Half closed his eyes and walked towards the palace. The feet that are red from the snow are still wet. Each step leaves a footprints.
After leaving his eyes, the light corners of his lips also faded, until his face, there was no smile.
Yuefusang remained silent for a long time. Seeing her like this, his lips were thin and light. At the next moment, he did what he thought he would not do in this life.
Quickly step forward, in her unprepared, hold people up, finally, people like a hot spring water on the soft collapse.
-Every time he looks at this scene, he can't help thinking of the first time he had with a woman.
Yes, for the first time. She has numerous male pets, and those men never hide their love for her. If she wants to, she can sing at night. The devil's way is always unruly, which is why he has been so resistant. However, after that night, he was caught off guard by the change of mood.
A lot of feelings have changed long before.
He could not feel it clearly all the time, just like the immortal in the painting who had never looked on coldly, suddenly came out of the painting one day. Some things are one thing to see and another to experience.
Yuefusang did not know how much he would hate his afterknowledge in the near future.
However, there is no regret medicine in the world. What you lose will not be recovered.
-Duan Ziyin was sent to do the task by Su Kui recently. Because of the huge expenditure of Luo cult, it is not only dependent on burning, killing and looting. In fact, there are many exaggerated elements in the Jianghu.
Anyway, since Su Kui came, he didn't lead his disciples to slaughter everywhere, which was also a peaceful life for them.
Because Luo Jiao had business outside and was not small, he had secret contact with many merchants and gentry. Besides, they also take on the killing business. They do it as long as they give money. If not, it's because the chips are not big enough.
It's not only the people in the Jianghu, but also those high-ranking officials and dignitaries, who can't see themselves, but can't do it by themselves. So the killing business of the Church of Indra came into being. Give money, do business and pay for goods.
Because there are so many experts in Yinluo cult, there are few enemies in the Jianghu. There is such an organization. Maybe one day, it will be killed by the enemy.
This is also one of the reasons why Luo Jiao can't be tolerated by many sects. After all, no one wants to tie his head to his pants and belt. He doesn't know when his head will fall.
After finishing her task, she did not immediately return to Islam, but left her hands and went quietly to the teahouse alone.
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in the ordinary teahouse, the storyteller froth on the stage, Duan Ziyin wears a hat with accessories in his hands, and is dressed in a simple short fight. This is very common in the Jianghu and will not attract people's attention.
She went straight up to the second floor, which was very quiet. It was obvious that she had been cleared away earlier. She picked up her eyebrows and looked around carefully. No one noticed her. She quickly entered a box at the end of the second floor.
In the box, a man with a beard is still full of energy even when he is over fifty. He was dressed in a Brucea Javanica robe and a cloak. From his face, he could see that when he was young, he must also be a romantic young man who could bewitch countless women.
This man is the leader of Changqing palace. The more Qing He is.
Duan Ziyin hugs her fists, even if the other side presses down on her breath.