Youjia Inn

The alley in front of Jixiang Restaurant was covered with a thick layer of snow, without a single footprint, pure and soft like a layer of cotton clouds on a sunny day.

The door of the restaurant was open, and the signboard was still dilapidated. The difference was that there was a white lantern hanging in front of the door. It was white, floating like a silent and sad ghost, entrenched alone in the world.

Xiao Wu stepped on the frost and snow all the way, leaving her footprints alone.

"Miss Xiaowu." Boss Qian was rarely without a smile, and his shrewd eyes were rarely tired.

"He." Just this one word was like a sharp knife, the tongue was scratched and the mouth was bloody, but the next words could not be asked.

The eyes of this frail little girl in front of her were bloodshot, she hadn't slept well for several nights, and she couldn't bear to tell the truth.However, some things must be said, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

"Lin Shaoxia, I'm afraid, he can't come back anymore." Boss Qian paused, and continued to pour out cruel sentences in a calm language.

The little girl's eyes suddenly went dark, her body swayed, and Boss Qian was about to reach out to help her.The little girl stabilized her figure and stood stiffly.

"Brother Lin, what else did he say?"

What had been expected long ago, the ominous premonition accumulated over the past few days was confirmed.Xiao Wu didn't cry, didn't lose his mind in hysteria, and there wasn't even a sound of crying in his voice.

With just this sentence, the timid and immature child seemed to forget to cry in sorrow.

"Even if the sword is cast, don't go back to the Sword Casting Villa."

"why?"

"Because of Lin Shaoxia, Lin Shaoxia is the owner of Zhujian Mountain Villa, a hired killer. He met you before and followed you because he wanted to kill you. It's not a coincidence at all."

"Oh." The little girl nodded in despair.

"Boss Qian." A strange voice appeared in the lobby.

A woman holding a square wooden box stood in front of both of them. The woman had a gentle face, with an elegant and indifferent smile on her lips. She was wearing a thin tube top and skirt without any trace of wind and snow. Ladies figure out.

Boss Qian's heart contracted suddenly, and he looked around and suddenly thumped, because he found that there were only three people left in the hall who could stand.

With trembling lips, he said, "You, you, you,?"

The woman glanced around and said: "Don't worry, I'm not dead, am I a man easy to kill?"

"Hero, man, what's the point of being a woman?" Boss Qian's face was completely pale, and he didn't feel any better because of the woman's words.

"Ha, I don't dare to be a chivalrous woman, I'm just an unknown generation." The woman's temperament suddenly changed, and she was just like every pedestrian she met on the road. Inadvertently, the woman smiled brightly, like an apricot blossom on a spring night.

"If there is a name when, it may become a black letter on the tombstone." The woman raised her eyebrows and raised two sword lights, her momentum was full, and there was still a smile on her lips, but there was no smile at all. .

Cold sweat slipped from Boss Qian's forehead, along his nose to his neck.

"I, I want to see who destroyed my sharpest dagger today." The woman moved slowly and circled around Xiao Wu a few times.

"Heh, the shadow that belongs to darkness wants to have light. This is the consequence, hehe."

The woman let out a series of laughter, "Here, I think he can only feel at ease when he is by your side."

With trembling hands, Xiao Wu took the square wooden box handed over by the woman. It was so heavy, so heavy that Xiao Wu could barely lift his hands.

"The body collected for him is no longer complete."

Little Fifty Fingers had white hair, and he was tightly clasping the cold wooden box.

"Want to know how he died?" The woman paused, then smiled and said the poisoned four words, "Five horses divided the body."

"First, he was tortured for a day and a night, and then he was quartered by horses, alive, and then thrown into the wilderness, where he was swallowed by wild beasts, and all he found were broken corpses."

Xiao Wu was dazed again, and almost missed the box.

"Want to open it and have a look?"

Bewitched by these words, Xiao Wu unconsciously opened the square wooden box.

A box of off-white powder lay quietly at the bottom of the box, announcing the death of a person.

Tears seemed to open the valve, Xiao Wu covered his mouth, covering the helpless, painful and desperate voice in his throat.

Xiao Wu shook his hand again, and half of the powder in the box was poured out.

Xiao Wutong knelt down, hurriedly grabbed the white powder on the ground, and put it back into the box.

Most of the powder slipped from between the fingers, and flew into the air again, as if it couldn't be caught no matter how hard it was.

Xiao Wu closed his eyes, and there was a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had been dug out in half.

A gust of wind blew in from outside the door, and the ashes flew up, as if something whispered in the ear, it was the pain before death, one whip, one whip, there seemed to be no end, and finally the final pain stopped with a sharp neigh.

Picking up the last handful of ashes from the ground, Xiao Wu's fingertips were already bleeding. She knew that no matter how hard she grabbed, that person would never come back.

