[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The sky is bright and the rain has dispersed.

Ye Gucheng looked at the official document in his hand, slightly lost in thought.

"What is the mayor thinking?"

Suddenly, a voice asked faintly.

Lu Xiaofeng was lazily sitting on the recliner drinking wine, his eyes dim.

Ye Gucheng frowned: "You all seem to like drinking."

What he said was sudden, but Lu Xiaofeng understood.

With a wry smile, he said, "City Lord, have you ever heard that wine can soothe your worries?"

He had already swallowed strong wine, and he squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the clouds in the sky.

Ye Gucheng's writing hand paused: "It's just deceiving yourself."

He didn't know whether he was talking about Lu Xiaofeng or himself.

Lu Xiaofeng took a sip of wine abruptly.

He has stopped talking.

The air is quiet, only the sound of flowers and leaves falling can be heard.

Ye Gucheng slowly put away the envelope in his hand: "You don't want to see her?"

he asked suddenly.

These words were like sharp blades, and the man in Tsing Yi who was holding the wine jar moved his fingertips slightly, but finally smiled wryly: "I shouldn't see her."

Since she had already left with Ximen Chuuxue, he naturally shouldn't see her again.

Thinking of this, he laughed and raised his head and drank.

Hehui swordsman rubbed the sword in his hand slightly, looking at the sky outside the door with uncertain eyes.

"One sword to the west, flying immortals outside the sky."

"I also want to know which sword is faster."

His tone was cold, Lu Xiaofeng had finished his wine, he sighed: "The sword of the city lord and Ximen are both killing swords."

Ye Gucheng nodded slightly, and said lightly:

"Since a sword is released, there will be death but no life."

"Without exception?"

The prodigal son in Tsing Yi asked.

Ye Gucheng said nothing, just looked at the cold blade in his hand, his eyes were a little lonely.

Lu Xiaofeng already understood.

The corners of his lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say a word.

He also has obstacles in his heart, so naturally he can't persuade others.

In the pharmacy:

It was already daybreak, but the door was still closed.

The drug boy pasted a note on the door, took the gold and left quickly.

The snow-clothed beauty leaned on the slum.

Her complexion was a little pale, but her eyes were shining and moving.The black hair reflects the red lips, which is lively and fragrant.

Wu Qun coughed lightly, and reached out to take the medicine bowl.

The temperature of the medicine was just right, she lowered her eyebrows slightly, and drank it in one gulp.

Ximen Chuixue looked at Jian faintly, but he didn't seem to look at her.

The red silk on the hilt stabs people.

Quietly in the pharmacy.

Wu Qun quietly looked out the window.

The rain has stopped today, and the water in the courtyard melts away.

The dewdrops dripped slowly from the flowers and leaves on the tree covered with wet mist.

"Master."

She cried softly.

Ximen Chuuxue paused for a moment with his hand rubbing against the hilt of his sword.

But I heard the beauty ask: "Why did Master save me?"

Her voice was soft, with some doubts and some malice:

"Obviously I lied to you."

The white-clothed swordsman's eyes were indifferent, and it took a long time before he said coldly: "I taught you all your swordsmanship, even if it is useless, I should do it myself."

He was sitting on the side holding a sword and carving.

The sawdust fell to the ground, and only half of the face of the figure was exposed.

Smoky eyebrows and handsome eyes, tactful and ruthless.

His hands are steady and dexterous.

A swordsman's hand is always fascinating at this time.

The afternoon sun is just right, and it is scattered on the casement of the window.

It flows into the pharmacy along the gap, reflecting the obscurity and beauty in front of the court.

A long time has passed.

Wu Qun narrowed her eyes slightly to cover the glimmer of fingertips.

She looked at her hands, which were white and tender, but suddenly chuckled.

"Who are you waiting for?"

Ximen Chuuxue has carved nearly half of it.

"The only one who can hurt you now is Jade Rakshasa."

He said suddenly.

The words were inexplicable, but Wu Qun understood: "Master wants to avenge me?"

She spoke with a smile and looked at him cheerfully.

The swordsman's eyebrows were very cold, and his jaw was as ruthless as if carved by an axe.But he suddenly smiled.

"I said, only I can hurt you."

Wu Qun lowered her eyebrows slightly.

She did not speak again.

Because the person Ximen Chuuxue was waiting for had already arrived.

Stepping on fallen leaves in black boots, he walked slowly into the yard, and the brocade robe shone coldly under the light.

Yu Luocha looked at the white-clothed swordsman in the room with strange eyes: "You knew I would come here?"

His voice was also very cold, with a hint of murderous intent.

This pharmacy is one of the strongholds of the Western Demon Cult. It has been hidden for many years and has not been revealed. Even the newly recruited drug boy does not know that the gentleman in this pharmacy is a member of the Demon Cult.

Ximen Fuxue stood up slowly:

"I said I would kill you."

If a person wanted to kill someone, he would definitely investigate more, let alone that person was Ximen Chuuxue.

Yu Luocha clapped her hands and laughed loudly: "Very good."

"You killed so many talented people from my Demon Sect, so it's time to forget about it now."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes instantly turned cold.

The black brocade robe moved without wind.

Wu Qun squinted slightly and leaned against the window to watch.

