Madam, she always wants to bring trouble to the world

Chapter 384 One glance is ten thousand years (2)

The man was dressed in black, and every step he took was calm and unhurried, and someone behind him held up an oil-paper umbrella to shield him from the falling frost and snow.

In the cold and deserted streets, he seems to be the only scenery, with a noble and calm posture.

This was Feng Qingyan's first feeling when she saw him, and not only that, she seemed to have seen something in him——

"If I were king, who would fight for the front!" The incomparable man tossed his robe, full of majesty...

Blood was dripping, and the long sword in his hand was moved forward, and the man's eyes were full of hostility: "Do you know whose blood is stained on this sword..."

"You and I join hands to level the world, why not?" He raised his slender hand, and pinched a man's delicate chin with his delicate fingers. ...

"I'll give you whatever you want, Jiangshan will give you your life!" Stepping down from his high position, he was aggressive, and raised his hand to embrace someone in his arms: "But, can you stay by my side?" ?”

……

Sections of incomplete images flashed by, and Feng Qingyan could see clearly that the man in the image was the one walking towards her in front of her.

That posture and that face are indescribably similar, it's just another person, she has never seen it.

Her eyes stayed on him all the time, thinking of the picture that just flashed in her mind, she couldn't help but pay more attention to him.

At this moment, even she herself doesn't know, somewhere, just this one glance is ten thousand years.

It wasn't until the two of them walked in front of her that Feng Qingyan looked back in surprise.

"Girl, do we know each other?" Xu Shifeng Qingyan's eyes were too direct just now, the man also noticed her, and his steps stopped in front of her.

"Sorry, I don't know you." Feng Qingyan thought he was talking about what she saw him just now.

The man was not annoyed, he glanced at the shop that drove her out just now, and said, "Miss, do you want to buy an umbrella?"

There was a coldness in his voice, without any sense of caring. The two treated each other as if they were strangers, but there was a slight difference.

The flashing image just now made Feng Qingyan wary of him, this person is definitely not simple.

But after thinking about it, in order to avoid revealing any telltale signs, she nodded slightly, "Yes."

The cold little face was flawless, and the red cloak blocked the oncoming wind and frost, but it was also contaminated.

Raising his hand, a red oil-paper umbrella appeared in the man's hand, and he handed it to her.

"We are both outsiders, and we met in Hezhou City. It can be said that we are destined. I lent this umbrella to the girl. Begonia flowers are very suitable for the girl."

Feng Qingyan couldn't help frowning at that lukewarm sentence, what does it mean?
Feng Qingyan couldn't figure it out, even the woman behind him holding an oil-paper umbrella couldn't help but look sideways, looking at Feng Qingyan with a hint of ill-will.

"Then, thank you, young master." Feng Qingyan reached out to take it, although she didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in this gourd, but she didn't refuse.

Whether it's an enemy or a friend, you can tell by trying it.

"Farewell."

He walked around her and walked forward without looking at her again, only the woman behind him peeked at her with a hint of coldness when she passed by her.

Feng Qingyan watched them leave, and then her gaze fell back to the oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

Open the oiled paper umbrella, and a crabapple flower tree is painted on the bright red oiled paper.The trunk of the flower tree extends from the bottom to the top, and is painted with different shades of brown, while the blooming crabapple flowers on the flower tree are painted in obvious white, which is very delicately decorated.

It's just that the color of this umbrella is too bright red, making it look like it's soaked in blood.

Apart from its exquisite workmanship, this oil-paper umbrella seems to be harmless.Inadvertently, she saw a few words engraved on the handle of the umbrella: Liuyuexuetang.

Glazed Moon Blood Tang?
Will the name fall off?How can this white crabapple flower be a blood begonia?It should be Lucy Moon.

It was just a name, and she didn't care too much. She held the umbrella above her head and walked forward.

……

Walking on the street, the woman behind the man could still see Feng Qingyan's figure fading away when she turned her head, and she couldn't help asking urgently: "Master, why did you give her the Liuyue Xuetang umbrella? ..."

"It's not your business." The man said coldly, successfully stopping the woman's words, without even looking at her.

"Yes, the subordinate has overstepped." The woman nodded, and then did not ask any more questions.

No one knew, when the man saw Feng Qingyan standing in front of him, a picture flashed in his mind:
Standing in the air with an unruly figure, a red dress flutters in the wind.The moment the body landed on the ground, murderous intent and ruthlessness appeared in the raised eyes...

……

"Report, report to the city lord that a large number of ghost soldiers have appeared outside the city!" The sudden report stopped the city lord Zhao who was about to take a sip from his teacup.

His pupils shrank, the teacup in his hand fell heavily on the table, and he stood up involuntarily.

……

As night fell, outside Hezhou City, rows of humanoid soldiers in black battle robes kept approaching. Their bodies exuded a strong black air. If you looked closely, you could find that under the battle robes, they had no flesh and blood.

Withered bones holding spears, black air seeped from the skulls wearing helmets. They walked in the dark night, stepped on the white snow, and moved forward step by step. The steps they took in unison seemed to have a thousand momentums.

They are ghost soldiers, elite troops who once guarded the northern part of Jinyun City in the ghost domain. They only obey the orders of the generals of the ghost clan, and they are ruthless with long spears in their hands.

Many people came to the city wall, and when they saw this scene, they were almost frightened, and they couldn't help shrinking back.

"Ghost soldiers, ghost soldiers again!"

"Quick, hurry up and tell Taoist Priest Xuanchen!"

There was some confusion on the city wall, and only some people with higher cultivation and concentration stabilized their minds, and shouted at those fearful people: "Why panic!"

"A majestic seven-foot man, the ghost soldiers were frightened before they started attacking the city. Don't be ashamed!" The man who spoke was the guard of Hezhou City, surnamed Song, about 20 years old, with a cold face, His expression was very serious.

After being yelled at by him, those who were in a panic didn't dare to speak out, and managed to hold back their fear.

And on a high mountain cliff, there was a black figure in a war robe watching this scene quietly, the corners of his lips rising unstoppably.

"Father, why can't you talk to the messenger first!" Nuan Zhi's voice came from behind, she was bound by the rope condensed by the dark art, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

She found her father before and told him about the messenger, but her father tied her up directly.

"Sha Mei is right, Youdu City has long since lost its female messenger. Not only that..."

Nuan Zhi's father is General Ghost, he slowly turned around to look at her with a dignified expression, "Nuan Zhi, you may not know that the city lord of Youdu City has been replaced not long ago, and the new city lord is unknown. trace……"

(End of this chapter)