Jiaolong Jue

She had just yelled when she heard a soft sound from the stairs of the wooden building next to her. A woman in a red dress mopping the floor, with bare feet as delicate as jade carvings, was slowly descending.

She came to the stairs and stood by the railing, but she didn't speak, she just looked at the woman who came in with fascinated eyes, the corners of her bright red mouth were slightly upturned, and there was a faint smile on her face.

The woman looked at her, and a cold light flashed in her eyes, which was fleeting.

Wei Wei bowed and saluted, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen Senior Sister for many years, and I miss you very much. I came here to visit. I thought that under the influence of time, Senior Sister should have long lost her former glory. When I saw you today, Senior Sister is still graceful and graceful. Zhaoren, I really envy my junior sister!"

After all, he took a few steps forward, and when he was beside the woman, he raised his hand to lift up the red dress on her body.

He laughed again: "Senior Sister has always been simple and elegant, not gorgeous, why did she wear such a gorgeous red dress today? Could it be that you were not enough resented by those men back then, and now you are pregnant again? Hee hee"

The woman seemed to be very afraid of her, hurriedly backed away, forced a smile and said: "I have long since given up on men, how could I be pregnant? I just put on an old dress occasionally, feeling the past, I never thought that my junior sister would see it! "

The Mistress of Fuyao Palace's eyes fluttered, and she said with a smile: "Although my sister said so, I don't believe it! Let me touch your chest and see if it jumps wildly, then I will know!"

After finishing speaking, he perched on his body again, and stretched out a jade hand to reach the woman's chest.

She was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she hurried up and backed away.

But the Mistress of Fuyao Palace was smiling, and still followed closely.

In order to avoid the jade finger of Fuyao Palace, the woman retreated upstairs, and the two chased back and forth around the wooden pillar in the middle.

Although the woman's figure is very elegant, but the feet of Fuyao Palace Mistress's feet moved lightly and swiftly like a cloud, almost catching her chest several times, and deliberately brushing past her, so that she was not touched.

But the woman in red was terrified and gasped for breath.

Just when she was struggling to deal with it and was forced to the window, the Mistress of Fuyao Palace suddenly stopped and stopped smiling.

Sighing slightly: "I think back in the past, we two sisters practiced together, and when we had free time, we would come here together to play and chase each other, just like before.

But now, this wooden building is still the same as before, but we have not seen each other for many years, and we will never get back the old days!What a pity! "

After finishing speaking, after a long sigh, he asked with twinkling eyes: "Sister, I still remember the days when you and I were together, but I wonder if my sister can still remember the joy of our sisters in the past?"

The woman in red was leaning against the window, still panting. Hearing her question, she hurriedly followed the voice and pretended to be emotional: "What my sister said is just like yesterday, how can I forget it for my sister! It's a pity... "

Before she could finish speaking, the Mistress of Fuyao Palace sneered, and continued: "It's a pity you're a fake!"

The woman in red was taken aback and said, "Sister...what did you say?"

The Mistress of Fuyao Palace raised her eyebrows slightly, and suddenly shouted: "Manzhu Shawu!"

The woman in red trembled all over, and said with horror on her face, "You, you, how do you know?"

The owner of Fuyao Palace sneered and said: "Although I am from the same family as Master Yan Luo of Luocha Island, we have always been cold-hearted and have never been so intimate. What I said just now was just to expose yourself! I mentioned you! How can your little sorcery deceive me?"

After finishing speaking, he raised the emerald green bottle held in his left hand, and a string of pure white flowers the size of rice grains stuck in the mouth of the bottle was trembling slightly.

"My flower is called Udumbara flower, it takes 3000 years to bloom once, it is the most holy and auspicious flower in Buddhism!

And the breath from your body must be the scent of manjusawa!

It is a kind of Datura, also known as Bianhua. Although it is bright in color and fragrant, it belongs to the flower of hell. It is the most unlucky. Ordinary people will lose their nature and have hallucinations when they smell it.

And when it meets my Udumbara flower, the evil energy that confuses people will naturally break!

You demon who is neither male nor female, you actually want to harm me with sorcery!How could the icy jade body of my palace lord be invaded by your evil arts?

Meeting me today is also your evil fate!This palace lord will accept you as a wicked person! "

After all, he stretched out his right hand in the shape of a plum blossom, and was about to pop it out.

Wu Manzhusha had just heard that Xuan Dituo said that the master of Fuyao Palace killed people only by cold air, so she was so scared that she dared to argue and struggle, and there was a slight delay?

Turning over, she flew out of the wooden window, and the tulle fluttered on the shoulders of the Mistress of the Fuyao Palace, and people also floated out of the window.

Manzhu Shawu was in the dark night, her red clothes were fluffy, and she was still in the air. The white veil skirt of the Fuyao Palace was already spinning above her head like a mist.

The two are tall and the other is low. If a group of white clouds chases a group of red morning glow, against the candlelight of the wooden building, the dark night is vast, and the color is more prominent, which is really beautiful.

Who would have thought that this would be a life-and-death struggle?

The master of Fuyao Palace held the trembling emerald vase with Udumbara flower in his left hand, and popped out his right hand with two fingers, two soft bangs pierced through the air, and two invisible cold lights shot straight at Manjusha Wu.

The manjusha witch was in the air, unable to dodge in time, and heard the strong wind in his ears, he was sure to die.

He simply didn't struggle, just closed his eyes slightly, stretched his arms, let the red dress fall slowly, and waited for that moment.

