【Most Beautiful】Body in a dream

The long night is coming to an end, the person who listens to the rain by the window sits alone until dawn, his fingertips are already cold.

At this time, the sound of the rain outside was getting quieter, but there were footsteps coming from the rain. The eyes of the person in front of the window moved and his sleeves waved. Before the person arrived, the door was already opened.Looking up, I saw that the person outside who was about to knock on the door was soaked, his face similar to his was cold and white, his snow-haired white clothes were stuck to his body, and some muddy water that had not been washed by the rain was still stained, he was quite embarrassed appearance.

It's just that although the man's face was tired, it was more cold like a blade.

Jiu Qiansheng didn't ask anything, just said: "You are back."

Don't ask, it's not that you don't want to ask, but that you don't have to ask.

Eye contact, heart sounds heard.

Qi Luosheng nodded, Jiu Qiansheng let him into the house, but walked out by himself, saying: "I'll ask someone to boil some water first."

Not long after, someone brought water and poured it into the bathtub in the house.After Jiuqiansheng sent his men back, he swung his sleeves and closed the doors and windows with his palms, and sat with his back in front of the table, saying: "This place is rough, just let it go."

"Thank you." Qi Luosheng didn't care too much about him, and took off the wet and cold clothes and washed them in the bathtub.

The heat is steaming, and the warm and clean water relieves the fatigue of the body a little, but the familiar peony fragrance is still light.

Jiuqiansheng sat at the table and poured a glass of cold wine.

The aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of peony flowers, making people want to get drunk, but it's a pity that this time is not a good time, and there are few lovers.The tears of the black moon on the table shone coldly under the candlelight, Jiu Qiansheng slid his fingertips across the blade, stained with the blade intent changed by the master's mood, his cold eyes froze slightly and said: "You have a killing intent on your body , but there is no sadness, it can be seen that you have saved the last time, but he has not returned, so who is the provocateur?"

The fingers running through the snowy hair paused, and Qi Luosheng lowered his eyes slightly, killing intent condensed in his purple eyes: "I will solve it."

Jiu Qiansheng took a sip, and the ice-cold wine soaked his lips, tongue and throat, as if burning an unknown flame.There was a coldness in his long, narrow and deep eyes, like the sword intent flowing through the moonlight and snow feathers. After a moment, he spoke, and said in a tone with almost no doubts: "Heart slave of the rainstorm."

The sound of water stopped suddenly behind him, Jiu Qiansheng knew he was right, tightened his fingers, and said in a low voice, "The location."

"I won't say," Qi Luosheng paused, and continued to wash away the silt left by the flood inch by inch, "You can't go."

Jiu Qiansheng couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the wine glass, and after a long while, he said, "The reason."

Qi Luosheng washed the last section of hair, got out of the tub, put on the clean white clothes that the man had prepared aside, walked up to him, stared into those eyes, and said, "You can't kill him."

"Oh?"

"This is a battle of fate, even if you cut him a thousand times, it still won't disturb his fate." After Qi Luo spoke, she raised her hand to take the tears of the black moon on the table.

However, a hand was pressed on the back of his hand, and the cold touch was like a blade soaked in rain.

Qi Luosheng held the handle of the knife without moving, and the two of them stalemate for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "Don't you trust your own knife? Nine thousand wins."

Jiuqiansheng raised his eyes to look at him, Qi Luosheng's words had a lot of meaning, just like the words he asked back before he left, the truth, only separated by a layer of tulle, he vaguely saw it, but felt that the outline was more The dream is even more illusory and unreal, unbelievable.

But it seems that he can't help but not believe it.

The person in front of him loosened his braided hair and put on a white dress, which completely concealed the peony beauty that was exuding sharpness, leaving the rest as soft as jade and as cold as a knife, so familiar that it makes people strange.

Slowly releasing his hand, Qi Luosheng took back the long knife and said: "If you want to be safe and sound in the last moment, then don't go."

Jiuqiansheng lowered his eyes, picked up the jug and poured wine into the glass, suddenly, remembering what he said a few days ago, the conjectures that emerged in his heart were too terrible, his fingertips trembled, and some wine spilled from the glass : "His Heart of Time..."

"That's right." Qi Luosheng didn't let him continue, took the jug from his hand, poured some into another empty glass, and drank it down: "I will end this fate, you are waiting here He comes back, don't leave."

After saying that, he put down his wine glass, raised his knife and left.

It was dawn, and the rain outside the window had stopped.

People went away, no footsteps were heard, the fragrance of flowers in the house gradually faded away, Jiu Qiansheng drank the remaining wine in the pot, and couldn't help laughing lowly at himself.

Half my life I was drunk and dreamed about the rivers and lakes, a pot of wine, a pair of knives, although my body is tied to common things, but my heart doesn't know love, how could I expect it, but I just left a joke on the wasteland, and I completely lost myself.

The world of mortals walks side by side, and the world of heaven and earth are robbed together. He should have thought that the peony with deep roots is about to wither, but he never expected that at this moment, the wine is gone, the knife is useless, and there is only one word left.

