Chapter 227 This face, Heaven and He Gong
After writing the last word, Simajin was a little relieved and put down the ink pen.
There was a dark shadow on the wall. Simajin did not look up. While packing up the documents, he opened his mouth and said, "What else can we talk about tomorrow?"
After waiting for a long time, there was no reply. Xiaozhuli was a little unusually quiet.
"Black impermanence..."
Halfway through the words, Simajin looked up at the shadow swimming on the wall, and his face under the veil gradually became cold.
"The Legendary Master?"
Simajin is thoughtful.
The shadow on the wall smiled, peeling off inch by inch like the skin hanging on the wall, hanging on the ground, and turning into a black smoke-like man.
"Sure enough, you all know it."
Although the man was laughing, there was no expression on his face. The laughter was so weird. Shangguan Wan'er, who was about to fall asleep on the couch, shuddered and was sleepless.
"What kind of person!" Shangguan Wan'er sat up nervously and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in the small building like a ghost.
"Ghost big." The man said and looked up and down at Simajin.
Bos of black smoke overflowed from him and swaying in the small building, covering the moonlight outside the window. Within ten steps, it seemed to be another world. The secluded place and the long yellow spring were all generated in the ghost's hands and feet.
Shangguan Wan'er was stunned for a long time. It was not until the atmosphere in the building gradually became dead and quiet that a trace of panic appeared on her face. It has been less than half a month since she left her daughter's country. The experience along the way is enough for her to write a thick book. She always meets strange people, and with these people, there are dangers that she has never encountered. At first, Shangguan Waner was still a little novel, just like watching the bustle, but after a long time, when she finally realized that she had come to another completely different world, and those dangers could kill her at any time, the prime minister from her daughter's country also began to feel uneasy and afraid.
"He wants to kill us."
The cold voice came, and Shangguan Waner's heart tightened, and then she jumped, and her face had turned pale.
"You're wrong. You're the only one I want to kill."
The ghost interrupted. His eyes were firmly fixed on the seemingly calm Simajin, and his eyebrows overflowed with tyrannical.
The atmosphere in Xiaozhu became more and more strange. The ghost looked tyrannical and fierce, but she didn't take action for a long time. Shangguan Waner curled up nervously and turned pale. As for the girl sitting alone in front of the desk, she did not show any fluster from beginning to end. The plain skirt was like a branch nod in the dark ghost world. Self-elegant, not surprised by favor and humiliation.
"Aren't you afraid?"
The more he looked at Simajin, the more strange he felt, and he couldn't help asking.
"What are you afraid of?"
Simajin said lightly. After the veil, the clouds were light and the waves were not obvious, which also made Shangguan Waner's rapid heartbeat gradually calm down.
With a cold snort, the ghost laughed ferociously and shook his head and said, "Is it possible that you are still waiting for the 800 ghost troops? No matter how strong the black and impermanent yin is, it can't enter my ghost realm. The ghost army can't come, and the people of the Sima family can't come. I'm Tianpin, your Dipin, and I'm in the ghost realm again. How sure are you to beat me?
The legendary owner has a strange temperament. This ghost is even more hysterical. He is afraid that others will look down on him. Before killing, he always likes to say the truth and enjoy the sense of speed brought by the despair of the dying man, which is somewhat similar to the same strange man.
"No."
To the surprise of the ghost, Simajin admitted.
Even if she fell into a state of death, she was still as calm as ever, without any fear. She was angry and helpless.
Just as the ghost was extremely impatient and wanted to end this boring game as soon as possible, he saw the girl opposite stand up.
A look of vigilance flashed in his eyes. In order to wait for the ghost to take action, Simajin had already opened his mouth.
"When a woman kills someone, she doesn't have to fight with her life like a man."
Instead of talking to the ghost, but to Shangguan Wan'er, Simajin said so.
"The best weapon for a woman is the woman herself. Since you come to Da Kuang, you must learn the woman's way of life. A woman's sharp weapon is not weaker than a man's knife and gun, but it should not be used lightly unless you have to. If you are used to it, you will hurt yourself.
There was a different calmness in Simajin's voice, as light as the autumn moon, which came into Shangguan Waner's ears and inadvertently dispersed the suffocating breath in the ghost realm.
The breathing gradually became stable. Shangguan Waner looked at Simajin and suddenly thought of what Guida said before.
The Sima family.......
"Sima's family! This is Sima's house! Then you are..."
Shangguan Wan'er was shocked and stared at Sima Jin with a complicated look.
In a blink of an eye, her complexity was replaced by panic.
"Enough!"
Ghosts really can't stand this kind of feeling of death, but the prey doesn't care. He looked at the veiled girl thoughtfully and sneered, "Isn't that what you said is a beauty trick? Hahaha, we are all used to destroying flowers with spicy hands. If you are born beautiful, you will be happy to kill it with your own hands.
"Beauty trick?"
Simajin's voice was strange and a little ridiculous. The night was long, and she didn't bother to drag it any longer.
Raise your bare hands, as thin as jade, and turn to the veil.
I don't know why. Seeing Simajin raising his hand, the ghost's heart suddenly accelerated, and there was a trace of tension.
In a blink of an eye, he was abruptly suppressed by him and sneered. The ghost strode towards Simajin, and two cold fronts appeared in his sleeve.
In two steps, the veil fell to the ground, and the ghost stopped halfway. His hands shook, and the two cold fronts fell to the ground.
