Cat and Mouse Short Stories

sleep, the rivers and lakes are restless all day. "

Thousand Feather Formation, once caught, ten thousand arrows will be fired.There are copper walls on the outside to break the circuit, and iron nets are built on the inside to trap them. There is no dead body under the formation.

The man put down the teacup in his hand and left the hall without hesitation.

In an instant, the porcelain teacup shattered inch by inch, and the hot tea spilled all over the floor.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the night of seizing souls.

The man held the sword in both hands, as if he was out of the matter.Gently stroking the bland scabbard with his fingers, the long sword inside throbbed slightly.On the eaves, among the trees, behind the doorposts, under the soil... hold your breath and hold your breath, just waiting for the demon to throw himself into the net.

The night wind howled and swept the ground three feet, and all horses were silent.The breath brought by the cold wind actually made the movements of the man's hands slightly stagnant.

A sword volleyed in the air, the snow light was sharp.With just one sword strike, blood spattered five steps, and took the lives of two people on the east side of the roof.The east is the tree, and the year and the stars guard each other, which is the source of the endless rotation of the Qianyu formation.Black night clothes, thin body like a lone wolf on the cliff, a mask is bright and silver, and the brilliance is shining.

The mask is inlaid with two inch-long tusks, a buffalo nose, and copper bell eyes.

demon face.

"Today, you are bound to come and go!" After the sentence was finished, the sound echoed endlessly.I can't tell the source, it's like a soul bell that reminds me of my life, and it keeps going up and down. "There is no return." "There is no return!" "There is no return--"

The black night clothes merged with the night, and the only silver face shone like a bright moon in the nine heavens, floating abruptly in the void.There was a cold snort behind the mask, but the voice was not real through the mask, but it was completely cold and stern. "Yun Ting's crime is unforgivable, and anyone who dares to protect him will be killed."

Sins are unforgivable, right and wrong in the arena, how can it be easy to tell the difference.The hand of the man in the blue shirt barely stopped holding his sword, and he raised his eyes to look around, unfathomable.

In the dark, the light and shadow of the arrow flickering under these words.Yun Mu resolutely shouted: "Do it!" Qian Yuzhen, start.

Booming, the mud collapsed, and the torches flew everywhere.There were shouts of killing one after another, and the sword was unsheathed with a clang.

The demon face remained motionless, only looking at all this with cold eyes.Suddenly, the blade of the sword stood horizontally in front of the chest, with a star on the left side, the long sword flashed suddenly.This gesture of drawing the sword was actually the long-lost Liuyun Sword Art.Flowing clouds are flying, light and fast, fatal with one blow.When the sword is out of its sheath, the point of the sword point is the target.

At this moment, the sparkling sword light was pointing at the place where the man in the blue shirt was.

Array eyes.

The most critical point is also the most dangerous place in the Thousand Feathers Formation.Qi Shan taught the four great protectors to lurk in the five elements, and this array of eyes became bait, only waiting for the prey to enter the eyes.The man who was shrouded in the sky full of sword light didn't seem to notice it, his fingers slid on the scabbard, and finally landed on the hilt of the sword, froze.

"Hero Mao, the life of the child is in your hands," he said in a low voice, tears streaming down his face.

"Whatever is lacking in a hero, as long as Qi Shanjiao can do it, I will give it all." He did not hesitate to spend money and lure a lot of money.

"It is rumored that the monster is ruthless, and the hero must not show mercy at that time." If you want to commit a crime, there is no excuse.

There was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, gentle and cold.Eight beams of eyes that were about to move were shot straight from all directions, and when the demon face confronted the man with all its strength, he shot him dead with secret tricks one after another.Qian Yuzhen has never cared about the means, only cares about the ending.If the yin and yang are reversed, the gossip conceives the four images, and the four images give birth to Liangyi.

Flowing cloud and a sword actually changed the Qiqi 49 style.The connection between reality and reality is fickle, and the silver dangling mask floats like a will-o'-the-wisp.The wrist of the left hand is turned round and round, in contrast, the right hand is only vacantly hanging to the side.

With a buzzing sound, like a dragon coming out of an abyss, Wu Chengcheng's sword suddenly flashed.The man made a move.

The back road is blocked, the front meets a strong enemy, and the four sides ambush.Entering the game is a dead game.

Yaomian's sword has exerted [-]% of its strength, and its moves are old-fashioned, leaving no way out.The man stands firmly on the lower body, and the inner strength is gathered from the lower pubic region, making Ping Ping's sword powerful.The blades of the two swords are getting closer and closer, either the fish will die or the net will be broken.

"put."

With an order, the arrows fell down one after another.

The accident happened suddenly.

There is not an inch between the two sword blades, one black and one white. They are so close to the body, they pass by each other again, and swipe towards the four corners of the formation like a swan.

Under the Liuyun sword, Suzaku, who was caught off guard, was blocked by a sword.The man's sword passed, directly piercing into the heart of Qinglong Guardian.Qi Shan taught the two great protectors, and they died immediately.

In the northwest corner, Pingshatang, this is the hiding place of the man Yun Mu's son Yun Ting.The demon face won the blow and didn't stay any longer, it just tore open the opening and headed towards the northwest corner.No one survived where the sword passed, and blood flowed like a river.

With three points on the toes, the man split the barbed copper net with a sword, just right to help the demon face break out.Then he turned around and swung his sword, the blade slanted, blocking the second protector of Baihu Xuanwu.

