Chapter Forty-Eight: The Spring Breeze Doesn't Solve the Sorrows of the Teenager (I)

Tie Rugui was stunned.

Homicide......

He never thought of really killing people, and Lu Shaoqing just asked him to cooperate to restrain Siqin, but if he really let him use the barren moon in his hand to wipe Siqin's snow-white neck, how could he do it? !

It was the hesitation of this thought, Siqin's eyes suddenly changed, and the fierce killing intent shot out like lightning!

Tie Rugui was like falling into an ice cave at this moment, frozen in place by the murderous aura coming from the pavement, and even the light of the sword on the Desolate Moon Knife dimmed.

At this moment, more than a dozen cold ghostly lights flew out from the sleeves of Siqin's skirt silently, but instead of flying towards Tie Rugui, they flew towards Lu Dingguo!

Those ghostly lights came very quickly, and they all shone with a dark green color, which was obviously highly poisonous!

Lu Dingguo and Bai Weishan shouted at the same time, and at the same time, they raised the breath of their whole bodies to the extreme, their hands turned like the wind, rolling up two balls of green qi, and used those ghosts as hoods.

Hearing only a few slight sounds, the ghostly light touched the two clouds of green qi, as if blocked by steel, they fell to the ground one after another, and were reduced to silver needles that were more than five years long.

Bai Weishan continued to urge the internal force, his body was like a swimming dragon, and he went straight towards Siqin.

Lu Dingguo was faster than him, his feet were like stepping on clouds and wind, and he moved in front of Bai Weishan to block him in an instant.

Then he snorted coldly:

"Eagle insect skills, Wei Shan, you step back first, her killing tricks are out of order, I still have something to ask her."

Bai Weishan listened to the order and retreated slowly, but he was still staring at Siqin's every move.

It wasn't until this time that Tie Rugui reacted, twisted Siqin's wrist, and put the blade on Siqin's neck.

The thin skin on Siqin's neck was cut by the barren moon, and the bright red blood slowly left along the blade.

Siqin's face was frightened, but it was not because of the sharp blade on his neck, nor because of the blood left behind.

But she didn't expect that in this instant, the two of them reacted so quickly! I didn't expect that these two people were so similar in terms of moves and internal strength, as if they were two doppelgangers of the same person!

One missed move, and her defeat was already decided!

Siqin smiled miserably and sighed faintly:

"Sure enough...... Sure enough, it still doesn't work......"

After speaking, she turned to look at Fang Songwan again, only to see that his face, which was once handsome and peerless, was now distorted and full of disbelief.

"Thinking ...... Siqin, you ...... You ......"

The corners of Siqin's mouth twitched, and her eyes were red, but she still tried to squeeze out a smile:

"It's a pity, Fang Sheng, when it's here, you didn't give me a new word for the music of practicing dance......

Fang Singwan opened his mouth, only letting out a whimper in his throat, and couldn't say a word.

At this time, Fang Heda, who had been nervously observing the situation on the sidelines, suddenly took a step forward, bent down, and picked up a few silver needles on the ground with a handkerchief.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that the tail of the needle was finely polished into a feather shape, decorated with black and white.

"Chizuru Silver Needle! Master Hou, this woman is indeed the twelfth Tianluo of the Yuezong, codenamed Bai Luan! ”

Fang Heda seemed to be very excited, and even his voice became sharp, but his tone was full of fear.

How could he not be afraid?

His nephew Fang Songwan, whether he was bewitched by lies or not, was obviously inseparable from the assassination of Xianyonghou, and Fang Songwan was the Tang Dynasty Xuezheng himself, which also indirectly gave him the opportunity to bring this assassin to the mansion.

If it is investigated, whether he can keep the position of the chief staff can be maintained, it is not said that he will be implicated and punished!

Lu Dingguo didn't bother to distinguish the strangeness between Fang Heda's words, and looked up and asked the woman under the knife of Tie Rugui:

"Bai Luan...... Is that your name? ”

The woman chuckled:

"Yuezong Twelve Heavenly Luo, only a code name, never had a name, I still prefer the name Siqin."

Bai Weishan shouted:

"Less nonsense! You haven't answered what I just asked! ”

Siqin, or Bai Luan, had a stronger smile on his face:

"It's not that I don't answer, it's that I can't answer at all, except for the sect master of the Moon Sect, who in the world can know the traces of the Twelve Heavenly Luo. However, I can reveal a message to Hou Ye, can I exchange his life? ”

As she spoke, she pointed her finger at Fang Singwan.

Before Lu Dingguo could speak, Fang Heda hurriedly said:

"No! Master Hou! Don't listen to the nonsense of the witch! Fang Singwan colluded with the demon girl to assassinate, the crime is unforgivable! The two of them should be punished together, and their schemes should be investigated! ”

Lu Dingguo frowned and glared at him, and snorted:

"What are you anxious about?!"

Fang Heda's face turned like dirt in an instant, and he retreated silently.

Lu Dingguo continued to say to the female Tianluo in a gentle tone:

"Why not, if you are useful, you can also not die."

"Is what Master Hou said serious?"

"Lu has killed countless people, although he is not a good person, but he has a little confidence that he can do it, that is, he promises a thousand gold."

"Good!"

Siqin raised her head and said word by word:

"Next month, Liuzhou, Wuli Lake, martial arts conference, twelve days Luo will appear in turn, first kill the king of Beiliang, and then kill the first Marquis Yong!"

Everyone present, except for Lu Dingguo, was shocked when they heard this, although they had learned about it from the secret report before, but at this time, it was even more shocking and terrifying to say it from Tianluo's mouth in person, plus the specific time and place.

Lu Dingguo was as steady as a rock, and asked in a deep voice:

"Show up in turn? Why not do it together? ”

"Tianluo doesn't see Tianluo, this is the rule of the sect, Master Hou don't ask again, what I should say and what I shouldn't say has already been said, is it worth returning to Fang to sing a late life?"

"It's worth it, you two, you don't have to die."

"That's good......"

Siqin's gaze turned to Fang Singwan again, and at this moment, her eyes were full of relief, and she could only tolerate him.

Although he is still in a state of panic and has lost his former glory, in Siqin's eyes, he is still the world's number one talent who once wrote peerless poetry.

The corners of her mouth rose, and there was also a dark red, the dark red was extremely bewitching, like a mandala flower blooming on the other side......

"Not good! Feel at home! Fast! She's going to kill herself! ”

With Lu Shaoqing's exclamation, Tie Rugui immediately withdrew back to the barren moon, and raised his hand to seal Siqin's heart.

At this time, Siqin didn't know where the strength came from, and pushed away Tie Rugui with one palm, and the whole person took advantage of that thrust to fall to the position where Fang Singwan was standing.

Fang Singwan subconsciously opened his arms, and his slender body was like a withered fallen leaf.

Thousands of red dusts have fallen,

Falling through the vicissitudes of the floating world,

In the end, it fell into his arms.

The eyes of the two finally met.

He finally stopped caring that she had lied to herself, used herself, and even almost harmed herself.

She finally didn't have to think about how to lie to him, how to use him, how to compensate him......

"Why is it so ......?"

"No...... That's my life. ”

"Why ...... it"

"Don't ask anymore, I owe you in this life, and I can only pay you back like this......"

Fang Songwan looked at Siqin's gradually dimming eyes, and the halo flowed rapidly in them.

He seemed to see again,

Under the peach tree, the peach blossoms are dying, falling like red rain.

She was stroking the piano and chanting softly, the song that had not yet been written in the lyrics......