It is said that the willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk, are picturesque. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, there is a moon in the sky, and people are coming, but the killing intent is strong.

The sister-in-law sneered and asked the man in white: "Little friend, do you really dare to taste my lotus silk noodles?"

"Otherwise, why would I wait for my sister-in-law?" shook the wine in his hand and smiled softly: "I not only waited for my sister-in-law, but also brought my own wine." ”

When she turned sideways slightly, the moonlight reflected her sister-in-law's thin face.

People are no longer young, but their eyes are still like stars.

Only people with extremely deep internal strength will have brighter eyes than ordinary people.

When the starry eyes were circulating, my sister-in-law asked coldly: "Do you know where the person who ate my lotus noodles last time is lying now?"

The sound is like ice, the words are like the wind, this question seems to want to cut people's hearts.

"Why should I know?" replied softly, drinking slowly: "However, I must know where I will lie after eating lotus noodles." ”

Listening to his reply, his sister-in-law's eyes were like knives, but he didn't notice it, and said proudly to himself: "I've always been lazy, I sleep when I'm full, and when I eat lotus noodles, I must find a comfortable bed and lie down well." ”

"Good. The sister-in-law praised lightly, put her hands behind her back, and raised her eyebrows: "So, are you ready to eat lotus noodles now?"

"I can't wait. ”

The sister-in-law's movements were light, and when her hands turned behind her back, thousands of lines spilled between her fingers.

The thread is lotus silk, sparkling by the moonlight, like the waves of the sea destroyed by the wind, ruthlessly drowning the man in white.

Qianqian lotus silk, but it can be shaken like a whip by her sister-in-law, rolling up the wind.

These silk threads, if they engulf the man in white, will inevitably penetrate into the flesh, and there will be no whole corpse left.

Drink only wine, unmoved, and ignore everything as if it were unseen.

The silk has flown to the throat.

In an instant, snow fell.

The snow was mixed with ice chips, which froze the threads.

Using lotus silk as a weapon, the advantage is that it is entangled when it encounters things, and it is broken when entangled.

The disadvantage is that the lotus silk is afraid of cold, and it melts when it is cold.

The mighty thousands of lines instantly turned into nothing, leaving only a few wisps of fluttering flotsam.

When the bright moon was in the sky, it suddenly snowed, and Mei Xiaoyan, who didn't want to care about this idle matter, suddenly woke up.

Fairy Bone Flying Snow!

Could it be that the woman from the casino is here again?

When Mei Xiaoyan jumped into the depths of the snow, her sister-in-law was gone.

Looking back, the man in white sat down under the tree again.

Mochizuki drinks, and his white sleeves are clear.

"Is she a mud pond white lotus!"

Under the moonlight, Mei Xiaoyan jumped close to the bottom of the tree, reflecting her eyes full of hatred, nine points hideous.

Wiping away the residual wine from the corners of his lips, the man in white gently asked: "No matter who she is, she has turned into snow now, why do you have to hate her anymore?"

The fast sword came out of its sheath, like a beam of cold ice under the cold moon, and it was on the neck of the man in white, and Mei Xiaoyan cut between her teeth: "I don't want to listen to half a word of nonsense, is she a muddy pond white lotus!"

Looking at the wine in his hand, the man in white shook his head slightly: "When I drink, I don't like to have a sword around my neck." ”

After muttering to himself, the man in white raised his head and frowned slightly: "Is the power of hatred so great?"

The power of hatred?

For Mei Xiaoyan, hatred was his childhood friend and teenager's confidant.

Once upon a time, he couldn't tell whether the hatred was him, or was he hatred?

"As I said, I don't want to listen to half a word of nonsense. ”

The sound of ice settled, and the quick sword cut down.

Even if you don't kill the man in white, you have to let him out a little blood, so that he knows what pain is.

Mei Xiaoyan's sword is very fast, and it is the work of more than ten years of cold and summer.

Such a fast sword has already been placed on the neck of the man in white, and he only needs to turn his wrist slightly, and he will definitely not miss it.

He missed.

Not because his sword was unpleasant, but because his sword broke.

At the moment of the broken sword, only a thin sound of wind was heard, which was as beautiful as a meteor crossing the sky.

There was no sword around the neck of the man in white, and he began to drink again.

I can't believe that the fast sword in my hand has been broken, this was originally the handiwork of a famous swordsmith.

Could it be that he knows sorcery?

Mei Xiaoyan's thick eyebrows tightened, and she stared at the man in white.

With a bitter sigh, the man in white was full of grievances: "When I drink, I don't like people to stare at me." ”

He finally lost his appetite for drinking, and asked helplessly: "It's not that I broke your sword, if you want to find someone to lose your temper, you should also find my sister of the dragon and phoenix fetus." ”

After the question, a woman fell from the tree.

A more glamorous woman, the reason why she says "more" is because she is not the woman in the casino.

Sprinkled pants and embroidered shoes, spring flower shirts, and two small meniscus knives hanging obliquely from the waist.

"Well, the person who broke your sword is here, and you can lose your temper with her. With a laugh, the man in white suddenly had a taste for wine again.

The woman stood close to the left, silent, and cold.

Could it be that she will also fly in the snow?

"Don't talk nonsense! Even though it's dark now, my eyesight is still enough. Mei Xiaoyan scolded: "She is not your dragon and phoenix sister at all!"

When the words fell, the man in white choked out half a sip of wine, and smiled helplessly: "Did anyone tell you that the dragon and phoenix fetuses must be twins?"

seemed to be afraid that Mei Xiaoyan wouldn't understand, so the man in white said again: "The beggar in the world gave birth to a triplet dragon and phoenix, an elder brother and two younger sisters." ”

One child gives birth to triplets, which is rare in the world.

What's more, it's a triplet and a phoenix?

If these two sisters are twins, some people may believe that they are beautiful and beautiful women after all.

However, plus a drunk like the man in white?

"Mei Xiaoyan. Woman Bingyan: "Our family feud has nothing to do with you, let's go." ”

"Well said. The man in white smiled with joy on his face: "It's just that this sentence seems to be my joke, but it was snatched away by the girl." ”

When the man in white called her sister-in-law, she glanced at the man in white and seemed to smile.

Immediately, he stepped on the wind, curled away, disappeared into the moonlit night, and was never seen again.

"Mei Xiaoyan. After the woman left, the man in white picked up the sentence: "With my sister-in-law's personal persuasion, you should always believe that hatred has nothing to do with you, right?"

"My sword is broken. Mei Xiaoyan threw down the remnant sword.

"So?" the man in white raised his eyebrows.

"I still have palms. ”

Hatred, like a whirlpool, has a kind of person who can never struggle out.

Could Mei Xiaoyan happen to be this kind of person?

Liu Chunjia heard everything clearly in the carriage.

Tears, for my brother, but also for myself.

When Mei Xiaoyan just sat down next to the wheel, the man in white had already quietly jumped into the driver's seat: "If you are eager for revenge, do you dare to rush through the stars?"

When he turned his head sideways, the man in white threw the horsewhip to him: "You drive the car." ”

The night wind is howling, and the wheels are rolling.

The man in white was sleeping with his arms crossed, and Liu Chunjia was faintly sad.

When the night was like ink, Mei Xiaoyan, who was as cold as ice, inexplicably wet the corners of her eyes.

Perhaps, it was the autumn wind that broke people's tears.

He tasted the tears on his fingertips.

Salty, just like his life.

The stars and the moon do not reflect the road in front of them.

Darkness is a fog that cannot be walked out.