[Comprehensive wear] Flower blowing sword

The sky has turned slightly white, and the spring breeze in April should be warm and pleasant, but now it blows the white curtains in the mourning hall with a bit of the bleak chill of late autumn.

Dugu Yihe's coffin stood quietly in front of Yan Tieshan's coffin, and beside him was a coffin of purple nanmu.

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

Dugu Yihe's back was straight, his face had many wrinkles, and he was already an old man.

And now his serious and resolute face also has a desolate and sad expression, because he is also an old man, so he understands how terrible death is.

There was a sudden sound of light footsteps behind him, Dugu Yihe didn't turn his head, but his hand was already on the sword.

His sword is thicker than ordinary swords, and the blade is also very long and wide. The brass tsuba is very polished, but the scabbard is very old, and there is a small gossip embedded in it, which is exactly Emei. The standard cloth of the master's sword. (Excerpt from the original book.)

A person walked slowly from behind and stood beside him.

This person was Huo Tianqing, and Huo Tianqing's expression was also very sad and heavy. He was wearing a jute filial piety over his black tights, which showed that his relationship with the deceased was unusual.

Huo Tianqing stood beside him, silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Why hasn't the Taoist priest slept yet?"

Dugu Yihe didn't answer him.

Huo Tianqing looked at the nanmu coffin, and the sad and heavy look in his eyes suddenly became sharp, "I think the Taoist priest should know why the big boss died."

Dugu Yihe's expression changed, he turned his head and looked at Huo Tianqing with burning eyes, and Huo Tianqing's eyes were also focused on his face, as if he wanted to find some clues from this dying face.

The expression on Dugu Yihe's face returned to the usual calm and serious expression, he snorted coldly, turned around and strode out.

Huo Tianqing yelled loudly behind him: "Stop!" While he was speaking, his arms had been slightly opened, like a "phoenix spreading its wings", and the two fingers of his left hand were pinched like a phoenix pecking, and he hurriedly pointed at the back of Dugu Yihe's neck.

Dugu Yihe didn't expect him to strike rashly, he leaned to the right, and swung his sword towards his wrist.

Unexpectedly, Huo Tianqing's footsteps slipped slightly, and suddenly he slid four feet away, and he was already behind Dugu Yihe's right shoulder. Although the move was still the same "Phoenix Spreading Wings", the direction of the attack had suddenly changed completely, and he actually used it The phoenix peck in the right hand pointed at the blood vessels on the back of Dugu Yihe's neck. (Excerpt from the original book.)

This move was so subtle that Dugu Yihe couldn't help but cry out: "Feng Fei!"

Huo Tianqing suddenly stopped his attack, he stood opposite Dugu Yihe with his hands behind his back, nodded coldly and said, "That's right."

Dugu Yihe's breathing suddenly became rapid, and after the rapidity passed, it became extremely weak again, "Old Man Tianqin..."

Huo Tianqing narrowed his eyes and said, "It's my father!"

Hua Manlou sat cross-legged on the bed. He sat upright, but his whole body was naked, only a black hair hanging down half covered his body.

Opposite him, sat Ximen Chuuxue who was also naked.

Hua Manlou said: "In the dungeon, I can see it. Although it's only a very blurry image, I can indeed see it."

Ximen Chuuxue's expression was a bit dignified, he already knew what Huamanlou was doing that day, it was not "drunk for half a day", but "seeking to get".

What you want is what you want, and what you ask for is what you get.

That was what Huamanlou wanted in his heart, so it was truly displayed in front of Huamanlou's eyes.

And Ximen Chuuxue has nothing but kendo.

Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "Hua Man Lou, the poison you have been poisoned is "seeking to get".

Hua Manlou asked, "What do you mean by "seek to obtain"?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "What you want is what you want, and what you ask for is what you get. "Seek" is to turn the thing you most desire in your heart at that time into reality."

The thing that was longed for in my heart at that time... Huamanlou remembered the trembling and heat caused by the entanglement of his body that day, and he couldn't help laughing out loud. He smiled and said with a sigh: "It turns out that from then on, the desire in my heart was you, Simon..."

The corners of Ximen Chuuxue's eyes twitched slightly. It was undeniable that when Hua Manlou said that sentence, Ximen Chuuxue's heart couldn't help but tremble.

But soon, that trembling disappeared, because Ximen Chuuxue thought of something.

As long as the desire in the heart is satisfied, the medicinal effect of "seeking to obtain" will be ignited, and their friendship not only failed to detoxify Huamanlou, but also caused Ximen Chuuxue to fall into it.

Because he was the desire in Huamanlou's heart, when Huamanlou's miqing liquid poured into Ximen Chuixue's body, he had already fallen into a trap.

A trap made of "love".

So all the palpitations and palpitations in his heart now may just be influenced by Hua Manlou.

Perhaps, it was not what he really thought in his heart.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly stood up.

He took the clothes that Hua Manlou took off and threw aside, put them on, picked up the sword beside the pillow, got out of bed and walked out in silence.

When he walked to the door, he suddenly heard Hua Manlou whisper behind him: "You want to go?"

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "Yes."

Hua Manlou said: "You haven't planted flowers for me yet." His hands were already tightly gripping the quilt under him, his tone was very calm, but there was a clear look of anxiety on his face.

Ximen Chuuxue paused, but he didn't look back, "I'll have someone transplant the flowers from Wanmei Villa into your small building."

Hua Manlou's mouth moved, but no sound came out.

Because Ximen Chuuxue had already left, he was the only one breathing in the small building, Hua Manlou lowered his head slowly, his black hair slanted down, covering the expression on his face.

The small building was unusually quiet, and after a while, there was a wry laugh.

He didn't know why Ximen Chuuxue left, maybe he knew, but he would rather not know.

If all the possible heartbeats he thinks are nothing but false bubbles, that person's truest thoughts are still wrapped under layers of lies, and even such lies may not be exposed one day.

The saddest thing is that the source of lies is still himself.

The sky outside has really started to light up.

Hua Manlou looked out of the window with unfocused eyes, and his expression was scattered. Looking at it this way, he really looked like a blind man.

He couldn't see the dawn, and there was only endless darkness in front of his eyes.

The plum fragrance on that person seemed to be still floating in the air, Hua Manlou stretched out his hand to grab it from the air, what he caught was just the air with his hands full.

Hua Manlou slowly closed his eyes, the warm smile no longer appeared on his face, replaced by dullness and bitterness.

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Awow~ The introduction of Huahua Fuming is out!