The warm sun shone on the floor at noon, the floor of the room was made of fine sour wood, and the red-haired and seductive Maiden wore a spacious turquoise robe and knelt on the floor.

This natural green silk is really wonderful, it looks soft and smooth, and it will always magnify a man's desires infinitely. Inside the robe, Zang Yan wore a red belly pocket with exquisite embroidery, and between the movements, the tempting red appeared and disappeared, which was even more confusing.

Zhong Xihou wore a simple style and ordinary red robe, and he lay on the floor, his head resting on Zang Yan's lap.

Smelling the faint fragrance of the dancing girl, looking at the fair-skinned and attractive neck and arms, and then looking at the extremely charming face of the beauty, Zhong Xihou's mind has already been with this red-haired fox spirit thousands of times.

Zhongxihou is not Han Chinese, and there is no so-called red tape.

Zhong Xihou is a man, good at wine but knows moderation.

After raising the spirit, naturally I have already shared the joy of the bed with this beautiful girl, speaking of which, it is indeed a stunner, if you change to someone who does not know moderation, I am afraid that I am already weak and will not be able to walk and lift the sword.

"You say, why did Yan Xiao take me as an apprentice?"

Zhong Xihou's head rested on her lap, but it still didn't affect Zang Yan's brewing of the pot of Assam sent by Qu Tianqin.

This kind of tea is produced in a place called Assam in Xindu, and Zhongxihou has only heard of Assam mentioned by Mo, but he has never heard of such a superb tea there.

Zang Yan handed the white porcelain cup that was poured seven points full to Zhong Xihou, Zhong Xihou took it, his neck was slightly raised, his mouth was thrown forward, and he took a sip, which was mellow.

After drinking the tea, playing with the white porcelain cup in his hand, and looking up at the red-haired beauty, Zhong Xihou felt that sometimes life should be like this.

He suddenly asked a very brainless question, he asked, "Do you think you are not Zhong Nanyan's daughter?"

The hand that made the tea shook slightly, fortunately, there was no tea soup spilled, otherwise it would be too much to burn Zhongxihou, and it would be worth the loss if he burned his thighs. She glanced at Zhong Xihou viciously, but still didn't speak.

She didn't plan to assassinate Zhongxihou in the first place, but Zhu Jiannan knew that she was from the City Lord's Mansion in the City that never sleeps, so he arranged all this.

Obedience, or there is a line of life, refusal, there are hundreds of thousands of border troops on the edge of the city, and there are a bunch of rough men with blood like wolves.

Fortunately, she met Zhong Xihou, but when did she lose the anger of being driven away from the city that never sleeps?

Was it when she came to deliver the golden post? Was it when she attempted an assassination, and he asked for it? Or was it when he was rude and kissed lightly?

Look out the window at the birds and the leaves are falling, how should you spend this life?

There are 10,000 mansions, seven feet of sleep at night, thousands of acres of fertile land, and only three meals a day. Success is a prince and general, and a thousand years behind him is just a piece of soil.

"So, what was your purpose in coming to the city?"

Zhong Xihou stared directly at the beauty's chin, he was very curious, many girls will wipe their faces very white when they rub rouge, but often they forget their necks, and finally their faces and necks look really interesting.

This dancing girl is a little different, she is naturally fair-skinned, and the skin on her chin and neck is also so good-looking.

He couldn't help but reach out and stroke Maihime's chin, and Maihime instinctively slapped his hand away, forgetting the difference in identity between the two.

Zhong Xihou was not angry, he changed his position, lying on his side, his head still resting on the lap of the dancing girl.

"The predecessors planted the trees and the later people enjoyed the shade, if the trees were not taken care of, how could they live?"

Mai Ji was about to ask something, but looked down at the Lord of the West, who had closed his eyes and fell asleep on his lap. The side of the face is as sharp and angular as a rock in the desert, but the complexion of this city lord is a little deeper than that of the old peasant in the countryside.

She gently stroked his yellowed and slightly white hair with her hand, and she tried to recall, the Zhong Daxia she saw when she was a child is what you look like now?

Thinking about it, Zang Yan actually burst out laughing, she may have understood a little, she somewhat understood why her sister thought of Zhong Nanyan's goodness until she died, but she never hated the young city lord who drove them out of the city that never sleeped, Zhong Xihou.

"When he is right, I will take you back to the Westland······"

The voice was soft, and she frowned slightly, but the sleeping person was still asleep. Is he talking nonsense? Or is he dreaming about something? Who is right?

