Silver Moon Halberd

Tonight, the Yicui Pavilion is still brightly lit, but it is different from the bustling scene of a crowded hall with no empty seats in the past. There is only one guest in the hall.

She has a beautiful appearance, but her face is sickly and her complexion is not good. She has a slim figure, but her left sleeve is hanging down by her side.If you think about what an enviable woman she should be, you can't help but sigh for this "shortcoming".

She sat silently at the table, fiddling with a plum blossom sleeve arrow on the table.During the assassination mission half a year ago, her old illness relapsed, and the mission failed. She also lost her left arm and was unable to carry the crossbow.In the past six months, her mind has often been confused, and she can only do the same thing when she is sober: loading arrows and fixing the quiver.It took a few hours at first, but now there is no need to snap your fingers.

Even if she has only one arm left and can shoot arrows, she is still An Ye Shura.

The first person to die under her arrow was a man. After six years of separation, she had already forgotten the man's face, but she would not forget the disgusting smell on his body.When the crosshair aimed at the man's chest, her hands couldn't help trembling, not because of fear, but because of uncontrollable excitement.The muffled sound of the sharp arrow piercing through the flesh was the most pleasant sound she had ever heard, and the distorted face of the man when he was dying was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

After that, her hands stopped trembling, and her crosshair was only aimed at her head.More and more people died under her arrows, there might be good people or bad people, but they were just strangers to her.She will not disobey any order of her adoptive father, who gave her a chance to take revenge, so that she will no longer be weak and let her be eaten by mermaids.

She likes to wear black clothes, which can make her fully blend into the dark night; she likes the moment when a sharp arrow shoots, and at that moment, she must ensure that she is quieter than a dead person; she likes to wait, the longer the time, the more difficult the process, the better her patience will be , because she can always wait for the person she wants to kill.

At this moment, she was wearing black clothes with a hidden weapon hidden in her sleeve, waiting for someone.

But this person was not the one she wanted to kill.

They lived together for five or six years when they were young, and then they went their separate ways. When they met again, they still got together less and separated more.In fact, during the years of separation, she almost forgot each other, just like she forgot herself, she forgot many, many things.For example, her hometown has many mountains and little water, and the sky is full of yellow sand; for example, she has been lively and cheerful since she was a child, and she has extraordinary courage; for example, her real name...

When recalling the past, that person's eyes seemed to be full of relief and pain, and her heart would also be twisted into a ball.It was strange, as if they not only had the same face, but also had the same heart. She had obviously forgotten the feeling of pain.

— Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell.

The crisp bell interrupted her thoughts, she looked up, and there was a woman standing on the stage facing the seat.

The woman wore bells on her hands and feet, her sleeves were tight, and her skirt was extremely wide. The color of her dress gradually changed from snow white to black from top to bottom, and the most bizarre thing was that she was wearing a mask with a blue face and fangs that were terrifying, and her hair was disheveled. The evil spirit crawling out of the ground!

—Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring.

The woman bent her knees and stepped left and right, her waist like a water snake swayed gracefully, and her soft, boneless arms were bent and stretched out.She danced very slowly, in a strange and mysterious way.Gradually, her waist became lower and lower, her figure suddenly stopped, and her fingers stretched out towards the top of her head, as if she wanted to grab something and seemed to be climbing up, but the long skirt was on the ground, and the black skirt was like a heavy mud. She was dragged into the abyss.She retracted her arms and folded her chest, embracing a sad heart, and slid her fingertips across the mask to wipe away the endless tears.

She suddenly raised her head to the sky to question, stomped her feet and yelled at the ground, she twisted her body vigorously, and danced vigorously.She bent her knees and straightened her knees, with one arm pointing straight to the sky, shaking her head like a madman!Gradually, her waist became more and more straight, she turned her neck sideways, floating on the mask with one hand, and lifted the skirt with the other, laughing at the incompetence of the world!

The skirt was off the ground, and she began to run and dance, calling the wind, the rain, the moon and the stars, as light and agile as a bird.She suddenly found a pool of water, and happily stepped on the water to play, but when she looked at the soles of her feet, she stopped suddenly, and an extremely ugly face was reflected on the water surface!She raised her hands to cover her face, her trembling shoulders fell into the dust again.

Silence, after a long silence, she slowly straightened her upper body, slowly withdrew her right hand from her face, and raised it upwards, holding the mask in her hand.The face under the mask was beautiful and clear without makeup, the candlelight reflected on her face, dyed every drop of sweat with a faint red light, as if the mask had been firmly planted on her face, and she had experienced the pain of tearing her flesh. The pain was finally reborn from the blood.

— Jingle, jingle, jingle.

She danced on the spot, her dancing posture was extremely soft, and she looked at the audience with affection in her eyes, making a silent invitation.And the man finally got up and walked over, stopping in front of her.She moved slowly around the other party, in a nonchalant manner, her figure danced lower and lower, and when she turned to the front, she suddenly knelt down on one knee and raised her mask to block each other's sight.

Her hands were shaking, almost her whole body was shaking.

Compared with An Ye Shura, who was burdened with a humiliating past, was insane, and had bloody hands, she knew that she was the real "evil ghost".Back then, she never confessed to her father because she was afraid. If she had more courage, she might be able to reverse her fate and save him.

This dance was the coolest dance she ever danced, without musicians or applause.This dance is a dance she only dances for one person, a dance of remorse, a dance of redemption, a dance of asking for forgiveness, and she wants to dedicate her soul to the other person.This dance will be the last dance of her life.

The hatred has been repaid, the favor has been repaid, and Yicuige's generation of dancers is also an ordinary woman, yearning for the most ordinary happiness like all women.

All her happiness in this life is behind this mask, but the person behind the mask came to say goodbye to her.She waited for a long time, and the sweat dripped more and more, and she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.

At this moment, the other party suddenly said: "I have killed many people, I don't know when the enemy will find me."

"I'm not afraid."

"I could go crazy at any moment and could hurt you."

"I'm not afraid."

"Eat the wind and drink the dew, live without a fixed place—"

"As long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid of anything!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the mask in her hand was snatched away and thrown aside. Before she could see the other party's expression clearly, she was already being led away.

There was a horse tied outside the building, the man untied the rein, lifted her onto the horse's back with one arm, and straddled her in front of him.Kicking the stirrup, the man suddenly said softly, "Ah Zhuo has been a crybaby since he was a child."

The night wind blew Cui Zhuo's loose long hair, she hugged the man tightly, tears welled up more and more fiercely, she searched for years, and finally found herself: "Ah Zhuo will never be separated from Yanan..."

Cui Yanyan bent the corners of his mouth almost imperceptibly, pulled the reins tightly and shouted: "Drive!"

—End of "Exciting Chu"—