Immortal sword edge

The bedroom with the doors and windows closed was dim, with cold smoke curling up and mist, filled with an unknown aroma.

Tang Mu walked to the bed lightly and without making a sound, his black eyes quietly looked at the vague figure through the snow-white gauze embroidered with clouds and grass.

After a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand and lifted the thin gauze curtain.

The man in white was lying quietly on the bed, his face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, his thick black sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, he seemed to be a little unwell, which gave him a feeling of sickness and weakness in a trance.

Tang Mu leaned over, and his white fingertips lightly touched Weilong's eyebrows. He was about to touch them, but they stopped in the gap between the thin layer of veil.

A pair of black, clear eyes suddenly opened at some point, looking at him calmly.

Tang Mu was startled, and slowly curled up his outstretched fingers, and then abruptly withdrew them. He tried his best to calm his heartbeat, and said pretendingly, "You're awake."

The man didn't speak. The sickness that seemed to be hallucinatory just now completely disappeared without a trace when he opened his eyes. The whole body was cold, and even if he was lying down, he was like a sword out of its sheath. Not weak.

Tang Mu didn't care, still smiling gently, he said: "It's getting dark, let's get up and have some dinner." Then, he stretched out his arms, wanting to help him.

The man moved his body to avoid his support, then slowly supported the bed and sat up.

Following his movements, a series of ding-ding-dong-dong sounds sounded, crisp and pleasant.Under the slightly floating white clothes, the white glow was dazzling, and thin silver chains were locked on his hands and feet, which imprisoned his freedom for a living.

The man seemed to be exhausted, and it was very difficult to move. It was only a short distance from the bed to the table, definitely not more than half a foot, but when he sat down at the table, his brows were slightly raised and his forehead was floating. There was a thin layer of sweat.

There was another clattering sound, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up the rice bowl and ate slowly, without looking at the young man behind him from the beginning to the end.

Tang Mu's eyes became extremely dark in an instant, and a tyrannical emotion welled up in his chest, but he slowly calmed down when he saw the silver chain. He took an oil lamp and lit it with a torch. The dim light casts a layer of light and shadow on the small bedroom.

He lifted up the hem of his clothes, sat next to the other party, and watched him eat the food on the table bit by bit in an elegant manner. Just looking at it like this made him feel extremely satisfied.

When the man put down his chopsticks, he promptly handed over a bowl of tea, but was completely ignored by the other party. He got up, turned around and was about to leave as if there was no one around him.

No one likes to be ignored like this, not to mention he likes the people who ignore him!

"Ximen!" Tang Mu shouted, and subconsciously grabbed Ximen Chuuxue's sleeve.But he obviously forgot the other party's current situation!

It was just a little bit of strength, but the man who was always incomparably strong fell down like a weak willow branch in an instant.

Tang Mu was startled, stretched out his arms, and pulled him into his arms with a dodge.

The atmosphere was stagnant, and there was a dead silence in the bedroom.

Tang Mu hugged the person who was about to struggle tightly, his head was deeply buried in his neck, warm liquid slowly flowed out from his closed eyes, at this moment he was as fragile as a child, "Don't ignore me ..."

Don't ignore him, don't leave him, don't ignore him... He is very scared, never been so scared, there is no reflection of him in those dark eyes, no more shallow Pampering and pampering, there is no longer the kind of special tenderness that treats him...

Tang Mu is a strong person, even if he was not strong before, he must learn it during the more than ten years in the Demon Cult, otherwise he would never have survived to this day.But when facing Ximen Chuuxue, this strong man would always easily take off that tough mask, revealing his weak side, like opening a clam shell, because he is the one he likes.

That's why he didn't see the indifferent pale face and those sarcastic eyes of the person in his arms!

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Ye Gucheng was a member of the Western Demon Cult that he found in a good inn. The three old men, Han Mei, Lone Song, and Withered Bamboo, immediately became alert when they saw him.

Such a compelling sword energy is definitely not for ordinary people!

Han Mei took a step forward and said hoarsely, "Who is your Excellency?"

Ye Gucheng said coldly: "Ye Gucheng!"

"Ye Gucheng, Lord of Baiyun City?!" The three of them were shocked.

Ye Gucheng, the leader of the swords in the South China Sea, has a brilliant move of Flying Immortal from Heaven, and no one can break it!A few days ago, he was conferred by the new emperor as the emperor of a country, with tens of thousands of people under one person. Even though they lived in the Western Regions and lived in Kunlun for many years, they had heard of his reputation, and they knew that the other party was definitely a formidable enemy!

