Song of Monsters (Snow Snow)

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But before he could react, Shuyu had already disappeared into the crowd.

At night, when the full moon was high and deep, she stood on the roof, and the wind filled her white clothes. She lowered her eyes and looked down. At this time, every family closed their doors to rest, and the streets were empty.

If Mo Xue was here, she must know how to find the Taoist and catch the Taoist. She sighed unconsciously and walked for a day without seeing a Taoist.

It's been almost a year since we separated from her, but I still can't get used to the long and lonely night, so I sat on the roof, and the scenes in the sea of ​​flowers still linger in my heart.Knowing the past and the present, knowing the future... I don't believe that Mo Xue doesn't have Yu'er in her heart...

Suddenly a cool breeze blows, only the sound of feet stepping on the eaves...

Tsk, it seems that I don't need to look for it, I came here by myself.

Turning the head and glancing, there are ten fairy slaves on the left, flying towards the eaves, and there are more people than before!

So he stood up and drew his sword...

"Oh! I dare not catch you for fear of hurting the innocent during the day, but I don't have so many worries at night!" One of the fairy slaves said so, and jumped onto the roof where Shu Yu was.

Ran Shuyu's eyes were still cold, but fluctuated slightly, and he slowly retreated with the sword across his chest... It's a pity that the back road was also blocked by someone.

At this time, it has become a situation of encirclement... The moonlight illuminates the weapons of those Taoists.

"Be obedient and grab it!" Xian Nu shouted, stabbing the sword over.

Shu Yu jumped on the breeze and swung his sword downwards. The sword energy instantly lifted the black tiles, then turned around and fell to the ground...

There are too many people, and their cultivation base is only half, it is difficult to deal with...

Still thinking about countermeasures, another fairy slave has come to kill himself!

The figure flicked to the right, but the sharp sword on the left came over again, only heard the sound of weapons colliding, retreated steadily, and had to defend.

However, he saw one of the fairy slaves who seemed to be weak in cultivation, and his moves were messy, he grinned, found a gap and swiped upwards, the man's chest was blushing, and he fell to the ground...but before he could react, he turned around and flew away. Get up and back away, distance yourself from the fairy slaves.

The two teams are facing each other...

At this time, there was a sound of opening the window upstairs, and Zichang stuck his head out in his middle coat...

Looking at the scene downstairs, the woman was surrounded by more than a dozen Taoists during the day, and the man under the moon was outstanding, with a delicate face and fluttering white clothes...

Shu Yu didn't care that Zichang looked at him, and with a swipe of his light sword, the sword's aura was like a knife, and he was getting closer and closer to the immortal slaves horizontally!

This blow was really powerful, the immortals in the front row dodged it, but the one behind couldn't get up.

In an instant, there were only six or seven fairy slaves still gritted their teeth and confronted each other.

But at some point, there was a fairy slave who was alone, and he was standing behind the tree, stabbing with a sharp sword!

When Shu Yu realized it, he had no chance to dodge, and the blade pierced his shoulder fiercely... Withdrawing the blade, red blood dripped down the white sleeve...

Half of the cultivation base was still lost to more than a dozen immortal slaves, Shu Yu clutched his shoulders, the pain was unbearable, his body was shaking, he turned around and wanted to escape.

But at this time, she heard the sound of swords and swords behind her, and she looked back, Zichang was standing behind him holding a sword and confronting the fairy slave.

He turned to Shuyu and smiled softly, "Are you okay?"

Shuyu's eyes were cold and he didn't give him any response, but Zichang's appearance really relieved a lot of pressure, so he took his sword and killed the six or seven fairy slaves in front of him.

But at this moment, the figure in the full moon was getting closer and closer. The man was wearing a coarse cloth bunt and a linen mask, and he landed firmly in front of Shuyu to block the way. She looked at Shuyu's blood-soaked sleeves and took a deep breath. : "Where is Chang Hanxin?..."

"Ye Qing..." Shu Yu looked into her anxious yet gentle eyes, why is she here, only her shoulder is injured, why is she so worried...

