Charming beauty

The early spring has just arrived, the breeze is blowing slightly, and there is a bit of chill in the air.

On the quiet country road, Mo Lian stood coldly, with a long sword in his waist, and his condensed aura was unmistakable. He fixedly stared at the swaying figure not far in front of him, and didn't understand at all. In this spring day with the lingering cold of winter , In this wilderness where there are no green shoots, why can the person in front of me jump and jump for so long without a trace of fatigue.

The powder-blue brocade robe seemed to add a bit of warmth to this early spring. Her delicate hands pushed aside the dim grass, as if she was looking for something, her watery eyes blinked cleverly, and Jun Lian stared at the bottom of the grass, suddenly excited Shouted, "Mo Lian, look at this, it's about to sprout!"

Mo Lian looked at it coldly, without any reaction, but Jun Lian didn't care at all. One side just looked at the monograph that the grass was reading, but the other side jumped to the side of the stream, and poked it into the stream with a dead branch Ya po, while entertaining himself, shouted happily: "Mo Lian! Look here, look here! There are colorful fish!"

Mo Lian's face darkened in the cold, listening to the wind passing by her ears, she put her hand on the sword on her waist, walked into Jun Lian's side, and remained silent without saying a word.

"Mo Lian..." Jun Lian called Mo Lian's name all the way, trying every means to coax Mo Lian, who always had a face without any emotion, to smile, but it was still in vain. Mo Lian's sudden approach made Jun Lian happy Ruokang, he moved closer, wanting to get closer, but heard Mo Liansen's cold breath approaching, and a voice without any emotion, "Get out of here."

Without looking back, a cold murderous aura spread, and Mo Lian tightly held the long sword on her waist, her knuckles turned white with force.Jun Lian didn't feel any danger at all, he still didn't take it seriously when he heard Mo Lian's words, "I won't leave, what can you do with me?"

"If you don't want to die, get out!" It was rare for Mo Lian to listen to his nonsense, and regardless of Jun Lian's thoughts, she just mentioned him and went forward, with an unbiased force and angle, and Jun Lian landed steadily not far in front.As soon as he landed on the ground, Jun Lian turned around angrily, but all the words were stuck in his throat the moment he turned around, his big eyes looked at the direction behind Mo Lian, with a dazed expression.

"Go!" In a daze, Jun Lian was awakened by Mo Lian's cold shout, and he turned his gaze to Mo Lian, who looked at him with dark eyes. He suddenly nodded and ran forward quickly, without turning his head. Back, shouting while running, "Mo Lian, hold on! I'll find someone!"

A few shadows rushed towards him, but was stopped by another shadow. In the shadow of swords and swords, Jun Lian ran fast without turning his head. He knew that if he stayed, he would only hurt Mo Lian, and he could do it as soon as possible. Find a helper inside, he thought in his heart, resisting the urge to look back, he just disappeared from Mo Lian's sight.

With a flick of the long sword, several people were pushed away. Mo Lian's black eyes looked at Jun Lian's figure who was running away, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he breathed a sigh of relief. In an instant, the smile faded away and disappeared without a trace. He concentrated, He slowly drew out the long sword that had not been drawn out of its sheath all this time, and the cold aura in his body made the people behind him seem to be frozen in that piece of grass, not daring to move forward.

The wind blew up, the dry grass turned, without any words, the cold sword flew over from all directions...

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The weather was fine, the sun was crisp and soft.

In the early morning, Nalan Mei's body temperature was a little higher again, and he still had a faint fever. His face was pale and almost transparent, but he himself seemed to be fine, but he got up a little later than usual, and behaved as usual. No difference.

In the early morning, the inn is full of silence, except for the chirping of early spring birds outside the building, there is also a gentle breeze.Nalan Mei walked outside the door, wearing dark purple clothes, purple jade hair, and a handful of jasper shovels slanted around her waist. She was graceful, but looked a little thin. He looked around, but didn't see a single figure.

Did he get up late and everyone else was out?He thought about it, turned the corner and went downstairs.

Downstairs, a white figure was slowly coming out from the direction of the kitchen. His wide sleeves were rolled up, his wrists were white, and his slender palms were holding a tray with a porcelain cup in it. She heard the voice, raised her head, and covered her face with a white veil. Putting the porridge on the table, with a smile on his face, "Master Nalan is awake?"

