The vermilion window is carved with flowers, the green screen attracts butterflies, the lanterns are hung high, the bead curtain is rolled low, the four corners of the hall of the Hualou, the copper Rui beast furnace that is more than one person high spits out the colored smoke of incense.

In the hall, there are joyful voices, and warblers sing and swallows dance. The corner of Zhi Hunt's eyes swept over, and dozens of eight immortal tables of sour branches and wood were distributed in the hall, and one by one the dusty women who were greased and powdered, and the half-dissolved sarn clothes accompanied all kinds of guests to laugh and laugh, drink and guess boxing. A stage was set up in front of the hall, and a half-old mermaid singer held a pipa in her arms and sang in a low voice. Young girls surround them, waving streamers and dancing to the music.

Red Lixue led Zhijia Zhenjing through the hall, turned the half-light and half-dark corridor, stopped in front of a dark utility room in the backyard, and silently pushed open the door.

An old musty smell came to my nose, the room was silent and dark, and the small skylight to the north faintly revealed a glimmer of whitish moonlight. "There were a lot of people outside, so we went in and talked. Hong Lianxue chuckled, and the door quietly closed behind the two of them.

"Little brother, tell my sister, where are you from?" Hong Lianxue approached, and her snow-white and plump breasts exuded a sweet and greasy woman's fragrance.

The eight-winged golden cicada suddenly let out a cold chirp, Zhi Jiazhen stared at the red mercy snow's crooked eyes, and in the dark waves, the killing intent struck him silently, thin and sharp as the cold light flashing on the edge of a fingernail.

"If I die, so will the fat tiger. Zhi Hunti said calmly, and the short dagger slid into his palm.

"What did you do to him?" Hong Lianxue's voice froze, and the killing intent of the surprise attack suddenly stopped, and she hid beside Zhi Hunt Zhen, like a poisonous snake that wanted to devour her neck.

"I saved the life of the fat tiger brother, he and I have a sincere relationship, how can I do anything to him?" Zhi Hunt Zhen's expression was calm, and the eight-winged golden cicada clearly felt the ups and downs of the red snow's mental fluctuations, the turbidity of her left foot, the tense muscles of her right arm, and the orchid jade fingers that were like sharp blades...... He suddenly understood why Zhang Wuyi had turned his back on him, but he was still able to accurately pursue with the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong's clear qi.

This is the spiritual induction of refining the gods and returning to the void, and it is a pair of eyes transformed by spiritual power.

"Then what do you mean?" Hong Lianxue's killing intent decreased slightly.

With the help of the witch spirit, Zhi Hunt Zhen roughly sensed the cultivation of Hong Lianxue, and his heart was even more safe. The Three-Killing Machine Sword Qi had already taken shape, coupled with the incomparable spiritual induction power of the Wu Ling, and the huge essence of the Qi Qi as the backing, even if it was an opponent who refined qi and returned to the gods, he was not invincible.

"Sister Xue has been taking care of the Fat Tiger brothers for many years, right?" Zhi Hunt really asked in a good time.

"Don't talk nonsense. "Red Mercy Snow's voice is as cold as snow.

"Sister Xue, you can take care of Fat Tiger for ten or twenty years, but can you protect him for the rest of your life? Today, you can kill me, but what about the future? Do you want Fat Tiger to live alone for the rest of his life?"

"A friend like you, a scheming friend?"

"When you and I meet for the first time, how can Sister Xue assert that I have bad intentions towards Fat Tiger?"

"You kid looks like a ruthless and endurable character. Hong Lianxue sneered, "The old lady has opened this Yihong Courtyard for so many years, and the men she has seen are like carp crossing the river, and I have never missed these two tricks!"

"It is an indisputable fact that I saved the fat tiger and repaid my grievances with virtue. Sister Xue can ask the fat tiger brothers. "Sister Xue, if you want to kill me, it's just that you feel that Fat Tiger is simple-hearted, and I'm worried that he will be used by me and get involved in right and wrong." But have you ever thought about it, why did Fat Tiger hide from you to rob the rope bridge?"

Hong Lianxue was moved by his words, and couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen said in a deep voice: "Because he has grown up." It's like a young eagle, eager to break away from the wings of its mother nest and attack the wider sky. If you kill me, what will the fat tiger think? He will doubt himself, he will doubt you! What is the difference between you breaking his wings and killing him? That's why I said, if I die, the fat tiger will die. ”

"What a clever tongue!" Hong Lianxue was silent for a moment and sneered, "I'm afraid that if the fat tiger is sold by you, I will count the silver for you." ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen smiled slightly, and the witch spirit reacted to the other party's killing intent that was constantly weakening. "Sister Xue, with all due respect, you are not the mother of the fat tiger after all, and you have no right to make decisions for a man who has grown up!"

