94 Why do women embarrass women

"Yanshi Yuan Sansan?" He turned over his long legs and sat on the Eight Immortals table with his legs crossed. "I haven't seen you for many years. Your problem of talking too much should not be corrected. Why did you see me, but you split up and didn't want to show up?"

The jacket looked up and saw the feet hanging on the beam.

Yanshi Yuan Sansan, a descendant of the Cangyun school of Mujiashu, is the most exquisite craftsmanship of the producer. It is spread in the world that it is "only no different from living people", and it can be controlled remotely and accurately thousands of miles away. The strangeness is far more ecable. The disciples of the Mo school of the Mo family think that this kind of machine skill is an evil skill that injects the soul of the living. He criticizes and excludes it, and the Cangyun Mujia is gradually despised by the world.

It is not tolerated by the world, and the Cangyun school has also disappeared. Until recent years, a woman named Yuan Sansan, who claimed to be the descendant of Cangyun Mujia, came back to the world with her unique skills and did not restrain herself. She competed in Yangzhou City, defeated the top ten masters of the chivalrous list in three days, and became famous for a while.

Yuan Sansan became popular for a few days, and then disappeared in the world again. It is said that she was killed by her enemies with a peerless craft that could be passed on in the future. What killed her was not her peerless skills, but her talkative sharp mouth.

"It's really irresponsible. Three years ago, you performed at the Zhouji Tea House, and I still remember it vividly. Is fake death interesting? I changed my identity, changed my name, changed my appearance, and succumbed to living in the courtyard of the deep house as a slave maidservant for a descendant of the world - even I was ashamed of you!"

After a lot of excitement, the man on the beam finally jumped down. His face is neither red nor white nor emotion, and his attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, which is unpredictable. Compared with the amazing organs she made, she is more like an unqualified inferior product.

It should have been broken a long time ago.

The sharp claws of the jacket were taken out of Mei's arms. Ah, the hot and bloody heart... When we first met, she half-jokingly and half-seriously said that her organs were alive.

After saying hello for a long time, it turned out to be a waste of emotion.

The jacket was gently pushed, and the body with a real touch fell straight to the ground, "crackling" and fell into a pile of pieces of wood and iron.

It's really a bad quality product. It's too inauthentic to treat old friends with this kind of goods - is it also learned from Wuling Chun?

What's the matter? The friendship between women and women is unreliable these days.

"Papa." The jacket was slapped three times before he saw a figure slowly paing down the stairs. Hu Mei, compared with her previous identity, Yuan Sansan, is much more mediocre, and she is much more lazy. It is better to be much better at the level of playing organs, otherwise she will be disappointed.

"I didn't expect it to be you. Fireworks fall on the jacket, all in one. The jacket is an enemy, but the fireworks are friends. The master ordered us not to kill you.

The plum's face was sad. What is this regretful expression?

"Oh, no matter what happens, whatever you hear, you will tell it out. You don't have the door on your mouth. It seems that you have fallen into your mother's womb."

Luo Yu narrowed his eyes with a smile, and a few crystal beads under the corners of his eyes were like waves: "How about it? I haven't seen you for a long time. Have I become beautiful?"

The sound of cicadas is cut. After a moment of silence, Mei looked at her and then slowly said, "It's become beautiful. Based on what I know about you, the more heart hurts you are, the thicker your makeup will be. Look at your current face, it's so thick that it can't be opened. It seems that you are terminally ill and hopeless.

This time it's his turn to be silent. No wonder this mouth will lead to the disaster of killing. It's still light to kill her. She deserves to die.

"Ha ha, although you speak a little less than before, you are still as refreshing as ever."

It is said that the female population is wrong. It turns out that women are the same for women. Luo jacket has a lot of questions in his heart now. But...

Mei completely walked down the stairs. Unlike Wumei's tight killer suit, Hemei only wears the clothes of a daily maid. The light ochre collar skirt is no longer full of extra accessories, and only a silver phoenix hairpin on the bun is overflowing, which is eye-catching.

The silver phoenix hairpin is popular in Shidong, Miaojiang. Like the chiseled silver hairpin worn by Wumei, it is the same ornament in southern Xinjiang, which is given by Wulingchun. Unlike Wumei's cherishing treasure, the silver phoenix hairpin on her head can be seen for special purposes other than the decoration.

The jacket observed the silver phoenix hairpin with a smile. Its shape is a ridge bird with melons and rice hanging ears, and a pair of butterflies are supported with silver silk on its wings. You can make such a delicate and meticulous thing into a mechanism... Youmei really has a way.

Let it go. Luo jacket's eyes left the silver phoenix hairpin and immediately shot directly into the eyes of the plum. This is provocation.

"I don't understand. What on earth do you want to do?"

The door of the hall is open and the window is open. As soon as the wind passed, he lifted the handkerchief in Hu Mei's hand. She stood with her hands holding the handkerchief, and she didn't look like a powerful teacher.

