Chapter 1438

What did Mobei look like before? Yamahara EMI has seen her photos from intelligence materials.

At that time, the north of the desert was a small yellow flower.

If the devil wants to become a man, as long as he looks at her, he will have pity to protect her all his life. It doesn't take much effort.

At that time, in terms of simplicity, even Qin Xiaobing, who was pure in nature, had to bow to the disadvantage. Beauty, sexy and charming would become so secular in front of absolute innocence.

"At least, you are not as beautiful as me."

Yamahara smiled and looked up and down at the north of the desert: "your figure has gone out of shape. Although your face is much better than ordinary people, it's much worse than a real beauty."

"I will be more beautiful than you."

Mobei still said coldly, "it won't take long, but you can't see it."

"Why don't you say that after you saw me, you lost the chance to become beautiful forever?"

When yamahara EMI smiled happily, her slender waist twisted left and right, and the two snow-white jade cups trembled -- although it was just a seemingly ordinary "flower branches trembling" action, her whole body gave off a seductive smell of "flying" in an instant.

This flirtatious atmosphere is somewhat like the temperament of Xia Xiaoyun wearing those embroidered shoes. No man can resist it, and even women will be distracted.

Mobei frowned and asked, "is this the 'flower branches trembling' in ninja?"

Huazhiluanchuan is an adjective that describes the beautiful appearance of a beautiful woman when she smiles. It is an adjective that represents commendation at any time, but it is also a trick in Oriental Ninja to confuse the enemy's mind by relying on her body. Its name is huazhiluanchuan.

"Well, how can you know that the flowers tremble?"

Yamahara EMI was surprised. He didn't pretend.

"Do it."

Mobeibei didn't answer the question of Shanyuan Baidai. He slowly stepped back and raised his right hand. A cold star slipped rapidly to the tip of the knife on the narrow blade, as if there was a light sound of Ding, blooming a bright star.

Staring at the tip of the long knife, yamahara EMI narrowed his eyes slightly for a moment, and then whispered, "you must live or die. Do you have any last words to leave? If I can get out of Lop Nur alive, I will convey it for you. "

"I won't die."

Mobei's face was expressionless: "what about you? You should have something to say to each other?"

"Yes."

Yamahara's smile on his face converged and said after a moment of silence, "tell him that I actually regret it. I hope he can forgive me."

"He won't forgive you."

Mobei hesitated and said, "because no matter what you do, he won't care."

"Hehe, you don't understand, because you're not a man."

Yamahara EMI chuckled again. Before the laughter fell, her body suddenly unfolded. She held the knife in both hands and gave a long shrill roar in her mouth. Bai Huahua's body turned into an illusion and cleaved the best knife in her life against the night wind!

Windward, cut with a knife!

The sound of miso is like the sound of dead branches blown by the cold wind when they cross the frozen river. After the sound, the whole world is frozen. In the north of the desert and in the mountains, they stand face to face, two meters and three meters apart, holding their long knives in their hands.

Their people seemed to be frozen, but the blood was hot. They came out of the left shoulder in the north of the desert and dyed their white clothes red. Under the starlight, they looked like a big peony, blooming rapidly in the snow.

"Good knife."

Mobei slowly lowered his head, looked at his bleeding left shoulder, said these two words low, turned and walked down the sand dune and walked quickly to the stone pillar.

Yamahara Baidai still stood there, and the long knife kept the way she was attacking. It was placed obliquely on her right shoulder. It looked at the front and didn't move. It seemed that she suddenly penetrated the desert night. Why is it so cold.

Mobei walked to the stone pillar, stopped, turned around, looked at yamahara Baidai on the sand beam hundreds of meters away, and said softly, "I'll tell Fang Yuan that you've actually regretted it. I believe he will forgive you. Sorry, I shouldn't have told you just now that he doesn't care about you. "

At such a long distance, yamahara Baidai, who always kept that action, seemed to hear what Mo Beibei said -- half of his body above the four ribs from his left shoulder to his right rib, together with the long knife obliquely placed on his shoulder, suddenly slipped from the lower half of his body and fell into the sand.

The two beautiful legs, which are arched and pedaled back, also bend their knees and kneel down on the ground, and then fall down.

Yamahara Baidai finally admitted that even if Mobei has lost her invincible evil Kung Fu, she still has the terrorist ability to kill her with one knife.

Compared with the lack of talent in martial arts, only Kunlun, who is diligent to make up for his weakness, is the first expert who has been subjected to all kinds of cruel training that human beings can't imagine since childhood.

However, Mo Beibei hopes that when she returns to the world, there will be no one to force her to wield her knife without reservation.

At the same time, she also admired yamahara Baidai very much. She could cut her shoulder when she waved her knife to ward off the wind.

If Kunlun is attacking me with all my strength, can I kill her at one stroke after paying the price of injury -- I don't know why, when Mobei saw that Shanyuan Baidai finally fell into the dust, I suddenly thought of Kunlun.

No.

Mobei smiled.

Because Kunlun would never use all her strength when cutting a knife at any time. Instinctively, she would always leave a way back for herself. Otherwise, when she first saw Mobei, she would not have been hurt and could have escaped in time.

