[Comprehensive wear] Flower blowing sword

The flames of the candles in the lobby were shaken by the wind.

Huo Tianqing said lightly: "I have a few words to ask you."

Dugu Yihe gritted his teeth and nodded, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Old Man Tianqin's seniority in the martial arts world is unmatched by anyone. Huo Tianqing is the son of Old Man Tianqin. He is of the same generation as him. As for.

Huo Tianqing asked: "You have nothing to do with the big boss, why did you suddenly come to express condolences after his death?"

Dugu Yihe said: "These things have nothing to do with you."

Huo Tianqing smiled coldly. He looked at Dugu Yihe with a dark look in his eyes, "Do you think that even if you don't tell me, I won't know?"

Dugu Yihe's expression changed suddenly, he opened his mouth, but did not speak.

The square bricks under his feet were shattered one by one, Dugu Yihe suddenly kicked his right foot, his right hand was already firmly grasping the hilt of the sword.

But at this moment, the power that Huo Tianqing put on him suddenly disappeared.

Dugu Yihe suddenly lost his center of gravity, staggered back two steps, a flash of sword light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, only heard a crisp sound of "Zheng", the long sword in his hand had been inserted into the ground .

But at this time, Huo Tianqing's people had disappeared.

Only the four ethereal and illusory words of "Jinpeng Dynasty" that were heard in Dugu Yihe's ears but were extremely clear floated in the mourning hall, lingering for a long time.

Dugu Yihe struggled to stand up straight, dripping with sweat.

The shaking white curtain was blown up by the wind, and the two candle lamps on the altar danced a few times before suddenly going out.

Dugu Yihe held on to the hilt of his sword, the sky outside the house had revealed a frosty white.

He pulled out his sword, inserted it into the scabbard, and walked out slowly.

Then, he seemed to feel a pair of bright eyes looking at him coldly, he raised his head, and saw a tall, upright person standing motionless under the poplar tree in the yard, dressed in white clothes like snow, Black hair like ink.

Dugu Yihe seemed to have seen a snow plum blooming in an extremely cold place, even his breath was cold, but it was also fragrant.

Dugu Yihe clenched his hand on the hilt of the sword again, and said sharply, "Who is it?"

The man didn't answer him, but asked coldly, "Are you Yan Duhe?"

Dugu Yihe's face suddenly became tense, even the muscles on his face twitched a bit.

The man in white has slowly come out from under the poplar tree, he is standing not far from Dugu Yihe, his snow-white clothes are spotless, like fresh snow that has fallen all over the ground, the whiteness is through the cold.

There was no expression on his face, and he held a strangely shaped long sword with a black scabbard in his hand.

Dugu Yihe couldn't help but said loudly: "Are you Ximen Chuuxue?"

Ximen Chuuxue nodded and said, "I am."

Dugu Yihe's expression suddenly sank, he looked at Ximen Chuuxue, and said sharply: "You killed Su Shaoying?"

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "It is true that I killed him, but it is not him, but Yan Duhe!"

Dugu Yihe's pupils shrank slightly.

Ximen Chuuxue said: "If you are Yan Duhe, then I will kill you!"

Dugu Yihe suddenly laughed wildly: "Yan Duhe can't be killed, it is Dugu Yihe who can be killed."

Ximen Chuuxue held his sword tightly.

Dugu Yihe said: "If you kill Dugu Yihe, you will become famous all over the world!"

Ximen Chuuxue sneered and said: "Wuluan, whether you are Yan Duhe or Dugu Yihe, I will kill you, but I don't kill you to become famous in the world."

Because he is already famous in the world.

Dugu Yihe gritted his teeth and laughed loudly: "Very well, since you want to kill me, you might as well draw your sword!"

Dugu Yihe held the hilt of the sword in his hand.

He felt that his hands were colder than his sword, not only his hands were cold, but his heart was also cold.

He had regretted it, for the first time in his life, and possibly for the last time.

But it was too late to regret it now, he had no other choice, all he could do now was to draw his sword!

In the darkness, there was another sword energy rushing into the sky, and the wind suddenly became stronger.

The sedan chair of the carriage is pale pink, with delicate tassels hanging from the four corners. The carriage is not big, but it can fit four people.

Ma Xiuzhen and Shi Xiuxue sat on the left, and Sun Xiuqing and Ye Xiuzhu sat on the right.

The car had been driving for a long time, and Shi Xiuxue suddenly noticed that everyone was staring at her face. She couldn't help but pouted and asked, "Why are you staring at me? Don't I have flowers growing on my face?"

"Even if you have flowers on your face, you've probably already picked them off and given them to others." Sun Xiuqing smiled lightly. Her eyes were big, her lips were thin, and she looked eloquent.

Shi Xiuxue looked at her, and suddenly laughed, "I pick flowers and give them to others openly, but there are some people who secretly give them a glance!"

Ma Xiuzhen also looked at Sun Xiuqing, "I also see that your eyes have been fixed on Lu Xiaofeng."

Shi Xiuxue's big eyes rolled around, and she covered her face and smiled, "Oh, why do I feel a little sour after listening to what Senior Sister said?"

Ma Xiuzhen glared at her angrily, and said softly, "What's sour? Where is it sour!"

Shi Xiuxue chuckled lightly, "Elder Sister, don't worry, Second Senior Sister is indeed giving her a glance, but it's a pity that it's not for Lu Xiaofeng, but...haha."

She intentionally whetted people's appetites, and stopped talking halfway through her speech, just smiled crisply and cast an ambiguous wink at Sun Xiuqing.

Sun Xiuqing snorted softly, raised her eyebrows and said, "If I had to pick a man, then I would definitely pick Ximen Chuuxue."

The man who was cold, like ice, but with an extremely pleasant plum fragrance.

When four girls get together, if you tell them not to talk about men, it is really difficult, just like when four men are together, most of the things they talk about are women.

But Hua Manlou and Lu Xiaofeng are not talking about women now, and they are not in the mood to talk about women now.

They were talking about Ximen Chuuxue.

"I thought he was with you, even if Emei Sixiu found him, he might not go to Dugu Yihe." Lu Xiaofeng lowered his head and said thoughtfully.

A bit of bitterness appeared on Hua Manlou's face, "Unfortunately, there was a problem between us."

Perhaps it was because of him that Ximen Chuuxue was urged to find Dugu Yihe instead.

Ximen Chuuxue was not as calm as he appeared on the surface, on the contrary, his heart was very chaotic, as if two threads were entangled at once, so he urgently needed to find an outlet.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned and sighed, "I don't care about the affairs between the two of you, I just hope he hasn't found Dugu Yihe yet."

The heavy expression on Hua Manlou's face suddenly eased a bit, he looked at Lu Xiaofeng, and actually laughed, "I'm not worried that Ximen will lose to Dugu Yihe."

He wasn't worried that Ximen Chuuxue would lose, what he was worried about was, if Ximen Chuuxue killed Dugu Yihe, would he feel even more lonely?

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