The red windows are carved with flowers, the emerald screen attracts butterflies, the lanterns hang high, the bead curtains are rolled low, and at the four corners of the hall of the luxurious building, a copper auspicious beast stove as tall as one person spits out colorful smoke of incense.
In the hall, there were cheers and chatter, and the birds were singing and dancing. From the corner of Zhikarizhen's eyes, dozens of rosewood wooden Eight Immortals tables were distributed in the hall. The prostitutes, all painted with makeup and half-dressed gauze, accompanied various guests to laugh, flirt, drink, and guess fists. The hall
There was a stage set up right in front, with a half-old Mermaid singer holding a pipa in her arms, playing and singing softly. Young girls surrounded the surroundings, waving ribbons and dancing to the music.
Hong Lianxue led Zhi Karuzhen straight through the hall, turned around the half-lit corridor, stopped in front of a dark utility room in the backyard, and opened the door silently.
An old musty smell assaulted my nostrils, and the room was quiet and dark. A ray of white moonlight vaguely showed through the small skylight facing the north. "There are many people outside, let's go in and talk." Hong Lianxue chuckled, and the door was on both sides.
Close it quietly behind the person.
"Little brother, tell sister, where are you from?" Hong Lianxue came closer, her snow-white and plump breasts exuding a sweet, feminine fragrance.
The eight-winged golden cicada suddenly made a cold cry. Zhikarizhen stared at Hong Lianxue's narrowed eyes. In the dark waves, murderous intent came towards him silently, as thin and sharp as the cold light flashing along the edge of a fingernail.
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"If I die, Fat Tiger will die too." Zhikari Zhen said calmly, and the dagger slipped into the palm of his hand.
"What did you do to him?" Hong Lianxue's words froze, and her sudden killing intent suddenly stopped, and she lurked beside Zhikarizhen, like a poisonous snake that wanted to bite her.
"I saved Brother Fat Tiger's life. He has a sincere relationship with me. How could I do anything to him?" Zhi Shouzhen looked calm. The Eight-winged Golden Cicada clearly sensed Hong Lianxue's ups and downs of mental fluctuations. Her left foot
The turbid Qi that was ready to attack, the tense muscles of his right arm, the orchid jade fingers that were raised like sharp blades... He suddenly understood why Zhang Wujiu could still pursue accurately with the pure Qi of the Jade Emperor Xuan Qiong when his back was turned to him.
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This is the spiritual induction of refining the spirit and returning to the void. It is a pair of eyes transformed by spiritual power.
"Then what do you mean?" Hong Lianxue's murderous intention subsided slightly.
Refining qi and restoring the spirit! With the help of the witch spirit, Zhi Shouzhen roughly sensed Hong Lianxue's cultivation level, and felt even more at ease. The three-kill machine Sword Qi had already taken shape, and coupled with the witch spirit's unparalleled spiritual induction,
With Yao Ni's huge essence as his backing, even if he is an opponent who refines his energy and becomes a god, he is still able to fight.
"Sister Xue has been taking care of Brother Fat Tiger for many years, right?" Zhi Shou asked in a leisurely manner.
"Stop talking nonsense." Hong Lianxue's voice was as cold as snow.
"Sister Xue, you can take care of Fat Hu for ten or twenty years, but can you protect him for the rest of his life? After all, Fat Hu needs to walk his own path. He will have his own friends and his own way of living. Today,
You can kill me, but what about the future? Do you want Fat Tiger to live alone all his life?"
"A friend with ulterior motives like you?"
"When we first meet, how can Sister Xue say that I have no good intentions towards Fat Tiger?"
"You look like a ruthless kid." Hong Lianxue sneered, "I've been running Yihongyuan for so many years, and the men I've seen are like crucian carp crossing the river. I've never seen these two tricks.
Missed it!"
"I saved Fat Hu and repaid evil with kindness. This is an indisputable fact. Sister Xue can ask brother Fat Hu." Zhi Shou said seriously, "Sister Xue, you want to kill me because you think Fat Hu is simple-hearted and worry about him.
You were used by me to get involved in right and wrong. But have you ever thought about why Fat Tiger went to the rope bridge to rob you without telling you?"
Hong Lianxue was moved by his words and couldn't help but ask: "Why?"
Zhikarizhen said in a deep voice: "Because he has grown up. He is like a young eagle, eager to break away from the protective wings of the mother's nest and attack the wider sky. If you kill me, what will Fat Tiger think? He will
Doubt yourself, doubt you! What's the difference between breaking his wings and killing him? That's why I said, if I die, Fat Tiger will die too."
"What a sharp tongue!" Hong Lianxue was silent for a moment and sneered, "I'm afraid Fat Tiger will be sold by you, and he will still count the money for you."
Zhi Kaizhen smiled slightly, and the witch spirit sensed that the murderous intention of the other party was weakening. "Sister Xue, with all due respect, you are not Fat Tiger's mother after all, and you have no right to make decisions for a grown man!"