The icy cold air she was waiting for hadn't arrived, but she heard two trembling sounds in her ears. When her crystal clear and round toes touched the ground, she suddenly woke up, exerted force on her feet, and her figure moved several feet away before turning her head panting.

However, under the slight candlelight of the wooden building, there was a man with trembling beard and fluttering black clothes, holding a gleaming golden soldier in his hand to resist the owner of Fuyao Palace.

She couldn't help being overjoyed and shouted, "Chief Right Wing! You're finally here!"

The man's two long eyebrows slanted into the temples were raised slightly, but there was no expression on his thin cheeks. His eyes, like an osprey, shone with a cold light in the dark night, and he kept looking at the Fuyao Palace in front of him. The palace lord only hummed lightly before replying.

The Mistress of Fuyao Palace had also fallen to the ground, and her left hand had lost the emerald green bottle, and replaced it with a red paper umbrella.

She didn't expect that the person in front of her could block the invisible cold air from herself, she was very surprised in her heart, but she was unmoved on the surface

The jade face was frosty and said: "So you are the Yulongwei Jinwei Liujinjuemi that Yun'er mentioned! The one who was teased by a blind old beggar like a child with a bamboo pole in the past, isn't it you?"

Among the four golden guards, Liujin Juemi was the personal guard of King Boyan of Qin, the most favored and therefore the most arrogant.

Usually, the general officials don't pay attention at all, not to mention the dragon guards, silver guards, and copper guards, even Manzhu Shawu and Xuan Dituo, he is also very negligent.

Only in front of Sha Moke, the head of the Golden Guard, would he restrain himself a little, but he still didn't accept him in his heart.

That night, he was foolishly teased by a blind old beggar. After that, every time he thinks about it, he feels annoyed. In order to save face, he can only rot in his stomach and never mention it to anyone.

Unexpectedly, I met the owner of the Fuyao Palace today and was exposed by her, and there was Manju Shawu behind him. In addition, it is not difficult to judge that there must be many dragon guards ambushing under the surrounding trees, Shamoke and Xuandituo. It must be mixed in.

The matter of being teased by others was known by everyone in an instant.

Although Liujinjuemi is a golden guard who has experienced all kinds of battles, but at this moment he was extremely embarrassed. His eagle eyes were full of hostility, and he stood upright with a golden snake-shaped sword in his hand. He ran towards the owner of Fuyao Palace without answering. Twist and fly.

The Mistress of Fuyao Palace knew that her opponent was strong, although she didn't show it on the surface, she was extremely careful in her heart.

She saw that the opponent's sword was as golden as a thread, extremely fierce.

She was not strong, but turned around and dodged to the side, deliberately softly said: "Liujinjuefan, Lu Yun'er said she saw it with her own eyes, you were teased by that old beggar with white hair and beard, is it true? Why don't you answer?"

The Mistress of Fuyao Palace has experienced countless battles, and she sometimes encounters masters. At this time, she deliberately repeated this matter to attack Liujin Juemi, thereby provoking him. Only when he messed up, would there be a loophole to follow. At that time, it will be very easy to hit with one blow!

Liujin Juemi also knew what she meant, but he hated this matter the most, wished he could kill her instantly and silenced her, but still did not answer, and aimed several swords at the Fuyao Palace Mistress.

All of a sudden, under the wooden building, there were figures whirling around, and the sound of wind and swords fluttering.

The Mistress of Fuyao Palace saw that his swordsmanship was superb and superb, but when she was in a hurry, she lost her composure, she couldn't help laughing secretly.

While dodging, he said: "Liujin Juemi's swordsmanship is not bad, there must be a famous teacher teaching him, since you have such a means, how can you be tricked by an old beggar? It's really strange to think about it!"

Her voice, still soft and long, is truly beautiful.

But Liujin Juemi was very angry when he heard it, and poured all his anger on the long sword, surrounded the palace master Fuyao, stabbing up and down, pressing every step of the way, in the dark night, there were countless golden sword lights , as if dazzling lightning bolts shot at the owner of Fuyao Palace one after another.

Under his sword light, the master of Fuyao Palace kept tossing and rising, and the red umbrella in his hand danced against his fierce sword light.

During the interval, they kept asking Liujin Juemi about being teased by the old beggar. Although he occasionally used Shuyu's icy finger to pop out a cold air, Liujin Juemi easily pulled it out.

Liujin Juemi thought that she was nothing more than that, and gradually became contemptuous in his heart, and hated her for exposing his shortcomings, so he simply put down his guard and blindly attacked Fuyao Palace Master.

The Mistress of Fuyao Palace was enveloped by his sword array, but she still walked softly, not in a hurry, and while walking, she narrated the old beggar who Yun'er told her about teasing Liujinjuemi, It will inevitably be mixed with a lot of Lu Yun'er's ridicule, exaggeration and jokes.

Although she didn't have the time to fight back, Liujin Jue couldn't hide from that voice, just like a series of cold lights, piercing into his eardrums constantly, stirring up his mood.

As the Mistress of Fuyao Palace kept dodging under the light of his sword, that voice also mixed into the light of his sword in all directions, constantly surrounding Liujin Juemi.

Although Liujinjuemi's sword light was sharp, it couldn't hurt the Mistress of Fuyao Palace at all, but the voice of Mistress Fuyao Palace made Liujinjuemi's whole body go away, and there was no way to hide.

During the exchanges between the two parties, there have been dozens of rounds, and the master of Fuyao Palace is still wearing gauze clothes like smoke, with red umbrellas flying around, singing and dancing.

However, Liujinjuemi's state of mind has become restless, ashamed and resentful, sweat is dripping from his forehead.