Pretty Prince vs Fake Girl

The woman was a little stunned, but she also felt noncommittal, and the topic suddenly changed back, and she said indifferently, "Then please step aside."

Liang Xuan refused to budge an inch, and said sternly, "Don't dare to trouble me, the heroine's pure white hands are stained with fear."

The woman frowned unknowingly, her eyes flickered, and the bowstring in her hand unknowingly slackened a little.

Liang Xuangang turned around, thinking that no matter what, he had to find a place with a good geomantic omen to bury the two of them, otherwise he would be speechless when he found Gu Xiang, even he himself would not be at ease in the future.

Unexpectedly, the moment the wind blows and the candle shakes, a black shadow quickly jumps down from the second floor, pushes the two of them to a distance of Zhang Xu with one palm, smashes the four altars of IKEA red in his hand on the body of Gu's couple Surrounding them, the clear wine instantly wet the two of them.

Liang Xuan barely stood still, and immediately his eyes were tearing apart, he threw off his steps and ran frantically, hissing heartbrokenly, "No——!!"

However, after all, it cannot be stopped and there is nothing to do.

Before the man landed on the ground, he quickly turned around and returned to the second floor with a stance of Ma Tiao Fei Yan, grabbed the fire arrow from the woman in white and then rolled over to the ground, drawing the bow and shooting arrows without any hesitation.

There was a bang, and under the strong smell of alcohol, the flames quickly expanded and flowed away, and then suddenly dissipated, leaving only blue flames burning fiercely.

Like the last fiery trees and silver flowers, it is heroic and poignant.

The scorching cyclone forced Liang Xuan to stop, turned his head and closed his eyes to cover his face. When he turned his head again, the fire was already out of control.

He opened his eyes and looked at the two indistinct bodies in the fire. The hair was burned almost instantly, and the clothes were wet with water, scorched and peeled off piece by piece. As the burning deepened, the flesh became distorted and scorched. .

Painful and weird, weird and sad.

nothing more...

Even when Xiang'er came back, she would never see the slightest trace of her parents again, and she didn't even dare to pray for a single strand of hair.

Liang Xuan leaned towards the fire like a madman, and wanted to poke his hand in desperately. Murong Ze was taken aback, dragged him back in a panic, and angrily said, "Why are you crazy?!"

Liang Xuan turned to stare at him in a trance, his black eyes were bottomless, and he murmured, "I have to find something for Xiang'er... Find something for Xiang'er..."

Murong Ze's heart constricted suddenly, then he slowed down, and suddenly shouted loudly at the shopkeeper who was hiding in the corner of the first floor, "If you don't put out the fire, are you going to let the fire burn down the entire inn!"

The shopkeeper was overwhelmed by this, and immediately screamed miserably, calling all the buddies, Xiao Er, to put out the fire with water.

Among the crowd who stood by and watched, some soft-hearted ones spontaneously joined the ranks of putting out the fire. After a while, the fire like a pillar was completely extinguished, leaving only the disgusting smell of burning inn.

The two bodies on the ground had been burnt to the point that they were fused with each other and it was difficult to distinguish them. The charcoal was so charred that they could no longer be seen as they were. It was so horrifying that some onlookers immediately closed the doors and windows.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, the cold and creepy atmosphere in the inn could not help but enveloped it.

Liang Xuan stared intently, unable to avoid feeling sad, leaned over and groped around the corpse, and he really found something.

It was a glazed bead that remained unscathed in such a fierce fire.

The tentacles turned out to be cold.

Liang Xuan held the bead into his palm calmly, feeling that the bead hurt so much that he never let go of his strength.

He stood up slowly, feeling a little dizzy, but still stood firmly in front of the man.

The man was dressed in black, with two strings of gray Buddhist beads, large and small, hanging around his neck. A Buddhist hat was placed on his clean and round head, his eyes were narrow and sharp, but his complexion was strangely pale.

At this time, she had already handed back the bow in her hand to the woman in white, and looked at everything coldly with her hands behind her back, even showing disdain and contempt for everyone's actions to put out the fire.

Liang Xuan leaned over expressionlessly, and said calmly, "Did your husband die early?"

The man immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "You are rude, you are so arrogant, but you want to beat me!"

Liang Xuan pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered, "If you hadn't lost your husband in the early years, how could you be so disheartened and willing to be ordained as a monk? If you are a serious monk and worship Buddha, who is as cruel and vicious as you?"

The man didn't say any more, and immediately stretched out his palm and pulled out a sharp palm wind, which struck Liang Xuan's Tianling cover in an instant.

Murong Ze was already worried that he would act impulsively, so he followed closely behind, and was immediately terrified. Hugging Liang Xuan in a panic was a long step. The sound cut off by the palm wind.

Liang Xuan ignored Murong Ze's cold sweat, and still dared not fear death to provoke him, "It seems that what I said was right. This is how Master Ci Nian, the head of Emei, served the Buddha in Taiyuan. No wonder he hasn't understood the principles of Buddhism for so many years. Still can't practice Emei's unique skill of Nine Suns, heh, it's really the biggest joke in martial arts!"

Suddenly, a sudden voice sounded from the crowd that hadn't dispersed, and even Murong Ze was extremely surprised that this skinny aunt in front of him could be the head of the Emei School?How did Liang Xuan recognize her?

Ci Nian immediately trembled with anger, and shouted angrily, "Die!"

After all, Buddhist disciples are not allowed to kill, but breaking only three or five of his bones would not violate the pure rules and Buddhist laws, on the contrary, it would be out of her compassion.

