The round moon is brighter.

On the night when the moon is at its fullest, many people do not like to sleep, although sleep is the most beautiful errand in the world.

Because there's always a lot of fun to do in a night like this.

Some people will choose to drink on such nights, and some people will listen to small songs on such nights.

Some people even like to climb on the wall of other people's houses to listen to the quarrels between other people's families.

In this way, when you are idle the next day, you can enjoy going back and forth and talk about other people's affairs that have nothing to do with you at all.

Of course, there is also a kind of person in this world who does not like the night at all.

Because as long as it was night, he had a feeling of hating himself.

Not only does he not like to see others enjoy, but he also does not like to see himself enjoyed.

Especially when you see someone who is richer than you and is crazy about enjoying a life that you can't achieve, this person loses his temper when he sees anything.

It was as if the birds flying in the sky had taken away his pleasure.

This is the case with the flower monk at this moment.

It also happened to be night.

So the flower monk who walked behind the shadow kept nagging something in his mouth.

The shadow walking in front deliberately slowed down, and when the flower monk approached, he turned around and smiled, "What are you babbling about?"

"At such a good time, why don't you go back to your inn and go to this valley for a walk?" said Monk Hua as a woman.

"Isn't this valley as good as your Wanhualou?" quipped.

"Of course. Monk Hua patted his big bald head with his hand and said angrily.

The shadow held the sword in his arms, turned around, looked at the flower monk and said, "This must be the feeling of a crow, you can't do it." ”

"Do you know the crow?" Monk Hua remembered his cash cow and his own Wanhualou.

Wanhualou has always been a favorite place for men because there are many women here.

Where there are many women, there must be many men, and these men like to spend money on these women.

It seems that in this world, it should be natural for a man to spend money for a woman.

Women, on the other hand, only like to see men pay for themselves.

is like the crow in the heart of the flower monk, although the flower monk doesn't like this woman, he likes the way she looks when she earns money for herself, after all, in this world, there are more women who like silver than men.

When he thought of the crow, Monk Hua suddenly felt a little pain in his heart, of course, what made him heartache was not the crow person, but the happiness when she brought silver to herself, which actually disappeared.

The crow that could earn money for himself disappeared, which made Monk Hua very depressed.

She neither took her money with her, nor did she leave any message, as if she was really a migratory bird who had gone to the south for the winter, and she was in a hurry.

Even if she is a flying bird, her name is a crow, and crows don't have this habit.

"I don't know. Shadow said.

The woman's name had already been said in his mouth, and the shadow would actually say that he didn't know him, and Monk Hua didn't believe his words.

Especially the shadow in front of me.

Is he really the shadow of Xiao Tearblood's side? This answer is only known to Xiao Tearblood himself, even if he is Xiao Tearblood's friend, he really doesn't know.

Monk Hua wanted to open his mouth to prove his idea, but the sword in Shadow's arms made him stop his impulse.

Lonely Shadow!

The lonely sword is slender, and the lonely face is sallow.

And the scabbard of the shadow is made of gold.

Monk Hua also wanted to know if the Shadow's sword was also made of gold, but when he saw the Shadow's eyes, he still closed his mouth very honestly.

After all, the shadow is a swordsman, and as long as the swordsman's sword leaves the scabbard, he will inevitably see blood.

No matter whose blood it is.

Of course, the flower monk is not so stupid, only a fool will look at the shadow sword, whether it is really made of gold.

"Why did you suddenly remember to dress up as lonely?" Shadow seemed curious about the question.

Originally, Monk Hua was talking with his neck straight, but when he heard the name Lonely, he immediately lowered his head and didn't look at the standing shadow.

"Did he find you?" asked Shadow again.

"No!" replied Monk Hua honestly.

At this moment, he seems to be a very honest person.

It's a pity that he is not a true monk, just a flower monk.

"Oh!" the shadow replied, not asking the question again.

After a pause, the shadow said again, "Li Qing asked you to come here?"

He had never believed in Dongfang Laughter. Monk Hua replied.

"I believe that. Shadow said.

"It was Li Qing who told me that as long as I pretend to be lonely, Dongfang Xiao will definitely be fooled. "Monk Hua was very cautious when he spoke.

This is a fact that Dongfang laughed at him for making a mistake that he shouldn't have made. The shadow sneered.

"Could it be that he is the ghost-faced man?" asked Monk Hua plucking up his courage.

"Maybe they are not alone at all, Dongfang Xiao is just a shadow of the ghost-faced man. The shadow smiled.

Monk Hua also smiled.

