Hibiscus Moon

Xia Yunfeng didn't leave.

Buyue made all kinds of sarcasm at him, not to mention the 36 tricks, even the 72 changes, and finally knew how thick Xia Yunfeng was, and he wanted to continue to sing and sing every day to anger that damn ghost, but Xia Yunfeng would send him away if he disagreed with him. He dragged himself to bed all day and all night, and it was his...crybaby follower Du Yu who suffered the most. He thought hard, and finally felt that Xia Yunfeng was not bad as his Mrs. Yazhai.

The scene of Xia Yunfeng obediently leaning on his arms when he ruled the rivers and lakes appeared in front of his eyes again, and then when he raised his eyes, he saw Xia Yunfeng's masculine face, eyebrows like two swords, eyes like stars, and instantly felt that the imagination just now was a bit weird ...

Xia Yunfeng was reading a book, Buyue took a few steps to sit opposite him, poured a cup of tea and drank it, and said: "Today, Li Luan came to report that the Demon Cult once again defeated those righteous martial arts, and now most of the world has become the leader of the Demon Cult. , Xia Yunfeng, you can either go, or wait for the day when I rule the world and announce that you are the wife of the leader of the Demon Cult!"

Without raising his head, Xia Yunfeng said slowly, "I will go, I will wait for you to give up everything and follow me."

Buyue said: "Then you should be my mistress' wife."

"I've always been your man."

Xia Yunfeng put down the book, took a deep look at him, and walked out.

Buyue looked at his straight back, feeling a little melancholy, but she was still savoring the phrase "I've always been yours", and her heart softened in a hopeless way.

There were footsteps coming from outside the study, thinking it was Xia Yunfeng who came back, but when he looked up, he saw three scantily dressed maids coming in, holding hot tea and pastries in their hands, Buyue casually brought a cup to his mouth, suddenly raised his eyes and looked at The tea maid.

"You look unfamiliar, but you're new here?"

The maid congratulated her and said: "Reporting to the leader, my servant, A Shui, was originally serving flowers and plants in the outer courtyard. Today, Elder Sister A Ling felt cold, so I asked my servant to serve tea for her."

"Oh," Buyue said with an ambiguous smile, "Then do you know that this tea is poisonous?"

The maid's smile remained unchanged, but she suddenly showed her long sword and killed Buyue together with the two people behind her.

Buyue killed the maid serving tea with one palm, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen killers dressed as maids in the study to surround him, the murderous look and hatred in their eyes were all too familiar to him.

Buyue looked around at the flowery and jade-like women, although they were familiar faces, they all used the martial arts of Sanssouci Palace, he couldn't help sneering and said: "I said when I let you go that day, if you come again To seek revenge from this seat, this seat will not be lenient!"

One said: "Devil, since we are here, we don't think about going back!"

Before the words fell, the two women rushed over first, Buyue killed one with one sword, and struck each other with the palm of the other hand, but the woman suddenly turned around and rushed into his arms, holding the sword in both hands and piercing through him. Buyue was startled in his abdomen, and hid very quickly, the sword pierced her body and almost pierced Buyue, although he was not injured, his white clothes were spattered with blood.

Buyue was stunned for a moment, looking at the woman's body, she only felt a sense of desolation and ridiculousness in her heart.

There was a sudden explosion, and the study room was filled with light yellow smoke. Buyue couldn't see clearly, but avoided the killer move with his ears. Someone hugged his leg, so he chopped off that hand. Someone entangled him the waist, he cut off the man's head, blood was sprinkled in the pale yellow smoke, but no one flinched.

When the smoke was about to dissipate, a woman with a double-jointed whip wrapped him tightly, and suddenly a bloated woman rushed towards him, her eyes were very strange, as clear as water, with the determination to die.Bu Yue's heart moved, and he was about to kick her away, but unexpectedly, his feet were hugged by two people respectively, and the woman who made the whip was extremely cruel, so he insisted on receiving two whips and freed his hands The bloated woman shook away.

"Boom!"

A cloud of blood exploded in mid-air, like fireworks in full bloom, and fragments of flesh and blood fell all over the room. The man was covered in gunpowder, and he was determined to commit suicide and drag him to hell with him!

Bu Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous light.

The flesh and blood that filled the entire study drove all the killers into madness. They all came to die with Buyue with the determination to die. They seemed to have discussed it long ago. As long as there is a chance to kill, even if they lose the lives of their classmates, they will not hesitate. Some people will not let go of Buyue's hand even after being stabbed several times, and some people will drag Buyue to die together even if thousands of arrows are pierced through their hearts. Calling fiercely.

When the last person was left, her legs were broken, but she was still crawling in a pool of blood. The sword in her hand pointed at Buyue, and there was so much unwillingness and hatred in her eyes, like a bloody Rakshasa crawling out of hell.

"Buyue... Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go! You must die!"

Buyue said: "I let you go, but you don't let me go."

He stretched out five slender fingers and put them on top of her head, crushing her head. The hot blood stained his hands, but he didn't think it was too cruel.

He looked at the room full of blood, broken arms and limbs, and the messy corpses of every dead woman, which was horrible, and they had lived happily with him under the blue sky of Sanssouci Palace.