Gritting her teeth, she used almost [-]% of her inner body, and her feet were like the wind, unpredictable. In order to show her kindness, she put one hand behind her back, and only used her right hand to control the palm wind sharply and precisely.

Murong Ze was convinced that he couldn't dodge this blow, so he couldn't help but hold Liang Xuan's hand tightly, and looked sideways at him.

Liang Xuan's expression was calm, his eyes were calm, and his lips were slightly pursed. Never before had that kind of planning that was as stable as Mount Tai appeared on this person so brightly and profoundly.

The arc of Liang Xuan's side face in front of him was too bright and peaceful. It was only four days before and after, but this face that should have been unfamiliar seemed to have been engraved in his memory long ago, and it was so deep that it made people panic. It made Murong Ze's heart jump suddenly one more time.

He shook his head lightly, the smile overflowing from his lips didn't know who it was from, he quietly closed his eyes, and said helplessly, "Hey... it's up to you to come."

Liang Xuan grinned suddenly, the cramped and dark air crackled and exploded instantly, and it was that firework that lit up the entire sky, shocking and shining endlessly.

When the fire was imminent, Liang Xuan clenched Murongze's hand behind his back, suddenly turned around and kissed him firmly on the cheek, and said loudly to Ci Nian, "I don't want it!"

As he said that, he threw out the weak tendons in his hand with all his might, dragged Murong Ze vigorously and escaped from the inn.

Ci Nian was shocked, and urged her internal energy to retreat in a hurry, even so, she still inhaled a little, and immediately felt a little dizzy, but after a while, her legs and feet became weak, and she couldn't help but sit down cross-legged, exercising the force to force the poison.

The emotion on the face of the woman in white finally fluctuated, she squatted aside in panic, and asked with concern, "Master?"

Ci Nian adjusted his breath for a while, a murderous look flashed in his opened eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Sitong, bring a few people with you and your third senior sister, and let me chase them!"

Han Sitong looked at Ci Nian worriedly, but for a moment he didn't dare to leave in response, Ci Nian immediately shouted, "Hurry up!"

Han Sitong was startled, bit his lower lip lightly with some grievances, but responded obediently, "Yes, Master, be careful yourself."

Liang Xuan pulled Murong Ze to stop outside the inn, he couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

It was still rainy and windy, it had been raining for most of the day, and the rain showed no signs of stopping. Such a heavy rain in winter was really abnormal and weird.

After being stunned for a moment, Liang Xuan came back to his senses, disregarding etiquette, righteousness and shame, untied the two horses and handed a rein to Murong Ze, braving the thunder and rain, shouting, "Ride! Let's go!"

Under the night, Murong Ze's face was already ashen, and he only reacted slightly when he heard Liang Xuan's yelling. The torrential rain was so heavy that people couldn't open their eyes, their heads were cold, and their clothes were already soaked, sticking to their bodies, which was extremely cold. The wound on his shoulder was numb from the cold, and he couldn't feel the pain.

These are just the second. To him, the most frightening thing is the thunder and lightning that flashed frequently that day.

Every now and then, he seemed to be bullying him with an extremely ferocious face, roaring and eager to tear his soul apart, making him tremble all over, wanting to find a place where he could only be allowed to curl up alone, peaceful and at ease .

Liang Xuan saw that Murong Ze hadn't moved for a long time, his brows were raised immediately, and he yelled strangely, "You can't ride a horse? You still have the face to dislike me? Come up!"

Liang Xuan stepped on the horse gracefully, bent down and handed his slender and powerful hands to Murong Ze's eyes.

Murong Ze, who was still in astonishment, suddenly came back to his senses. Although he couldn't see Liang Xuan's face clearly when he looked up, he was able to describe his expression without any effort in his heart. His face was full of exaggerated fuss, some proud and some disgusted, but it was very warm reality.

With clasped hands, the calming power instantly calmed the fear that surged in his heart. Murong Ze stepped onto the horse steadily, and involuntarily wrapped his arms tightly, hugging Liang Xuan tightly like the last straw.

Liang Xuan was surprised, but still teased, "It's just riding a horse, don't be so afraid, you're really cute Ze'er~~"

The heavy rain couldn't block the sound from within a short distance, not to mention, with Murong Ze's ear pressed against Liang Xuan's soaked and cold back, he could naturally hear what he said clearly.

He straightened up slightly, pressed his cold lips to Liang Xuan's equally cold ears, and exhaled softly, "If you keep talking, I'll throw you down."

Liang Xuan felt his ears itching, tilted his head slightly, and said with a noncommittal smile, "Hey~~~Ze'er, who will hold the reins for you when I go down? Don't you know how to ride? Don't be impulsive and ruin your life. !"

Murong Ze snorted coldly, and said calmly, "Who told you that I can't ride a horse? You were still playing with mud when I could ride a horse."

Liang Xuan was really surprised this time, "Then why didn't you ride just now? Didn't the two horses run faster?"

Murong Ze paused, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said with a light smile, "I'll give you a chance to show off."

Liang Xuan was taken aback, and immediately remembered the conversation in Qingcheng, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and muttered, "It's not cute to be petty and hold grudges!"

Before Murong Ze could fight back for a while, Liang Xuan just frowned when he realized that Murong Ze's arm, which had been tightly held all this time, suddenly lost its strength and drooped beside his leg.

The author has something to say:

Ze'er, come, touch ╰(￣ω￣o), I promise to do my best to restore the little angel's inner strength!No more bullying!

Liang Xuan, you are useless!What else would you do besides eating tofu? !As long as you know [-]% of your Lao Tzu's Qingxin fist, my male god will not be injured!