Hua Shaohong is also half a monster, a series of arrows and mountain birds, the arm was broken and the person passed out, and now it has reappeared, jumping around, not much different from the wild monkeys in the mountains.

He searched around the newly bought mansion of Zhongxi Hou, but he was stunned and didn't find his little brother, and he instantly felt a little bored.

When I got to the big water tank in the kitchen, I filled a scoop of water directly with a water ladle, and drank it all the time. After drinking, I let out a long sigh of "ah", which means quite comfortable.

The old chef who was busy in the kitchen had never seen Hua Shaohong, but looking at Hua Shaohong's appearance, he was afraid that he was also a noble son, and he wanted to ask and was afraid of offending, so he had to pretend not to see it. As a result, Hua Shaohong spoke first and had an intersection with the old chef.

"Uncle, give me a whole bowl of chopped green onion noodles. ”

The old chef stared at Hua Shaohong, his eyes rolled, and he thought to himself, this little young master is afraid that he will not be an outsider, and asked a little timidly: "Childe, do you want to add an omelette or get some braised pork?"

Hua Shaohong shook her head, pointed to a white porcelain bottle on the table, and asked, "Master, is it white vinegar here?"

The old chef nodded, and saw Hua Shaohong nodded, with a look of affirmation, the old chef asked tentatively: "Put some?"

Hua Shaohong shook her head, and the old chef asked again, "Put more?"

Hua Shaohong still shook her head, and didn't wait for the old chef to ask again, and said directly: "It's all down." ”

The old chef stared at the white porcelain bottle, what? It's all gone? muttered in his heart, the owner is from the West, and the people from the West are so spicy and salty, why does this little master's taste feel like Ruicheng's?

After looking closely, he denied his guess, maybe people just like to eat sour, just because they like to eat sour, how do they look like they are from the city.

Hua Shaohong and the old chef said a few polite words before leaving the kitchen, and then went out and met a young lady who looked quite delicate in white.

It is said that this little lady's temper and appearance are not commensurate, she saw that Hua Shaohong was a fresh face, and she saw that she was carrying a bow and arrow, and she was a waiter.

Hua Shaohong didn't mind the face this little lady gave him, so she sat down on the stone table and stone chair at the door of the kitchen, and put the purple gold luan phoenix treasure bow and the missing arrow of the mountain fowl on the stone table.

Purple, white, dark green, counting from one to twelve, I can't help but lament, but it's a pity that the red orange one.

He grabbed the mountain fowl order that was red except for the tail feathers, supported his cheeks with a fist with his left hand, and played with this mountain fowl order flexibly with the fingers of his right hand, and couldn't help but think and sigh.

I heard him muttering again: "Sister Yue, Sister Yue, why did you use such a good arrow to let me represent a person, you are really cruel to me······"

"What are you doing here, the soy sauce in the kitchen is running out, you can be smart and go to the Chen family shop at the corner of the street to buy two taels and come back. ”

Hua Shaohong's eyes were blank and slightly tired, and she looked up and saw that it was the little lady in white. Who is this little lady? Isn't it just like herself?

Hua Shaohong continued to play with the red mountain fowl order, and replied in a lukewarm voice: "I'm not interested in soy sauce, I want my master to go out and buy you a vat of Chen family's old vinegar from the shop." ”

The little lady in white crossed her hands and frowned, the standard shrew scolded the street in a preparatory posture, and Hua Shaohong came to her senses in an instant. Thinking that he hadn't quarreled with anyone for several years, he was about to listen to what the little lady in white was going to say, but he heard a hoarse ridicule.

"You girl, you can't even recognize the little brother of the Hou Ye, but fortunately, you haven't seen him, and this kid can't blame you. ”

Hua Shaohong didn't look back, the right sideburn couldn't help but ooze with fine sweat, forcibly stabilized her breath, and replied politely: "Brother Xiaoliang, your wolf king is really slow." ”

The person who came was Yan Hudeliang, Yan Hudeliang's voice was a little hoarse today, he walked slowly, sat opposite Hua Shaohong, and was about to speak, but saw the old chef coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of steaming green onion noodles.

The old chef was stunned for a moment, how can this be divided, the girl in white is here, the second master Liang is also there, and this little boy who is not ordinary at first glance.

