[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

The moon is sinking in the west.

When Hou Xibai came back, the candles in the house were still on. She has always been timid, and she always needs someone beside her to feel at ease when she sleeps.

When the man saw the beauty curled up quietly on the couch, his heart softened.

Hou Xibai sighed, stretched out his hand to slightly wrap his arms around the frail and slender body, his satin-like black hair was slightly scattered on the man's slightly callused hands, Wu Qun's body trembled slightly, but he heard the person behind him softly say: "Don't be afraid." ,it's me."

The boy in white patted her on the back comfortingly, repeating it over and over again.

His voice was gentle, as if coaxing a child, Wu Qun's slightly frowning brows finally relaxed, and she quietly leaned against the man's arms.

She was already fast asleep, Xu Shi was no longer frightened, even the corners of her lips were slightly curved.

The flickering candlelight reflected the soft eyebrows and eyes, which were amazingly beautiful.

Hou Xibai's patted hands slowly stopped.

He looked at the beauty in his arms, and suddenly remembered Shi Shi's words a few days ago, his eyes sank.

The wind and rain are coming, I don't know how long this tranquility can last.

Xie Wang is both the Huajian School and the Butian Pavilion. The world only knows that he is the descendant of the Huajian School, but they don't know that there is another person in the dark.

One light and one dark, but there is only one person who can inherit the clothes of the evil king.

The Huajian School's kung fu method lies in being extremely emotional and forgetting about emotion. Shi Zhixuan fell in love ten years ago, but he hasn't come out yet.He hoped that his disciple could quickly break through the love barrier, so he chose Shi Feixuan for him.

Shi Zhixuan understands Hou Xibai's heart, he naturally knows that Cihang Jingzhai's fairy energy can only give a man a temporary heartbeat, and after the veil is lifted, it is most conducive to breaking out of love.

All of this is going well, no one in the world knows that Young Master Amorous is interested in Master Fairy Cihang Jingzhai.

But everything happened a month ago.

One month ago, Hou Xibai redeemed the body of a brothel girl with ten thousand taels of gold in the drunk spring building in Bashu.

Since then, he has disappeared in the rivers and lakes.

If a man is attracted to a woman, he naturally wishes to go back to the countryside with her.

Shi Zhixuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were unpredictable.

He gave Hou Xibai a test: Find the person in the dark and kill him within three months.

What Hou Xibai didn't know was that he also gave Yang Xuyan a test: kill Hou Xibai and the people in the house within three months.

Tomorrow the test will begin.

The man stood in the bamboo forest with his hands behind his back, slightly curling the corners of his lips.

It's almost dawn.

Hou Xibai looked at the woman in his arms quietly with complicated eyes.

The dark man's target is him, if he stays in the hut, he will definitely cause trouble for her, he knows she always likes to be quiet.Apart from him, even Master Shi doesn't know about this hut, so it's safer than following him.

The young man in white paused with his fingertips, gently twisted the quilt for her, and slowly disappeared into the mist.

When Wu Qun woke up, the rooster was already crowing.

The sky was cloudy, and I don't know when it started to rain, and the window casement was open and ticking.

She stepped on the white blanket with bare feet and was about to get off the ground, but unexpectedly saw a hairpin inlaid with magnolias on the couch.

The jade color of the hairpin is transparent, but it is elegant and unique.

Wu Qun slightly raised the corners of her lips, already knowing in her heart that last night was not an illusion.

The man did come back.

Hou Xibai asked Lu Miaozi to make the Mulan jade hairpin specially. There are thirteen poisonous needles hidden in the hidden part of the hairpin, which will be shot out automatically as long as you feel the inner strength.

He always wanted to be more appropriate to her.

If it wasn't for fear of people in the dark noticing the hut, she wouldn't have left her here alone.

Hou Xibai has already left.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Wu Qun frowned, and only inserted the jade hairpin obliquely on the temple.

She has never combed her hair, and she still had that Taoist priest on her mind, but now she doesn't know who else is.

She looked in the mirror for a while, lowering her eyes slightly.

It rained heavily in the morning, but by noon it had softened, gurgling down like filaments.

Wu Qun opened the window and looked at the misty sky with her hands outstretched.

She looked at it and thought of the high jade-tiled walls and the peach blossom garden of the Sui Palace.

Can't help being a little boring.

The breeze blows the peach blossoms onto the snow-colored wrists, like rouge.

The beauty in Tsing Yi quietly rested her eyes on her sleeves, feeling the coolness on her wrists, and suddenly ran out of the door with bare feet.

The rain was still falling softly, and the pink petals hit the soil very beautifully.

Wu Qun ran to the swing in the courtyard and stopped.

Regardless of the wetness on the jade board, she sat on it and gently shook her snow wrist.

She grasped the rope with both hands, but felt that there were suddenly more hands on her back.

It is also powerful with a thin cocoon.

The scalding heat sticks tightly to the green faille, making the apex of the heart itchy.

When she saw the corner of the shirt, she knew it was the man in the yard yesterday.

"Is it that tall?"

Song Que gently pushed the swing and asked, his voice was deep and low, and the snowy skin was stained pink when he slid past his ear.

Wu Qun shook her head, but her hand holding the rope tightened.

"Higher."

She was a little scared, but for some reason she insisted on being brave.

The man in Ceyi chuckled lightly, then withdrew his hand suddenly.

The swing was swinging so high that it almost reached outside the courtyard wall.

