At this time, people were surprised to find a lightning-like light circling around a shear.

This is not lightning, it is an iron fracture fan with plum blossoms painted on a cut of plums, opened and spun in a circle, and a sharp blade qi circled and flashed away.

Then each of the thugs involuntarily touched their necks with their hands, for they suddenly felt a chill in the place, like someone suddenly pouring cold water on them in their sleep on a winter night.

So they were surprised to see that their hands were covered with blood, their own blood, and then with a look of surprise they suddenly fell down together, and the fifteen spectators suddenly fell down like this.

At this time, the people who had not yet reacted suddenly exclaimed again, only to see a cut of the plum suddenly burst out, like an arrow shot out, he carried Xiao Xiang, one of the four beauties of the rivers and lakes, broke out of the window in front of everyone, the scene was chaotic, some people were not slow to chase over, but there was still a trace of a cut plum.

The people hung their feet and cursed, and when they came back to their senses, they found that the young man who had shot on the threshold had also disappeared, and no one saw how he had suddenly disappeared.

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The moonlight is hazy and the lights are shining.

Ordinary inn, rooms on the second floor.

Red candles, wide beds, beautiful women.

Yijian Mei looked at Xiao Xiang lying on the bed, the candlelight reflected his handsome face, his figure was very slender, his skin was fairer than most women, he stood straight, well-dressed, a branch of red plum stretched from the right shoulder to the heart, the embroidery was vivid, at this time his body was almost motionless, just a pair of eyes were shining.

He gently shook the plum blossom folding fan in his right hand, and the slightest breeze lifted his jet-black hair, and it must be said that he was a rare beautiful man in addition to being the most notorious flower thief.

His gaze wandered over the wonderful man who had come from the hunt on the bed, from head to foot, and from foot to head, tirelessly looking, slowly watching, savoring, as if it were the treasure of his life.

Yi Jianmei was confident that no one would track him down, and with his cultivation and alertness, it was true that few people could track him.

Also, if someone like him specializes in that thing, if every time he commits a crime, he leaves some traces and makes people come to the door, won't it often be ruined by others?

Who would have thought that at this time, he would really kidnap Xiao Xiang, the treasure of Tianxianglou and one of the four beauties of the rivers and lakes, to an ordinary small inn, and this inn is only two streets away from Tianxianglou.

Tasting women is also a science, and a cut plum seems to be a great expert in this science, he has countless flowers and grasses, but there has never been a woman like this in front of him today - just admire, can't bear to hurt, dare not blaspheme.

If it is a beautiful woman found on weekdays, how can the woman lie so calmly at this time?

"Goddess, you can only look up, not blaspheme!" Yi Jianmei thought like this, this is the importance he has never attached to women in his life.

Looking at her is like carrying a pilgrimage heart.

Although Xiao Xiang can't move or speak, her charming eyes are blinking like autumn water, which is better than a thousand postures and a thousand words, her skin is like flawless ice and snow, which can be broken by blowing.

She just lay there like this, with a bewitching figure, unobstructed, full of seduction, and incomprehensibly beautiful.

Looking at her lovely cheeks, spotless, beautiful figure, full of temptation, the flower thief Yi Jian Mei was thinking at this time: "If I can spend my life with this wonderful person, if I can marry this beautiful woman, I am willing to exchange it for the next three lives and three lives, and I will never regret it!"

It was the first time he had been so optimistic about a woman.

Yijian Mei looked at Xiao Xiang lovingly, and couldn't help muttering: "Wonderful people!

Xiao Xiang was listening, although she was hit by the acupoint, but her facial expression was still there, and when she heard the cut plum just now, she called herself a "wonderful person", she smiled, eating and laughing, shallow, like a blooming peony flower.

She even laughed with her eyes, which contained thousands of charming, thousands of teasing, beautiful laughter, ill-intentioned laughter, this kind of flattering laughter, a demagogic laughter, this laughter often makes people unable to extricate themselves, and they will never regret falling into hell.

A cut Mei was slightly stunned, he was stunned, the three souls and seven spirits seemed to be hooked away, he was itchy and full of energy, but he had been restrained, this was clearly a goddess in front of him, how could a goddess be blasphemed?

He just watched it like this for a long time, and he finally couldn't help it, her fluttering smile was almost able to hook her soul, cross the waves, and her eyebrows were affectionate, as if there was an invisible lasso that trapped a cut of Mei firmly, and wanted to drag him to the front, a cut of Mei only felt that her body and bones were crisp and she couldn't help herself.

His right hand was still gently holding the plum blossom fan, and his feet had slowly approached the edge of the bed step by step, standing, looking closer at the wonderful person on the bed, the goddess in his heart.

Xiao Xiang turned towards her autumn waves, and a cut of Mei was suddenly poisoned by her eyes, and he finally couldn't hold it anymore, what goddess? What is sacrosanct?

"What's the matter if the sky thunders and splits, what's the fear of no more catastrophe?" said Yi Jian Mei lightly.

A plum folding fan suddenly closed, sat on the edge of the bed, closer to Xiao Xiang, so he smelled Miao Ren'er's mesmerizing body fragrance, this body fragrance, made him extremely excited.

His tender white left hand stretched out, caressing Xiao Xiang's dreamy cheek, caressing gently, very careful, very gentle, this face is like it can really be blown and broken. Xiao Xiang swayed in the autumn waves, her eyebrows were flirtatious, her cheeks were crimson, and her chest was undulating.

As soon as she cut Mei, she felt that she was about to go crazy, her head was hazy, and she only pretended to be this woman, and her slender hand slowly slid to Xiao Xiang's chin, as careful as touching porcelain.

This treasure from the famous Tianxiang Building opened his mouth slightly, constantly throwing his eyes, and his heart seemed to have begun to surge, which seemed to be the prelude to the storm.

Yijian Mei muttered: "What if the sky thunders and splits, what if the catastrophe is gone, I just want you." ”

Yijianmei's fingertips continued to slide down slowly, sliding down her snow-white soft neck, gently, softly across her straight breasts, slowly moving down, gently unfastening her belt, and then pulling the hem of her dress, gently and slowly lifting a corner.

Yijian Mei was suddenly drunk, intoxicated, and couldn't help herself, just like drinking one hundred and eighty pounds of old spirits.

At this moment, a "boom" sound was suddenly heard, and the large wooden window of the inn, which was not firm, was broken in, and the person was agile and fast, but the red candle flame did not even shake a little, as if this person was a ghost coming.

By candlelight, there was a slender black figure in the room.

Cutting Mei was startled, Huo Ran was stunned, squinted his eyes and glanced behind him, he couldn't help but be angry and angry, and shouted: "Why do you keep your ghost and bad things for me, do you know how much I hate you now?"

He was indeed full of anger now, and he wanted to cut the intruder with a thousand knives.

Xiao Xiang also cast a reproachful glance at the uninvited guest "bad guy and good deeds", only to see that it was a young man, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the outline of his face was angular, at this time, the man also happened to look at Xiao Xiang, but immediately turned his head sideways, blushing to the root of his ears.

He stood up straight, like a spear, and in his hand was a silver-white iron sword, shining in the candlelight.

Since he was a child, he has been trained to track beasts and fierce birds, and his tracking skills are naturally very clever, so he found it.

The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high. Although Yijian Mei is cautious, how can that little trick mislead him?

The young man didn't dare to look at the disheveled man on the bed, he only said lightly to Yijianmei: "Let this girl go!"