The most helpless word.

"Young master, how could you do this?! Listen to me, stop now, there is still time—"

"Hahahaha, senior brother, just because I call you senior brother doesn't mean you can take care of my affairs. I happened to meet you today. Do you think Xin Nu should kill you, and then leave your eyes to let those eyes The eyes that fascinated me when I was a child, always staring at me?"

Quarrel.

Ji Guang frowned, the voices in his ears had turned into the sound of swords clashing, the sound of the knife was not pure enough, the sinister chant of the knife was very noisy.He wanted to raise his hands to cover his ears, but found that his hands seemed to be bound by something, and his body was weak, unable to struggle.

His originally chaotic mind gradually became clear. He remembered that after he lost consciousness in the flood, he had been in a coma for an unknown amount of time until he was awakened by the concoction. When he woke up, he saw Rainstorm Heart Slave. He thought it was that person who saved him, so he expressed Thank you.Afterwards, Rainstorm Xinnu told him to take a good rest before going out, but he regained some strength and planned to leave, but unexpectedly, before going out, he felt a sharp pain, he coughed up blood, and then lost consciousness.

From this point of view, the concoction must be poisonous.

The sound of the blade piercing through the flesh and cutting the bones came from the ear, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the scythe of Rainstorm Xinnu had penetrated Huang Yuke's right shoulder, pinning the man to the wall so that he could not move.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the air, and Rainstorm Xinnu approached the man with a smile, almost touching his cheeks, and his eyes looked at each other, Rainstorm Xinnu let out a series of evil laughter: "Dear senior brother, your eyes are still It's so fascinating, I want to keep it for myself, but I don't know if I can still show such a beautiful look after digging it out?"

Huang Yuke held the huge scythe that pierced through his shoulder, endured the pain, and said, "How did you become like this?"

"Ah, what an unpleasant tone, am I not good?" Rainstorm Heart Slave pulled out the scythe, and the blood spurted out, splashing on the distorted and cold face, which was especially warm.

Rainstorm Xinnu wiped the blood from his face with his fingers, put it on the tip of his tongue, tasted it, and said, "It tastes good without tears."

Seeing that Huang Yuke no longer had the ability to draw his sword, Rainstorm Xinnu seemed to feel the gaze of the gaze, and moved his gaze to the darkest moment, only to see that the boy woke up at some point, his amber eyes were quietly opened, and his eyes were wide open. With a little pale golden cold light.

"Dear gift, are you awake?" Rainstorm Heart Slave walked slowly in front of him, raised that lonely and cold face with the blade of a giant scythe, thin lines of blood ooze out, soaking the thin blade ,"Do you want to know why?"

Looking at him the most time, his expression didn't move at all, and his eyes didn't show any emotion.

"It's such a disgusting expression. Why do you let Jiuqiansheng recommend you to sit on the Yuanzi seat?" The sickle was pushed up a little more, and the blood flowed even more. If it was a little deeper, it might cut you off The artery was broken, "Why do you let Qi Luosheng jump into the flood to save his life?"

The amber pupils moved slightly, and suddenly became more emotional. The eyelashes at the end slightly curled up trembled, and then quietly covered with pale golden eyes.

It turned out that the scent of peonies that he smelled before losing consciousness was not an illusion, but he didn't know that the person was still fine now.

Such an attitude undoubtedly angered Rainstorm Xinnu, but the scythe did not continue to move up, but turned, cutting the flesh and blood on the right shoulder, and the bright red blood dyed the knife head again and again: "Dear Don’t force me to tear you apart, you must wait until Qi Luosheng comes to save you.”

Probably due to the relationship of poisoning, Zhi Guang's voice was low and hoarse: "Do you want to challenge him?"

Rainstorm Xinnu sneered: "That's right, what's up, are you worried?"

At the very moment, he still closed his eyes, and his tone of voice was calm, cold and indifferent: "In that battle just now, your saber show told me that you are not qualified to discuss swords with him."

——"Compared with the past, your heart has turned to the way of the devil. Even though you have a knife in your hand, you can no longer see the shadow of the knife, and you can't hear the sound of the knife. It's not that I failed the knife, but you can't distinguish it. You are not qualified to discuss swords with me."

Similar words fell into my ears, and the rainstorm heart slave laughed back angrily: "Hahahahahaha, so what if he fights bravely, I'll go get the poison of heartlessness and line up the eighteen hell formations, so you don't have to listen to anything The knife is played, listen to the sound of my god of jackets reaping tears!"

Seeing the change of expression in those amber eyes, Rainstorm Xinnu was about to say a few more words, but when he heard slight footsteps behind him, he snorted coldly, waved his scythe, and the saber energy pierced the air, Chopping on the back of Huang Yuke who was about to leave, Huang Yuke immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Rainstorm Xinnu walked up to him and said with a smile: "Brother, where do you want to go? Are you going to sue my father's friend? It's too late, no one can stop me! It seems that I can only tie you up Get up, tsk tsk, wait for me to defeat those who despise me first, and then take your eyes, um, yes, soon you will be completely slaves to me!"