It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

On a dark and windy night, there was silence on Heimuya, and there were only a few lights left in the mansion of the leader, and two figures of men were reflected on the window grilles.Sitting on one side and bending over, the shadows are stacked together, showing a different kind of false intimacy.

The person sitting sideways is sitting in front of the bronze mirror.Under the dim candlelight, the gorgeously dressed man in the bronze mirror narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a little impatience and disgust.

In front of the mirror was an unfinished picture of hundreds of flowers. The flowers were plump and gorgeous, and the threads were fine and dense. Only at the last needle drop, due to the uneven force and heavy force, the stitches were split and the silk threads were loose. It was obviously thrown out roughly. throw it away.

The man who bent over only briefly ignored the chaos in front of the table. He obviously understood the moodiness of his leader and was not flustered.Yang Lianting only glanced at the embroidery where the thread was still crumbling, and didn't pay much attention to it. He bent over and held up a clean handkerchief for the leader to wipe his fingers.

There was a calm smile on his face, his voice was gentle and hoarse, as if affectionate, and his robust and masculine face instantly became more honest and sincere.He suggested softly, with pampering and tenderness like coaxing: "Master, it's windy today, you should rest early, clean water is prepared for you, I hope you can recover from fatigue and have a good night's sleep."

Dongfang nodded casually, frowned and looked at himself in the mirror.The eyebrows are long and narrow, the inside is frosty, the bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are thin and bloodless, the cheeks are cold and hard, and although the jaw line is soft, it is still handsome and tough, neither soft nor beautiful.

Feeling restless in his heart, he stood up abruptly, and pressed the bronze mirror on the table with a 'snap'.

Yang Lianting was startled by the voice, he caught a glimpse of the leader's movements from the corner of his eye, and quickly came back to his senses: "Lianting will replace you with an expensive one tomorrow. The leader has a dignified temperament and a very beautiful appearance. Such a simple thing is really not good for you."

He took out the newly made clothes from one side, the expensive satin, silky and soft, the color was crimson like blood, shining moist silver light under the light. "This is the clothing material that Lianting specially asked people to collect. It is rare for the nobles in the imperial city to get it. I am making this summer shirt for you."

Seeing the leader looking at the new clothes, he pushed away the messy things on the table and put them on.Then he turned sideways, leaned over again, and took off the high crown on the leader's head.Don't look at him as tall and strong as a tiger, with thick and wide hands, but his movements are careful and meticulous, just like a tiger sniffing a rose.

Out of the corner of Dongfang's eyes, he caught a glimpse of Yang Lianting's movements. He took off his bun and lightly held down the high crown. His bound black hair fell down like a waterfall, and his tight scalp loosened.He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the back of the chair, kneading his head rhythmically with callused fingers, which was very comfortable.

Yang Lianting patiently and meticulously massaged the scalp for the leader. Seeing people's facial expressions relaxed and the corners of their mouths smiling, it was worthwhile for him to learn the massage method from the old Chinese medicine.

After the massage was almost finished, he asked softly: "Master, I can use the lotus pavilion to serve you to take a bath."

Dongfang suddenly opened his eyes, and a coldness flashed in his eyes: "Go down."

Yang Lianting was swept over by the leader's indifferent eyes, he could not touch the hand that was about to fall on the person's shoulder, and said forbearance: "Yes, then Lianting will go down first, the leader should rest early, and the subordinates will worry about you."

Seeing that the leader's expression had not improved, he was puzzled for a while, and only hid his dissatisfaction, and retreated quickly.

Dongfang was the only person left in the room. Perhaps it was the strong wind outside the window, which was disturbing. He closed his eyes, but frowned tightly.

He was dressed in a gorgeous and heavy leader's robe, which made it difficult to stretch. He hung his head, his black hair slipped from both sides, and the light was so dim that he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. He looked like a gorgeous and decadent rag doll in a dark corner.

Candle tears dripped down, and the guards begged to see him from outside the door, and the fire flickered and swayed, and then suddenly extinguished.

Dongfang moved, the guard outside the door hesitated whether to report again, the door opened wide, and a hoarse and tired voice came from the darkness: "What's the matter?"

"Hallmaster Tong handed over the letter from down the mountain, saying that you must see it immediately." The guard handed over the letter, groping to re-light the lamp.

Dongfang raised his hand to take it, with no interest in his eyes, he was really bored with the affairs of the congregation.Martial arts practitioners can see at night, and before the guards lighted the candles, the words on the note came into view: "Brother Dongfang, Mo Wuming and I are now splitting up at the foot of the cliff, and I want to take him up the cliff tomorrow morning, please inform me." . '

The guard had just turned on the lamp, and was about to bow his head sideways, when a gust of wind passed by, and the lamp went out again.The guard raised his eyes in surprise, the leader's long clothes had already disappeared into the twilight.

Counting the time, Tong Baixiong arrived at Sun Moon Town when the sky was already dark. He placed them in a sub-altar and secretly delivered a letter to Yashang.

