Don Juan looked at the demon boy standing at the top of the stairs, his eyes full of smiles.

He didn't speak, just looked at her quietly and didn't say a word.

Don Juan knows that the beauty of the demon prince no longer has the so-called distinction between men and women, her beauty has been freed from all the shackles of the world, and what remains is only the purest beauty.

and the look of others who are stunned by appreciation.

"Where's the wine?" the demon boy looked at the smiling Don Juan and chuckled softly.

Looking at the smiling face of the demon boy, Tang Juan suddenly felt as if there was a spring breeze blowing in front of him, Tang Juan immediately patted the table and said loudly: "Little Er, serve wine, serve good wine." ”

The rainy night was deep, and silence swept through the night.

But at this moment, the inn is still brightly lit.

The wine was quickly served, but the little two who delivered the wine left very slowly.

Don Juan knows the reason, the demon boy also knows the reason, maybe everyone knows the reason.

Because that is people's pursuit and nostalgia for beauty.

Don Juan picked up the flask, poured a glass of wine, slowly pushed it to the demon boy, and withdrew his hand.

He didn't touch the demon boy.

He is unwilling to tarnish the beauty that transcends the world, and perhaps this also comes from his pursuit of beauty.

Or maybe it's a kind of respect for beauty.

Immediately after, Don Juan poured another glass of wine and handed it to the old storyteller on the table next to him.

"I'm tired of you and that girl tonight. Don Juan laughed.

The old man looked at Don Juan and smiled, his old eyes showing some approval.

The old man didn't shirk either, and said, "Then, the old man is not welcome." ”

After speaking, he took a sip of wine.

The old man closed his eyes and sighed: "Having said so much, it is comfortable to be able to drink a glass, it is too comfortable." ”

Don Juan smiled and continued to the old man: "It's enough for tonight, you let go and drink." ”

The old man shook his head and said softly, "I'm old, I can't drink anymore." ”

Don Juan smiled.

The demon boy quietly watched Tang Juan chatting with the old man like this.

She was a little curious as to why a young man who was not weaker than a king-level master was so approachable.

In the entire rivers and lakes, king-level people can almost be regarded as the top existence, but how many people will respect the weak?

Perhaps even the weak themselves do not have their own respect.

Because without strength, respect is meaningless.

This is the rivers and lakes.

The demon boy sighed lightly, and between his eyebrows, there seemed to be more sorrow.

Tang Juan looked at the sighing demon boy and said with a smile: "Why is the demon brother sighing." '

The demon boy looked puzzled and asked, "Brother Tang's strength is outstanding, but he doesn't have a trace of arrogance. ”

Tang Juan nodded, and immediately understood what the demon boy was thinking.

Don Juan smiled and said, "Be polite to people, the road will be easier." ”

"But your current strength, the entire rivers and lakes, there are very few people who can embarrass you. The demon boy asked suspiciously.

Don Juan picked up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, and smiled softly when he heard the words of the demon prince.

"Because I'm afraid of death, if I'm polite to people, they will remember me a lot more and won't attack me behind my back. ”

Don Juan's words were relaxed, but the old man who was drinking the wine noticed the prudence in Don Juan's eyes.

"Mainly, I'm afraid of death. Don Juan didn't know why, and repeated.

The demon boy was stunned and couldn't help laughing

"Brother Tang, isn't it groundless?"

Tang Juan looked at the smile on the demon boy's face, and still drank slowly.

The old man, who was listening to them, also took a sip of wine.

The hall became quiet again.

The little girl looked at Don Juan and the demon boy who were still chatting, and when she saw that no one asked her to play the piano, she also tugged at the old man's sleeve.

The old man felt the tugging of his sleeves and turned to look at the girl.

"I'm going to sleep for a while, and I'll call me when I play the piano. The little girl said lightly.

"Okay, you can sleep. The old man nodded, and the little girl stopped talking, closed her eyes and lay down on the table.

