Lu Xiaofeng's colleagues: Ximen cat

It was very late at night, Dugu Yihe was not asleep, and the spring breeze in April seemed to carry the chill of late autumn, blowing the white curtain in the mourning hall.

The coffin is made of purple nanmu, which is very strong and precious.

The candlelight swayed in the wind, and the mourning hall was filled with an indescribably gloomy and desolate feeling.

Dugu Yihe stood quietly in front of Yan Tieshan's spiritual tablet, and hadn't moved for a long, long time, with a desolate and sad expression on his serious and resolute face.

He was already an old man, so old that he had almost forgotten certain things, but he didn't like this thing that was forgotten by almost everyone, to have its dusty curtain lifted and exposed to the broad daylight again, He doesn't like the feeling of being stripped of his clothes.

It's over, and anyone who wants to remind it of it, be damned.

Dugu Yihe walked out slowly, he is a serious person with strict schedule, he should rest, moreover, there is an important appointment at noon tomorrow, he must rest.

He suddenly felt coldly stared at by a pair of icy eyes, and when he looked up, he saw a snow-white figure.

Dugu Yihe's face began to tighten.

The man in white has slowly come out of the darkness, standing under the moonlight, his snow-white clothes are spotless, his face is completely expressionless, and he has a strange-looking black sheath sword slung across his back.

Dugu Yihe moved, "Ximen Chuuxue?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Yes."

Dugu Yihe sneered, "Did Lu Xiaofeng ask you to come?"

Ximen Chuuxue said lightly: "No one asked me to come, I will kill Su Shaoying."

Dugu Yihe's eyes flashed with a needle-like cold light: "So you deserve to die."

Ximen Chuuxue said: "I'll kill you, you can also try to kill me."

But Dugu Yihe suddenly smiled: "Okay, very good." Before he finished speaking, the others rushed out, and Ximen Chuuxue's sword was unsheathed.

……

Maomao's nose is very sharp, and Maomao runs very fast. Under the moonlight, it looks like a white light passing by.

Maomao remembers the owner's smell, and remembers the way to Zhuguangbaoqi Pavilion.

Maomao remembers that when it met its owner for the first time, it scratched the owner's hand with one paw, and the owner stuffed it into the skirt, and the owner's embrace was warm...

Maomao remembers that the owner bought fragrant fish for him for the first time. He had a stomach ache after eating too much. The owner rubbed his belly for him. The owner's fingers were slightly cool. Rubbing on the small belly felt very comfortable...

The cat remembers that when it fell into the water, it was very cold and scared. The owner picked it up and held it in the palm of his hand. The owner's hands were warm and brushed over every inch of its body to dry its fur and keep it warm. It was so ironed that it was drowsy in the palm of the owner...

Maomao remembered that when seven people rushed towards it with their knives in hand, the owner stood in front of it and knocked them all down with one sword...

Mao Mao remembered that Fatty Bai sprinkled pearls all over the sky to smash it, and was cut in half by the owner...

Maomao remembered that when the poisonous needle was shot, the master's sword was blocked in front of it, and the master's chest was leaning against it behind it...

Maomao remembered the owner's cold face, and carefully dressed it...

The owner will dry the fur for it every night...

The master lets it sleep in the armpit every night...

The owner will comb and tie up its fur every morning...

So, how can the master die?

Cats don't want their masters to die!

The owner smells so good!

The owner's body temperature is so intoxicating!

The master's cold face is so pretty!

Master spanking hurts so much... (This one is not necessary!)

The owner combs the hair so comfortably!

The owner slept so soundly in his armpits!

I don't want the master to die!Don't want the master to die!

Maomao jumped up to the top of the tree, his eyes lit up, and he saw it. It was the master's figure, and that was the master's sword!

The master is fine!The mustache is deceiving!

The cat shouted excitedly: "Meow meow meow meow!"

master master master!

cat?

The snow-white figure froze slightly in the distance.

In a flash of mind, a cold light broke through the sword energy and pierced his chest.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes didn't even waver, the sword energy all over the sky disappeared, turned into a point, and pierced the opponent's throat.

This is a lose-lose situation.

Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, as long as the opponent reveals a little flaw, it will be a deadly game.For Ximen Chuuxue, one chance is enough, and one opening is enough.

Dugu Yihe's swordsmanship is not without flaws, but Ximen Chuuxue never catches it, because Dugu Yihe seems to know the flaws in his swordsmanship better than anyone else. It's no longer a flaw.

If it had been Ximen Chuuxue half a year ago, he would have been the one who would have died if he passed [-] moves, but Ximen Chuuxue had practiced against Maomao, who had the amazing intuition of a beast, for half a year, and it was not without gains. It's so bad that it doesn't help him much, but at least, he has learned to take it in and out freely, otherwise the cat that would wander from time to time has been slaughtered by the owner hundreds of times.

