The cold, golden thousand-year-old cold silk slashed through the air, tearing the air, and a woman's figure on the beam of the room was flipping and dodging the thousand-year-old cold silk that shot out of Hua Wuying's hand.

The woman's body was wrapped with fine red silk, and her whole body hung on the red silk, like a dancing flying fairy, flying lightly, she thought that she had escaped the attack of the thousand-year-old cold silk without a shadow, but it was not as she wished, the smile on her face suddenly froze, and then let out a shrill exclamation.

It turned out that Hua Wuying's previous move was a false move, and when the woman dodged, the thousand-year-old cold silk had already bypassed her back and cut her right shoulder. The woman was in pain, and suddenly lost her balance on the beam of the house and fell from the beam, and the red silk on her body flew when she fell, and there was a kind of fairy who fell from the sky as beautiful, and then fell on the soft collapse not far from the windowsill.

The woman fell to the soft collapse, and the few red silks wrapped around her body were scattered, and she gently brushed the long hair that covered half of her face, and looked up at the two uninvited guests who were already standing next to the soft collapse.

"Who are you, and how are you here?" she blinked, her lips furled, and her words were full of surprise, as if nothing had happened to her hiding on the beams of the house and being knocked down, as if she had just woken up on the soft collapse and found two uninvited guests.

Her long, shiny black hair hung down from her chest, perhaps surprised, perhaps frightened, her undulating chest left a few shadows under the swaying of the red candle lights in the room, and the undulating shadows were a fatal temptation for any man.

She looked at Leng Jiuming, none of the men who came here to see her could take their eyes off her, and then this white-clothed man stained with blood turned a blind eye to her beauty, and there was only indifference in his blue eyes, and even warning and killing intent.

She looked Leng Jiuming up and down in disbelief, she had a beautiful face that was enough to make men crazy for her, a beautiful face, a slender figure, she could say nothing, do nothing, and let men go up the knife mountain and go down the oil pot for her.

She leaned on the soft collapse, leaned forward, relaxed and seemed to be a little nervous and panicked at the same time, this tension and defense are more likely to provoke some thoughts in the hearts of others, she seems to don't know, a pair of charming eyes implying autumn water sent an autumn wave towards Leng Jiuming, "I don't know who the son is?" She looked at Leng Jiuming's handsome and demonic face, although the person was so cold that it was frightening, but she had never seen such a handsome man who had passed away.

Leng Jiuming looked at her quietly like this, not to be precise, because there didn't seem to be a shadow of her in his blue eyes, he didn't seem to see her secret Qiubo, and he didn't seem to hear her question, he just stood like this, dressed in bloody white clothes.

"Who are you?" Hua Wuying stood beside Leng Jiuming, and her body did not move, she looked at the woman on the soft collapse and asked lightly, although she guessed in her heart that this woman was the red aunt that Fang Yao said, but she still asked. Although she was asking, her tone was extremely flat, making it impossible to hear whether she was asking or talking flatly, and it was also difficult to tell whether she needed to answer her question or not.

The two figures, one red and one white, stood like this, as if they were guests in someone's house, waiting for the local owner to invite them to sit down, and not far behind them was the window lattice, which they had broken into and broken, but they were so leisurely and calm that it was difficult to associate them with the person who had destroyed the window lattice to that terrible appearance.

The woman sat up straight on the soft collapse, the red silk wrapped in her body slipped off a few more points, she blinked, her charming eyes looked at Leng Jiuming's body a few more times, and then turned her gaze to Hua Wuying, she smiled happily, like a hospitable host, and said: "My name is Hongyan, they all call me Honggu, this forest of no return is mine, everything in the forest of no return is mine." ”

"So, the dry bone frost flower in Muxin Building is also yours?" Hua Wuying looked at Hongyan and said with a positive color. Anyway, for her, this is not the forest where the dry bones and frost flowers are important to her.

"So, he's mine, of course, and you, including everything that goes into the Forest of No Return. Speaking of the dry bone frost flower, Hongyan was indifferent, as if it was not a rare treasure, but a small grass that could be seen everywhere in the forest, she pointed at Leng Jiuming, chuckled twice, and looked at the flower without a shadow.

If it were other men, seeing such a beautiful and charming woman, it is estimated that they would already be in their hearts, and they would have thought about it when they heard her say this, and they couldn't wait, but Leng Jiuming still didn't seem to have heard of it, his blue eyes were as blue as the sea, and the temperature around him had dropped a lot, and the woman couldn't help but clutch the red silk on her chest, and the water rippled in her eyes.

Hua Wuying ignored Hongyan's words, she looked at her, the corners of her mouth hooked up a chuckle, and asked, "The ** bewitching song we heard in the forest was played by you, and the song was also sung by you?"

"What's the ** bewildering song?" Hongyan winked at Hua Wuying in confusion, but before Hua Wuying answered, she suddenly seemed to understand what Hua Wuying was talking about, and continued: "There is no one else here, I do like to sing on the piano in my spare time, if the two of you hear the sound of the piano and singing, it can only be from me, I don't know if you two like the song I sing?"

"The sound of the piano is moving, the singing voice is beautiful, and the singing voice of the red-faced girl is naturally likable. Jiuming, do you think I'm right?" Hua Wuying said slowly, turning his face sideways to ask Leng Jiuming's opinion.

Leng Jiuming didn't have any extra movements since he entered the room, nor did he have any superfluous expressions, and when he heard Hua Wuying's question, he suddenly stepped forward.

Seeing that the handsome man who had never been moved finally took action, he leaned forward and showed a shy smile at Leng Jiuming, shy and with infinite style, Leng Jiuming's blue eyes looked at her, and when he saw her eyes rippling and tender like water, he seemed to be in a trance, he suddenly reached over and pulled the red silk on her body.

The red silk was wrapped around her body, as long as she pulled it gently, it would reveal endless beautiful scenery, her red face was flushed, she was secretly happy in her heart, she was waiting for Leng Jiuming to approach. As soon as he came close, as soon as he made a move, she would hold him tightly and let him belong to her, like all the men who had entered the Forest of No Return before.