But at this moment, the wine glass in Don Juan's hand had disappeared for some time, and his white fingers had already touched the smooth and white throat of the demon boy.

"What if that person is your best friend and you take advantage of your unpreparedness?" Don Juan was still smiling, but the smile on his face was already cold.

Tang Juan's martial arts are superb, even if the demon prince secretly attacks, the probability of defeating him is very difficult, not to mention that at this moment, Tang Juan suddenly sneaks attack, even if the demon prince is on guard, he can't resist it.

"I..."The demon prince looked into Don Juan's eyes, she saw her stunning face,

And the infatuated look in his eyes had long since disappeared, and what was left was a faint killing intent.

Don Juan's fingers are slender and slender, but such a perfect pair of hands can kill the demon prince in an instant.

The old man raised his hand and drank the last sip of his glass.

The old man said, "Give me another glass of wine." ”

The old man's voice echoed through the quiet hall.

At this moment, Don Juan let go of his hand, and his body returned to his seat again, holding the wine glass that had just disappeared.

No one could see how the glass had suddenly disappeared and how it had suddenly appeared in Don Juan's hand.

Don Juan picked up the flask, filled his glass, and handed it to the old storyteller beside him.

"That's how my master died. Don Juan said lightly.

The killing machine dissipated, making the demon boy suddenly feel a lot more relaxed, and he couldn't help but take two deep breaths at the moment.

The old man slowly took the flask and poured himself a glass.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in his originally cloudy eyes.

"Someone pointed through the throat. ”

Don Juan smiled a little lonely.

The demon boy was a little stunned, she didn't know what to say.

But the killing intent from Don Juan was very real.

"It's late at night, so it's better for the demon boy to rest early. ”

Don Juan said as he drank his wine.

The demon boy didn't speak, but stood up and walked quickly upstairs.

Don Juan picked up the flask and poured himself another glass of wine.

"Trouble girl, play a tune and listen to it. Don Juan looked at the old man sitting there and chuckled softly.

Don Juan has a handsome face and speaks very considerately and politely.

But who would have thought that this noble son in front of him, who was as gentle as jade, would make a killing move?

The old man didn't seem very flustered, maybe he had traveled south and north for decades, and he had seen more people, so he was used to seeing it.

Or maybe he's such a person himself.

I saw the old man gently patting the girl in Tsing Yi who was sleeping on the table.

The girl in Tsing Yi raised her head, and she rubbed her eyes, trying to make herself sober.

The old man smiled: "It's not too late to play a few songs and then fall asleep." ”

The girl in Tsing Yi nodded.

She gently plucked the strings with her fingertips, and soon a melodious sound resounded in the hall.

Don Juan closed his eyes and listened intently to the sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano gently floated through the empty hall, looking ethereal and lonely.

At this time, on Don Juan's face, he also saw a little loneliness.

The piano sounded for a long time, but there were still only three Don Juan in the hall.

Perhaps everyone was asleep, and no one came to disturb Don Juan.

Or maybe the Finger King of the Heavenly Yang Sect had already discovered Tang Juan, but he didn't want to meddle with his affairs.

Don Juan listened quietly to the sound of the piano, and the wine in the glass went from disappearing to full, and the wine jug changed from one, to two, three, four...

"Childe drinks a lot. The old man laughed.

Don Juan opened his eyes and replied, "I used to like to get together with friends, and I always liked to drink more than wine. ”

But now, three years later, how are the former friends doing now?

Don Juan smiled a little lonely, he raised his glass, and drank the rest of the wine in the glass.

"Childe's hand, in fact, I want to remind that childe. The old man said.

Don Juan blinked and said, "Which son?"

The old man replied suspiciously, "So that's a girl?"

Don Juan listened to the old man's words, laughed, his fair cheeks became red, and he said a little inarticulately: "Who knows if it's a man or a woman, isn't it enough to be good-looking?"

