Chapter 206

The spring breeze blew for several days, but it could not warm the earth.

As the saying goes, Rome wasn't built in a day. The light snow just now was winter. I told old four: Sir, I haven't gone away yet. Don't think you can't wrestle if you wear shiny new leather shoes.

When the old four, who was swearing in a low voice, walked down the bluestone bridge, one didn't notice and fell on the snow.

Unlike rain wrestling, falling in the snow can't dirty new clothes at least. At most, when old four got up, he fell hard again because of the attack of alcohol strength, and Venus rose in front of him.

"Thief, God, do the right thing with me!"

He closed his eyes and shook his head. The fourth was cursing and holding his hands on the ground. He was about to get up, but his eyes stood all the time -- on the snow under the street lamp, you can see everything, even a small ant, let alone a pair of bright red embroidered shoes.

Embroidered shoes?

How could a pair of embroidered shoes appear in the snow in the middle of the night?

Seeing that it was a pair of embroidered shoes, the old four made a buzzing sound in his head: grandma, I met a ghost!

The old city is called the old city because it has existed long enough.

Wherever the word "old" can be worn, there are usually legends left by the older generation.

Red embroidered shoes are basically synonymous with female ghosts, which is suitable for female owners in any ghost story.

The fourth with straight eyes looked up slowly like a fool.

A pair of shins without silk stockings, crystal white and greasy, with the temptation of old four to have nosebleed.

If this is not a temptation, is it a beautiful young woman wearing only a pair of embroidered shoes and a white gauze dance dress who shows her body like Epiphyllum when the wind blows her clothes?

In particular, the beautiful young woman is as beautiful as a flower, with a frivolous and demon smile on her face, and her voice is soft. The soft makes the old four have some unhealthy thoughts in an instant: "brother, are you okay? Come on, I'll help you up. "

A hand carved like a congealed white jade held the old four's arm as the young woman bent down, which made him see the beautiful scenery that all men wanted to see from the low neckline of the dance dress.

The old four's soul came out of his body, floated on the street lamp pole, watched the beautiful young woman gently help the old four up from the snow, and beat the snow on him like his wife.

"I, I'm fine."

When old four said these words, his soul came back.

People without souls cannot speak.

There is no hearing. I can hear my teeth chattering.

Ghost.

Female ghost, gorgeous ghost!

The idea suddenly sprang up in the old four's mind, and then he fell to his knees with a puff, kowtowed and cried, "spare me! What do you lack over there? I'll burn it for you tomorrow! I have an 80 year old mother and a three-year-old child -- woo, woo! "

The gorgeous ghost was moved by the old four's piety. He didn't stick out his long tongue and pinch his neck like those hateful scary ghosts in the ghost film. He just giggled and asked with a low smile: "don't be afraid, brother. I just want to ask you for a person's address."

"Who, who is that man?"

The fourth said quickly, "as long as he lives here in the old city, there is nothing I don't know."

"His name is Fang Yuan."

"Square?"

"Don't you know him? I left home more than ten years ago and came back last year... "

"Ah, ah, I see. It's the boy from the old Fang family in the old alley. I know, know, but I'm not familiar!"

The fourth suddenly thought of who the square was.

"Which alley is he in?"

"Right there, the alley 200 meters ahead, the innermost gate facing south, is his home."

The fourth said, straightening up and raising his hand to point to Fang Yuan's house, he found that the gorgeous ghost wearing red embroidered shoes was gone, as if he had never appeared.

"Amitabha, God bless me. I'll burn paper for you when I get home..."

After kneeling there for a long time, the fourth suddenly jumped up, held his head in his hands and ran home. From time to time, he looked back for fear that the gorgeous ghost would catch up again.

Chen Wanyue won't chase the fourth. The man is more than forty years old. He is not handsome and full of big yellow teeth. Compared with the square in deep sleep, he is in a poor state.

Standing in front of the square window, Chen Wanyue looked at the room curiously.

There was an old yellow photo on the head of the bed. The family of three was taken in the first grade when Fang Yuan was eight years old.

When I was a child, I looked very clever and quiet like a little girl.

Compared with Fang Tianming with a knife and axe carving, Fang Yuan looks more like her mother fan Yingying. Otherwise, there would be no little white face that fascinates women.

However, the old people say that boys are too handsome. Generally, there will be disaster if they hit.

Fang Yuan's current experience fully proves that this sentence is quite reasonable.

"Well, don't pretend to sleep. I don't believe you don't know I'm coming or I turn on the light."

Chen Wanyue said softly and sat down on the edge of the Kang.

Fang Yuan still closed his eyes and slept soundly.

Just as her mother was more like a lover, Chen Wanyue raised her cold hand and slowly put it on his face.

Fang Yuan opened his eyes reluctantly, but then closed them and murmured, "I'm in a bad mood now. Don't provoke me, OK?"

"When people come so far to see you, they say this to people?"