A wisp of moonlight penetrated from the close and dark world of the ghost world, followed by another wisp, two wisps, three wisps, four wisps... Tonight's moonlight is particularly bright, falling from the clouds like water, turning into all kinds of amorous feelings and piercing the ghostland in the small building, full of holes and dense.
The moon is coming out, and the best is flirting.
On the exquisite face like jade porcelain, the pupils of Yaochi's weak water were cut off in the blink of an eye, and the moon was full of boundless, tearing up the dark ghost realm.
The light was repeated in the small building, and the moon fat was like an elixir. It was obediently wrapped with green jade fingers, and then spread out to cover the girl.
Sima Jin stood quietly in the moonlight like this, looking at the ghost who was as a wooden chicken. The moon was flowing, and the beautiful peerless face was hazy, as quiet as a nine-day fairy and as charming as a peerless demon concubine.
In ancient times, the beautiful woman sank the fish and fell into the wild geese, smiled at the city, and then smiled at the country, and then the stars and the moon danced, flattering and competing for favor.
Not only did the ghost open his mouth and did not move, but even Shangguan Waner was dumbfounded.
"Kill him."
The cold voice spit out from the star-colored lips. Shangguan Waner looked at Simajin blankly and then at Gui Da. Her heart shivered and couldn't help walking to Gui Da. It was not until she picked up the dagger and stabbed into the ghost's neck that she suddenly woke up.
Her heart fluttered wildly. Shangguan Waner looked at the ghost who fell at her feet with a pale face, and the cold blood on her fingertips made her awake.
Looking back suddenly, Shangguan Waner looked at the extremely strange woman in the moonlight and couldn't open her mouth. She wanted to say something, but in an instant, the words at the mouth were scattered by self-shame for no reason.
There are such women in the world, like demons and immortals, countless times more beautiful than your majesty, indescribably beautiful...
Shangguan Wan'er held the dagger and was stunned in place, and her mind was in chaos. It was not until the veil was hung again and the bright moon faded that Shangguan Waner was relieved.
"Clean up this place."
Before Simajin sat back to the case, she looked at Shangguan Wan'er.
Shangguan Wan'er obediently dragged the ghost's corpse to the screen, wiped her hands, lowered her eyebrows and walked to Simajin's side, bowed her head and stood, as obedient as when your majesty served.
The same surname is Sima. Naturally, he is a descendant of the royal family of the Jin Dynasty. He has seen Sima Jin's face and learned that she is the identity of the royal family. The Gangchang in her bones and the inextricable awe made the confused Shangguan Wan'er involuntarily pretend to play the role of the prime minister of her daughter, but changed to a majesty.
Looking at Shangguan Wan'er strangely, Simajin ignored it. He looked at the bead chain on his wrist, holding his chin, and his eyes were confused.
"Do you want to talk to him... That's it, so that he won't be worried."
Taking out the glazed bottle, Simajin picked up the pen, hesitated for a moment, smiled, and wrote - just killed another legendary master, have you arrived at Uncle Yi's house?
The glazed bottle was thrown back, and Simajin waited quietly.
One column of incense, two columns of incense...
Half an hour, one hour...
The sky outside the Xuan window was white, and Shangguan Wan'er was drowsy.
The sandalwood burns to the root, wraps the exhausting of green smoke and dyeing it with a plain white veil, which also makes the girl's eyes hazy, a little confused and complicated. As the sandalwood burns out, it gradually condenses.
"Are you serious? Such a clumsy joke is worse than your cold joke..."
The inexplicable voice slipped out of Simajin's lips and became discrete with the blue smoke.
That year, on the East China Sea, listening to Uncle Yi tell his former story and the women who walked into his life but soon left, Simajin laughed and said that Mr. Yi was too affectionate, while Mr. Yi said that men in the world were the same, and he only hated that women's fragrances were easy to pass away like water. Then he made the bet that if Simajin meets the person he like in the future, Mr. Yi will go to "assess" first... With Mr. Yi's way of dealing with things, he can make a harmless joke at most and scare him.
"It's not..."
The messy eyes gradually became cold, flashing a self-deprecating smile. Simajin stood up, took off the bead chain and casually threw it on several cases.
I waited all night, but it seemed that I had waited for a lifetime, but I couldn't wait. Caring is chaos, and Simajin, who has always been indifferent, can't stop losing his heart.
How could she think that Mr. Yi left halfway, and An Bochen met the legendary owner who came to ambush him.
"Sima... Red brush, don't you want this bead chain?"
"If you like it, take it."
The pace is slightly sluggish, and then no longer stays.
"Where are you going?" Looking at Simajin's back, Shangguan Wan'er asked anxiously.
Yes, where are you going now?
Sima Jin muttered in her heart, raised her eyes, crossed the window lattice, crossed the deep house where she had been trapped for three years, and fell to the high-rise building with the intermittent sound of the piano.
That's all, I'll help you for the last time.
The morning wind raised the veil, and the face that made the moon and starlight dance loomed. In the pupils of the water, something seemed to be quietly passing.
This face, what is the sky? Throughout your life, which man can straighten up behind you and wait for you to look back.
Beauty is a disaster........ It is also a natural bottomless hole.
On the fireworks festival that year, the daughter of the Sima family grew up and met her ancestors. Da Kuang's only goddess looked at it for a long time, and said with joy and pity.
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( Calm down, brewing big **)