Yes, that person has gone, the big brother who can take care of himself has gone, and he can't come back.

The moment the box was closed, Xiao Wu's crying also stopped, and she stared at the woman's eyes.

"I can be your sword."

"Sword? I don't need a sword, I just need a dagger. Besides, you are not qualified."

"How can I become a dagger."

"Oh, you want to avenge him."

"Yes, I think."

"No matter what happens to you in the future?"

"Yes."

"Okay. You are ready to prepare, now you kill this one."

"Me now?"

"Yes, three days later, there will be no girl like Xiao Wu in the world, and there will be only a nameless person."

"No, I have nothing to worry about in this world, I can go now."

"good very good."

In the snowstorm, the two left the Lucky Inn.Boss Qian looked at the backs of the two women as they left, and suddenly realized that they looked alike.

The lights in the bamboo house were still on, and the figure of an old man pacing was cast on the window.

"Dong dong dong."

"The girl is back." The wooden door creaked open, revealing the worried face of the dull old man.

"En." Xiao Wu responded and stepped into the door.

"Girl, Lin Yuan him." The boring old man asked anxiously.

"Master, thank you for your teaching for more than half a year. This disciple is very grateful." Xiao Wu knelt on the ground.

"Xiao Wu, what are you doing?" The boring old man grabbed Xiao Wu, but Xiao Wu's legs seemed to have grown roots on the ground, why couldn't he get up.

"Master, I, I, I'm going to find Brother Lin, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, in the future."

"Bastard! You're going to be messed up, right? You're going to die with me too." The old man was furious, and slapped Xiao Wu's pale face with five bright red fingerprints.

"Master." Xiao Wu smiled sadly, like a camellia in full bloom, "I'm already dead."

"What nonsense are you talking about with your eyes open!" The boring old man was so angry that he wanted to blush on the other side of Xiao Wu's face, but he finally held back, "Believe it or not, I will break your leg, and you will never go out again. To succeed, you want to die first, I don't agree."

"Master, you can't stop me." Xiao Wu raised his head with a smile, his eyes met those of the old man, "If you break my leg, I can die here right now."

"Hey!" The boring old man sighed.There is no soul in this girl's eyes.

Boom boom boom.After three beeps, Xiao Wu got up and said, "Take care, Master, and leave."

"Wait, take your sword away together. Save it and stay here, I will see and annoy you again and again!"

The boring old man turned around, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden, and walked towards the back room with a hunched body.

"Pay money!" The sword that Xiao Wu forged was thrown out.

"Master, take care." Xiao Wu whispered, bending down to pick up the sword.

Unexpectedly, the moment Xiao Wu touched the sword with his hand, the sword would split in two silently.Water droplets condensed on the blade of the sword, dripping down.

"Are you crying?" Xiao Wu found a piece of cloth, dried the broken sword, and put both pieces of sword into the scabbard.

"Is that your sword?" The woman handed Xiao Wu the reins of the horse.

"No, that was his sword, but now, it's my dagger."

The two steeds galloped between the night and the snow, their hooves flying in the air, and the footprints they left behind were quickly covered by the snow. They didn't know where they came from, when they would return, and what was ahead.

Night, already deep; night, non-stop.

-------------------------I am the dividing line gentleman——

"Treat the blood blisters on your hands." The woman threw a bottle of ointment to Xiao Wu, "What you need is a pair of soft pancreas that look harmless."

"What's that expression on your face?" The woman reminded lightly, "What you need is a girl's flustered innocence and inadvertent temptation, with a sad face, who can you show?"

"Forget it, it's better to change your face." The woman said lightly, "I'll keep your eyes for you. These eyes are still very valuable."

Pots of blood were poured out of Xiaowu's room, and there was no cry from inside the room during the day. The maids were holding washbasins in an orderly manner, and towels were coming in and out.

One month later, the bandages on Xiao Wu's face were removed round by round.

Holding the bronze mirror, she stared blankly at the strange woman in front of her.

"From now until the task is completed, your name is Luming, and you are a dancer from Chunfengdu."

"Come on, have a laugh."

Lu Ming came back to his senses, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that had been practiced thousands of times.

That kind of shy, nervous smile, the face that is obviously pure and innocent, but because of the bright red tear mole in the corner of the eye, it is alluring, pure and demon.

"You mole of tears, you can go after this task is completed."

"Yeah." Lu Ming nodded and suppressed his smile, lowering his eyebrows and brushing his hair.

"Use this hairpin." The woman took out a simple suet white jade hairpin.

Lu Ming shook his head, and took out another one from the wooden box, a metal silver butterfly hairpin.

The woman frowned, and then stretched out: "It's up to you. Just be happy."

Lu Ming gently inserted the butterfly hairpin into his jet-black hair, and the tail of the butterfly swayed gently, as if there was silver light flowing in it, the butterfly was about to fly.