Guan Yue took off the lid of the cup, and the hot porridge was steaming hot, the white porridge had light blue and pink colors, which were shallots to drive away the cold and peonies to make up for it.

"Miss Guanyue." Nalan Mei went downstairs, with a smile on his face, warm as the morning light. He coughed a few times, and there was a little hoarseness hidden in the coughing sound. Although he deliberately lowered his voice, it was still heard by Guanyue. , she turned her face around and asked, "How does Mr. Nalan feel after taking the medicine?"

"It's not a serious problem, thanks to the poor family master who took the medicine yesterday." Nalan Mei's smile was pale, still delicate and elegant, and after he finished speaking, he walked straight out of the door.But as soon as he started, the hem of his clothes was pulled, he turned his head sideways, and met Shang Guanyue's smiling eyes, "Master Nalan, this porridge is specially prepared for you, you can only go out after eating it."

Nalan Mei was slightly taken aback, before she could speak, Guan Yue's voice sounded again, "Master Nalan, you have a fever!" Even through the material of the clothes, Guan Yue could feel the slightly burning skin under the clothes. , she followed his face to see that Nalan's charming white skin was usually radiant with Bai Shengxue, but today he was pale without blood.

"Miss Guanyue, I'm just feeling a little bit of wind and cold, it's not a problem." Nalan Mei smiled nonchalantly, and as soon as she turned around the corner of her clothes, she left the palm of Guanyue's hand, but Guanyue immediately held him again, insisting Said, "No Mr. Nalan, you can't go out like this, you need to rest!"

"Closed Moon Girl..."

"Brother Nalan!..."

The sudden cry interrupted the conversation between the two.

As soon as Nalan Mei turned her head, Jun Lian threw herself into her arms heavily, leading him back half a step, and before she could ask, she saw the person in her arms staggering, "Brother Nalan, come with me! Mo Lian is in danger!" Her voice was choked with rare panic.

Nalan Mei was taken aback by Jun Lian and pulled out the door. After hearing Jun Lian's words, he instantly understood the seriousness of the matter. While being dragged away by Jun Lian, he turned his head and said to Guan Yue, "Guan Lian Miss Yue, please inform Leader Murong and the poor family leader!"

Guan Yue was taken aback by Jun Lian, and when she came back to her senses, she saw Nalan Mei's figure disappearing outside the door, his slightly hoarse voice wafted in the air, she looked hurried, and her figure jumped outside the door, but where was she? With his figure, she sighed slightly, her eyes fell on the light porridge on the table, and she muttered unspoken words, "Master Nalan, I'll go, you have a fever, you can't use your internal strength rashly..."

But her words couldn't reach Nalan Mei's ears, she sighed again, and disappeared into the inn, "It's better to find the alliance leader and sect leader first..."

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The dignified smell of blood spread all around, and the wind couldn't blow it away. In the pale yellow countryside, the breeze whizzed past, blowing that touch of black and crumbling.

When Nalan Mei arrived, he saw the dead body lying on the wilderness. He looked around, but there was no trace of a living person. The scarlet blood was splashed on the dim yellow grass. When the wind blew, the blood drew a line , falling to the ground is another bloodstain.

Nalan Mei was looking for Mo Lian's figure. As soon as his feet hit the ground, Jun Lian rushed out of his arms. He staggered slightly and then stood still. Along the direction of his running, a figure in black clothes appeared in view.

The already thick and pitch-black coat seemed to be drenched at this time, and the color was even darker. The strong smell of blood radiated out with the wind. Mo Lian half-kneeled on the ground, her eyes were sharp, and she barely supported her body with a sword in one hand. Blood slid down the arm and dripped into the grass, staining it red.

"Mo Lian, are you okay?!" Afraid of hurting his wound, Jun Lian carefully supported Mo Lian, with distress on his face, "Mo Lian, does it hurt?..."

Mo Lian's face was flat and calm, and he didn't pay attention to the injuries on his body at all. He tore open the skirt of his clothes like no one else, revealing the two-finger-wide wound on his shoulder. Blood flowed out, and his honey-colored skin was dyed bright red. He touched the embarrassing position with his hands, tore off the hem of his clothes, and bandaged himself skillfully.

"Mo Lian, you are bleeding..." When Jun Lian saw him, his eyes turned red and he was about to cry again. Mo Lian just glanced at him lightly, crossed his legs and adjusted his breath. He pulled up the front of his shirt, but felt someone pat on his shoulder. He turned his head and met Nalan Mei's calm and gentle eyes. He sobbed and pouted, "Brother Nalan, Mo Lian has shed a lot of blood..."

