heat in his body.

She laughed and stared at Wusheng, shaking her hand, the bell ringing more violently, but enough to be upsetting.

"I know you still care about me."

An amorous woman, in the face of a beloved man, does not need a vigorous emotional burn to be satisfied, sometimes a small thing will satisfy them, especially a small thing that they care about, maybe they will be more satisfied.

Yang Qing took Wusheng's hand and posed it softly, as if it was the heart in her belly, extremely cheerful, joyful and exciting.

She pointed to the clothing store, "Should you come with me?" ”

This sentence seemed to be a kind of spell, and the boss in the corner suddenly shivered, and suddenly faced Yang Qing.

The smile was as if he was singing, and his mouth full of yellow teeth was full of exciting smiles.

Yang Qing glanced at it, but didn't want to look at him.

But this person walked over head-on, the melon seeds in his hand were gone, and the corners of his mouth were vaguely left with broken melon seeds.

"All the goods in my store are of the highest quality, and you are satisfied."

Yang Qing wanted to go, so she was already staring at Wusheng.

There was no speech, the stone-like body did not stop at all, and the stone-like body walked forward without the slightest intention of stopping.

The owner of the clothing store touched his mouth, "The materials of the clothes in the small shop are not only of the highest quality, but also the handiwork is extremely good, and they are all famous on this street." ”

Yang Qing stared at Wusheng, and the color of grievance and pain on her cheeks was even stronger.

Her hands were shaking, her heart could not stand it, it could not resist this temptation at all.

Wusheng suddenly stood motionless like a stone statue, then turned around and stroked Yang Qing's body, "You don't want to listen to the story?" ”

Yang Qing was silent, and the expression on her face became very annoyed, as if she was sad and even more aggrieved.

As if she wanted to say, the storyteller couldn't run away, and it didn't matter if she delayed it.

Wusheng sighed deeply.

Then he walked into this shop like a stone statue, and walked into this shop.

Yang Qing smiled and stared at the two backs, two pitch-black shadows, pitch-black, eerie and weird.

She smiled and stared at the two figures, two pitch-black shadows, pitch-black, eerie and eerie.

But it is not a laugh, but a delicate, amorous, kind, ecstatic smile.

She already knew that Wen Jingyun would not kill herself, and his sword did not like to kill innocents indiscriminately, so she did not kill herself.

But he was secretly sad and sad for Lu Yifei's death.

Lu Yifei's death not only made Wen Jingyun deeply happy and sad, but also made him more determined, an extremely stable kind of strength.

There was a faint smile on his cheeks that was gentle and soft as a spring breeze.

This smile seems to be athlete's foot, which has been entangled with him and will not leave him at any time, as if it can be forever and forever, until death.

Even if you go crazy, you won't leave.

Beriberi will only make you uncomfortable, but that kind of smile will never make others uncomfortable.

The young and amorous girl with drooping sideburns stood far away, without the slightest disturbance, just staring at Wen Jingyun quietly, and her eyes seemed to have an extremely satisfied color.

Liu ecstasy stared out the window, the long street was sparsely populated, and the hawkers were much less hawkers.

The noon sun seems to be a very unreasonable poisonous woman, passionate, crazy and violent.

There was sweat on the back of the willow ecstasy, and a faint flush on the cheeks had floated. "You have a reason to kill me."

Wen Jingyun stared at the table with a smile, the tea set was still there, and the sword was still there.

These are two options.

One is to pick up the teacup, taste the tea, and forget the happy and sad grievances.

The other is to hold the sword and admire the blood of the enemy floating on the tip of the sword.

Wen Jingyun's smile became a little strange, as if she was thinking about something, did she kill Lu Yifei? She did not touch Lu Yifei's body, nor did she refuse Lu Yifei to seek revenge, let alone refuse to seek revenge herself.

The sword is a good sword, it is not unsheathed, and you can feel the edge and chill inside.

There is no spike on the hilt, not a hint of magnificence.

Although the scabbard is worn, it looks more arrogant and majestic.

Liu ecstasy stared at Wen Jingyun, his eyes showing pity and sympathy.