Hua Shaohong waved his hand and motioned for the old chef to hand the noodles to Yan Hude. Yan Hude was not polite, picked up the chopsticks and knocked them on the stone table, straightened the length, picked up a chopstick surface and blew it with a chapped lip.

Although Hua Shaohong didn't move, her eyes widened wider and wider, waiting for the prank to be completed. The old chef watched the noodles getting closer and closer to Liang Erye's mouth, and couldn't help but avoid it, unwilling to look at it, a whole bottle of white vinegar, who can stand it.

Just listened to "Yu", the noodles were sucked into Yan Hude's mouth, seeing that he frowned slightly, he didn't put down the chopsticks, but put his mouth on the noodle bowl, and drank the noodle soup.

Hua Shaohong's eyes widened, his hands propped up on the edge of the stone table, staring straight at Yan Hudeliang.

Yan Hude just took one bite, two bites, finished eating noodles, drank soup, and was so satisfied that he burped. Hua Shaohong couldn't help swallowing her saliva, my mother, is this guy's sense of taste out of order?

"Don't you feel sore?"

Yan Hude's brows furrowed slightly, but it was only for a moment, he had no image at all, he picked his teeth with the nail of the little finger of his right hand, and laughed softly: "The noodles are a little too soft, and all kinds of dim sum in our clan taste sour, what is there to make a fuss about." ”

Hua Shaohong's eyes rolled, and he thought about the milk cake that his brother brought to him on the cliff when he was a child, saying that it was a barbarian tribute, and the sour taste, so he didn't say anything.

Yan Hude finished eating the noodles, the chopsticks were still in his hand, so lightly knocked on the bowl, and asked, "Honghong, where is the sword?"

The little lady in white looked at the two, but she didn't know how to move for a while, she wanted to leave but didn't dare, and she was afraid to stay.

"When did Brother Liang also like swords? I have twelve arrows here, do you like it?"

"Don't be poor, I ask you, what about the sword?"

Hua Shaohong stood up, stretched her waist, and motioned to the little lady in white to leave quickly. The little lady in white came from the dust, and she understood that as soon as she slipped through the smoke, she would not be able to see anyone.

Hua Shaohong shouted at the other end of the kitchen again: "Uncle, I heard that the soy sauce is gone, and no one uses the kitchen at this point, why don't you run around the street?"

The old chef didn't see the confrontation between the two before, and he didn't hear anything, but the little boy ordered, and he didn't say much, so he took the broken silver and went out.

Yan Hude looked at Hua Shaohong's movements, and understood the meaning, and went to grab the bow with lightning speed, but it was still half a beat slower, and Hua Shaohong kicked the purple gold Luan Fengbao bow into the air with a short foot. Then I saw him step on his left foot, and his body floated lightly, and he grabbed the bow.

Look at it again, but it is the twelve mountain fowl orders that are all in front of Yan Hude, and this guy is still using the dark green mountain fowl order arrows to pick up the dirty things in the nails.

Hua Shaohong was angry in an instant, and shouted: "Put the arrow down for me." ”

Yan Hude ignored it, cleaned up the cracks between his nails, and began to grind his nails with the side of the arrow. Hua Shaohong was angry, holding a bow and pulling the string, but he gathered his energy into an arrow, aimed at Yan Hude, and shouted angrily: "I said, put the arrow down for me!"

Yan Hude still ignored it, and with a "boom" of the wind, Yan Hude's body turned over, fell to the ground, and had to return the mountain fowl order in his hand.

Holding the purple gold luan phoenix treasure bow, and carrying the red mountain fowl order, he was not prepared to provoke such a flower Shaohong, and he did not dare to provoke.

"Why did you want to come back?"

"Honghong, our cooperation, your sincerity ······"

Hua Shaohong smiled contemptuously and sneered: "As soon as I don't have a sect and don't have a prodigal son, how can I have the ability to talk about cooperation with Yan Yunqi's adult." ”

Yan Hude was not annoyed, nor did he refute, and the next action was to pick between his teeth with his little fingernail again.

The hands of the archers are steady, their ears are sharp, and their skin is sensitive to wind and air currents with a sensitivity that ordinary people can hardly imagine. Hua Shaohong was about to avoid it, but it was too late. A bloody ghost hand made a sword with two fingers, no more than half a foot from the back of his head.

This icy and piercing feeling was not the one who listened to the rain sword master, but the one who forced the Qinglou Venerable to listen to the rain sword lord together.

