The villain has a white moonlight

"If he doesn't kill Jiao, he won't indulge in cultivating ghosts after that." Xie Niyu's expression became more and more lonely.

"Hao Yu, there is no way to come back to the past."

"You always think that I am addicted to the past, why am I willing to do this?" Xie Niyu closed her eyes, but her body trembled uncontrollably: "But the person who saw him kill Sister Mu with my own eyes was me! Only me! I will never I can't forget how crazy he was then!" At the end, Xie Niyu was almost hysterical: "My best friend killed the person I cherished!"

"Haoyu... calm down." Wang Huan was still sitting at the table with a calm face, but his fingers had already clenched into fists, and his voice was a bit hoarse.

Xie Niyu turned her back to her friend, did not speak, tears fell from the corners of her eyes, weeping silently.

Even with her eyes closed, Yi Ren's voice and smile became clearer, and every frown and smile seemed to be piercing her heart.

The cool wind blows quickly, and the hibiscus flowers are scattered like purple rain, piled up on the window sills, and scattered all over the place.

At night, Yanmo City is far more lively than in the daytime. The gorgeous building on the central axis, which looks like a crystal treasure house, is Huang Quanjun's mansion. The bar, the jade terrace, the fragrant powder, the bright lights and candles, fill the room with brilliance, and the golden animal charcoal is burning in the four-sided furnace, and the room is as warm as early summer.

It was just in time to watch the singing and dancing in Xiantai, silk and bamboo played the melodious music, the beautiful dancers were dressed in thin clothes, showing their charm and enchantment, the wind passed through the hall, the red veils in the Chinese room were flying, and the candlelight was full of ambiguous atmosphere.

The man in Tsing Yi on the high seat held a golden cup in one hand and embraced a charming and enchanting beauty in the other, leaning lazily on the chair, making fun of him freely, the golden cup filled his throat with wine, cup after cup.

The man's face was like a crown of jade, the childishness of a boy had faded, and he was a little more handsome, but his brows had never really stretched. Although he was smiling all the time, it was a fake smile without warmth, and he exuded a sinister aura around him.

Dark clouds cover the moon, the night wind is slightly cool, Wangxiantai is warm and harmonious, Ji Xinnu stands on the terrace, looking at the person through those flying gauze curtains, feeling warm and cold.

Luo Yafeng next to him shook his head again and again. He came to report the latest situation outside to Mr. Huang Quan. The Bone Dragon has been fitted with fragments of the dust viewing mirror and is in good condition. Ji Wuxian has also rushed to Hongze Lake.

When I left, I accidentally glanced at the terrace, and saw the thin figure in the yellow shirt standing on the terrace. When I approached, I realized that there was a thin layer of frost on his clothes. I didn’t know how long I stood there, so I went to stand with her for a while , seeing Mr. Huang Quan getting more and more intimate with the woman, the picture is too beautiful but it is a knife, finally couldn't help it, and coughed: "Dilihua, you should go back and rest first, and we can talk about the rest after the injury is healed."

"It's okay, I should have apologized when I came back." Ji Xinnu said calmly.

"He must have seen you, and he is probably still angry if he doesn't call you in."

Jixinnu seemed to have never heard of it, his eyes passed those beautiful shadows on the cloud temples, and fell on the hanging glazed lamp, the light of the lamp butterfly seemed a little insignificant in the bright light of the room, the butterfly flapped its wings trying to break free from the shackles of the lampshade, But in vain.

"Let's go, Brother Xiaofeng, I know him well, if you stay here stubbornly, you will be beaten." Luo Yafeng glanced at the man, weakly said: "His mood is a little cloudy these days, Yesterday, the heads of several people in the prison were blown off, it was too cruel."

"It's time for him to take medicine." Jixinnu said lightly.

"..."

But there was a sound of gold hitting jade, it was Huang Quanjun hitting the jade plate with golden chopsticks, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra stopped abruptly, the dancers retreated wisely, and the woman in Huang Quanjun's arms also got up and left reluctantly.