However, before Shuyu could ask anything, Ye Qing turned around and jumped into the fairy slaves, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and with just his hands, he had broken several necks...

After a while, all the immortal slaves had fallen to the ground, Zichang ran over in a hurry, and smiled slightly: "Why do these people want to kill you?"

However, Ye Qing walked over while shaking off the blood on his hands, and pushed Zichang away vigorously: "Who are you?"

Zichang was pushed back a few steps, the man in front of him looked weak, but he had such strength... However, just now, this man killed six or seven people with his bare hands, his cultivation level is not bad.

"Ye Qing..." And Shuyu's eyes were sad, he put his arms around Ye Qing's waist and gently rubbed against her neck...

"Shu Yu..." Ye Qing's eyes no longer had killing intent, she lowered her head and looked down at the person who took the initiative to hug her, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth...

But after a while, he turned his head to look at Zichang again, and said in a bone-chilling tone, "Don't say any more... I'll kill you."

On the contrary, Zichang held his head up and held his chest out in a personable manner. He smiled slightly: "My servant, Zhao Zichang, once invited this friend to dinner." After speaking, he looked at Shuyu, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

Ran Shuyu closed his eyes, greedily demanding Ye Qing's warmth, and didn't care about his sacrifice to save him.

Seeing him looking at Shuyu like this, Ye Qing squinted her eyes, hugged her and flew towards the roof...

"Hi! I don't know what your names are..." Zichang looked at the two people who were leaving, and frowned slightly. Can we meet again? I want to know her...

The author has something to say:

The scenes in the illusion did have a great psychological impact on Shuyu. The reappearance of Ye Qing awakened her inner desire for Mo Xue...

The appearance of Zichang is purely to reflect the ruthlessness and deep love between the two. The two words seem contradictory, but I believe that if you look back, you will understand what I mean.It's a pity that the two of them are not the righteous people in the traditional stories. In comparison, the two are monsters, and even more monsters.

Chapter 45 A Brief Warmth

At this moment in the inn, the man was lying in her arms in white clothes like gauze, his eyes were empty, but there was a faint smile on his mouth.

The warm wind blowing in June is not warm enough to make that person look sad... A sleepless night, should be tired, but Ye Qing is leaning against the bed, looking down at the cold cheek of the person in his arms with distressed eyes, using his slender Fingers stroked her eyebrows.

"Shu Yu..." she called out softly, her eyes were tender, as if the noise of the market outside the house had nothing to do with her, only at this moment that the two of them were embracing each other so happily, but what a fateful fate... Around but still miss deeply.

Hearing her calling him, the man raised his head slightly with his cheek against her neck, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and said softly, "Ye Qing...?"

"It would be nice to take you to find Chang Han Xin..." Her tone was gentle, but her thoughts were full of thoughts. Yu'er went to sea with Han Xin, but why didn't he see Han Xin at this time... I felt uneasy.

"I left by myself, why go back." The man didn't show any expression, but his tone was a little indifferent...

"Then why," she said but paused, "then why did you leave, isn't Han Xin good?"

However, although the man's laughter was light but somewhat helpless, he slowly came out of her arms and lay on his side on the bed, a few strands of ink-like black hair slid down from his shoulders, his neckline was slightly open, revealing his white collarbone , but don't care.

So frivolous, no longer reserved...

Seeing Shuyu so slumped, she felt sore in her chest, and Ye Qing was not Mo Xue, so she held back her emotions and leaned forward to cover her neckline.

But that person didn't look at Ye Qing, as if he didn't notice, the scenes in the illusion were replaying in front of his eyes, why did he leave Changhan Xin? It seemed that the long-cherished peach blossom fragrance was still lingering on the tip of his nose...

because of fear...

Knowing the past and the present, knowing the future, if the illusion comes true, what is Yu Er? I thought that kind of emotion was called jealousy, but now I think about it...

Her white fingers tightly clenched the bedsheets, her legs were curled up, and the flash in her eyes was either hatred or nostalgia...

Now that I think about it... I'm afraid that Mo Xue doesn't need me...