With her eyes closed, Wu Qun's throat was astringent, and her knuckles were a little white.

Suddenly someone sighed beside her ear, and when Wu Qun opened her eyes, she fell into a warm embrace.

Song Que hugged her and said calmly, "You don't have to guard against me."

His tone was slightly self-deprecating, but the hands around her waist were gentle.

Wu Qun slightly lowered her eyes and remained silent.

The little girl in the pink dress and peach bun back then has become a rare beauty in the world. No one knows how she spent the past ten years living outside.

Song Que gently pushed the swing for her.

Neither of the two spoke anymore.

The rain was still falling quietly, slowly sliding down the man's clothes.

Wu Qun felt the melting warmth coming from her waist, and turned her head slightly.

Song Que didn't care, just asked in a low voice:

"Are you cured?"

Wu Qun reached out and placed her hand on her heart with a dazed expression.

She nodded and shook her head.

After a long time, he said: "Xie Bo is dead."

Song Que's hand that was pushing the swing paused, the palm was stained with blood.

Wu Qun still lowered her eyes: "Xie Bo is dead, he died in order to treat me."

Her tone was light, a little melancholy for no reason.

Song Que laughed lightly, feeling a little sad in his heart.

There is only one person in this world who can make him like this, but that person is the most ruthless person in the world.

He should have known it when he first met her.

Song Que's hand holding Wu Qun's waist tightened suddenly, and sighed in a low voice:

"Ten years, Yang Jian died, Xie Bo died."

"But do you know how the living people came here?"

He looked at her word by word: "Do you know how I got here?"

The hands around the waist were tightly clenched, almost burning people into ashes through the mist of the blue shirt.

Wu Qun bit her lip lightly and lowered her head.

She is really beautiful.

All men in this world are willing to stop for her, even if there are ice blades hidden under those trembling long eyelashes.

One knife at a time scratches people's hearts.

Song Que met three people in this room.

Hou Xibai who hid her here, and Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling who followed him.

She was very gentle towards them, but she started to be wary of Song Que.

How good.

The man leaned over slightly, unable to see the expression in his eyes clearly.

The person in his arms is very weak, his slender waist can be broken with one hand.Song Que sneered, blood dripping from his fingertips along the rain.

His kiss was very gentle, but it seemed to be lingering to death.

It rained harder and harder.

Wu Qun's long eyelashes trembled and finally opened her eyes, with a smile in her eyes.

It's as bright as autumn water.

She looked at the frantically dressed man and asked softly:

"Song Que, why are you waiting for me?"

That is the innocent and ruthless little princess on the Shocking Stage.

He waited for her for ten years, and to save her, he abandoned the Song Clan to help Yang Guang rebel, fought against the Demon Sect, and even killed Fu Cailin's disciple to snatch the formula of longevity.

He knew that she was afraid of pain, so he tried his best to find out the location of the formula of longevity, and only hoped that the effect of regenerating the magic book would make her feel better.

He knew she would come back, even if it kept him waiting.

But she asked him: 'Why wait for her? '

The man laughed in a low voice, how could Song Que be like this!

It was rainy and foggy, and the sound of footsteps outside the courtyard was faintly hidden by the wall.

Hou Xibai has already left.

The murderer must come too.

The Shadow Assassin didn't come in person, because the courtyard was just a weak woman who didn't know martial arts.

There are ten killers in Butian Pavilion.

The wind blows the peach blossoms down slightly and is buried in the wet mud.

Song Que turned around slowly.

His knife has moved.

It was a very sharp knife, and the flash of the knife light was desolate.

There seemed to be lightning and thunder in the sky.

Wu Qun watched quietly until the blood flowed like a river under the knife.

She knew what she was doing, she was driving Song Que into a demon.

She wants the sharpest knife in his hand.

The last man has fallen.

Song Quece's clothes were stained with blood, and his untied hair slanted down in front of his forehead, as reckless and wild as he was when he was young.

He stood in the rain for a long time.

Let the raindrops wash away the blood on his face, and slowly cover up the darkness in his eyes.

Wu Qun sat quietly on the swing.

Her dress was wet, and the Qingluo brocade was slightly stained with mud.

The bare snow feet were curled up by the rain, green and seductive.

She looked at him like that, her eyes were as soft as water.

"You are hurt."

The beauty slowly got off the swing, and walked towards him barefoot in the dirt.

She held his hands and examined him carefully, her slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes were tender and affectionate.

There is a scratch on the palm.

It was a very deep scar, severed along with the palm lines.

This was cut by Song Que himself.

"Does it hurt?"

Wu Qun looked at him quietly, then suddenly lowered her head and gently licked the wound.

The cloud temples were slightly scattered around the palm, itching for no reason.

Song Que's eyes gradually darkened, and he looked down at the beauty in front of him.

The raindrops fell on the snow-white face, like a hibiscus slowly unfolding.

She is still the same as when we first met, but Song Que has not had more than ten years.

Wu Qun blinked lightly and heard a sigh:

"Little dumb, come back to Lingnan with me."

The rain is getting heavier.

Wu Qun stared at the frantically dressed man in front of her.

When she first saw him, she thought he was charming and prettier than ordinary people, but later she realized that the more careless people in this world, the more affectionate they are.

She looked at Song Que and bent her lips: "I will kill you."

Her smile is innocent and soft, and she has deceived countless people, but this sentence is rarely sincere.

Song Que chuckled, and handed her the knife dripping with blood: "I'd rather be killed by you than wait another ten years alone."