The Sanssouci Palace was completely shattered by him.

Buyue looked at herself covered in blood and laughed mockingly.

He has become a real monster!

He walked towards the door, but when he turned around, he saw Xia Yunfeng blocking the door with a sword.

He froze in place, looking at his blood-stained hands, a little at a loss.

Xia Yunfeng walked towards him, his eyes were dark and deep, but with a strong killing intent, when he looked up, there seemed to be another touch of sadness.

His long sword was out of its sheath. This was a new sword he brought with him when he came to the Demon Cult. It had never been out of its sheath, and he did not allow anyone to approach it. Only now was he able to see the sword light overflowing, as bright as the shadow of a bright moon, and brought it out of the room. Yingying brilliance, but the tip of the sword is facing Buyue.

"You're going to kill me?"

Xia Yunfeng's sword light flashed, the brilliance of Linjiang's sixth sword seemed to cut through the time, the sword light was dense and chaotic, overwhelmingly pressing towards him, stepping back seven steps in a row, stepping on someone's corpse, and suddenly raised his head The swords face each other.

This moment, after all, has come.

One of them is evil and the other is righteous. The way is different, so they should not love each other.

Buyue's swordsmanship is erratic and changing, relying on deep internal strength to exert great power, while Xia Yunfeng's swordsmanship, although infinitely varied, is inseparable from its original principles. Buyue has already experienced it, but the sword's The power should not be underestimated, the sword energy brought out has a slight blue light, and the places it passes are full of neat broken marks, and it can also emit a little coldness.

Before Buyue could practice "Furong Moon", she could beat Xia Yunfeng by a small margin. Although it was a bit difficult to deal with it at this time, she still had the upper hand. When the battle was at its height, he suddenly withdrew his hand and let Xia Yunfeng's sword Pierce his throat.

After all, the sword stopped an inch away from his neck, but the sword was so fierce that it cut through the skin.

Xia Yunfeng's eyes were red, and his voice was suppressed and low: "Buyue, I always thought that your nature was not bad, but I misjudged you!"

Buyue said: "It's not what you see."

"What's that like? Buyue, the blood on your hands is still hot, so you dare to say that you didn't kill them!"

Buyue was stunned for a moment, he looked at Xia Yunfeng, that resolute face became a little strange, ferocious and loathing changed his face, it was still a face full of justice, because he saw him killing people with cruel methods .

Buyue suddenly sighed, his unrealistic hope, the knife hanging in his heart finally fell, even if he was smashed to pieces, he would still laugh, the laugh was heartless enough, full of demonic energy .

He said: "Xia Yunfeng, I've always been a bad person, it's you who overestimated your power and tried to turn me into a good person, hahaha, how ridiculous!"

"It's because I overestimated my capabilities." Xia Yunfeng smiled wryly, "I thought people's hearts were made of flesh, how could they not influence you? But Sanssouci Palace rescued you, raised you and taught you martial arts, yet you are so kind and revengeful. Moon, Buyue, is your heart made of stone?"

The five crushed fingers dripped with blood and shook violently, but Buyue raised one finger and licked it, and smiled evilly: "No, I'm a devil, I'm heartless, I have no heart. You kill me if you can."

The tip of the sword moved forward a few points, and the blue light flashed by, but it didn't make any further progress, Xia Yunfeng's brows were tightly knit together, and he looked at him bitterly: "Buyue, don't force me. "

The corner of Buyue's mouth was stained with blood, and her smile became more cruel and ruthless: "You can't kill me, because you fell in love with a demon."

"This is the price you paid for provoking me!" He still maintained a cruel smile, but his heart was barren and ruined.

"To shut up!"

Xia Yunfeng roared: "Ah Yue, what will you do to stop this endless killing?"

Buyue smiled: "I can't stop. This world is full of killing and hatred. Once I stop, I will be the next to die."

"Are you so willing to be someone else's pawn?"

"Yes, because I have no way out."

"You..." Xia Yunfeng took a step back, looked at the tragedy in the room, and felt extremely sad. He looked at the sword in his hand and laughed at himself: "The name of this sword is 'Lanyue'. I thought there was a bright moon in the sky. No matter how high or how cold it is, she was finally embraced by me, and it turned out that it was a dream come true."

Buyue was slightly stunned, her heart ached more and more, but she laughed at him on her face: "Wishful thinking."

Xia Yunfeng smiled bitterly: "It's my wishful thinking."

He put his sword back into its sheath, and took a last look at Buyue: "I'm leaving now, I'm afraid that if I don't leave again, I can't help but kill you."

He turned his back to Buyue: "The rivers and lakes meet again, we will never die."

Bu Yue's fists clenched in his sleeves were trembling, he tried to raise the corners of his mouth, but he didn't know how ugly he was at this moment, he still smiled and said: "Okay, we will never die."

He looked up, but only saw Xia Yunfeng's back, his back was like a peak, and there was a sense of righteousness coming from his bones, but the light outside the door was too bright, it only outlined a dark silhouette of him, making him look more lonely and ruthless.