[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The person he loves is the moon in the sky, which Kalubi knew from the beginning.

Even in the old carriage, that person still has a pair of eyes that make the world feel sad.

Thinking of this, Kalubi tightened his grip on the scimitar, and when he saw the bright crabapple in his hand, there was a soft smile on his face.

The face of the man in the black cloak was wrapped in the hood, and the gray hair slid down his jaw, revealing the pale majesty in his eyes.

No one would have imagined that this man who would buy candied haws for his wife at the stall in Chang'an City every evening, and who would soften as soon as he mentioned his wife's face would be the Mingjiao Yedi who killed countless people.

People always have enemies in the rivers and lakes, and so does Kalubi.Back then when he was hiding in the dark, he didn't know how many people were killed under that fire of grief.

He is a killer in the desert who makes people shy when he mentions his name, but now he lives in seclusion in this small courtyard with peace of mind.

"Well, did you hear about that?"

In the tea shed, two people discussed cautiously.

"You mean the eighteen blood corpses in the outskirts of the city the day before yesterday?"

The man with slanted eyes glanced around, and his tone became softer again.

The person next to him nodded and sighed after a long time: "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, those people are still too arrogant."

His tone is sobbing, and the man's heart is also sad:

"No matter how you say it, Emperor Ye is one of the Dharma kings of Mingjiao. How could he be so easily surrendered?"

After the Anshi Rebellion, all major sects in the Central Plains recalled their disciples one after another to recuperate.The rivers and lakes seemed to have calmed down, but the calm did not last long.

There is never a shortage of disputes in the martial arts.

And this calamity originated from the world-famous fire of grief and evil.

I don't know where the news came out: Emperor Ye, who hadn't returned to Mingjiao for a long time, had regressed in martial arts, so he had to hide his name incognito.

It is not yet known whether the news is true or not, but some people in the arena have already begun to move around.

"The sharp blade of the magic weapon, those who can get it!"

This sentence almost touched everyone's mind, and within one night, the spearhead was aimed at the mysterious Yedi.

When the first person committed suicide, Kalubi knew that from then on, such days would never stop-until death.

There has never been a saying in the arena that one should retire after success, only kill or be killed.

The fallen leaves in the courtyard are quiet, and the rustling wind blows a piece of crabapple from the branches.

The man's wood-carving hand paused.

Those people have pushed open the courtyard door.

Ever since Yedi's whereabouts were leaked, wave after wave of people came to visit the courtyard.

The masked man in black held a sword in his hand, and the 20 people moved slightly. This small place has been sealed off.

"Get out."

Kalubi gently brushed the debris off the wood carving without even lifting his head.

Everyone could only see the scratches on the man's hand. It was not the hand of a swordsman, but more like a carpenter.

"Ye Di actually has today."

The masked man sneered.

He really came to seek revenge. Back then, Kalubi was the dark blade of the Ming religion, and the people he killed in private, no matter the righteous or the evil, were unknown.Since he escaped by chance, he swore that sooner or later he would trample the man with the mocking eyes under his feet.

Now is the best opportunity.

An hour ago, a disciple of the Tang Sect also came to this small courtyard. For three consecutive days, this person was already exhausted.

Thinking of this, the man became more murderous.

"I can allow you to leave a last word."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the 20 people immediately moved.

After the last word was engraved, Kalubi finally raised his head slowly: "I said: get out."

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The foreigner's tone was jerky but bitingly cold. It was clearly late spring and for some reason it made people feel like falling into an ice cave.

The masked man sneered and took the lead. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Begonias in the courtyard poured down and shattered, and the flowering branches fell far away.

Before the smile on his face spread, he stopped because he saw a face.

The man hidden under the cloak had a pale and cold face, like a faint and unquenchable sword fire, and the pupils were scorched by cold flames.

It was a pair of eyes without any emotion, and the person he was looking at was also a dead person.

"Who told you to touch her."

Who is she?

Before the masked man had time to think, the knife that seemed to be shining like a will-o'-the-wisp had already arrived in front of the masked man.

That knife was even faster than before!

The man gritted his teeth and received the knife, blood gradually oozes from the seven orifices.At the same time, the sword array set up in the courtyard was also activated, twenty people attacked from different directions, and even superhuman beings couldn't avoid it.

The alien raised his eyes lightly, but he didn't hide.

The masked man's pupils shrank slightly but he was speechless, because the blade had already scratched his neck, and his head with open eyes rolled on the ground.

"You shouldn't have touched her."

There was blood on Kalubi's face, and the darker the black cloak was, it was his blood too.

The foreigner with pale lips lowered his eyes slightly, shaking off the broken sword on his body.

No one dared to make a second sword anymore.

The man in black looked at each other with an ugly face, and retreated while clutching his wound.

The courtyard fell silent again.

Kalubi's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared blankly at the broken flower branches on the ground.

The wind blew away the bloody smell in the courtyard, and the pale-faced foreigner gently held up the withered crabapple flower. His hands were full of knife marks, and it was shocking to look at them one by one.

The man coughed lightly, the blood from the corner of his lips dripped on the crabapple flower, and he wiped it away carefully.

"skirt."

He only called out this sound, and then paused.

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The girl who smiled like the moon is gone.

The blood-stained foreigner paused with his fingertips, and replanted the withered crabapple in the courtyard. His movements were gentle, as if he was treating a treasure.

That's something she likes.

Her wife left without saying goodbye when she was seriously injured, time and time again, and he could only wait for her here, at least guarding the place where she used to live.

The foreigner's eyes were soft, as if he remembered the brightly lit night flower festival, the girl in white shirt stood in the crowd and said to him:

"May I be like the star king like the moon, and the night and night flow bright and clean."

Her eyes were curved, like the brightest moonlight on the Gedoran Desert. Since then, he has never seen such a beautiful moonlight.

"You are the moon, I am the star."

The man with a cold face also smiled and said word by word.

"What if the moon and stars are scarce?"

"Then the moon and the stars are scarce."

【End of the book】