Chapter 126： Really beautiful (one more)

Chapter 126 Really Beautiful (One More)

The two of them knelt down on one knee in unison, their hands clasped together.

The long knives that had tasted countless blood for a long time were all unsheathed at this moment, flashing with the aura of killing.

The old and the young were cold, but Young Master Xia was still smiling.

To Young Master Xia, these hundreds of lives seemed insignificant at all, he just took it to his fingertips, just like the red plum that he broke off easily.

Since it is weak, it is doomed to be ravaged.

Since he is humble, he is destined to be trampled on.

This is life.

“呱…”

There seemed to be crows in the distant direction, and the old man who was kneeling on one knee was about to get up when he heard a high-pitched female voice from outside the window: "Master Xia, my girl asked me to deliver a sentence. !"

In the snowstorm, even though the girl tried her best to shout, her voice was still blown away by the cold wind.

Juan Bi stood far away at the door of the guest house, covered with a large and thick cloak, holding a small glass lantern in one hand, and looked at the beautiful young man standing by the window.

Her right hand gripped the handle of the lantern tightly in the cloak, her neck felt cold, and she felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at her in the dark.

Young Master Xia turned his face on the side, his eyes lowered, and he didn't even raise his head, like a finely carved jade statue.

A snowflake lightly landed on the tip of his nose, and he remained motionless.

Outside the window was a vast expanse of snow and snow, the sky was silvery white, and the young man hid behind the dark window, only half of his chin was exposed in the snow.

This window seems to divide the inside and outside of the window into two worlds with a clear boundary.

Just looking at the person behind the window like this, Juan Bi felt a little scared in her heart, her little heart was beating wildly, almost popping out of her chest, but her expression was very firm.

"rest assured."

The girl's soft words echoed in her ears again, with a soothing power.

Juanbi silently counted in his heart: one, two, three.

Seeing that there was no movement behind the window, she held the lantern tremblingly and took a few steps in the direction of Young Master Xia. At the same time, she stretched out her left hand hidden in the cloak, and opened her fist, palm facing up.

In the center of the palm, which was reddened by the cold, lay a small and exquisite snow-white paper crane.

The howling cold wind blew past, and the paper crane was blown up by the wind lightly, and drifted upward little by little.

The moment he left his palm, Zhihe spread its wings, as if alive, and flew towards the window with the wind.

In the dim yellow and flickering lights, the white paper crane seemed to be shimmering with gleaming light, like a dream.

The strong cold wind almost shredded and ripped off all the dense plum blossoms on the branches, but this small and fragile paper crane was extremely gentle, and gently and skillfully sent it away, escorting it all the way to the dark window.

"..." Juan Bi's eyes widened, and she silently exclaimed in disbelief.

Not only Juan Bi, but Young Master Xia also felt it was novel. For the first time, a crack appeared on the smile on his face as if he was wearing a smiling mask.

is no longer a charming and feminine smile, but a kind of exclamation.

Young Master Xia, who had been motionless like a mountain, finally moved, and the left hand wearing the blood ring was raised again, and the palm was flat.

The paper crane without painted eyes fell tremblingly towards his palm, and its thin paper wings fluttered with the wind. wing.

The old man and the young man in the house also saw the scene of the paper crane flying, and there was a trace of surprise in their eyes, and then they calmed down.

These people are not just out of the box. They have walked across the river north and south, stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. They have seen many strange people, and have heard and witnessed the methods of Taoist monks and monks.

The paper crane stopped in the palm of Young Master Xia, and he gently squeezed one side of the paper crane's wing with the other hand, and his blood-stained red lips burst into a smile of interest.

interesting.

That's all.

The eyes of the flamboyant young man were still cold, calm and indifferent, and his mind was not shaken by this magical paper crane.

Now that he has made a decision, he doesn't like to change it any more, and there are only some ants left and right, and if he dies, he will die.

He pinched the corner of the paper crane and shook it, however, the paper crane seemed to have lost its "vitality" and was dead.

It has become the most common origami.

Young Master Xia's lips drooped slightly, and his interest was waning, but he slowly unfolded the paper crane.

Huh?

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were dark, and he settled on the white paper full of creases.

Since the girl specially ordered her maid to come and deliver the letter to him, it means that this is a person who is afraid of death and does not dare to come by himself.

He thought that the other party was using this little trick to attract his attention, and then begged for mercy.

However, only four simple words were written on this piece of paper:

Misfortunes lead to the east.

The handwriting is correct and the pen is vigorous.

has both the graceful and graceful beauty that is unique to women, but also has a dashing and unhurried agility.

The subtle contradiction of    is evident in these four characters.

Young Master Xia's indifferent eyes lingered between the words on the paper, and the smile on his lips added a little more thought.

