She looked at the force and speed with which the bamboo leaves were cut, and nodded with satisfaction. Luan Yuqing's body finally got in tune with her soul, and her hand regained its original strength.
A gleaming luster appeared in her silent eyes. The moment she held her right wrist with her left hand, she looked at the scar with a sneer. Who knew that she is the top professional killer among modern killers who prefers to kill with her left hand. Although, she
The right hand can also kill people, but usually it only plays a supporting role, and the real fatal moves are precisely on the left hand.
Because of this, at many critical moments, people who were as skilled as her, or even better than her, died without exception from her accidental left-hand sword.
Her lips curled up slightly, and there was a coldness between her brows and eyes. She clapped her hands and threw away the bamboo branch. Then she stepped out and stepped on the scattered bamboo leaves on the ground.
Fang Qing's footsteps stopped, and her sensitive ears detected a strange smell.
It came from that direction. Her eyes darkened, and a murderous look flashed across her indifferent pupils.
Deep in the bamboo forest, on the clear water of Silver Moon Lake, the water is sparkling and the moonlight shines, creating a beautiful silver halo, circle after circle.
Fang Qing leaned behind the boulder to detect the strange smell. Suddenly, there was a crash on the water, and a beautiful figure with a strong body appeared strung out.
At this moment, his black and soft black hair was stained with water drops, giving off a sexy and lazy beauty. He was floating up and down on the water, and his faint jade skin reflected the dazzling moisture under the moonlight.
The jade-white light feels like it breaks with a finger, as tender as a baby. On the eyebrows of the flying smoke moon, there are three flame marks that are bewitching and burning, like red plums in the cold snow, extremely charming, and like the power of fireworks, burning everything.
Under the misty moon's eyebrows, there is a pair of breathtaking ice-blue eyes. When silent, they are as deep as the sea and as bright as sapphires. Their luster is moving and extremely clear. Occasionally, when they chuckle, the ice-blue luster
Soft and soft like cotton wool, if you touch your hand, it will be as fascinating and sinking as the spring flowers and autumn rain.
Then looking down, under the high bridge of the nose that shines with the cold light of ice and snow, there are flawless and charming thin lips, with a charming smile that seems to be absent from time to time, arousing people's infinite reverie.
Fang Qing stared at his face, and she suddenly felt her heartbeat skip a beat. Her indifferent eyes, which were motionless, showed a look of astonishment at this moment.
To be honest, he was so beautiful. Really, very beautiful. It was the kind of beauty she had never seen in her life. She was so beautiful that Fang Qing didn't know how to describe him. She just felt that he was so beautiful that it shocked her soul. He was so beautiful.
It made people stop involuntarily.
He is like a fairy boy stepping on the light clouds, who cannot be blasphemed, and also like an evil spirit who accidentally steps into the world, with a somewhat charming atmosphere. When he is bright and clear, he is like the dewdrops rolling on the lotus leaves in the early morning.
Like the warm sunshine in the winter afternoon, when he is evil and enchanting, he is like the magma flowing in the rocks, and like the fireworks bursting into flames. He is arrogant with calmness, charming with purity, dual temperament, bizarre but harmonious
The earth is unified in his body, making people love and fear him, respect him and despise him.
He is definitely a disaster, a monster that brings disaster to the city and the country.
She was shocked by his beauty and almost lost her usual composure. Fortunately, her natural instinctive reaction during the dark training made her regain her senses in an instant.
She smelled that unusual scent again. It felt so oppressive that she couldn't breathe, and it seemed to be gently tugging at her heartstrings. This person was dangerous! Absolutely dangerous!
An idea flashed in her mind, and she suddenly thought of the man in white wearing a cloak. As soon as she thought of that man, she turned around and left quickly. The pace of leaving was so fast and the appearance of leaving was so hasty that even she herself was stunned.
Didn't notice it.
She only felt a ray of light following closely behind her, and the light made her feel like a needle on her back.
It is a kind of instinctive aversion, retreat, and even a trace of fear toward hunting bloodthirsty that surges in the blood in the body.
The enchanting man stared at the shadow that gradually turned white in the night. He closed his eyes lazily and charmingly and sank into the water. In the clear and translucent water world, his flawless lips quivered slightly.
The playful charm.
When he was free, his figure was hazy and enchanting, and his black hair drifted away with the waves, as vague and swaying as a cloud of smoke.
Then, he screamed——
Like a flying fish, he strung out of the water, stepped on the lake, and flew ashore. He picked up a crescent robe hanging on a bamboo branch and stuck it tightly to his slender body.
He had just finished dressing up when Huo Gang came towards the wind with a sword. He knelt down on one knee and reported. "Young Master, Gong Ziyu has arrived."
"I know." He finished his words.
A gust of wind was heard, and his figure disappeared into the bamboo forest by the lake. It seemed as if he had never been here before, but the wind blew up and the bamboo leaves fluttered, seeming to tell him that he had indeed stopped here.
Huo Gang stood on the edge of the lake, facing the morning breeze blowing through the bamboo leaves. His calm eyes suddenly shone brightly, and at this moment, infinite pride surged in his heart.