Yun Mu's eyes were red and unable to speak, he swung a pair of sledgehammers and threw them at the man.The man didn't dodge or dodge, he just waited for the sledgehammer to dodge to the side and managed to dodge.He spoke in an indifferent and warm voice, "Yun Ting, there is no pardonable crime."

"You actually listened to the words of that monstrous and charred creature?"

"No," the man's sword flicked and hit the White Tiger's Tianfu acupoint with the hilt, "he is not a monster who burns life into charcoal."

Yun Mu laughed loudly, "Everyone in the rivers and lakes will be punished if they get it, and there is a reward list of gold ten thousand taels for a head. If it is not a wicked evildoer, what is it?"

"I believe him, that's enough." The man's sword slowed down, the tip of the sword was held by Xuanwu's neck, and he only touched Lingxu with the blade.One person, one sword, looking through the pavilions and chasing in the direction where the demon face disappeared.

"Could it be that, in your eyes, the whole world is wrong?"

He has always disdained the way of being good at dancing with long sleeves.

"In Pingsha Hall, it's a dead end."

The man suddenly looked sideways, and raised his sword, like a demon on his body, his killing ring was wide open.

Gulu Gulu, the human head rolled along the scorched land.The man took a closer look, and it was Yun Ting, the young master of the Qi Shan sect, with his eyes wide open.With a bang, the thick ancient sword fell to the ground and pierced three inches into the mud.

The rooster crows to announce the dawn, and the east turns white.

The demon face held the door frame with one hand and leaned against the grille.

Without changing his mind, his figure fell first.The man stretched out his hand to support the body of the demon face, and asked: "Is...is it okay?" His hands were warm, and when he calmed down, he found that his hands were already covered with blood.But it turned out that the demon-faced black night clothes had been soaked in blood.

Weakness raised his hand to push the man, and the demon face limped into the inner hall, his voice was hoarse due to lack of strength, "keep outside, I have to change clothes."

When the demon face came out again, the mask had been taken off, and a piece of human skin was pasted on.Wearing a green shirt, if you throw it in the crowd, you will never find it again.Seeing the man stubbornly blocking the middle of the door, the demon face sneered softly, "I don't know you."

A jade word stuck in the throat.

I don't know how this demon face escaped from the inevitable death situation of Pingshatang, but his figure was trembling and he staggered, and he was seriously injured in the end. □□Not delicate, close to the face to cover up all the emotions.When passing by the man, the man came to his senses and grabbed the demon face's wrist.

"You take your Yangguan Road, and I take my single-plank bridge. If I don't come to recruit you, don't you come to provoke me."

Do not let go.

"There are so many beauties in the world, why should a hero be entangled with a monster like me?"

Do not let go.

The demon face was furious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "He's a hero anyway, how can he stalk like a rascal."

The man let go.

When the wrist regained its freedom of movement, the demon face smiled, slightly bitter.

"It's not a stalker," the man followed one foot behind the demon face, and said in a low voice: "It's like a shadow. I just follow, wherever you go, I will go. It's like... I owe you all these years of."

With a cold snort, Yaomian turned his head onto a pony without looking back, "In that case, you can do as you please."

Fenghua (2)

On the first night, the demon face tied the horse and walked into the Ningxiang courtyard.

The man stared blankly at the monster's face and back, and the light night breeze made the loose robe that didn't fit him leisurely.

The fragrance of rouge and gouache stretched for several miles, Yingying Yanyan laughed and talked one after another, and the demon face figure was quickly annihilated in the Yinghong, willow and green.Condensed, fragrant, gentle and lingering hometown.The man glanced lightly at the mahogany plaque decorated with colorful peonies, and raised his hand to stroke his jaw.

The monster who entered the hall remained silent, and threw out a glistening silver tael with a wave of his sleeve, and was immediately surrounded by Jiaoniang and good girls.The embroidered silk silk touched the indifferent face of the demon face one after another, but he only whispered to the old bustard, and then walked upstairs with a timid and beautiful woman.

The corridor turns three times.Yaomian stopped at the third turn and looked downstairs sideways.

As soon as the man in the blue shirt entered, he was circled in the center by those women who were surrounded by stars.She didn't dodge, just let her slender fingers tease her hair, and the fragrance of blue breath sprayed down her ears.With a sideways gaze, it happened to fall on Yaomian.

The demon face who was originally leaning on the railing was silent, and the pale fingers pressed on the railing were stained a little red.He turned around and called the woman to go upstairs.

Deep dew at night.

There is a knock on the door, and the custom is for a woman to bring a wooden bucket of warm water inside.The demon face was staring at the right hand whose breath was not working well, and only said suddenly, come in.

The door creaked open, but there was no sound of panting or walking.Yaomian suddenly looked back with vigilance, only to see the man in blue shirt holding a bucket in one hand, and closing the door with the other hand.

"Get out," said coldly, bitingly.

The man paid no attention to it, and didn't even spill the water in the barrel, only his five fingers trembling slightly on the frame.Regardless of the thorns on his back, he placed the wooden barrel less than a foot away from the carved dragon and phoenix bed, hesitated for a while and said: "Except for me, no one else will come tonight."

"What about the girl?"

The man tested the temperature of the water with his hand, and there were ripples, "What do you think?"

The eyes are like torches, shooting from the slightly disheveled face.The demon face flickered and sat down in the chair, raised one leg and satirized: "You don't change your face, you know the way, you can't think of such an honest man like your Excellency."