Although he was sure that Brother Mo and Brother Dongfang had a relationship, but the sacred religion was very important, and the cliff was heavily guarded, so he had to confirm whether Brother Dongfang really allowed this person to go up the Blackwood Cliff.

If Brother Dongfang doesn't object, then he will take Mo Wuming up the cliff tomorrow morning. If this matter is false, then I'm sorry.He frowned, his eyes were sharp, although he felt that Mo Wuming was a good guy, but he was not a man of the Tao, so don't blame him for cutting grass and roots.

Mo Wuming was exhausted all the way, but he couldn't fall asleep when he arrived at the Devil's Cult branch. He wondered if he could see Dongfang tomorrow?I don't know if I haven't seen him for half a year, will he miss me?I don't know how to untie the barrier between the two and solve Dongfang's knot?

Today he saw that most of the Demon Cult men in this house were big and three rough, unkempt, and behaved rudely and arrogantly, and most of them were unreasonable.He put on his clothes and got up, pushed open the window, and the strong wind poured in from outside, making him more awake and difficult to fall asleep, he sighed softly.

While he was in a daze, he suddenly heard the sound of people in the courtyard, and dozens of people with knives rushed out.Mo Wuming was stunned, what were the demon cult members doing, he seemed to hear 'Who broke into my divine sect at night'?

He looked far away, there were no stars and no moon, and the wind was strong, and a flamboyant figure seemed to be strolling from the horizon.His hair is flying, spread out behind him, his clothes are very long, floating in the sky like a flying magic blanket, the sleeves of his robe are large, and the skirt is spread out.In the dense night that cannot be seen clearly, there is only a thick black silhouette, with teeth and claws, and the momentum is breathtaking.

The man seemed to be walking on the wind, but his speed was extremely fast, he entered the courtyard in a short time and stood on the roof.Mo Wuming's eyes were wide open, his heart was beating suddenly, he was still in a daze, and there was a sound of knives and bows in his ears: "The sun rises in the east, and I am the only one who is invincible. Teach, be blessed by the common people, and the subordinates wait to kowtow to the leader."

The momentum was huge, and Mo Wuming came to his senses, it was really him.

"Go back."

Without hesitation, the crowd receded like a tide, and the courtyard was empty for a while.The east is falling from a high place, the dark red skirt is unscrewed layer by layer, and the flamboyant black hair is slowly gathered, rising and falling with the accompaniment of the wind.

Accompanied by the dim open fire, the man looked back, his face was like jade, handsome and thin, with cold Danfeng eyes, flowing gently, like a clear spring stream flowing through the white snow.

Mo Wuming's heart was beating wildly, and he suddenly pushed open the door and ran out, his footsteps stopped, and the two of them were separated by three feet: "So you are really Dongfang Bubai."

Dongfang's eyes were dim, and unknowing anxiety spread in his eyes. He lowered his head, raised it again, and said in a shrill voice, "Yes. Are you scared?"

The Sun Moon God Sect is known as the Devil's Sect in the Jianghu. There are three religions and nine streams in the religion.The righteous way of the world, grasping the typical evil, often used words to crusade against their god religion, it can be said that everyone shouts and beats them, and be on guard everywhere.

Dongfang was flustered, all the surprise of seeing the letter dissipated, he hung his head sideways, unable to hide the tense and cold breath around his body.He is ugly and has a bad reputation, would Mo Wuming still like him like this?

At a loss, he stood up and flew away, not noticing the passionate smile on Mo Wuming's lips, approaching footsteps and... empty hands.

Mo Wuming froze, the hand that almost touched the opponent's cheek was raised in the air, with his mouth half-opened, he raised his head and chased after the disappearing corner of his clothes.

What the hell is this? He rubbed his hair and became irritable. He felt that the man was a little uneasy, and wanted to comfort him, and it was too frivolous to go up and touch his face?

What is he running, what is he afraid of? !

He calmed down, didn't close anything inappropriate, and knocked on Tong Baixiong's door: "Brother Tong, quickly take me to find your leader, he just ran away."

"Yeah, tomorrow morning." Tong Baixiong yawned, Brother Dongfang seemed to agree with Brother Mo's going up the cliff, but, "It's too late today, we can't go up, let's go early tomorrow morning." He didn't fly with anyone The ability to reach the top of the cliff.

Here, Mo Wuming had no choice but to suppress his impatience, and went back to his room patiently.Over there, Dongfang went up the cliff again in a panic, and Lieyefeng gradually calmed him down.

He sat in front of the dressing table, looking straight at himself in the bronze mirror, if he was more beautiful, and more beautiful, Wuming would always like him.

The person in the bronze mirror has painted eyebrows and eyes, thick and stiff powder on the white face, a piece of blush, and vermilion on the lips.Dongfang measured it carefully, as if covering the rough and ugly part, he let out a breath, and lay on the big soft bed with his clothes still on, eyes open and sleepless.