The words    seemed to mean something, and it seemed that the other party saw through his intentions for this trip.

Because of his pause, even the old man and the servant were startled, and their eyes couldn't help but look at the piece of paper in Master Xia's hand.

"Master Xia," Juan Bi's almost broken voice came out of the window again, "Our girl said that Tianyin Pavilion and the son once had a relationship, and goodbye is also fate."

Young Master Xia finally had some reaction and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He never cared too much about mortals, he just glanced at them casually, and only remembered that the other person's face was hidden in the hood of his cloak, and his face was blurred.

Thinking of "Tianyin Pavilion", a **** scene crossed his mind one day.

It was her, the girl who saved Duke Wei, with a mysterious medical skill.

She actually recognized herself?

Young Master Xia's eyes flashed with a stream of light, and he casually rolled the piece of white paper into a ball. When he threw it out, the white paper had turned into countless tiny pieces of paper, rolled up with the wind and snow in the sky.

He walked towards the gate.

The old man and the servant were stunned for a while. They thought that the young master would ignore this little maid at all, but they didn't want him to act. It seemed that he planned to meet the owner of this village.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and at the moment Young Master Xia was about to step out of the room, he cautiously asked, "Young Master, are you..." Following the plan?

Before    finished speaking, he was interrupted by the young man in front of him:

"Go."

The word    is fluttering, but it is colder than the wind and snow outside.

means, the plan continues.

A icy murderous aura flashed across the eyes of the old man, and his eyes like sharp arrows shot accurately through the open window to Juan Bi in the snowstorm outside.

Young Master Xia opened the tung oil umbrella again, holding the umbrella and walking towards Chuanbi in the snow.

The wind and snow was so strong that it seemed to blow people into the face, but his steps were extremely safe and leisurely, as if walking in the gentle wind and drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River.

The slender jade hand holding the tung oil umbrella handle is so steady, the umbrella does not shake even when the wind blows and snows.

Seeing that Young Master Xia came out, Juan Bi's originally hanging heart was more than half relieved, and the hands hidden in the cloak were already wet with sweat.

The girl    said that the first step is to see if Young Master Xia is willing to read the words on the paper crane.

As long as he saw it, he said the second sentence when he silently counted to "three".

The second step depends on whether Young Master Xia is willing to come out.

As long as he is willing to come out, he can talk.

Kuanbi watched the other party approaching her direction without blinking. Even though the other party was smiling, she felt an invisible sense of oppression.

When the other party walked a zhang away, Juan Bi swallowed, stretched out his hand to make a request, pointed to the outside of the courtyard and said, "Our girl is waiting for your son in the pavilion."

Her voice was trembling, and even the raised hand was also trembling slightly. For some unknown reason, it was as if a cold wind was blowing through her body. It was cold, and there was an instinctive fear in the bottom of her heart, which made her want to Pull your legs and run.

Walking out of the courtyard entrance of the guest house, along a small path paved with stone slabs, go straight to the southeast, there is a small pavilion, built next to a few green bamboos.

Kuanbi wanted to follow, but a ghostly figure stood in front of her.

The gray-haired old man with silver hair had a thin face, and his face was like a dead bamboo. One arm was placed in front of Chuanbi, his old eyelids drooped weakly, and the cold light shot towards Chuanbi like electricity.

Kuibi was so frightened that he took a half step back, the legs hidden in the cloak were a little weak, and the uneasiness that seemed to be stared at by a beast struck again.

Her hand shook, the candle in the lantern flickered more intensely, and the light and shadow jumped rapidly, illuminating the old man's clear face a bit grim.

Young Master Xia walked over slowly, walking with a peculiar rhythm. The blood-red cuffs were blown up by the wind, like a raging flame flying in the dark night.

Gu Yanfei stood behind the stone table in the pavilion and looked at him intently.

In other words, what she saw was not him, but the luck in him.

After a short while, the scarlet "Qi" lingering around him turned even redder and more intense, as if the blood was about to drip out.

According to legend, the Manzhu Shahua on the other side of the Yellow Spring is nourished by blood, so that it can become so coquettish and achieve the beauty that does not belong to the world.

"gorgeous."

Gu Yanfei stared at the scarlet luck around him for a moment, and sighed sincerely.

Her voice was not loud, but Young Master Xia, who had just walked outside the pavilion, still heard it.

He stopped for a moment when he put the umbrella away, and then continued to put the tung oil umbrella away, his handsome face was slightly sideways, and the soft light from the pavilion sprinkled on his face, outlining his beautiful profile.

Those long and narrow eyebrows curved into a charming arc.

No one dared to say such a thing in front of him.

He shook the umbrella lightly, and the snowflakes on the umbrella spilled out like countless crystal beads, and the transparent ice crystals reflected blood light under his red clothes.

(end of this chapter)