Ten mile long street empty tears

A blue voice fell beside Lu Chengui: "Let's go."

Lu Chengui followed, put away the scimitar, and went to hold her hand. Tang Wushuang glanced down, but did not break free.

"Do you like me?" Lu Chengui suddenly asked.

Tang Wushuang turned her head away and didn't answer, but Lu Chengui saw her red ears.

A chuckle sounded in the desert: "Mu Han said that if you take off the mask of your Tang Sect, you will be responsible."

Tang Wushuang dragged her into the inn, put down the things in his hands, took off the mask, and stared at her blankly: "How can I be responsible?"

Lu Chengui pulled him closer to his arms and kissed him lightly.

"Life and death are uncertain, and heaven and earth are my home, is it possible?"

"willing."

Tang Wushuang only knew that when she rescued that little Cangyun guy that day, she remembered him, and when she met again, her light blue eyes were engraved on her heart. For some reason, maybe it was because they were of the same kind, Tang Wushuang I saw the same aura from Lu Chengui.

Lu Chengui pressed her on the bed, gently lifted her chin, and kissed her again.

The clothes wrapped around Tang Wushuang's body were unknowingly scattered.

The room is full of beautiful scenery. They are all precarious people. Maybe they will never come back after leaving this door. Their hands are all people with blood on their hands, walking alone in the dark.

Since the hearts are connected, I don't want to waste a moment of time.

Girls in the desert are always so seductive, and Tang Wushuang can't remember the upbringing of the Tang Sect in the middle of Sichuan.

Rarely a good night.

The two have been walking through the desert, there are quite a few of Lu Chengui's classmates here, but Lu Chengui doesn't seem interested in going up to say hello.

Regarding Tang Wushuang's doubts, Lu Chengui just wiped the scimitar in his hand indifferently: "An Yu is not something they can deal with, why bother to say hello."

"Ah."

Tang Wushuang talked less as usual, but Lu Chengui liked her like this.

The mask on her face has been removed, and she will only be put on when killing people, so that no one can recognize her.

Lu Chengui suddenly put his arms around her waist: "Let's take you to see the beautiful scenery of our desert, and when we return to the teaching, we will go under the Sansheng tree."

He was supposed to be a cold killer, but what Lu Chengui said in Tang Wushuang's ear was extremely gentle.

Tang Wushuang looked at her side face, and touched her lightly when Lu Chengui didn't pay attention.

Lu Chengui quickly brought her to the ground, with joy in his blue eyes.

"Let's go." Tang Wushuang didn't look into her eyes, put on the mask and walked forward again.

Laughed and followed.

The two ran rampant among the various strongholds of the Red Clothes Sect, and established several strongholds, which naturally attracted the attention of the saint An Yu.

Neither Tang Wushuang nor Lu Chengui seemed to care about stepping into a trap.

Their original intention was to ask An Yu to show up.

Or find a place for their fangs to rest.

It's just that they miscalculated this time, and An Yu just didn't come out.

"Let's stop An Yu from destroying Mingzun's ceremony first, An Yu will definitely come out at Mingzun's ceremony." Tang Wushuang only talked more when he was talking about business.

Lu Chengui narrowed his eyes: "It seems that we can go to Sanshengshu earlier."

Tang Wushuang turned around and didn't look at her, as Lu Chen always did.

"Are you people from the Central Plains so boring?" Lu Chengui asked with a light smile. She remembered that Yang Muhan was also so serious, but it seemed that after returning to Chang'an this time, something changed.

What answered her was Tang Wushuang's silence, which Lu Chengui was used to.

"I also want to see the scenery of Tangmen in the middle of Sichuan, don't forget."

"Ah."

It's just that when they arrived at Sanshengshu, they didn't have time to take a good look at the beautiful scenery.

I didn't have time to tell the story of the Sanshengshu.

Tang Wushuang's arrow shot out, and those red-clothed believers in red fell to the ground.

"Don't let them destroy Mingzun's grand ceremony." As a disciple of Mingjiao, Lu Chengui has a deep affection for this land, and she does not allow anyone to destroy the tranquility here.

Tang Wushuang nodded, and some martial arts knights had already gathered here.

"I take back that sentence, although you Central Plains people are boring, you are also quite cute." Lu Chengui saw a small child there, and helped her.

When the child watched Lu Chengui fighting, he still had time to joke: "Sister, you are so pretty."

Lu Chengui, who had never been praised so bluntly, felt so embarrassed.

"Be careful."

"Disciple of Tiance, probably came here under orders." Tang Wushuang just glanced at the child, said something to Lu Chengui, and stopped talking.

Lu Chengui smiled lightly: "Kids can talk better than you."

The two joined the battle again, and there were quite a few wolf teeth soldiers among them.

With the help of these martial artists, there is no problem with Mingzun's grand ceremony for the time being.

Tang Wushuang's gaze was fixed on the woman in command of the congregation in red.

There was no superfluous expression on her face, she was terrifyingly calm, and she looked at Mingjiao disciples without resentment in her eyes.

Tang Wushuang suddenly felt that such a person is not that simple, but for her, the task is the task, and it is impossible to shrink back.

The arrow shot through the air, and when Lu Chengui just understood her intention, Tang Wushuang had already gone out.