Han Mei is a proud person, able to live to their age, with such cultivation, even if the person standing opposite is the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, they will not let them lose their aura, he said: "Why did City Lord Ye come here?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Your sect master Yu Tianbao!"

Han Mei frowned, and when she was about to speak, the dead bamboo beside her pulled her sleeves. He sighed and said in a deep voice: "The leader of my sect has been killed, but I don't know if the Lord Ye came to pay homage, or something else. ?”

Ye Gucheng said coldly: "Just to see the young leader's face."

"Presumptuous!" The irritable Han Mei scolded first: "The son of a god and demon can be coveted by others at will? This is disrespect to the dead!"

"What if I insist on this?!" Ye Gucheng's right hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

As soon as this remark came out, it was tantamount to completely offending the other party. The three of Hanmei have been famous for a long time. Talk nonsense in front of them!

Even Lone Song, who had always been silent, couldn't help but sneered, and said: "The city lord speaks so loudly, I don't know if he has such a great ability!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved, and the sharp sword gleaming with cold light went straight to the opponent's throat.

Ye Gucheng drew his sword, and the two long swords collided with each other, making a crisp sound, and the bright white light flashed past.

There was another crisp sound of jingling, and the long sword snapped in response, leaving only half of the broken sword in Lone Song's hand, his face was already blue, extremely ugly!

Lone Pine was defeated, and with just one move, the opponent broke the long sword that swordsmen regard as life, and the loss was extremely tragic!

Han Mei and Dead Bamboo looked at each other, and attacked Ye Gucheng in a pincer attack from left to right.

Ye Gucheng sneered, the whole person did not retreat but advanced, the sleeves of his robe were encouraged, the right hand holding the sword was pulled and pulled, and the two long swords that were stabbing at him somehow stabbed at the opponent.

Withered Zhu's eyes widened in an instant, his old face became distorted, and he roared, "Hand!"

Han Mei has been with him for decades, and they have a tacit understanding with each other, so she immediately slapped him when she heard this.

Boom!Clap your palms!Han Mei and Withered Zhu took a few steps back, cold sweat dripping down their faces.

"Be careful!" It was Lone Pine's terrified voice, slightly distorted by excessive force.

Without his reminding, Han Mei also felt it, it was a shocking sword energy!A chilling killing intent!

But he couldn't dodge it anymore, the long and narrow silver blade pierced into his chest in an elegant posture, piercing a hole there, and the warm blood gushed out like money, he could even feel it clearly To the icy cold temperature when the long sword passes through the heart.

Then, he closed his eyes and never woke up again.

"Ahhh!" Lone Song roared angrily, holding a broken sword and rushing towards Ye Gucheng, it was a completely desperate way of fighting.

A hand knife fell, and Dry Zhu picked up the fainted Lone Pine and jumped out of the window, not even caring about Han Mei's body on the ground.

The smell of blood filled the house.

Ye Gucheng didn't chase after him, and he didn't come here to kill people.

He found Yu Tianbao's body in the backyard of the inn. When the dark and cold coffin was opened, a special smell that only the dead could have came over his face.

Ye Gucheng's brows were tightly frowned. He has a cleanliness addiction, and it is very serious. If it was normal, he would have been far away. A corpse that has been dead for several days would be dirty even at a glance.

But now he not only wants to look at it, but also looks at it carefully, and even touches it with his hands. This is undoubtedly more uncomfortable than cutting him with a knife, but he has to do it!

Fortunately, it was not summer and the weather was getting colder, so the corpses that had been dead for a few days had not started to decompose.

He held his breath and almost suppressed his nausea before he finished examining the corpse.He was about the same height, neither fat nor thin, almost the same as Tang Mu. He was not sure whether the person lying in the coffin was actually Tang Mu.

If so, Ximen Chuuxue will be sad when he finds out!

For some reason, he suddenly thought of this, and almost at the moment he had this thought, he laughed at himself again, when did he become the seed of infatuation?As long as the person you like is happy?It's ridiculous!

Turning over the corpse in the coffin again, he pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered Sikong Zaixing's unbelievable disguise technique, so he stretched out his hand towards the temple of the dead man.

The thin human skin mask peeled off from the corpse's face, revealing a face that was so ordinary that people could forget it at a glance.

Ye Gucheng breathed a sigh of relief, then, with sharp eyes, he shouted in a deep voice, "Who!"

The white figure jumped up, and in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared in place.

The wind is rustling, and the wilderness is empty and barren.

He gripped the long sword tightly, turned and left.

No matter who was peeping in the dark just now, he didn't have the patience to figure it out now, the only thing he wanted to do now was to take a hot bath to wash away the bad smell from his body!