"The young son of the Hua family has the ability to make the wolf king bend his knees, heroic boy. The bloody hand guest mocked the two of them in one sentence, he didn't do anything to Hua Shaohong, but withdrew his hand, and asked softly, "What about the sword?"

"I don't know. ”

The bloody hand guest gently patted Hua Shaohong's right shoulder with that terrifying hand, although it seemed to be moving slowly, but every time, Hua Shaohong felt that her shoulder blade seemed to be shattered, but she was stunned and didn't say a word. With a vicious look in his eyes, he asked, "Which one are you riding by Yan Yun?"

"Which one did Yan Yun ride? I forgot how long it had been since I returned to Yan Yun to ride. The bloody hand guest glanced at Yan Hudeliang, his eyes were still so contemptuous, and Yan Hude still didn't dare to be dissatisfied in the slightest, so he listened to the bloody hand guest and said calmly, "You, go." ”

Yan Hude understood, take people away and leave arrows behind. Yan Hude said faintly: "The west wind is ten miles away." ”

When Zhong Xihou woke up, he was still lying on the floor, but unfortunately, he didn't see the red-haired dancing girl who was charming when he woke up, and instead of her seductive white legs, there was a wooden pillow. His sword was placed straight at his side, and when he saw this red-colored sword, Zhong Xihou couldn't help but laugh.

I pressed my eyebrows with the fingers of my right hand and rubbed my brows clockwise, still a little sleepy. I don't know if it's because this city is too comfortable and makes him sleepy, or because the city lord has been lazy all these years, he always feels that his hands are often weak, just like the person who has finally woken up after sleeping on the couch for many years.

Someone came in from outside, small steps, very respectful. He was looking forward to it, and sure enough, it was the red-haired dancing girl.

Zang Yan was holding a wooden plate, on which a whole basin of warm water was held in a copper basin, and there was a wooden cup on one side of the copper basin, and a wicker was cut in half by the side of the cup.

She gently placed the wooden plate on the wooden floor, soaked it in warm water with a towel, wrung it out, and handed it to Zhong Xihou.

Zhong Xihou wiped his face with a towel, rinsed his mouth with the water in the cup, and then bit the wicker in his mouth.

It should have been a rather leisurely evening, but Zang Yan's words made the dark face of the lord of the Western Lands a little pale. His reaction was far beyond her imagination, and even a little distracted.

She told Zhongxi Hou, and Qin Ji told her that the second master of Liang and a bloody hand monster had kidnapped a young boy with a negative bow.

"Red Red ······"

"My sister hid on the side and heard it, those two people kept asking the little boy, where is the sword?"

"What about the sword?" Zhong Xihou repeated these two words slowly, he still couldn't stop this kid, similarly, if something happened to Honghong, how should he face Hui Dong and the Wind Spirit King again?

Xiao Liang, Xiao Liang, why do you want to involve Honghong?

Without any more movement, he grabbed the dancing sword, spit out the wicker in his mouth, and walked away.

Walking quickly, he crossed the threshold, but was blocked by a group of people at the door of his house.

It was a team of palace guards who came, and Zhongxi Hou could also see that this team of people should be not bad at their skills, but they were all murderous, and they couldn't help frowning slightly.

The first general saw Zhong Xihou go out, although he was dressed casually, but he was wearing a sword, and the change in his expression was even more clear or convinced. I saw him take a few steps forward, clasped his fists and saluted, respectfully but undoubtedly, and said, "Lord Zhongcheng, the prince is invited!"

Zhongxihou was still in the mood to pay attention at this moment, and he was about to leave, but with this ordinary action, he saw that this team of guards were all swords unsheathed.

Zhong Xihou's eyes widened angrily, his left arm hung down, and his two fingers were together, and those few people who had not yet had time to draw their swords looked embarrassed.

I saw that the unlucky guards were desperate to draw their swords, but the swords seemed to be welded into the scabbard, and they couldn't pull them out.

"Kenshin?" the chief general muttered in disbelief, "Why Kenshin?"

"Let's retreat first, I have no time to accompany me today!" The anger in the words was undoubted, and its majesty was as strong as Mount Tai approaching, and several guards who had cultivated later collapsed on the ground in an instant.

"City Lord, please don't embarrass me, the prince is invited!"

"Old prince, Lone will then go to make amends, now, get out!"