"Always think that the world is impermanent

Like a dream bubble

Jinghua shuiyue

Prosperity is empty

Hero hero

all talk and jokes

decades of life

Prajna chasing profit bustling

like electricity

Then follow the start and stop

impermanence

nothing more than a humble dog

One thought of gods and demons

Why do you need someone else's language

Narokade visits the Yellow Spring

Danzhu writes a stroke to obliterate the past

Smash the sand

decades of life

nothing more than profit-seeking bustling

like electricity

decades of life

Rivers and lakes wind and rain falling plantains

Xiaoxiao early

Night is also Xiaoxiao. "

Mr. Huang Quan closed his eyes, his voice was low, his face was calm, and when he was chanting, he lost a bit of gloom, and the golden chopsticks in his hand kept beating time.

Jixinnu walked out from the balcony, pushed aside layers of beaded curtains, and walked in front of the man.

"My lord, Ji Xin Nu came to plead guilty." Mr. Huang Quan gave her task, only to pay attention to Fu Mengsheng's movements and send back in time.

Mr. Huang Quan lost the golden chopsticks, got up and walked to her, with a half-smile and said: "Tell me, what is your crime?"

"I shouldn't have disobeyed the order and acted without authorization." As soon as the words fell, his neck tightened, and the man's slender, pale fingers were cold.

"Brother Quan..." Luo Yafeng tried to persuade him: "Forget it."

"roll!"

"Uh, I'm leaving now." Luo Yafeng shrugged, turned his back to Mr. Huang Quan: "There is only one cup in the curling pot, Dalihua can't die now, I believe you won't let yourself regret it." Said After that, he walked away leisurely.

The girl was picked up by Mr. Huang Quan, almost suffocated and dizzy, but she didn't struggle to resist.

"You're wrong," Mr. Huang Quan's hand gradually tightened, and with a little more force, he could break the girl's slender neck. "The mistake is that you risk your life."

"You live for me, and only I can take your life." After finishing speaking, Ji Xin Nu fell heavily to the ground, his face turned red from lack of oxygen, and he was gasping for breath, but his heart was beating violently. Faster than dying time.

"Stay in the city and do your duty as a blood vessel." Mr. Huang Quan said coldly without even looking at her, "Don't act rashly without my order."

How could he not remember that when she begged him to bring her by her side, he said so.

——After cultivating a blood dish that is more valuable than you, I will kill you with my own hands.

——Jixinnu, your fate will only be a little better than those who betrayed back then, with a whole corpse.

——Xiao Wanyin is dead, very dead, understand?

Jixinnu stood up, nodded, and said calmly, "I understand."

"I want to go out of the city. The man named Liang in the prison will be handed over to you."

"Yes." Ji Xin Nu opened his mouth with a hint of worry, but didn't say any more.

"Go back."

"Yes."

Wangxiantai, where the singing and dancing have dissipated, has lost the flashy fireworks. On the way to leave along the forest road, what you see is the night fog, the cold leaves are covered with frost, and the chirping of autumn insects comes from the grass and trees in Fusu. Taking a deep breath, I looked up and saw the moon and stars were sparse, and the river of stars flowed backwards.

"The world of mortals finally missed me, and the moon can hang around tonight." Ji Xinnu looked at the moon, feeling something in his heart, and muttered to himself.

"Huh, is it the one from Dongying Xiaocang Hundred People?" A familiar voice came from the top of his head, with a smile on his voice.

"Yes, I didn't expect you to know this waka."

"The last time I helped Brother Quan tidy up the bookshelf, I flipped through it and remembered this easy-to-understand sentence." Luo Yafeng smiled unabated.

Ji Xinnu turned to the tree beside him, looked up at Luo Yafeng sitting on the tree: "Do you have to sit so high?"

"I want to enjoy the moon, here is closer to the moon," Luo Yafeng said with a smile, "Is your neck okay?"

"The head is still there," Ji Xinnu said calmly, "I'll go prepare the medicine."

"Don't you still have a bottle of heart blood? You lost a lot of blood before, and the minimum amount of [-] milliliters is a bit dangerous." Luo Yafeng jumped down from the tree and said with a smile, "Let's cultivate for a few more days."

"I don't know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident," Ji Xinnu said lightly, "Now I can prepare more to deal with emergencies."

"Okay," Luo Yafeng nodded: "Then be careful and stop the bleeding in time."

