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He raised his head to look at the time and it was almost time. He turned around and walked into the morning sun. The thin golden light spread out and enveloped him, and his majestic back disappeared into the forest.
The sky was still full of sun in the morning, but after noon the sky gradually became gloomy, as if it was about to rain heavily. A young man sitting under the corridor in the bamboo forest was leaning on the railing casually. The blue and white porcelain cup in his hand was actually made from the barbarian Hong tribe.
The celadon-glazed Yangzhong style is of the highest quality.
However, he seemed unaware of the preciousness of the tea cup in his hand. He circled along the edge of the tea cup, looking into the distance with blurred eyes. His dark glazed eyes were radiant under the dark sky. The young man's outline had obviously become longer, and his chin was even slimmer.
She is tall and slender, her brows and eyes are as gentle as jade, and the shallow smile at the corner of her mouth is full of charm.
There were countless lush forests in front of the bamboo house, and the sound of rustling leaves followed soon after. The peaceful afternoon was broken by a sharp roar, and the sword light struck from the darkness, stabbing the young man's position fiercely.
The young man just smiled slightly and didn't move much. The next second, he was several feet away, with a cup full of nectar in his hand without spilling a drop.
Seeing that the sword failed to succeed, the assassin in black didn't care about the second sword that followed him blankly. The momentum of the second sword was even more thunderous, carrying Shuodong's cold and murderous intent.
There was a crisp sound, and a pair of slender and white fingers that were even longer than a woman easily clamped the end of his sword. The young man seemed helpless: "Wusa, I told you that you can't hurt me with your current ability.
Half a point."
The man in black, known as Wu Sa, did not say a word, and without stopping the sword in his hand, he danced a set of hidden dragons rising from the water with great precision, but the moves were not fatal.
Dong Yanqi sighed softly as he dodged. He folded a piece of green bamboo and turned around to lift the veil of the man in black, revealing a delicate face. He was not much older than Dong Yanqi.
A beauty mark is like the finishing touch, and such a handsome young man suddenly has a certain charm, just like his name, dancing saxophone, dancing the dance of national subjugation.
The black gauze danced with the wind and fell gently on the ground. He looked at the young man opposite him through the flying leaves as if he were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. He felt so sad in his heart that he couldn't let out a sullen breath.
Dong Yanqi still smiled, the green bamboo in his hand touched the ground, his white robe danced in the wind, his face was as handsome as the moon, and his eyes seemed to be able to capture the soul, "It is not a wise move to assassinate me today."
Wu Sa lowered her head, not daring to raise her head to look at him, and bit her lip in silence.
Dong Yanqi was not in a hurry to punish him. He picked up the wine in his right hand and took a slow sip. His eyes moved. When he saw the gorgeous fireworks blooming in the sky, the smile on his lips deepened and he lost the green bamboo.
He said to Wu Sa: "Let's go to the theater with me."
It's Feiyu's fault that he is slow to update his text and makes everyone wait o(n_n)o~ Feiyu has worked very hard to code words...