"I understand, don't make noise." Nalan Mei smiled softly, the smile was as warm as a spring breeze blowing over Jun Lian's heart, he calmed down a little, then raised his eyes, and saw Nalan Mei sitting cross-legged behind Mo Lian, The slender hands lifted the internal force into Mo Lian's body.Mo Lian opened her eyes, and wanted to refuse, but Nalan Mei's gentle voice came from her ear, "Mo Lian, you have lost too much blood, and your internal energy is chaotic. If this continues, you will lose [-]% of your energy."

"Mo Lian, I still expect you to teach me martial arts. If you lose your master's strength, I will easily defeat you. Then I will let my master teach me, and I don't want you to teach me!" Jun Lian was also on the side. persuade.Mo Lian glanced at him, the corners of her mouth twitched in disdain, but she still closed her eyes gently.Nalan smiled charmingly. Under the cold sunlight, his skin was as white as snow, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were pitch black, "Mo Lian, guide my inner strength to go."

The breeze passed by slowly, bringing up a few traces of melancholy, when Murong You arrived, although Mo Lian's face turned blue, the bleeding had stopped, and there was no serious problem for the time being.Looking at Nalan Mei again, his face was pale, his lips were bleeding, but his expression was still peaceful. He looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "Murong, are you here?"

"What's going on?" Murongyou glanced at Nalan Mei, and asked Mo Lian in a cold voice, there was an evil spirit in his brows, as if he came from a rakshasa from hell, bloodthirsty and cold, and unparalleled in evil beauty.

"Master Hui." Mo Lian's voice was still calm, "There are 14 people in total. Their movements are strange and shadowless, and they are good at swordsmanship." Murong You closed his eyes, his eyes were dark, but he didn't think deeply, but asked: "Can you move?"

Mo Lian nodded slightly, and stood up slowly. The blood on her body had solidified, and it was very scary at first glance.Jun Lian beside him carefully supported him, for fear that he would fall, Mo Lian impatiently wanted to wave him away, but when she lowered her eyes, she saw the guilt between his brows, swallowed the words back in her mouth, and her body Let him support you upright.

Jun Lian helped Mo Lian to leave slowly.

Murongyou's gaze shifted, and it landed on Nalan Mei who was still sitting straight there. Nalan Mei noticed his gaze, stood up slowly, stretched out her hand to brush the hem of the clothes, the front of the dark purple clothes was spotless, like a fine painting, he slowly Walking towards Murongyou, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was an apologetic expression, "Murong, this should be aimed at me."

"It's because of his own incompetence, so he can't blame anyone." Murongyou looked at him, his eyes were scorching cold, and his tone was cold, "Besides, Mo Lian is the person of the deity, no matter who it is, who dares to touch the deity, the end will be only one."

"But..." Although Murongyou's words relieved Nalan Mei's guilt, he still felt sorry, and he didn't know whether the other party was after Jun Lian or Mo Lian. If Jun Lian is not with Mo Lian, the consequences will be disastrous.

"No but! Those who dare to touch this deity..." Murongyou smiled coldly, with a cruel killing intent in his eyes, "This deity will not allow them to live or die!"

"Murong..." Nalan Mei sighed, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. At least from now on, he and Murongyou are really standing on the same boat. Thinking about it, he couldn't relax for a while. Once weak, he fell slowly.

When Murongyou turned around, he only had time to catch his fallen body. The moment he touched his body, Murongyou's eyes turned cold, the temperature coming from under the clothes was so scorching hot!He looked down, Nalan Mei gently closed his eyes, his eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes, his complexion was as white as paper, his fair forehead and tip of nose were dripping with sweat, but there was a comfortable smile on his bleeding lips.

He hugged Nalan Mei, the delicate face of the person in his arms was pressed against his chest, stained with the redness of his clothes, the long and smooth hair fell down between his arms, soaked in the faint spring fragrance, his pale face looked peaceful, Quiet as a puppet, exquisite and exquisite, but also like a dream, as if it will disappear with the wind at any time...

He stared down at him, his dark pupils flashed with blue thoughts.

What is it worth to make you so? …

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(Mei'er: I updated the article yesterday, and looking back today, I didn't feel very good, so I started again. Please continue to support!)