Cat and Mouse Short Stories

A gentleman who looks like a gentleman is also a person who has been in the world for a long time. "

The man was silent for a long time, and finally opened his mouth slowly, "Yu..."

There was a light brushing sound, clear and violent like a turbulent waterfall.The scabbard fell to the ground, the body of the Yinliang sword was caught by the five fingers of the left hand, and the tip of the sword pointed at the man's eyebrow.The thin and sharp sword tip shone with cold light.

Half of the jade characters were called, but they were taken back.

"It's been a day's journey, and the water is just right," the man turned a blind eye to the long sword that was close at hand, and only turned his head to put another set of clean clothes aside.The moment the cuffs passed in front of his eyes, the eyes under the shadows were already closed, and a few lines on the eyelids were engraved next to the knife-like browbones.

"Go out," Yaomian gritted his teeth, and the tip of the sword turned and landed on his neck.

The man was astonished, and fear crawled all over his face from unscrupulous.Hesitating to speak, he finally exited the room and closed the door.

The candlelight is slightly cold, and the night is long.

The monster's face was tossed and turned for a while, but he still couldn't fall asleep, so he couldn't help but poke his head and peep towards the door.The upper part of the wooden door was pasted with light yellow leather paper, and a tall figure was reflected by the candlelight outside.His hands are roughly in the posture of holding a long sword, and his back is leaning against the door rail.A mouse-shaped tassel was tied to the hilt, and it swayed a few times when the evening wind blew past.

Within a few hours, the door opened quietly.

The man didn't feel sleepy at all, he was looking up at the bright moon, when suddenly a blanket fell on his head.The man's reaction was extremely quick, he flew to grab the edge of the quilt, and caught the quilt with the force of his roundabout.Looking up, I saw the demon face pointing to the wooden couch in the corner with a cold face, then turned around and shrank back on the bed.

The quilt should be returned, the man stepped over the threshold.It was cold at night, and the door was easy to freeze when it was open, so the man carefully closed the door.Just now he pointed to the position of the wooden couch, it would be a pity to leave it for nothing, so he lay down on the wooden couch with his clothes on.The line of sight scattered, the quilt on the bed was rolled into a ball, and one hand stretched out to grab a corner.

On the second night, the demon face swaggered up to Youlongju.

This Youlongju is a big ship and also an inn.

There was a light knock on the door, but this time the demon face didn't directly turn against the man in the blue shirt who came in with the barrel, but just clasped his hands without saying a word.

The river tide was uncertain, and suddenly a wave rolled in, causing the whole ship to sway and sway.The demon face who was lazily leaning on the edge of the bed couldn't stand still, and staggered and fell forward.

The man in the blue shirt threw away the wooden barrel in shock, and subconsciously opened his arms to catch him.Who would have thought that not only did they fail to connect the person firmly, but they both lay down together.The wooden barrel gurgled and rolled on the ship's plank for several weeks, and the warm water dripped all over the floor, soaking both of them.

Yaomian hurriedly broke free from the man's restraint and jumped a foot away.The man stood up calmly, brushed off some water stains on his sleeves, and looked up.Maybe it's an illusion, even if it's covered, there seems to be a hint of a smile on the demon's face.

However, this smile is like the snow in midsummer, it disappears before it can condense.

"Master said, I don't know you," the demon face said coldly.

The man picked up the barrel and said slowly: "You said it, let me follow."

Gritting her teeth, Yaomian suddenly kicked away the chair that had slumped to her feet, angrily scolding: "You wooden person, why are you so stubborn."

"I will not allow... to make the same mistake again."

However, you know that in the world, you are often involuntary.

"Even if you can't have both, it's better than letting go."

The demon face pointed his sword at the man's face, as if he lost his strength, "Go out."

The man stared deeply at the demon face, turned around and left the room.The moment the door was closed, the sound of the sword falling on the board was no longer crisp.

That night, the man plucked the white jade mouse sword tassel on the hilt of the sword, and stood facing the dark room overnight.

On the third night, Yaomian abandoned his horse and climbed up to the peak of the mountain along the rugged mountain road.

With new injuries and old illnesses, the speed of the demon's front is not fast.In the end, I even had to rest a little while holding onto the rocks beside the mountain road before I could barely walk a few more steps.

The man finally couldn't bear it and wanted to help.

Gathering the last strength of the demon face, he slapped fiercely, staring coldly.

Two or three steps away is the open peak, and the cold wind is blowing, blowing the loose clothes on the monster's face like clouds and fog.However, in the eyes of the man, there was only the increasingly emaciated body under the clothes.

"My lord is just a monster, why don't you let it go..." The monster sat cross-legged on the ground, extremely weak, but his words were really domineering and flamboyant.

The man's brows were deep, and he said: "If you want me to let go, unless you step on my bones."

Yaomian clicked his tongue, bitterly, and said with a smirk, "Bai Yutang was already dead in the Battle of Climbing the Sky."

Standing in front of the monster in such a calm and breezy manner, the man's figure was steady and unruffled by the wind, and he stubbornly refused to move away.The cold wind howled, was blocked by this tall figure.

