Chapter 1 Hanging silk rain in southern Tibet, you are the only one who doesn't speak

The rain poured down, through the cracks in the pear blossoms and white windows, with deep and light white foam, rising red wood-painted kapok. This night, it is doomed not to be Ning.

The little girl seemed to have had enough noise. She quietly pulled my arm as a hotbed pillow. No matter how hard I pulled it out, she still pulled back fiercely by her.

Wait for me to gently pull it out again, huh... Fortunately, I was not found by her. However, I only left for a few seconds and was tied back by her and pillowed on her right cheek contentedly.

The blue man, holding a dark red sword in his hand, stood motionless at the door. The sound of water dripped on his body, and the thin black silk was entangled into a thick section.

The blue sky long crown fell on his head, with a little looseness. Between the faint clothes, the strong chest, the hot breath, the anxious eyes. When all this was completely combined, I found that maybe this man was not as good as Huaxiangyi thought.

Qing Muhong, the figure that the little girl has been looking forward to finally appeared in this room, but the little girl has no chance to see it.

His sword touched my neck again, and the coldness brought by the ink red sword touched my heart.

His eyes were cold, and his expression was coiled, fierce, cold and frozen.

The sound of rain is continuous, pouring and slanting, intertwined with the explosion of the night. In this strange atmosphere, there is a sword that wants to kill, and there is also a sleeping drunk girl. I think this picture must be very interesting.

"You said, didn't you? I admire you."

When the words came from my mouth, it was still idle. I picked up the big jar with my only spare hand and filled two large bowls of wine on the ambush.

Bamboo leaves are green, accompanied by bamboo tubes when brewing, so there is a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves in the fragrance of wine, which is more memorable.

"If I were you, why don't you have a drink! The wine of Jingxianju is indeed the best of the times. At least, it is not mixed with any excess water, and the proportion is appropriate. I casually picked up a bowl, raised my head, and drank it all. I don't know why I always feel very thirsty today.

The sword stopped the sharp edge for a moment. The red and transparent pure white are intertwined, emitting more and more dazzling light. My eyes closed slightly, because the light made people feel abnormally uncomfortable when they were close to their eyes.

The figure sat opposite me like this. When he looked at me, his vigilant eyes were cut. I smiled faintly, at least, this famous admired Hong put away his sword.

Why?

The little girl moaned slightly, and the delicate murmur made people feel pity. Between her white cheeks, because of drunkenness, are more and more ruddy and charming, like the blue and purple feeling of a girl's first love. Sweet, beautiful, and trembling. She pressed her upper lip with her lower lip and squeezed it hard.

A pair of slender palms grasped my arm even more tightly, with no sign of let go at all.

"Flower girl, your man is here!"

I looked at the girl who was still reluctant to let go of my shoulder and pinched her white and smooth goose face a little harder.

"Shuiyue, Shuiyan, you are not allowed to make trouble again, and you are not allowed to bully me while I'm sleeping, you know! Um... I love the water moon, water cigarette, you have to learn from the water moon..."

Her confused voice gradually faded again. I tried to wake her up again, but she had no reaction and fell asleep like a dead pig.

Qing Muhong looked at the girl who was attached to me, couldn't help clenching his fists in his hand, and the bowl of wine in front of him was drunk by him.

When the water drops fell, I didn't know if it was overflowing alcohol or the previous rain.

"Shuiyue, Shuili, is her personal maid, who has followed her since she has remembered. Moreover, I have never left her." He looked at me, and there was an extra layer of meaning that was difficult to catch in his eyes. "I don't know how this girl is used to it. She has been served since she was a child and can't do anything. Do you understand?"

He couldn't help wrinkle three green locks, and the longest one in the middle seemed to have extended to the position of the bridge of his nose.

"Not because of how she is used to it, but for someone, she is willing to get used to something she has never been used to." I stared at him, and the contrast between my eyes seemed to see a thrilling confrontation more than 20 years ago. I don't know if that feeling is a hallucination.

My eyebrows are as curved as willow leaves, and the sense of meticulousness is more than that of women.

He looked at me in surprise, as if he understood what I said, and as if he didn't understand. At least he wanted to say something to me, but in the end, he still gave up.

Maybe it's broken, and there will be no more topic between us.

"I'm leaving tonight. Back to the Ming world. If the girl wakes up, she will say that I'm gone and will never come back. Qing Muhong poured a bowl of wine in the jar and drank it in one gulp. If you can, please take care of her for me. I want her to be fine forever.

When he went out, his clothes were still wet, and on the floor, he could faintly see the water stains left on the corners of his clothes.