So Ximen Chuuxue is still alive, thirty strokes alive, forty strokes alive, fifty strokes, he is still alive.

But this situation is absolutely impossible to last. In terms of skill, Dugu Yihe is far above him, if it drags on, he will be the only one who dies.

Maomao's arrival did distract him, but it didn't mess up his sword skills. He just wanted to give Dugu Yihe a chance, a chance to kill him, and it was also his chance to kill Dugu Yihe.

Ximen Chuuxue is betting that Dugu Yihe will not give up such an opportunity, because under his sword, no one will not feel pressure, this feeling of dancing on the tip of the knife, Dugu Yihe will not feel good, he will definitely rush End this situation.

Ximen Chuuxue won the bet, and Dugu Yihe really couldn't wait to seize this opportunity.

So they started another game, who is more afraid of death.

Whoever can't help but give up killing his opponent to save his own life loses and dies.

Whoever is afraid of death will die.

Not afraid of death, just die together.

Ximen Chuuxue would win, he knew he would win.

Dugu Yihe is getting old, and the older the person, the more afraid of death, even if the old person lives in pain, he is reluctant to die, he is reluctant to part with this colorful world, not to mention Dugu Yihe is living a healthy and beautiful life, so he is even more afraid of death.

Ximen Chuuxue was different, he didn't care about life or death, whether it was his own or someone else's.

The moment Ximen Chuuxue's sword light subsided, Dugu Yihe knew that he had been fooled. He understood the current situation, and he didn't want to be afraid, but the coldness of the sword's edge that was close at hand almost penetrated his skin, and he couldn't control his hands anymore. trembling slightly...

The cat standing on the top of the tree was dumbfounded. It saw the vigorous old man stab the sword into the chest of the owner, and saw the owner let him drive straight in without any defense...

Master... is dying?

dying……

No no no!No!

You are not allowed to touch my master!

The owner's warm embrace is that of a cat!You are not allowed to move!

The owner's cool fingers belonged to a cat!You are not allowed to move!

The owner's comfortable armpits belong to cats!You are not allowed to move!

Maomao shouted angrily: "No!"

What came out was not a soft meowing meow...

"Yeah!"

The incomparably clear voice swayed slowly, coming from nowhere, resounding through the world, shaking mountains and rivers, and stretching endlessly.

Immature, like the new cry of heaven and earth.

Majesty, like the precept of the king who examines the common people.

Anger is like a giant dragon's rebuke to the ants who covet its treasure.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword firmly pointed at Dugu Yihe's throat, he could clearly feel the trembling and hesitant sword piercing his chest, Ximen Chuuxue knew that he had already won, injury might be inevitable, but he would not die.

Then he heard an angry cry, strange and familiar.

His sword pierced Dugu Yihe's throat first, but the stabbing pain in his chest did not come as expected, and Dugu Yihe fell limply, without any breath of life.

Ximen Chuuxue turned his head and saw that the starlight all over the sky dimmed suddenly with this cry, but the moonlight was in full bloom, and the small crescent moon was shining with the full moon's brilliance. Not far away, the moonlight almost condensed into mercury and turned into The beam of light shines on a small snow-white beast.

It was a cub, no more than the size of a palm, with a pair of round eyes as dark as the endless night sky, shining like the brightest stars in the sky. With an astonishing deterrent, three fluffy tails fluttered in the air, as if they wanted to choose someone and devour them.His lips were grinning, revealing small but menacing fangs, shining with sharp light.

cat cat...

Ximen Chuuxue looked at it quietly, not wanting his docile and mischievous little pet to have such a menacing and wild moment.

Is this really a cat?

As soon as the thought came up, I heard a soft whimper: "Meow..."

When I looked at it again, the moonlight all over the sky dissipated, and the small body swayed limply on the treetop a few times, and fell down.

Ximen Chuuxue reached out to catch it, and felt the familiar touch, still soft, warm, and fluffy, and he suddenly felt inexplicably at ease.

"Cat cat."

Maomao struggled to open his eyes, and the tiredness in his eyes could be seen: "Meow meow..."

The cat meows softly, the cat is sleepy, the cat wants to sleep.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes fell on its flickering three tails, and he frowned slightly: "Sleep if you want to sleep."

The three flickering fox tails finally couldn't hold on anymore and turned into two. The two fox tails were still flickering. Ximen Chuuxue silently watched it gradually disappear until only one remained. He stretched out his hand to stroke it slowly , Maomao whimpered comfortably, put its remaining tail under its feet, tilted its head and fell into a deep sleep.

Ximen Chuuxue carried it into his bosom, his eyes fell on Dugu Yihe's corpse, his seven orifices were slowly oozing blood.

Ximen Chuuxue pondered for a moment, then slapped Dugu Yihe's chest.