Hong Lianxue's expression suddenly changed, and her murderous intent surged: "Boy, you are looking for death!"
Zhi Shouzhen said calmly, deliberately irritating Hong Lianxue: "Beauty, who is seeking death is still uncertain." Reasoning can only be used to convince the other party for a while. Only force can be used to make this beautiful woman who has seen countless people truly fear her. Hong Lianxue lightly scolded and pounced, her left palm reached out of her sleeves, and struck towards Zhikarizhen. Her nails were like crystal ice knives, flashing in the darkness. Her other hand was shrunk in her sleeve, seemingly motionless, echoing in secret. Zhi Shou is really on tiptoe, retreating quickly, like floating clouds, without any smoke and fire. This is exactly the "Lightening Body Technique of Moving Clouds and Flowing Water" taught by Qingfeng.
Hong Lianxue's finger knife passed in front of him. She raised her left elbow, raised the finger knife from bottom to top, and lifted Zhikarima's chin. The moves were skillful, the changes were smooth, leaving no flaws. Zhikarima retreated again.
, the finger knife swipes downwards, chasing Zikari Zhen like a shadow.
Zhikari Zhen moved his body and retreated to the wall. The finger knife suddenly accelerated and penetrated Zhikari Zhen's chest, making a sharp sound of breaking wind.
Zhikarizhen leaned his back against the wall and moved his body horizontally. "Crack--" The finger knife was inserted into the wall, holes were opened in the adobe, and mud powder fell rustlingly.
Taking advantage of the moment when Hong Lianxue's movements were sluggish, she sent out the short dagger, stabbing the opponent directly under the ribs. Hong Lianxue shook the sleeve of her right hand, cutting, poking, flicking, flicking, hooking, and striking with the dagger in a dizzying manner. "Ding, ding, ding, ding -" Zhikarizhen unfolded the sword style of the Snow Night Palace Banquet, and used the short dagger to seize the opportunity. He was fast and accurate, attacking the enemy without fail, forcing Hong Lianxue to retreat, and her right hand was tired of parrying.
The left hand never found a chance to get into the ring.
"Hiss!" The cold light from the tip of the dagger flashed, and the sound of cracking silk came out. Red Lingxue's Luo Shang split at the shoulder level, revealing a plump and white shoulder. At the moment when her color suddenly changed, and the turbid air was about to erupt, Zhixue
Karizhen sprinkles and then withdraws, just like running water pouring down, freehand and freehand.
"Sister Yuki, I don't mean any harm, how about we just leave it at that?" Zakari's dagger retracted into his cuff.
"Let's stop here? Brat, you dare to eat my tofu!" Hong Lianxue clenched her teeth in hatred, her hands moved up and down together, as if holding a pipa in her arms, and her nails moved back and forth, making the sound of a pipa. "Are you Dunhuang?" Zhikarizhen stared at the crimson mark that appeared on the other person's forehead, and was quite surprised. The mark was shining brightly, shaped like a graceful dancing goddess with a pipa in her arms and flying skirts, which was the unique symbol of the Dunhuang clan. The Dunhuang people originally lived in the wilderness: the men are majestic and tall, proficient in carving and painting; the women are beautiful and graceful, good at singing and dancing with musical instruments. Eight hundred years ago, the entire Dunhuang clan defected because they could not bear the slavery of the Yu tribe. Most of the Dunhuang people died in the hands of the Yu tribe sword fairies.
After being chased, the remaining ones fled into the most desolate and vast desert, and their traces have been elusive since then.
"Dunhuang..." Hong Lianxue's eyes dimmed slightly, and then she said in a cold voice, "It's none of your business! Boy, you can't protect yourself now, and you still have time to spare..."
Halfway through her words, her eyes suddenly blurred, and Zhi Qingzhen suddenly rushed towards her, just as she was confused and distracted by her words.
"琤——" The clear and exciting pipa sound echoed in the small room. In a hurry, Hong Lianxue's turbid air burst out, and an invisible sound wave popped out along the fingertips. It missed the target slightly, and shot past Zhikarizhen's temples, hitting the target.
On the old mirror stand in the corner, there was a "crash" sound, and the copper lens pieces shattered.
Zhikarizhen was already approaching, and the short dagger flashed through a cold light, stabbing Hong Lianxue straight into the left neck. The latter had no time to parry, raised her calves forward, swung her waist back, and raised her delicate body into a curved arc like a dance,
While dodging the dagger light, he flung out his sleeves. The hidden cuffs were like snakes coming out of their holes, shaking out wonderful circles and wrapping around Zikari's waist and legs.
Suddenly, another dagger light swept from the right, intersecting with the cold light that had been pierced before, shaped like jade scissors. Hong Lianxue's delicate body stiffened, and the cold dagger edge was placed on her jade neck, pressing it without firing.
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At the same time, Hong Lianxue's sleeves wrapped around Zhikarizhen's waist, causing him to stagger forward and lay on Hong Lianxue's plump chest. Their skins were touching, their eyes were facing each other, and they were so close that they could hear each other.