She smiled at Wen Jingyun and waited, waiting for him to pick up his sword and take revenge.

"This sword is a good sword."

Wen Jingyun nodded.

The heat in the teacup has gradually become delicate, and there is gradually no trace of tenderness and warmth, and even if you hold it up, you can't drink it anymore.

The sword is different, no matter what time it is, it is cold to hold, even if the hot blood floats on it, it cannot fade away a trace of coldness.

"The hand that holds the sword must be a good hand."

Wen Jingyun nodded, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but it had become bitter and sad.

What is it that makes them sad?

Is it knowing that the enemy is standing on the side delicately, and he can't do it, or he doesn't want to do it.

The person was still there, and the sword on the table was still cold, without a trace of heat.

Even the soft sunlight rushed in, and there was no trace of heat.

The pity and sympathy in Liu's ecstasy eyes were even stronger. "Whoever has that kind of hand must be a great talent, an outstanding swordsman of a generation."

Wen Jingyun nodded.

His gaze had fallen on the sword, and the ancient, old scabbard seemed to have flashed with a dim light, a cold and merciless light.

Liu Ecstasy sighed deeply, "If you don't kill me, it's not enough to make your Huashan Sect mighty, and it's not enough for you to release the junior disciples under Jiuquan." ”

She seemed to be afraid that she would not be able to die, for fear that others would leave with a sword, and at the same time she would leave with that kind of pain and sorrow, and that she could not take revenge.

Liu seems to know this pain very well, so she doesn't want others to carry this pain.

Maybe this is not only a pain, but also a kind of torture, no matter what kind of person if he lives with this kind of torture and guilt all his life, he will be very tired, more likely to get tired and disgusted.

This kind of life may not be endured by normal people, but it can crush normal people to death, and crush their bodies and souls to death.

Liu ecstasy stared at Wen Jingyun's neck, his Adam's apple was already rolling, rolling up and down.

It seems that the amorous and lonely girl is about to try the forbidden fruit in the face of her beloved man, looking forward to and afraid.

The tea has cooled, not only in the teacup, but also in the teapot.

The girl with drooping sideburns walked over slowly and stretched out her hand.

She slowly took the tea set away, and the sword was left on the table.

The sword is to kill, and the appearance of the sword is to kill.

This sword is no exception.

So the sword is in the hand, and the other hand is on the hilt.

The sword is unsheathed.

The sword light flashed, the blood was gone, and the man had fallen.

The rolling Adam's apple in his neck gradually subsided and gradually stabilized, and his expression remained vaguely unchanged, leaving pain and sadness.

The sword was not sheathed.

The shadows are more delicate and pitch-black.

Drops of blood have drifted away, drop by drop.

The cold wind swept by, and the strands of hair in the pool of blood were motionless, as if they had lost a trace of vitality.

There is no light in the dark corner, and there is still a faint remnant of the chill and loneliness of last night.

There was no light in the dark corner, and the chill and loneliness of last night had not faded, as if it could continue into tonight.

The house is not big, but there are a lot of clothes.

The smile on the boss's face became even stronger, and every yellowed tooth looked very weird, weird and evil in the dark corners.

The fire in the corner of the wall was not very strong, and there was a kettle sitting on it.

He took out two cups, blew them with his heart, and wiped them with his sleeve before pouring water into them with confidence.

Yang Qing didn't go to drink water, and any lady who was picking out clothes wouldn't drink water.

She's no exception.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, holding the cup of tea like a stone statue, and the stone statue was motionless and facing forward.

The empty eyes stared and poked in front like spears, and the beautiful clothes hung softly in the air, without a trace of vitality, as if they were corpses, beautiful and gloomy, weird, and cold bones.

Yang Qing caressed the clothes one by one, and the smile on her cheeks became stronger.

She took Wusheng's hand and laughed, "I know you're very good at hurting people. ”

There was no life, motionless like a stone statue, and the cup in his hand did not move, the water in the cup was dead and there was no ripple, and even the cold wind blowing in did not want to give birth to ripples.

The boss was already laughing on the side, "I've grown so big, and I haven't seen my aunt and grandmother like this." ”

There was a light in his eyes, the kind of light that most sycophants make.