She has entered the path of ruthlessness, and her swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds, but she is still no match for Yu Luocha in a single fight.The skill of the leader of the Western Demon Cult is the best she has ever seen in her life.

She twitched the corners of her lips slightly thinking of this: she just didn't know if the sword Xilai after being enchanted was better.

Jade Rakshasa has already moved.

Opposite him is a swordsman, and the best way to deal with a swordsman is to strike first.

36 Rakshasa is full of joy and anger, and his moves are fatal.

Wu Qun naturally knew that there were two of them, but she didn't speak, just watched quietly.

Ximen Chuuxue slightly closed his eyes.

He held a sword in his hand, but it seemed that he didn't have a sword.

When the palm wind hit, he finally moved.

That was a very common sword.

But it is this sword that few people in the world can use.

Even though Wu Qun also learned from Ximen Chuixue, the sword intent is still somewhat different.

Her sword is gorgeous and cold, but Ximen Chuuxue's sword is straight and cold.That was a sword in the first place, and there was no need for too much modification.

With a sword coming to the west, Wanmei is frosty.

That is a sword that has no turning back. It can only live, not die.

The warm sun melts into the rain.

The pear tree is slowly dripping dew.

It might not be dewdrops, but blood, which slid down the chin along the branches.

There were already many bloodstains on Yu Luocha's face, and his eyes finally became serious.

All the 36 Rakshasa returned to one person.

"You are very good."

"It's a pity that it's only for a while."

He licked the corner of his lips.

Once a swordsman is enchanted, his skills will increase greatly in a short time.But that inner demon was exhausted with all his heart and blood, and his internal strength would be exhausted every day if he could not be broken. In the end, he would go off and die in the end.

Ximen Chuuxue has been enchanted for a long time.

He looked at the blood beads on Jian Ren indifferently: "It's enough to kill you for a while."

"If you hurt her arm, I will break your whole body."

His sword has risen.

The vast sky seems to be moving with wind and thunder, and that sword cannot be avoided.

Yu Luocha sighed: "You won today."

That sword had pierced Luo Sha's heart, and the black robe was blown by the wind, and suddenly turned into black mist and slowly dissipated.

He gave up half of his face and was seriously injured.

But he smiled and said: "The owner of the villa is afraid that he will not be able to defeat the demons."

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

The leaves on the branch slowly shed blood drops, seeping into the wet and soft soil.

The swordsman in white looked slightly cold.

"What is this sword called?"

Suddenly I heard a soft voice asking.

Wu Qun lowered her eyebrows slightly, and the silhouette under her long eyelashes opened and closed like a small fan.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the wood carving in his hand with lonely eyes.

"Life and death parting."

He said word by word.

This sword can only be used by those who are extremely affectionate.

After being ruthless, there is affection.

The snow-clothed beauty smiled softly: "Master likes to ask for it but can't get it, or"

"—Life and death?"

She stepped on the blood-stained fallen flowers with her bare feet, and walked slowly step by step.

The vermilion danko is amazingly gorgeous under the whitish pear blossoms.

Ximen Chuuxue's face was pale.

Let that beauty get close.

It wasn't until the man imprinted rouge on his slightly rolling Adam's apple that his eyes became darker.

"You're getting hot."

He said hoarsely.

Wu Qun slightly hooked the corners of her lips: "Master took revenge for me, so naturally I have to thank Master."

The movement of her eyes is truly breathtaking.

No man can resist such a look.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly remembered the manuscript from that rainy night.

Slightly sneered: "Is this how you repay all men?"

What he said was sharp.

But the beauty sighed lightly: "What if I said there is only Master?"

Her tone seemed to be true and false, but it pierced the man's heart like a soft knife.

The swordsman in white looked down.

The hand around the beauty's waist suddenly tightened: "If you lie to me again, I will kill you."

He looked at those charming eyes, but suddenly smiled.

That smile was very cold, and the killing intent in it was also very cold.

Wu Qun slowly lowered her eyebrows.

On the treetop not far away, a gentleman in white clothes slightly shook his folding fan:

"Ah Qun, you are playing with fire~"

Gong Jiu hooked the corners of his lips, his eyes full of interest.

The swordsman's enchantment is a rare sight in the rivers and lakes.

When he thought of Ye Gucheng in the city lord's mansion, he smiled even more.

It was late at night.

Ye Gucheng did not fall asleep.

Putting on his feathers, he walked slowly from the study to the courtyard.When passing by the old vine tree, he suddenly paused.

There was no one on the tree, Ye Gucheng lowered his eyes slightly.

"You have to be ruthless to be merciful first."

"Does the city lord know the lovesickness in this?"

The Hehui swordsman tightened his grip on the sword.

"Are you in love?"

Ye Gucheng's eyes were heavy, which made people unable to see through his emotions.

On the roof with high eaves, the man in green robe was drinking wine with his head raised.

There are already many empty altars around him, but he continues to drink.

Lu Xiaofeng only felt slightly better when the strong wine flowed into his lungs and made his throat hurt from choking.

People in the rivers and lakes probably never imagined that the prodigal son who played around in the world would have such a day.

But he was happy with it.

Seeing the white figure under the tree, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but smile wryly: "Ah Qun, what on earth are you going to do?"