If it went on like this, Zhong Xihou was about to draw his sword, but he felt that the sword qi on one side was attacking, and he couldn't help but block it with his scabbard. Looking at the tail of the scabbard again, the scabbard of the old sandalwood was actually split in half, and Zhong Xihou also frowned, the old sandalwood can only be used by the old monk, and it really can't be used to make the scabbard.

The dancing sword was unsheathed, and in an instant, the sword qi was enveloped, and the wind rose in an instant on the empty street.

Zhong Xihou was obviously ready to fight quickly, and was about to swing his sword, but another sword qi attacked. Zhongxi Hou's side sword was blocked again, but he frowned slightly, and heard a "click".

The master of the sword qi slowly walked out of the crowd of guards, a handsome man dressed in white, with white skin and a face as beautiful as a silver fox. The sword he held was less than three feet white, without a trace of variegation, and it was a little narrower than the blade of an ordinary sword.

Zhongxi Hou's head was slightly on one side, and a look seemed to ask, who is coming?

This white fox boy actually held a sword and saluted, and his voice and appearance matched, and he also had the meaning of a beautiful girl.

"The junior travels to Lingxi, and comes to invite the Zhongcheng lord for the head of the family. ”

As soon as he heard the three words You Lingxi, Zhong Xihou looked at this white fox boy again, this is one of the three giants of Yi Shuihan? Is the blood phoenix powerful, or are you a little more powerful?

It's a pity that it's not at the right time, Zhong Xihou didn't bother to pay attention to it, he held the sword of the dancing pheasant, his eyes showed a fierce light, his might was like a big insect in the mountains, he went down the mountain to hunt for food, and where he passed, birds and beasts were hard to find.

The Wind Dances - The Mirror of the Moonlight!

The move is the most exquisite move of the dancing swordsmanship, and I saw a sword swing out a hundred and eight sword qi, like a swimming dragon pounced on everyone.

But I heard more than a dozen people in the crowd make a move, and the same sword move was like the wind, which was a wall of wind that was invisible to the naked eye.

The wind wall blocked the one hundred and eight sword qi for a moment, and it was also the kung fu of this moment, all the guards dodged together, and those who remained in place were counted as upstream Lingxi, a total of thirteen people. Each of these thirteen people exerted their abilities and dispersed the sword qi of the wind and dancing one by one.

The twelve people standing behind You Lingxi all looked ashamed, which was quite puzzling.

You Lingxi stabbed out with a sword, and the sword aura was like the cold ice of the river on a cold winter night, and the surrounding temperature was a few points lower in an instant.

What is this move called? Zhong Xihou suddenly felt that this move was more suitable for listening to the rain sword than for the dancing sword technique.

The city lord of the West Land swung his sword, and it was that move that was empty. You Lingxi's sword qi was dissipated, You Lingxi's face was expressionless, his body galloped in an instant, and another sword stabbed out.

What is this move called? Why is the sword still stabbed so casually when the target is himself, just like when he was young, he swung his sword indiscriminately in order to cope with his homework.

Zhong Xihou held the sword and slashed out, hitting You Lingxi's wrist directly, there should not be half a point of difference, but this You Lingxi still seemed to twist his waist casually, his hand shook slightly, and he avoided this sword. Zhong Xihou's sword was avoided, and You Lingxi's sword was about to be captured.

But at this moment, an angry shout: "You Lingxi!"

These three words are strong and powerful, but they are extremely angry, just like these three words, You Lingxi is like an abyss, and instinctively retreats.

You Lingxi looked at it, and his expressionless face showed a little fear.

There is no need for Zhong Xihou to look back, this feeling is almost familiar. But strangely, this time I didn't hear the phoenix chirping.

Zhong Xihou still looked back at the person who came, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Ying Ruge was naked, with red hair that was more conspicuous than Zang Yan, and the side of her right eye was full of strange markings. That's it, what surprised him was why this little junior brother had a pair of strange red feather wings?

This is, Birdman?

"You Lingxi, tell this seat, why are you here?"

As soon as Ying Ruge asked, the guards behind You Lingxi looked embarrassed and angry. Who is the person who came, and dared to ask Lord You Lingxi?

I heard You Lingxi's cold voice and replied: "Zhongxi Hou robbed the owner!"

"Owner???" Zhong Xihou was a little confused? He just slept in his new house, could it be that it was a crime to steal half a day's leisure?

You Lingxi didn't answer, but it was the demonized Yingruge who answered for him: "The master of the Mo family, Mo Sang!"