God of War: Supreme War King

The night was filled with countless stars shining in the starry sky, and a little silver light spread all over the streets.

The cool night wind blew, and the long hair was slightly disordered. The hair was swept in front of her. Gong Yi had no shadow, lifted the hair and pulled it behind her ears.

It's not far from zuiyue Pavilion. In the buildings with different decorations on both sides of the street, there are faint strings, accompanied by the voice of singing girls. Alone, I only feel that the sound coming with the wind falls on me like a lingering light rain. It's difficult to wet my clothes, but it interferes with my shallow emotions.

Before I dreamed, brother Chen was by my side. In the drunken moon Pavilion, brother Chen came out in person... Didn't I send someone to stare at the fan? Chen Qingfeng and them... Isn't this unnecessary?

Thick and low dark cloth curtains hung behind the bright door to tightly cover everything inside. From inside, there were excited calls or pathetic roars from time to time.

Suddenly, the voice of Benhao came from the street full of soft wind and drizzle. Gongyi felt a sudden change of mood, so he stopped and looked at the gambling house.

The curtain suddenly became quiet, and even the voice of discussion seemed to be low.

She became more and more curious. Then she saw a corner of the heavy cloth curtain lifted, revealing a dark fan bottom. On the fan bottom, a small hand like a jade lotus had clean fingers and beautiful nails. Then it seemed that there was a line of sight sweeping out through the dense cloth curtain.

My heart pounded inexplicably. Will this hand and this fan

Her eyes became sharp. I was thinking!

After careful movements, it is a refreshing youth dress, slender eyes, sharp chin, sky cyan clothes and silver hair band. It is a unruly but beautiful men's and girls who don't love their way home.

Perhaps the eyes were too sharp. The little fox hurriedly took back his eyes, looked up at the sky at a 45 degree angle and said, "it's a good night today..."

The little fox knocked his head with a fan and turned his head and said, "Xiaoqing, call a carriage and find some good players to follow in the gambling house."

"No matter how good a player is, can he compare with the fan protection expert? Young master, don't bother me." Xiaoqing's face collapsed.

The little fox knocked the fan in his hand on Xiaoqing's head, "the more the better. Do you know how much trouble this fan is? I lost my life without you."

That Xiaoqing reluctantly turned back to the gambling house to call people.

Gongyi has no shadow and his mind is moving. Isn't this a good opportunity to understand the origin of this fan? This fan is a keepsake. Whose Keepsake is it? Brother Chen knows? This fan is the Jianghu order. Doesn't brother Chen want to use the Jianghu forces to do something?

She walked slowly to the little fox, bent her head slightly and whispered, "let me be your fan guard."

It's probably different from the original idea. The little fox's brain can't get back to the file for a while. Doesn't she want to take it for herself, but to protect it?

She felt sick in her heart. You are so dignified. How can brother Wu manage to come out full of energy?

However, although the little fox's brain can't keep up, his mouth is unambiguous: "although my sister looks like an immortal, after all, there is no immortal method. This is not a joke, not to mention you and me, lonely men and few women..."

She quietly raised her eyes and whispered in a surprised voice, "it's not appropriate."

Gongyi's shadowless mouth pulled out, and he only felt that the girl in front of him was evil and lovely. Compared with his self-made and self-performed in front of brother Chen, his face was not red and his heart was not jumping, especially a bit.

She smiled low and loose. It felt like a faint wind gently blowing in her ear: "you're still very energetic."

The little fox blushed and saw the big man hurried from the gambling house. He changed his subject: "sister, you see, everyone knows whether to invite bodyguards or you."

"But you are a fox, not a person, especially... A man." Gong Yi leaned down in her ear with a lower voice, but with enough banter, as if he saw a beautiful flower blooming in front of him, and his mood was suddenly much happier.

The little fox wrinkled his nose. Do you want to be so direct? I know you are the ancestor of pretending to be a man and fooled the whole continent for so many years.

She didn't think about the words to deal with. She just felt a breeze near her ears, and a quick chill spread from the soles of her feet, like a momentum and pressure, spreading to her heart.

Without a shot, several big men who had just stood down either fell to the ground or flew out for a few meters.

The little fox stood upright, holding the bottom of the fan in one hand and the head of the fan in the other hand. This scene should not be an accident in the process of provocation, but she still felt that she was a little stunned?

Startled, she secretly wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and listened to the lazy voice on her ear: "it's just inappropriate now?"

The little fox slowly raised his head, gradually returned to normal, and looked slowly at the shadowless eyes of Shanggong Yi - light ink, confident, long hair dancing, cherry red lips smiling, loose outer clothes blowing with the wind, making her like a blooming lotus, like the beautiful scenery that is hard to forget in the night.