"When will I fight!"

Ximen Blowing Snow, who is always in a combat situation, makes Shu Ange not know how to evaluate it.

She looked at Huo Tianqing and said lightly: "The murderer of Shangguan Danfeng is not Ximen Chuixue, but a person from Tsing Yi Building. ”

Huo Tianqing moved his gaze to her and said indifferently: "I only believe what I see." ”

Shu An laughed, as if he didn't see Huo Tianqing in his eyes at all.

"A woman who can only use hidden weapons and make bad things behind her back by playing with men in applause is not worth Simon Blowing Snow."

Huo Tianqing's face changed abruptly, and his eyes looking at Shu Ange almost burst into flames.

"You're not qualified to say that about her, if it weren't for you, if it wasn't for you—"

"If it's not me? I'm afraid Shangguan Feiyan has mentioned to you a lot of how I bullied her. But have you ever seen my father die at her hands, and if I hadn't had some adventure, I would have been in the dead for a long time? ”

Huo Tianqing pursed her lips, her facial lines were extremely cold and hard, and she didn't say anything more.

When he turned around and walked out with Shangguan Feiyan in his arms, his steps seemed a little staggering.

"If you want to avenge Shangguan Feiyan, you must beware of Tsing Yi Lou, their next target is you."

Huo Tianqing took Shangguan Feiyan's corpse and disappeared from the sight of several people, Lu Xiaofeng hugged his arms and sighed leisurely: "Ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, an inch is still tens of millions of wisps." ”

After sighing, Lu Xiaofeng looked at Shu Ange: "There is a sentence, I have wanted to ask for a long time, Shangguan girl seems to know everything about the world, do you know whether Dugu Yihe is the chief scoop of Tsing Yi Building?" ”

Shu Ange touched his nose with his finger and smiled incomprehensibly: "When the water comes out, Lu Gongzi will know that sometimes what we can see is only what the murderer behind the scenes wants us to see." ”

Lu Xiaofeng is a smart person, so she can naturally hear the sound of her words.

Just as Huo Tianqing thought that it was Ximen Blowing Snow who killed Shangguan Feiyan, the mastermind behind the scenes did it when Dugu Yihe was in Guanzhong, just to divert their attention.

While the two of them were talking a few words, Ximen Blowing Snow's clothes moved slightly, and the person was about to disappear at the end of the deserted garden.

"Master Simon, wait for me."

Shu Ange waved his hand at Lu Xiaofeng, and quickly chased towards the West Gate Blowing Snow, he watched the West Gate Blowing Snow with envy and slowed down his pace.

Such a pure and lovely girl, a hard-hearted Bodhisattva has to be tempted, how can Simon blow the snow not be moved.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt a little lonely, he has many confidants, and he is still walking alone in the rivers and lakes, and he has never had a wife or children.

"It's a nice day."

After catching up with Ximen blowing snow, Shu Ange was in a very happy mood.

"Why do you have to follow me?"

Ximen Chuixue rarely asks the same person the same question twice, but this is the third time he has asked Shu Ange.

"Because—"

Shu Ange took a quick step and stood opposite Ximen Fuxue, only one step away from him.

Simon Fuxue took another step forward and would be intimate with her, so he stopped.

"What I said at the beginning still counts. A gentle, lovely, and quirky woman like me, are you really not tempted? ”

She was dressed as a suave son-in-law, and expressed her emotions to him enthusiastically and generously, which made Simon Blowing Snow's heart beat uncontrollably.

Ever since she had intruded into his life without warning, his uneventful life had begun to take shape.

Prior to this, he had never flinched in the slightest when fighting against evenly matched opponents. Either the opponent falls, or dies under the opponent's sword.

Death, in Simon Blowing Snow's view, is just another destination.

But since he met Shu Ange, he has rarely done anything with people in the past few months. Little by little, she invaded his life and made him experience many emotions that he had never experienced before.

Ximen Fuxue stared at Shu Ange, he was once fearless of death, but he didn't want to die, he didn't want her to die, and he didn't want to die himself.

Her smile was more touching and lovely than the blood on the tip of his sword.

When a swordsman begins to fear death, when a ruthless person suddenly becomes amorous.

"Target person's opinion +13, current opinion 50."

Ximen Fuxue suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on Shu Ange's shoulder.

His movements surprised her a little, but she didn't dodge, just looked at him with a smile.

The next moment, Simon Fuxue's hand left her shoulder, and the sword lay across her white and slender neck.

"From now on, you are not allowed to follow me."

His expression was as cold as ice, his sword was as cold as frost, and his words were cold and heartless.

Shu Ange lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the sword that flashed with cold light across his neck, a faint smile hooked up on his lips, and only replied with one word: "Okay." ”

She only replied with one word, without any superfluous words, and obediently made Simon Blowing Snow a little unaccustomed.

The sword was sheathed, and Simon Blowing Snow strode away.

The flowers are splendid, the green leaves are thick and green, and he is dressed in white, like frost and snow.

Shu Ange leaned over and folded a rose that was just open, and with a flower branch in her hand, she walked through the streets and alleys, and returned to the inn in the eyes of the people.

Ximen Blowing Snowman was not in the inn, he didn't come back, Shu Ange had expected this.

The favorability of the two reached 50 before, and for most people, this is just a number of floating minds and thoughts.

But for Ximen Fuxue, having a heart for a woman is a process of breaking and reorganizing the worldview and outlook on life.

In the inn, Lu Xiaofeng leaned on the recliner, drinking wine comfortably, and Hua Manlou sat not far from him.

Shu Ange walked in, and with a light hand, the pale pink rose fell into the azure plum bottle.

Lu Xiaofeng drank all the wine in the cup, and asked a little strangely: "Ximen Fuxue didn't come back with you?" ”

Shu Ange smiled silently, and replied after sitting down: "The owner of Ximen Zhuang put the sword on my neck and warned me not to follow him in the future." ”

Lu Xiaofeng put down the wine glass, with an embarrassed look on his face, and touched the two beards that had just grown out for a long time, and said, "Sword idiots are like this, Shangguan girl, don't go to your heart." Maybe he's hitting a bottleneck and is breaking through, so that's ......"

When he said this, he didn't say any more, because Lu Xiaofeng knew that Ximen was blowing snow, and he had no regrets.

Hua Manlou spoke, he didn't mention Ximen blowing snow, but talked about business: "Tomorrow, Yan Tieshan will hold a banquet in the mansion and invite us to come over for a gathering, and Dugu Yihe and his five disciples will be present." ”

"I don't know if it's a Hongmen feast."

Shu Ange said with a smile, then said goodbye to the two, turned around and went upstairs.

After she ascended the stairs, Lu Xiaofeng got up lightly and quickly wrote a sentence on the back of Hua Manlou.

Hua Manlou looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a soft expression, and only said four words: "Zhilan's friend." ”

(Meow, guess what Xiaofeng wrote~)