He admits that this is a very real problem.

Many people leave others with only a hypocritical face, and the sinister in his heart is known only to himself.

Every unexpected encounter, the hypocritical face has a smile that he doesn't believe.

And if you say it in your own mouth, your heart will be ashamed.

But that's what some people are, people who call themselves noble.

Who's whose shadow is who? Maybe only in that sunlight can be seen.

But the scorching sun can only shine on a person's skin, but it can't penetrate his heart.

The heart under the skin, no one can guess clearly and see clearly.

"That's why you're hiding in an unmanned inn. Monk Hua suddenly changed the subject.

"It's much better than some people who just hide my identity and don't betray my conscience. The shadow looked at the flower monk with calm eyes.

"Do you already know who the real owner of the ghost is?" said the flower monk stared into the shadow's eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the shadow in front of him had become less terrifying, and he seemed to be very reasonable.

"I don't know, but I have a special feeling that this person is very close to us. The shadow looked up at the sky.

The moon was already high in the sky, and countless stars were shining in the sky.

Shadow let out a long sigh as he lowered his head again, as if he had become worried about the ghost-faced man's existence.

The shadow turned and walked away again.

"Wait. Monk Hua called.

The shadow didn't turn around, but just asked, "What else?"

"Man Dajiang is really your friend?" said the flower monk.

"Shadow has no friends, he is a friend of Shopkeeper Yang. The shadow stepped along.

The flower monk walking behind him no longer squeaked, and his footsteps rose and fell with the footsteps of the shadow, as if the person walking on the mountain road was just one.

Naturally blocking their way was a forest, which was so large that the big flower monks didn't want to see it.

For in the distance they saw two figures, and these two figures were standing in a clearing next to the woods.

A big red lantern hangs next to the woods.

The faint candlelight shone on the faces of two men, one of whom wore a ghost mask.

The shadow walking in front did not stop, but said in his mouth: "The person you want to see is in front, you can go and ask who he is?"

The shadow waited for a long time, but the person behind him did not answer his words.

The shadow still didn't look back, but said with a smile: "Sure enough, it's a flower monk, and he never wants to do something terrible." ”

He spoke loudly and far away, as if he were deliberately trying to let those standing in the distance hear that he had come here, and that he was not alone.

The figure of the shadow floated up instantly, and his light skills were not weak.

Li Qing, who was standing, looked at the sword on the coffee table, and the moment he was about to pick up the sword, he heard a person's voice from a distance.

So Li Qing retracted his gaze and looked at the ghost-faced man: "It's another friend who came, and his swordsmanship is also good." ”

The ghost-faced man said coldly, "Are you waiting for this person?"

"Yes, if he can come to me before dark, it means he's still alive. Li Qingdao.

The ghost-faced man was stunned for a moment, and then said, "What do you mean... ”

"As long as he is alive, it is enough to say that the other person is dead. Li Qing's expression was very flat, as if all this was expected by him.

"He's a reckless man, very self-righteous. The ghostface shook his head and sighed gloomily.

"Do you know who he is?" asked Li Qing.

"Of course. "Ghostface.

"There are many people in the rivers and lakes who know him, and they all think that he is just a big gang leader. Li Qing rubbed his nose with his hand.

"He shouldn't have known a woman. "Ghostface.

"You also know this woman?" Li Qingdao.

"If a woman can betray her man once, she will definitely do it again, this is a woman's nature, she doesn't care how good this man is to her. Ghostface sighed.

"It was a man who bought her with an honest heart, and it was the man's fault. Li Qing said lightly.

"Yes, this is a man's fault, he has made the most common mistake that men in the world make, and he should not trust a fickle woman. "Ghostface.

Li Qing smiled calmly, he knew this woman very well.

As they spoke, the shadow figure had arrived, and he stopped not far from the two men.

The sword in his hand was slowly picked up and held in his arms.

"You're here. Li Qing glanced at the shadow.

"He's dead. The shadow said slowly.

"Did you kill him?" Li Qing said again.

"The man who killed him doesn't seem to want to see you, he doesn't like to see another person. The moment the shadow came here, he lowered his head, as if he didn't want to see the ghost-faced man in front of him.

Li Qing let out a soft 'oh', and then moved his gaze to the ghost-faced man.

"Now you can come and kill me, you have a good reason. Li Qing smiled slightly, looking very relaxed.

In the moonlight, the ghost-faced man said in a cold tone, "You think I can't kill you when he comes?"

"Then why don't you do it yet?" Li Qingdao.

His eyes were on the sword in the ghostface's hand.