Yang Qing suddenly faced him, pursed her lips and smiled, and was silent.

The boss then leaned over and laughed, "Of all the women on this long street, none of them are as beautiful as you." ”

Yang Qingxiao's cheeks were already flushed, but she couldn't speak.

She gently rested her lifeless hand against her cheek, and then her body twitched strangely.

The boss looked at Yang Qing quietly, and the smile in his eyes became more intense, and it also became very strange and weird.

Yang Qing couldn't understand why his smile had become like a dark corner, gloomy, weird, and without a trace of joy.

The boss brought the hot tea to Yang Qing.

Yang Qing smiled and picked it up.

But she didn't drink it, and gave the teacup to Wusheng's hand, and she went back to pick out clothes.

Cooking may make a woman tired, but buying clothes will never make them tired, not only will they not be tired, but they will be more excited.

Women all over the world may have this problem.

Therefore, smart men in the world will use smart methods to avoid going shopping with them, and they will even avoid buying clothes with them.

Because the process of buying clothes for them is simply crazy and devastating.

Therefore, smart women will use clever methods to invite them to buy clothes, and the smarter the better.

Yang Qing grinned, screaming happily and pointing to the tender red clothes, which seemed to be the body of a shy girl.

Delicate, hazy and seductive.

She smiled and stared at the garment, admiring it infatuatedly.

The boss took off the clothes with a smile, and said with a smile, "Grandma's vision is really extraordinary, this dress is first-class in terms of material and handwork." ”

Yang Qing didn't look at him, took the clothes and jumped to the edge of Wusheng, "What do you think of this clothes?" Isn't it beautiful? ”

She smiled proudly and happily.

I also believe that as long as I wear this dress, I will definitely be more beautiful.

Wu Sheng was silent, the teacup in his hand was still there, but the water was cold, and there was no trace of heat.

The cold water must not be drunk, and it is easy to have diarrhea when you drink it in your stomach, the boss stared at Wusheng and smiled.

He took the two teacups away and poured them into the kettle, and he poured them very carefully, as if he was afraid of wasting a little.

There may not be much enjoyment in life, and every drop seems to be cherished and respected.

He smiled and poured another glass and brought it to Wusheng.

Wusheng didn't look at him, nor did he take the teacup, "What is this?" ”

This sentence is very strange to ask, and it is even stranger to hear, this is obviously tea.

Yang Qing had already turned around and stared at Wusheng in surprise.

This sentence shouldn't be asked, it's nonsense, but Wusheng asked it.

As long as it is what he says, it will never be nonsense, not every word, this is the experience that Yang Qing has gained from countless painful tortures on the edge of life and death.

So the smile on her face was gone.

The smile on the boss's face was still there, "This is ......." ”

But the words were shaken, and they trembled so much that they did not know how to say them.

Wusheng stared and poked at the cup he was holding, there was nothing special about the cup, and the water in the cup was no different.

Yang Qing was stunned.

This glass of water is not anything extraordinary, why has attracted lifeless.

The water in the cup was already steaming softly, the cold wind was not violent, but the ripples inside were fierce.

His hand was unsteady.

If your hands are unsteady, your heart will not be steady.

Speechless, standing like a stone statue, facing the boss like a stone statue.

The empty eyes were already staring and poking at the man's hand, staring and poking at the cup in his hand.

If the mind is unstable, it will be chaotic, and everything will be chaotic.

Sometimes you can even mess with yourself and die a mess.

The man suddenly swept up and swept out of the house, but suddenly he had fallen.

Dead flesh fell softly, the fire had been overturned, and the kettle above had suddenly been overturned.

The water in the kettle suddenly spilled on his body.

Yang Qing was startled, she suddenly threw away her clothes, clinging to her lifeless body, as if she didn't want to leave for a moment.

The bell kept ringing, and now I heard it scared and timid.

The soft, warm sunlight drifted in, but there was no trace of heat, and it looked extremely eerie and eerie.

The beautiful clothes hung softly in the air, without a trace of vitality, as if they were corpses, beautiful and gloomy, weird, and cold bones.