The golden-clad black-robed man laid the girl flat and looked at her carefully, as if to see something on her face.

Hadesi's hands trembled a little, showing his excitement at the moment. He gently stroked the girl's face, it was so gentle, so gentle, like a touch between **, but it seemed to have more feelings in it. At this moment, he forgot everything around him, and he seemed to be a completely different person, and he couldn't tell that he was a murderer without blinking.

That familiar face is clearly somewhat similar. He looked at it, and couldn't help but drift his thoughts into the distance—

That year, the flowers bloomed.

The barren land ushered in its verdant season. The ancient trees are shady and the grass is sad.

Next to the official road of Huashan Road, a beautiful figure came with a horse.

This is a small town at the foot of Huashan Mountain, called Sanshui. Huashan is a towering mountain, with snow on its summit all year round, and in the middle of summer, the snow melts and merges into three nearby rivers, which are at the confluence of the three rivers. Because of the development of river transportation, it was popular here early on. This northwest land is not as good as the south of the Yangtze River, where there is water, there is life. The business of Sanshui Town can be said to be all over the nearby state, and the specialties, grains, and leather goods from all over the surrounding areas gather here to establish a commercial market and communicate with each other. After that, it is transported back to the local area by water, which is extremely convenient.

The town's inn was doing a brisk business as a result. Of course, this decoration is not very luxurious. The land in the northwest is so desolate, and the people in the northwest are so bold. Sitting on the ground, taking the earth as the ** and the sky as the being this kind of thing often, I don't care, it is not like the people in the south of the Yangtze River, so exquisite life. Here, there can be a complete wooden room, surrounded by sandpaper, opaque, a few wooden benches, ** is clean and considered a high-end residence.

Returning guest inn. It is also a well-known high-end inn in the local area. Although the name is not much, the country place is taken with such a meaning. When there are more repeat customers, business is good.

The beautiful figure, dressed in a navy blue robe, wearing a veiled scarf and cloak, holding a sword in one hand and leading a horse in the other. Look closely at the sword, but it is not ordinary, the scabbard is gorgeously decorated. At first glance, it is not ordinary. The horse is not an ordinary bantam horse, but it is a first-class horse of the wild generation, neither wild nor wild, but also tall and handsome, with excellent coat color. The brownish-black hair is combed better than the hair of ordinary nurses.

One person, one horse, just stood at the door of the Huitou Inn.

"Xiao Er, I want an upper room!" Jiaodidi's voice is comfortable just listening. Some vulgar, gangsters, and quacks in the inn hall knew that they thought it was a big beauty just by hearing this voice. They all cast their eyes on it, wanting to steal some beauty and pleasure.

At this moment, Xiao Er is the happiest person, taking the reins of the horse from the beauty's hand, just one glance, the beautiful snow-white hand like silk is already beautiful, he happily led the horse, and went to the backyard to feed.

The shopkeeper was a dark-faced dwarf winter melon, moving his body and running towards this side with a smile, and before anyone arrived, the voice of the laughing Ha Ha came over: "Ouch, the distinguished guests are full of guests, welcome to welcome." Guest officer, upstairs, please, Xiaolinzi, quickly prepare the guest room, take some tea leaves from the East China Sea and send them over!"

"Boss Li, you are obviously eccentric, we have been sitting in this hall for so long, and we haven't seen any tea from the East China Sea waiting?" The Jianghu guests in the hall laughed and said yo yo.

"Isn't this the fifth king of the golden sword? hehe, isn't it the master who exalts you, this person is really not to be provoked by ordinary people?" The boss looked at the six directions, saw the man talking, and said slyly.

"Oh, can there be a big background?" can bring everyone's interest up. Jianghu people, gossip heart. This one was fished up, and everyone pricked up their ears to find out what was going on.

Seeing that everyone's attention had been caught, Boss Li was very proud in his heart, and said leisurely: "You didn't pay attention to the jade pendant next to the woman. The sign on it is from the Netherworld!"

"Netherworld Palace? is the Netherworld Palace that started in Hebei Province and has been arrogant in recent years?" As soon as he finished speaking, someone stood up with a pout and asked loudly.

Boss Li blinked his eyes slyly and said, "This brother, it's just possible, don't care, don't care." Drink, drink. Having said that, many people rolled their eyes and silently began to drink. As for what each of them was thinking, no one knew what they were thinking.

At this time, the Netherworld Palace was rising in Hebei Province. It is the vigorous development of the dark forces that many righteous people want to get rid of as soon as possible. At that moment, everyone also drank silently, and then many people quickly left.

In this barren land, the sunset was relatively early, and the dusk sunset did not last long before jumping into the sea of the sun. Night falls, the moon is dark, and the wind is high.

Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~

The originally lively town is exceptionally quiet after nightfall. This is no better than in the land south of the Yangtze River, where there are more people drinking flower wine at night than during the day. The northwest is cold, and at night, it is much colder, and ordinary people can't stand the cold. It was nightfall, and the huge town was full of dim light from the dim oil lamps.

Outside the hall of the Huitou Inn, a few faint shadows flashed, and the innkeeper Li Donggua in the hall slowly ordered something on the counter, seemingly unaware. Only when the shadow slipped away did he look upstairs and curl his mouth lightly.

**No words.

On the second day, this beauty left the Huitou Inn, and one person and one horse went out of Sanshui Town, heading towards Huashan.

At noon, a figure was riding a horse on the official road, there was no one in front of or behind, and she was not afraid, just galloping like this. This figure is Murong Xue, the contemporary saint of the Netherworld Palace, a woman in Tsing Yi who has just come out of Sanshui.

In front of him came a few young men, leading a few horses, holding a few swords, dressed a little fancy, singing unknown songs, and drinking the flower wine that I don't know where I didn't know where to go.

As she approached, she glanced at a group of drunken boys. After that, he continued to gallop forward.

"Beauty, beauty......" Just when he stepped over, a boy pointed to the gust of fragrant wind wafting by, and shouted loudly, while shouting, drunk.

Suddenly, in the elm forest next to the official road, the leaves trembled, and a bright light suddenly appeared, and he only ran away. The beauty of the horse is also very good, in the high-speed march, bent sideways and stuck to the side of the horse, which can avoid the flying hidden weapon. This superb horse skill, the few sons behind him applauded loudly, and some even applauded.

Frightened, the horse stopped with its head raised in the air. Immediately, the beauty straightened her body and scolded angrily: "Shameless, who attacked him?"

The mountains and forests were silent, and they returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Murong Xue was secretly angry, and the horse continued to run forward. Along the way, she began to be secretly on guard. But after running out of the city for a few miles, there seemed to be no movement.

Just as she was about to let her guard down, she suddenly fell short and fell off her horse. In a hurry, she looked down and couldn't help but be shocked that her legs had been sawn off by something when she sat down in the BMW. She rolled on the spot, stood up, and found a bright silk thread not far away blocking the middle of the avenue, and the silk thread was still stained with a little blood. Sitting down, the BMW fell to the side, You Zizi twitched, hissed, and gradually lost its voice. Murong Xue saw a heartache, she pulled out her sword to make a defensive posture, and looked around vigilantly, temporarily unharmed. She crouched over and looked at the dying BMW, her eyes reddening.

"Ma'er, I will definitely avenge you!" Murong Xue said hatefully. (Newcomers also ask for recommendations, clicks, and collections.) ）