Hong Lianxue's expression changed suddenly, and her killing intent skyrocketed: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

Zhi Hunt really snorted lightly, and deliberately angered Hong Lianxue: "Beauty, who is looking for death." Daniel persuaded the other party only for a while, and only by force could this beautiful woman who had read countless people be truly jealous.

Red Lixue pounced lightly, stretched out her sleeve with her left palm, and cut it to Zhi Kari, her nails like crystal ice blades, flashing in the dark. The other hand was shrunk in the sleeve, as if it was not moving, and it echoed secretly.

Zhijia is really on tiptoe, and retreats backwards, like a cloud floating, without the slightest fireworks, which is exactly the "light body trick of flowing clouds and flowing water" passed by the breeze.

Red Lixue's finger knife slashed in front of him, and her left elbow was raised, and the finger knife was swept from the bottom up, towards Zhi Kari's chin. The moves are skillful, the changes are smooth, and there is no flaw. Zhi Hunt Zhen retreated again, and the finger knife slashed downward, chasing Zhi Hunt Zhen like a shadow.

Zhi Hunt's real body spreads and retreats to the base of the wall. The finger knife accelerated abruptly, plunging straight into Zhi Kari's chest, making a sharp sound of breaking the wind.

Shin Zhijia leaned his back against the wall, his body moving horizontally. "Ahh

Taking advantage of the moment when Hong Lianxue's movements were sluggish, Zhi Hunt really sent out a short dagger and stabbed the opponent directly under the ribs. Hong Lianxue shook her right hand sleeve, and her five fingers cut, poked, flicked, plucked, hooked, and dagger dazzled continuously.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding-" Zhi Jia Zhen unfolded the sword style of the Snow Night Palace banquet diagram, the short dagger seized the opportunity, fast and accurate, and the enemy must be saved, forcing Hong Lianxue to retreat, his right hand was tired of parrying, and his left hand never found a chance to insert into the battle circle.

"Hiss!" The cold light of the dagger flashed, and the sound of cracking silk came out, and the red and snowy Luo Shang cracked open at the shoulder, revealing a plump and white fragrant shoulder. At the moment when she changed color and the turbidity was about to erupt, Zhi Hunt really sprinkled and then withdrew, as if flowing water poured down, free and freehand.

"Sister Xue, I have no malicious intentions, how about I stop here?" Zhijia really retracted the dagger into the cuffs.

"Stop here, stinky boy, you dare to eat the old lady's tofu!" Hong Lianxue gritted her teeth with hatred, and her hands closed up and down, like holding a pipa in her arms, her nails hooked back and forth, making a sound of instrumental music.

"Are you Dunhuang?" Zhi Hunt really stared at the crimson mark that appeared on the other party's forehead, quite surprised. The imprint is shining, like a graceful dancing goddess, holding the pipa in her arms, and the skirt is flying, which is the unique symbol of the Dunhuang family.

The original inhabitants of the Dunhuang people are desolate: the men are majestic and burly, proficient in carving and painting, and the women are beautiful and graceful, and they are good at singing and dancing musical instruments. Eight hundred years ago, Dunhuang defected because it could not bear the enslavement of the Yu people. Most of Dunhuang died under the pursuit of the Yu Sword Immortals, and the rest fled into the most desolate and vast desert, and there has been no trace since.

"Dunhuang ......" The depths of Honglianxue's eyes darkened slightly, and then he said coldly, "It's your business! Boy, you can't protect yourself now, and you still have ...... to be idle."

Halfway through her words, a flower appeared in front of her eyes, and Zhi Hunt really rushed over, just when her mind was slightly confused and her words were distracted.

"Cheng-" The sound of Qingli's agitated pipa echoed in the fighting room. In a hurry, the turbidity of the red snow burst out, and an invisible sound wave popped out along the fingertips, slightly missing the head, grazing the true sideburns of the Zhijia Hunt, hitting the old mirror in the corner of the wall, with a "bang", the copper lens shattered.

Zhi Hunt Zhen was already approaching, and the short dagger flashed a cold light, piercing the left neck of Hong Lianxue. The latter had no time to parry, his calves were raised forward, his waist was swinging back, and his delicate body danced back into a curved moon arc, while dodging the dagger, his sleeves were thrown out, and the hidden cuffs were like a spiritual snake out of a hole, shaking out a wonderful ring, and wrapping around the waist and legs of Zhi Hunt.

Suddenly, another dagger swept up from the right, staggering with the cold rays that had pierced out earlier like jade scissors. Hong Lianxue's delicate body stiffened, and the cold dagger stood on her jade neck, pressing it but not sending it.

At the same time, Red Reyuki's cuff wrapped around Zhi Kazuma's waist, causing him to stumble forward, leaning on Red Rein's full chest, the two sides skin to skin, eyes facing each other, close enough to hear each other's breathing.