Originally, yamahara Baidai should have been like Kunlun -- but she didn't do that. When she cut the knife, she didn't leave herself the slightest strength to retreat, so she could cut the north of the desert and make herself become two halves.

Yamahara Baidai, who thought he was willing to be tarnished by summer, did not completely degenerate after all, and there was still a sense of shame in the depths of his soul.

It was this sense of shame that blocked yamahara's retreat and made her willing to face death.

Another white figure appeared on the shaliang and stood in front of the body of Shanyuan Baidai. When looking here, Mobei also looked at her, hundreds of meters away. Their eyes met and touched, and then separated.

Mobei turned around and left quickly.

When she disappeared at the entrance of the dark world, Kunlun had buried the body of Shanyuan Baidai with yellow sand.

No matter how evil this woman is, there is one thing Kunlun must do: Fangyuan is her first man.

Although the corpse was buried on the sand beam, it would not take long to be swept away by the black storm rolled up at any time, Kunlun still built a small grave for her. The long knife used by her mountain for hundreds of generations was like a tombstone, which looked so cold under the starlight.

Along the road from the north to the north of the desert, Kunlun came to the entrance and exit of the dark world. Looking back at the burial place of the original Baidai of Yan Mountain, someone appeared again.

This is an old man, so far away, Rao is Kunlun's eyes are very good, and he can't see who he is.

But there is no need to look at it. Kunlun also knows that he is the old man who likes to eat potatoes. She once called his grandfather for more than ten years. She died of his heart disease and was abandoned by Fangyuan for five years.

After so many years, the old man came back to life again - Kunlun didn't blame him. It seemed that he knew that. Looking at him, he still had a deep attachment as a child.

There is a whistling sound. It is very ancient and classic Phoenix courtship.

Only the old potato, who is not dead, will guard a body that has not cooled down, sit cross legged in front of yamahara's Baidai grave and blow a classic song of Phoenix courtship.

Whistling and whimpering, floating around with the wind, even the stars in the high sky seemed to be infected, quietly wiped their eyes and hid behind the dark clouds, and the wind became stronger.

At the end of the song, the aftersound was still reverberating in the air, and Kunlun had disappeared.

The Phoenix seeks her mate, the Phoenix seeks her mate, the desert remnant star, the cold wind breaks the heart.

There is a beautiful woman who never forgets it.

I haven't seen you for a day. I think like crazy.

The Phoenix flies and seeks its mate all over the world.

But beauty is not on the east wall.

Speak the piano instead of words and write your heart--

Over the years, Sima Xiangru's song "Phoenix courtship" has been used by later generations to interpret the love story with his sweetheart with Guqin. It has shallow words and deep meaning, bright syllables, warm and unrestrained feelings and deep lingering feelings. It is faster than the charm of the Sao style of Chu Ci and the freshness of the folk songs of the Han Dynasty.

There is a beautiful woman. I can't forget her face. I miss her like I'm going crazy when I don't see her for a day.

I am like the phoenix flying high in the air, looking for Phoenix everywhere in the world.

It's a pity that the beauty is not near the east wall. I use the sound of the piano instead of the emotional language in my heart. Let's describe my inner feelings for the time being. I hope my virtue can match with you and be with you hand in hand.

When can I promise marriage and comfort my wandering back and forth?

I don't know what to do. Can't I fly with you for a hundred years?

As a result of this injury, I fell into emotional sorrow and wanted to die, and I fell into emotional sorrow and wanted to die -- listening to the sometimes cheerful and sometimes sobbing Guqin sound, Xia Xiaoyun silently recited the meaning of this classic in her heart.

Xia Xiaoyun, dressed in a red dowry, wearing a phoenix crown and a tassel red cap, is the Phoenix tonight.

Tonight, a phoenix will walk into the bridal chamber with a brisk pace in the aftersound of the end of an ancient Qin. With the long prepared jade Ruyi, she will provoke her red cap and see her charming face.

Tonight is Xia Xiaoyun's wedding candlelight night. The two red candles on the table glow automatically without wind, and candle tears trickle down slowly. Outside the flower hall, there are people's happy laughter and the crisp sound of gold cups touching each other. Naturally, there is also a sound of persuasion: "bridegroom, you can't enter the wedding room until you drink this cup of wine!"

The bridegroom's voice with a bitter smile rang out: "brothers and sisters, let go of my little brother. My little brother is really unable to drink. If you drink again, you will be drunk."

"It's better to be drunk, ha ha. If you're not drunk tonight, do you still call the bridegroom official? Do you know how long our Yuantong has been waiting for this day? "

"Yes, yes!"

A rude voice sounded, as if there were a big foot on the bench: "brother, I always thought that the person who entered the bridal chamber with the eldest lady tonight would be the boy Fangyuan. The worst thing would be our brothers. I didn't expect to be picked up by your boy in the end. I'm unwilling to drink. Don't drink your boy drunk. Don't think about it!"

"Why, Xia Yuanjia, do you think I'm unwilling to marry Zhang Lianghua with Chu Ci?"

A super nice woman's voice sounded from outside the flower hall.

All the noise stopped like being cut off by a knife. A moment later, Xia Yuanjia's voice sounded, "madam, it's not me --"

An old voice interrupted him: "tonight is a festive day. Madam won't blame you for being outspoken."