What a disappointment. The jacket has lost interest and patience.

"Nothing to do. Why did I do this? Nan Gezi knows best.

The fallen jacket is slightly frowned, and the murderous and beautiful. That weak genius really threatens the wrong person.

That's what he said. As long as she gives up Ying Taiping, he won't tell Yan Lixi her secret.

What about the result? What happened later? As soon as she left, he ran to Daihua Mountain with his back foot and told all his guesses to Yan Lixi!

How could she believe in Nangezi? He is the enemy, and he is a man!

So, she is here for revenge.

"I really want to know. But you don't need to answer--" The jade-scarved index finger slipped down her cheek and gently raised her jaw. "Is it Yuan Sansan, the teacher of Cangyun Yan, or is it just a man from her hand?"

She said that she had to judge by herself, but it was not easier to understand this than to deal with Wumei just now.

First of all, she is not poisoned, which means that she is inanimate. So is she an organ person? If so, how to explain her previous sentence "everyone has real life"?

I don't want to waste time competing with wooden magnets. She is only interested in killing people.

The plum's jaw suddenly lifted and broke free from the hand of the jacket. The jacket only felt that the silver light in front of him was dazzling, and there were only two flying silver butterflies in his vision, and there was nothing else!

Is she going to break her martial arts directly?

The red skirt of the jacket was about to fly again, but her eyes were like cutting the cold autumn, but she didn't blink, as if she didn't feel the sharp pain of the light of the silver butterfly.

"My organ is the same as your poison. There is no place you can't reach!" Yan Mei coldly looked at the silver butterfly burning in her eyes like a spark. I'm sorry, Luojia, I've broken your martial arts.

Although they used to drink and talk happily at first sight. Playing songs after getting drunk, scolding this or short-sighted, or drifting with the tide of the world, although it is only a few fates, in the vast sea of people, you can meet a person who is as unique as himself, regardless of the vision of the world, dedicated to what he wants in his heart. The meaning of this fateful meeting for life is far from being measured by the length of time. .

However, after the enemy was chased for thousands of miles, everything became different. She had no time to take away except the machine skills she remembered in her mind. She ran away alone and fled all the way from Yangzhou to the land of the north. Those terrible people are haunted. She is exhausted in the center of fear, fatigue and resentment. She is hungry and does not ask for food, but only dies.

In life, even if you have high skills and ambitions, you can't completely leave the secular world and do whatever you want.

That kind of desire that is not bound by any restraint is just a wish after all.

Now she is not living for herself at all. The invincible Yuan Sansan has been dead for a long time. Now there is only He Mei, a maidservant, and also a teacher, who lives for his savior, Wu Lingchun.

Wu Mei lowered her head. She bowed her head, really bowed her head.

"Oh--"

Butterflies fight the fire, and the sacrificial sound of a pair of silver wings is like a crystal. Yan Mei looked straight into Luoyu's eyes, but Luoyu couldn't look at her aggressively as she did just now.

Her closed eyes were bloody, and her lips were red as if she were dripping blood, or blood.

The jacket sneered. The feeling just now is right. These days, even the friendship between women and women is unreliable.

Without eyes, there is no martial arts. It is also difficult to carry out ordinary poisoning without vision.

Mei came to the jacket. She bent down, picked up the silver butterfly soaked in the pool of blood, and inserted it back into the silver phoenix on her head.

Silver phoenix, ridge bird... In the legend of Miaojiang, it is a bird that keeps flying all its life, flying farther and farther, and higher...

Ha ha, I will choose this kind of bird as an organ. Is it really heartless? Is she really willing to be a slave, abandon her ideals, and dedicate all the Cangyun organs she has learned all her life to the six princes?

"Ha ha, Uchi Mei... Do you know how much I want to open my eyes and see you again. I want to see how you win with machine skills. Do you have even a half of the spirit in the past? I think you don't..."

Luo Jia suddenly realized that she had become a blind man like Nan Gezi.

Nothing can be seen. When killing people in the future, you must have too much fun. And... I can't see him anymore. Humph...

"I hope you can retreat." Umey turned around and said, "Otherwise..."

Is that the end?

Luojia felt a heavy sigh in the bottom of Mei's heart. Not only sighing at others, but also regrets herself.

What does it look like!

A nameless anger ignited in the heart of the jacket, just like the hot summer wind. Where is Yuan Sansan, who dared to declare war on the whole world? Now standing here, the maid's makeup is low, and the waste that can't even kill people completely. Who is it?

Wu Lingchun, is this the change you have caused to others? Although you saved her life, you also completely killed her heart!

It's really disappointing! There is no need to put up with it, and there is no need to wait any longer!

The jacket suddenly opened his eyes. With her back to her words, Mei turned around quickly as if she had noticed her eyes.

It's too late.