Chen Wanyue pursed her red lips slightly, then smiled, raised her quilt and drilled in like a snake.

Whether she was a person or a ghost, she only wore a white gauze dance dress on a snowy night, and her body would be frozen cold. After being pasted on her warm body, he instinctively shivered.

No one can sleep at ease after being held by a beautiful young woman like ice.

Fang Yuan didn't drive her away. He just sighed and opened his eyes again: "what's the matter? Say, and then go quickly."

"Is this the prelude?"

Chen Wanyue murmured. Her hands swam around her, cold but greasy. It was like a snake looking for its habitat and finding the most suitable place before it stopped.

"Do you believe it or not, I'm trying to restrain the impulse to put you on?"

Fang Yuan turned over and turned his back to Chen Wanyue: "if you don't believe it, move again."

Chen Wanyue did not dare to move any more. At most, she just pasted her body on his back: "I'm here to tell you not to leave Xia Xiaoyun."

"But I left and decided."

"You have to change your mind."

"What if I don't change?"

Before waiting for Chen Wanyue, Fang Yuan turned over again, looked at her and said with a smile, "will you tell me that she will die?"

"You are always so clever that you fascinate me."

Chen Wanyue giggled, arched into his arms and asked in a low voice, "can't you hold me? Don't do anything, let me find the happiest sense of belonging. "

Fang Yuan didn't refuse Chen Wanyue's request. She put her hand around her and let her rest in her armpit. She wrapped her quilt carefully. Then she asked, "can we talk about business now?"

"I've been talking about business."

After a happy sigh, Chen Wanyue closed her eyes and murmured, "I know she disappointed you today. But you have to forgive her. She's still a child -- and if she dies, your parents will die. "

Fang Yuan felt that the blood vessel at the forehead suddenly burst.

"I know what you want to ask, but it's just how I know these things. Actually, I didn't know that until tonight. Now that I know, I came to tell you. As for Xiaoyun's relationship with your parents and why her safety will involve their life and death, I don't know. "

Chen Wanyue's voice became lower and lower, as if he was talking in his sleep: "don't force me, you're a good man, aren't you?"

Fang Yuan didn't answer immediately.

Just after Chen Wanyue's breath was even, he said, "you gave her the stone she got and taught her to say that to me, didn't you?"

"Well -- but I know, not a little more than her."

Chen Wanyue gave a low, um, and said, "in fact, you should know that by virtue of the pair of juxtaposed flowers on the other side of your body, it proves that your destiny is tightly intertwined. No matter how unwilling you are, you are the shadow of her life. From the day you meet, you will never leave."

I don't know why, when Chen Wanyue mentioned the shadow, Fang Yuan thought of a sharp knife.

After moving, Fang Yuan said, "actually, I had a shadow before, you know?"

"I don't know."

"My shadow is powerful --"

"I see."

"Do you know who my shadow is?"

"The edge of the sword rises, and the skillful hand falls to the ground empty and empty."

Chen Wanyue said, "apart from Kunlun, who can deserve to be the shadow of the stolen saint?"

"As long as I let out a word and let my shadow come back, no matter who you are or how powerful your master is, I can't escape the knife."

Speaking of this, there was a bright light in Fang Yuan's narrowed eyes: "I can't escape that knife myself, if my shadow wants to kill me."

"But you won't let your shadow do this before your parents come back."

Chen Wanyue didn't mean much to be afraid, although she knew Fang Yuan wasn't scaring her.

If we say that the saint thief is the most haunted king of thieves in the past 500 years. So Kunlun is the most powerful killer in the past 500 years.

Up to now, Fang Yuan has never seen anyone who can avoid Kunlun's knife - Kunlun murder never needs to strike a second knife against the same person.

The wronged souls who died under that strange knife are enough to row from Naihe bridge to Fengdu city.

But now, when Fang Yuan feels the loneliest, Kunlun can only stand on the exotic cliffs, stare in this direction and wait for his call.

Thinking of Kunlun, Fangyuan had a great sense of loneliness again. Subconsciously, he hugged the woman in his arms and murmured, "don't go, sleep with me."

"Yes."

Chen Wanyue gently agreed. When he gently put his right leg in embroidered shoes on his waist, he stretched out his white jade like right arm and turned off the lamp.

The night calmed down again. Only the small northeast wind outside the window is still wandering between heaven and earth. It seems that children who can't find home are particularly lonely and eager to be accompanied.

The night with company can always make people sleep more at ease.

Fang Yuan didn't slowly open his eyes until the sun showed his red smiling face from the East.

Chen Wanyue in her arms has disappeared, just like the northeast wind outside stopped at more than five o'clock in the morning, leaving only the unique body fragrance of mature women.

More like a dream.

At more than nine o'clock, Fang Yuan came out of the house, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and said with emotion: "God is definitely a woman. It snowed last night and it's sunny today."