He threw a lock to me, and then laughed strangely and far-fetchedly. Next time, change a better lock.

I took over the broken lock that had been broken and weighed in my only left hand.

Why can he split the lock so easily? Didn't Yue Qinchuan say that this door had been locked by a lock made of jade Xuanbai iron? It is said that no magic weapon can cut off this lock, so it has always been the best way to imprison martial arts masters. Although Mohong Sword is a rare good sword, its workmanship is surprisingly similar to Yuxuanbai Ironmaking, but it is not possible to split this lock at once.

I played with the lock curiously and shook the lock cylinder with the internal force of one finger. Then she smiled. This is not a rare number of jade Xuanbai ironmaking, which is obviously the most ordinary iron lock.

Yue Qinchuan, I was fooled by you!

When I came to my senses again, the sound of Muhong's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor and then disappeared.

I still don't quite understand his words, and I can't understand the man in front of me. When he first entered the door, the murderous spirit on his sword front only increased. At that time, I already knew that in his heart, the status of the little girl should be irreplaceable by anyone.

If it weren't for the little girl, if it weren't for the * conference tonight, and if it hadn't been for the warm yellow light, I wouldn't have been so close to the girl, he wouldn't have been so angry. What's more, even the sceptacle of this door has been cut off by him and has become bare. His inner anxiety and tension should not be as much as before. Why does such a man bring endless harm to the little girl?

Just now, why did he choose to let me go? Is he officially entrusting the girl to me? Still, he is eager to get rid of the burden of the little girl.

All are wrong, all right. Obviously, such a concerned look is true, but at the same time it gives the greatest harm that a concerned person can do. In such a contradiction, I'm afraid the most painful is the little girl.

I still drink by myself. Tonight, I'm afraid it will be a sleepless night. He thought that the person with his arm pulled could not sleep peacefully.

Why does Qingmu Hong want to leave in such a hurry? Is it possible that there is some big ** in the Cangming world that requires him, the owner of the second world, to rush back to deal with something.

A few days ago, Shen Shutong, the deputy leader of Dongjing, who was the first killer organization, and Zuo Yanchang, the deputy leader of Xi Li, and several underground lobby owners were killed one after another, but the method was the method that the bloodless gang has always carried out. At the same time, the bloodless calendar has always been jointly kept by several deputy masters. The business record book over the years was accidentally stolen. There are even many different versions circulating in the world, in which the things recorded involve the most obscure events in martial arts, including some unknown scandals between decent people. There are countless sects involved. Between the right and the evil faction, between the right and the right faction, between the evil faction and the evil faction, large and small struggles have also begun to disperse on a small scale, and ** is even more continuous.

I suddenly remembered the sudden departure of Ye Feihuang, the owner of the door, and recently, he insisted on rushing back to the Cangming world in the rain. Did the two of them also be involved in this shocking and obscure scandal?

"Wow!"

When I slowly walked out of those ideas, I had already heard the girl screaming. I opened my eyes very reluctantly and looked at her with my mouth.

The girl and I lay on the ground in messy clothes, with four feet wrapped around each other. Most of the wine in the jar was knocked down last night and spread across the ground. The wine soaked on the thorny carpet and filled the whole room.

If it hadn't been for the wind from the door, I wouldn't have sat up from that ground. What's more, my arm seemed to be broken.

"Su Yunliutian, you bastard, why do you put your mouth so close to me!" The little girl was so violent that she almost rushed to my head and took my hair down fiercely.

Who knows about falling asleep? I didn't kiss her. Maybe she slept too soundly and rubbed against me!

I shouted unevenly, and I didn't accept such grievances. What's more, I was a pillow all night.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Why do you feel that the wind at the door is getting stronger and stronger, and the little girl suddenly stopped talking. I slowly got up and yawned, really doubting whether I was asleep or not. At that time, the door was full of people, and the good girls had already hid at the door and chattered.

He laughed and hurriedly said hello to help us close the door.

The little girl rushed forward, "Actually...this...Chihuo sister...I covered my clothes all over the floor because I couldn't find the candle yesterday, not as you think..."

The red fire stopped her mouth and closed the door straight.

There is something in this world called getting darker and darker. Since no one believes it, don't explain it.

I kept knocking on my arm as if it had been abandoned. That blush is not because no one circulates because of being suppressed overnight, but because the little girl pinched me fiercely when she dreamed last night.

She said, Qingmuhong, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you... I love you...

She said, Su Yunliutian, you are a pervert, a pervert, a pervert...

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Some feelings always change at very subtle times.

Between frivolity and persistence, that line is clear and blurred.

When it is about childhood attachment, isn't that kind of love called * love and heartbeat?

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