"You said Bai Yutang was dead, Zhan Zhao, what are you insisting on? Cough cough..." Anger rose, and he couldn't catch his breath, which caused him to cough.

The man hastily stepped forward, pressed the monster's face and shoulders with a little force, "Don't move around, calm your breath."

"Since that's the case," the demon-faced slender fingers gently covered the sideburns, rubbed and grabbed the corner of the mouth a few times, and his tone suddenly changed, "I should be satisfied now." Peel off under action.The bright moon shines brightly, and the true face of the monster is clearly reflected in Zhan Zhao's eyes.

The black and red gullies are intertwined and meandering, spreading from the center of the brow all the way down to the still smooth curve of the jaw.In the black and scorched face, the skin at the newborn part was extremely delicate and fragile, and several parts had been torn apart due to the pulling of the facial muscles, oozing bright blood.Drop by drop, flowing down the unconscious cheeks, shocking.This is the trace of being wantonly scorched by the raging fire, a mark that will never fade away on the skin.

Demons and ghosts are nothing more than such a terrifying appearance.Only a small half of the left side is the former Rong Yi, and its delicate outline makes the whole face more hideous and terrifying.

But it's just the remaining bits and pieces that support his name abruptly.Bai Yutang.

You should be satisfied.It's time... to get out of trouble.

"Yutang..." Instead of retreating half a step, he leaned forward.His fingertips trembled slightly, and he gently touched the corner of the burning area.It's so light that it's like caressing a newborn tender core, fearing that a little effort will disturb the other party.The eyes are so deep and thick that they cannot be opened, and the eyes envelop the entire face in the field of vision.

Bai Yutang was slightly surprised.His face was completely ruined. He had seen those eyes of contempt, disdain, disgust, sympathy, and teasing, but never had a pair of eyes that were so pure and rich when he saw his face for the first time.So heavy, like calligraphy and painting soaked in sadness.

The black scab blocked the sense of touch, and even the familiar finger temperature became strange and distant.

Suddenly aware of it, Bai Yutang folded his hands in front of his chest and pushed Zhan Zhao out fiercely, using the force of this push to climb up to the top of the mountain.The severely injured body could no longer support it, and the left leg staggered and knelt on the hard muddy ground.A trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and a flower of blood splashed with a ticking sound.Smiling secretly, in the end, she is no longer the chinchilla who came and went like the wind in the past.

Zhan Zhao didn't say a word, he only raised his true energy and jumped up to bully him.

Seeing the approaching figure, Bai Yutang ruthlessly grabbed one side of the skirt, tearing the cloth.The sound of the cloth quilt being broken pierced the silence sharply, and the shoulders and right front chest were exposed under the broken clothes.The cold wind raged and wandered on the skin of the mouth, causing the upper and lower teeth to convulse and touch.

□□The outside body was covered with mottled burn marks, knife marks and sword wounds stretched out in all directions, the degree of damage was even worse than that of the face.Several meridians have been necrotic, and the nearby body has become a wilderness, withered and decayed, lifeless.

Such a damaged and dilapidated body can still fly freely under the night in a night suit and a silver mask, and can even kill the target under the heavy defense of the heavily guarded organs.

"Pingshatang's mechanism is really ingenious." Bai Yutang smiled slightly, and the corners of his pale lips twisted into a thin arc, distorting half of his face. "The poison on the dart sealed the throat with blood. It's a pity that there is no blood."

The fresh wound was deep enough to show the bone, and a two-inch-long gash was opened to remove the dart head.Such a long and deep wound, but not a drop of blood.This is withered and dead flesh, an existence without consciousness.Even if the flesh is chopped up with a knife, even if the muscles and bones are removed, there will be no pain at all.Died a long time ago, completely dead, completely dead.

And this sign of death and withering is still spreading, plundering, encroaching, and eating away the few remaining mottled spots around.

Even if it is such a heaven-defying sword art as Liuyun Sword Art, it is nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

Once, wearing a wild and dazzling white night clothes, wandering around the palace halls.In the old days, riding a fierce Yezhao jade lion to enjoy the grievances of the world.Now this pair of skills, white at night, is just a living target.Yezhao jade lion, hehe, I'm afraid I can't even step on the stirrups.

Hulala, clothes fluttering in the cold wind.The dark blue gown fell off his body, turned half a circle, and gently covered the right shoulder of the person in front of him.It is light and soft, and it uses all the warmth to care for this dehydrated area.

"It's windy on the top of the mountain, so be careful to catch a cold."

Burning hot, from nowhere, rushed to the eyes.Bai Yutang pulled off the long gown, which still had Zhan Zhao's body temperature on it, and tore it in half with the qi flowing under his hands.

"Zhan Zhao, listen, Fifth Lord doesn't need mercy."

"Well. It's just you, you can never learn how to take care of yourself. "

Gently falling deep in my heart, I almost want to break the hard ice.Bai Yutang gritted his teeth hard, his lips and tongue were filled with a salty taste. "Gentleman, Nanxia Zhanzhao, what do you know?" After only a few months, the voice lost its brilliance and was tinged with vicissitudes. "I saved a woman, but in the end, I said it was me who killed her."