The old man nodded, recalling the face of the demon boy, and couldn't help but agree.

Who cares?" Don Juan repeated in his heart

"Okay, it's not early, the girl has been singing here for a long time, let's rest early. Don Juan seemed to be drunk and staggered.

After hearing this, the girl in Tsing Yi stopped and looked at the old man beside her.

The old man said, "Then the old man retired first. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he pulled the girl in green clothes and walked outside.

Don Juan lay on the bench beside the table, looking up at the top of the hall, stunned.

After the court returned from the air, the painting hall was half-covered with bead curtains.

Lin Feng was tired of the night. The crescent moon of the small building, looking back at the self-fiber.

Don Juan's voice was soft, and the effects of the alcohol seemed to make him a little drowsy, and he seemed to have forgotten everything, but he seemed to remember it clearly.

He touched his right shoulder, but all he could touch was his fine white clothes.

But he knew that there was a scar on his right shoulder, very deep and long.

"From today on, you are a "chrysanthemum gentleman". Don Juan's ears seemed to hear the old, gentle voice again.

Don Juan took a sip of wine and closed his eyes.

The long lights in the hall finally burned out the last of the fire, and the whole hall suddenly darkened.

The bright moonlight outside the window shone in through the window and sprinkled on Don Juan's body.

Tang Juan raised his head to look at the cold moonlight outside the window, and he sighed softly: "Master, the rivers and lakes are so tired, I really want to go back to the Valley of Hundred Flowers." ”

But the moonlight hangs there forever, how can it respond to Don Juan's sigh?

It was late in the night, and Don Juan closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.

When you drink too much alcohol, your mind naturally becomes a little drowsy, which is a natural sign of drunkenness.

But Don Juan was not drunk, he was sober.

He was thinking about something, or maybe remembering it was making it difficult for him to sleep.

He remembered the demon boy.

He had seen the Demon Boy a long time ago.

It was a night a long time ago.

The demon boy wears a white dress and does not apply powder.

Her eyes were like water, reflecting the bright moon in the sky.

She just reclined at the window, quiet and soft.

And Don Juan watched quietly from a distance, and Don Juan had to admit that he was stunned at that time.

He had forgotten that he was in the perilous Tianyang Sect, that he had come to this trip, that he had forgotten everything.

He looked at the demon boy like this, and the time around him seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Until Don Juan saw the man in red who suddenly appeared behind the demon boy.

I saw a flash of silver light in the man's hand, slowly stabbing at the demon boy who was admiring the moon.

The knife in the man's hand swung slowly, like a leaf blown off by the wind.

Not even the air around them.

There was not a trace of killing intent, not a trace of sound.

But Don Juan saw it.

Tang Juan didn't care about the hiding at this moment, he got up and jumped and appeared in front of the demon prince.

He saw the surprise that flashed on the beautiful face of the demon boy,

Tang Juan stretched out his hand, and a short knife had already struck the back of the demon boy, hitting the position of the man in red.

The man in red was obviously taken aback, and he hurriedly swung his sword to resist.

But Don Juan's flying knife was like a meteor in the sky, stabbing straight into the forehead of the man in red.

Everything happened so suddenly, but everything ended so suddenly.

Just like tonight, Don Juan smiled at the thought of this.

"The treasure of the Tianyang Sect, I am rampant in the world and laugh at it!"

Don Juan's figure has long since disappeared, and only his faint laughter still hovers in the sky.

Don Juan seems to have returned to the beginning, when he first met the demon prince.

"This girl, it's been so long, and she's still so, careless. ”

Thinking back on all this, Don Juan seemed to smile, very satisfied with his heroic act of saving beauty.

"It should be a thief who saves the United States. Don Juan muttered softly.

Finally, the lamp oil in the hall seemed to have burned out, and the moonlight after the rain shone through the window and sprinkled on Don Juan's body.

But with the moonlight coming in, there was also a man in Tsing Yi.