As the sky became darker and darker, the lantern festival also came to a climax little by little.

Suddenly, Meng Wanchuan, who was about to leave to put a lotus lantern by the river, was pushed by the rioting crowd, squeezed all the way to the bridge, and stood aside.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the crowd around him began to cheer one after another.

Not far away, an extremely gorgeous ship carrying dozens of women in dancing costumes came slowly to the sound of heart-stirring music. When they reached the bridge, the dancers, who had only been in a posture before, began to rise lightly.

I saw all the women dancing with long sleeves together, accompanied by countless petals falling from the sky gently flying between heaven and earth. After the uniform dance, dozens of dancers suddenly spread out like blooming buds. At this time, a graceful woman, wearing a white veil on her face, dressed in purple, dyed with green silk and ink, appeared in the middle of the deck like a fairy like a hollow valley. She is holding a feather folding fan in her hand, and her jade sleeves are elegant, elegant and vigorous. The dancing posture is flowing and the clouds are flowing, and the dragon is flying like a phoenix dancing.

As her light and graceful dance posture changed, everyone present gradually forgot to breathe.

When the dancing girl saw this scene, her eyes were beautiful, and she tossed and turned with affection, which made everyone's hearts beat endlessly, and they all thought that she was looking at herself.

At this time, the sound of the song on the boat suddenly turned urgent, and the girl took her right foot as the axis, lightly stretched her long sleeves, and her soft posture rotated, faster and faster, and the people around her applauded in unison. Suddenly, she flew up from the ground, dancing lightly, reflecting the full moon, as if Chang'e was about to step on the moon. A moment later, she landed steadily, and dozens of dancers once again formed a circle and enveloped her.

Just when everyone thought that this wonderful performance was over, from time to time someone began to applaud profusely. The woman who caught everyone's attention just now suddenly had a slender foot, her sleeves flew, the jade hand held a fan, her eyes flashed, she stepped on the bodies of other dancing girls, and flew into the air, and the feather fan also popped out countless sharp blades in an instant. By the time everyone came back to their senses and scattered, one person on the bridge had already been cut in the neck, blood splattered everywhere, and he had fallen into the water.

The murderous woman fell back into the boat again, and the dancers and musicians who had been dancing with her before began to flee in a hurry, screaming desperately, and some even jumped into the water, fearing that they would die a moment later.

There were people on the bridge and on the shore who rushed to this side, but there were so many irrelevant people around that by the time they squeezed over, the woman was long gone.

Standing not far away, her eyes always followed the woman, Meng Wanchuan, who witnessed the murder scene and was splashed with a little blood on the brocade robe, almost shouted out the words of greeting other people's relatives, holding on to the bridge, her legs were weak. But when he thought of the murderous woman just now, he didn't want to waste time here, so he was distraught and struggled to squeeze into the crowd and followed him off the bridge.

After a long push and bump, he finally got out of the crowd as he wished, and chased in the direction where the shadow disappeared.

Along the way, that person seemed to be deliberately guiding him, and the back that appeared from time to time always made him on the right path again when he lost his goal. Seeing that it was getting farther and farther away from the main block, and the place where the two of them were walking was getting more and more remote, the figure suddenly accelerated, flashed, and disappeared around an inconspicuous corner.

Meng Wanchuan was startled, quickly followed, and also turned into the alley.

Then he was pulled by the sleeve of his coat and thrown against a nearby wall. The woman who fled after the murder was now wearing a veil on her face and looking at him with a smile in her eyes. One hand propped up on the wall behind him, and the other hand made an orchid finger, sliding down his face inch by inch, skimming the Adam's apple, and finally stopping at the slender neck where he still had some light scars, and holding it fiercely.

"Why is Lang Jun so tight, I'm not afraid that the slave family will kill you~"

Even though she deliberately changed her timbre and her tone was greasy and scary, Meng Wanchuan was still sure and sure that the woman who was teasing her was Shen Yanxi.

Knowing the facts, he swallowed a few times unnaturally, silently leaning his head against the wall, trying to hide his somewhat hot face. Then he said in a somewhat trembling voice that he didn't notice: "You dance, it's so beautiful." You're dressed up today, and you look so good. It's like, it's different. ”

Shen Yanxi saw that he recognized him so quickly, and he was a little lacking in interest. But when I heard him praise himself, I felt a little excited in my heart.

Retracting her hand and standing up again, she tore off the veil from her face, put her hands around her chest, and asked him casually, "How is it, are you scared on the bridge?" ”

Meng Wanchuan used the light from the lanterns outside the alley to see the woman's stunning face that had been hidden under the veil before.

The delicate and beautiful porcelain skin is matched with a dreamy blush like cherry blossoms today, and the small and thin lips are as red as cherries, which makes people want to taste the fragrance and sink into it. The sword eyebrows on weekdays have also been replaced with willow tops today, and with a pair of slender and charming peach blossom eyes, they are smart and clear, but they are bottomless. The hair ornament is no longer the simple high ponytail before, but the drooping locks are intoxicating, the half-step jingle bell is moving, and a delicate and small flower between the eyebrows is simply a fairy descending to earth, which is unforgettable.

Meng Wanchuan stupidly covered her chest that was beating abnormally, and once again lamented that the male protagonist was blind.

Shen Yanxi saw him holding his chest, his expression was strange, he couldn't say a word for a long time, and thought that he was hit by the crowd and hurt his heart and lungs, so he hurriedly moved to pull the clothes on the other party's chest.

Meng Wanchuan was shocked by her sudden behavior.

This and this, with a personal promise, the cave room flowers and candles or something, can't be here!

"Yanxi, you wait first, let's go back and continue."

Shen Yanxi looked at his shy and slightly twisted posture, and suddenly realized something. He stopped what he was doing and grabbed his wrist to take his pulse. After making sure that it was okay, he hit the opponent's chest and punched him.

The defenseless Meng Wanchuan was lowered by this sudden punch, holding her chest and unable to hold it, and there was a faint coughing sound.

Shen Yanxi glanced at him, and said with some uncertainty: "Don't pretend, I don't use much strength at all." ”

Meng Wanchuan, who heard her voice, grinned, bared her teeth, stood up and stuck to her side with a smile, blinked her eyes twice, and returned shyly: "I knew that Yanxi was reluctant to beat me." ”

Shen Yanxi looked at him with the same eyes as if he was a neuropath, and he didn't understand which tendon this guy was wrong today, and the whole person was strange.

"I just asked, you unlucky bastard who was squeezed onto the bridge, are you scared when you see me killing?"

Meng Wanchuan touched her nose and opened her mouth a little awkwardly.

"It's a little bit, in my original world, there are not many people who can watch other people's live broadcasts and kill people and splash blood. But don't say it, it's really different from watching TV. ”

The visual impact is full.

Shen Yanxi was confused again, but the key information was still captured.

"No one is born with a preference and habit of this kind of scene, and after staying for a long time and seeing a lot, you will slowly get used to it."

Meng Wanchuan looked at her somewhat lonely face, and felt a pang of distress in her heart.

Yes, no one is born without a fear of killing. What's more, she is still a girl like a flower.