"I will, thank you." Ji Xinnu said and left.

The vegetation around Mu Qinyin's tomb has been carefully repaired, and there is a bouquet of fresh platycodon flowers in front of the tombstone.

The young man in red was holding a bamboo broom, silently sweeping away the dead branches and leaves around the tomb, lighting it on fire, and turning it into ashes in a blink of an eye.

Under the light blue sky, there is a wild goose returning to the south, the breeze blows gently, and the white pieces of paper strung by the spiritual rope rustle, like white butterflies fluttering, it is his new protective barrier.

After finishing all this, Ji Wuxian restrained herself, bowed to the tombstone again, left and continued to Hongze Lake.

Hongze Lake has been sunny and sunny lately, which is a good season for fishing, but there are no fishing boats, apparently cleared, except for the boats sent by the local immortal sect to investigate the situation on the lake, there are no extra boats.

When the weather was calm and the sea was calm, there was no sense of tension, and the monks on the ship gathered on the deck to throw dice and play dominoes.

"Hey, hey, we're here to perform a mission, why are we all having fun?" Seeing this, a monk on the boat said to his companion.

"It's been so long, and I haven't seen the shadow of the bone dragon for several days. You guys are a little tired, just looking for some fun." The round-faced monk next to him yawned.

"It's better to be careful, this bone dragon is haunted by ghosts, we... who is that?!" Hearing his exclamation, other monks followed the prestige, but they saw someone coming in a boat, with red clothes flying around, and their waists fluttered. Saber, holding a bamboo flute, extraordinary bearing, seaweed-like curly hair, and a noble and generous warrior attire.

"Ji Wuxian?!" The round-faced monk recognized the person, and drew out his sword with a slap, "What are you doing here?"

Several other boats approached one after another, surrounding the boat of the young man in red.

"What else can you do, cut Jiao!" Ji Wuxian said leisurely, shaking the bamboo flute in his hand.

"You will be so kind to help us?" A monk asked suspiciously.

The corners of Ji Wuxian's mouth raised, and his smile became more willful: "Your Excellency, please don't have any misunderstandings. I am killing Jiao for myself, not for your help."

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a short flute sound, followed by a "bang", the ship was hit hard by something, and it shook violently. In the sun, there was a snow-bright light.

After that impact, the lake returned to calm, just like the tranquility before the rainstorm. The palms of the monks holding their swords were sweating, and they stared at the lake nervously.

Ji Wuxian narrowed his eyes, remained motionless, and said in a calm tone, "Don't retreat now, it will be too late later."

"Ji Wuxian, what are you talking about, are you looking down on people?" A monk said angrily.

"Whatever you want, just pretend I didn't say anything." Ji Wuxian turned around, turned his back to the man, and didn't pay attention to the lake, his golden eyes were as sharp as a falcon, he looked around, and finally found a slender figure on the opposite cliff, Standing against the wind, the sleeves of clothes flutter.

Because of the distance, he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but he was obviously waiting for Ji Wuxian to find out, and waved silently at him from a distance.

"I like this provocation." Ji Wuxian smiled even wider, pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist, and raised his hand to shake the man.

Immediately, the sound of the flute pierced the clouds, like weeping and complaining, like an ethereal ghost enchanting people's body and mind. Everyone present was surprised that their bodies could not move, the hand holding the sword was weak, and the sound of the flute was as sharp as a twitter, and suddenly a group of weapons fell to the ground sound.

A huge black shadow flitted under the surface of the lake. Accompanied by the bitter wind and rain, the black waves surged into the sky, and the huge white bone tail broke through the water, smashing several large ships to pieces in an instant.

The southerners know how to swim, but being held back by the sound of the flute, all the monks couldn't paddle at all, and fell into the water like a broken sack, unable to do anything except shout for help.

Ji Wuxian's horizontal flute touched her lips, and the music was clear and high-pitched, like a willow branch breaking through a magic barrier. The people who fell into the water suddenly lost their restraint, and rushed to save themselves. The monks who were still on the boat also joined in the rescue. Get distracted and fight the evil dragon again.

The young man in red turned his flute, and said calmly: "Old Monster Jiao, come out and fight again?"