Her Heartless Evil Man

His words turned my face red with shame. How could I tolerate him if he was so abrupt? But if he really beat me, he would never be his opponent. What should I do? I went away in a hurry. Although I didn't lose and my lightness skills won back face, I always felt a little worse. Besides, I have to delay time. No, I can't go.

"OK, but we'll have a competition first. If you win, I'll naturally follow you."

"Brush" the man, he immediately took out a machete from his waist and said, "OK, I'll let you do three moves."

"Wait, we don't compare swords, we only compare painting."

"Painting skill? Painting what?" he was puzzled, but curious, waiting to compete with me.

Look, he seems to be caught in a trap. I said solemnly: "you draw me, I draw you, who doesn't like it, just let the other party dispose of it. Do you think so?" I peeked at his eyes, a vulgar and bad person, and asked him to look at me. To tell the truth, it was dirty my own face, but this would be the only way.

"If you do, you can compete in painting. A gentleman's word is irretrievable."

"Hehe, a gentleman's word is irretrievable. But there is a limit to the time of this painting." I agree. I must be better than him in painting, but whether it's like painting or not? That's another matter. I'm not a gentleman. I'm just a little woman.

"How long do you think it will take?" it seems that he has a plan for painting. Who is he? I have been speculating in my heart, but there is no solution.

"Time for a column of incense." as long as there is no wind, the incense will burn slowly. If it burns slowly, it will help me delay time.

His servants had already prepared paper and pens. Two pieces of the table were brought out in front of the yurt. It seems that he is really serious. The game seems to be more and more fun.

Someone studied the ink for me, smelled the ink, and I couldn't help itching.

Holding a pen and concentrating on the white paper, Luo Qingyang often said that I have a talent for painting. This is true. I can draw whatever I want. The mood of painting has already entered a state of no one.

I'll draw a bag of cigarettes, blow it gently, dry it, and put it on the table. Bad guy, don't want to peek at my painting.

I leaned back on the chair calmly and said in a loud voice, "I can't draw well. I'm tired. I'll have a rest." then I looked at the incense, stretched out my fingers, and shielded the corresponding air flow around the incense. In this way, the incense will only burn slowly without going out. At this time, I looked at the incense burning little by little. It was so slow. Time was like static. Although this was my request, it was too boring.

Stretching his head and aiming at his painting on the table next door, he found that he was painting very carefully. His painting skills were good and his brushwork was in place, but he had too much greed in his heart, so there was less ethereal and dazzling beauty in the painting.

"Finished?" he asked me incredulously as he drew.

"Not yet. I'm tired. I'll take a break and draw later." I smiled happily and dissipated the tension in the air. It turned out that I could be so naughty, but the five-year life in bat valley was completely overturned in the naughty at the moment. I'm no longer the cold, arrogant and lonely Qingyun.

The man was painting carefully by himself. It seemed that he really wanted to marry me as his wife. There was a basin of water at the door. I walked slowly and washed my face to kill my boring time. It was nice to make the water drop wet all over my face and feel clean and refreshing.

Want to wash the lead China, wash the unbearable in my dream, the baby's cry suddenly sounded. I stared at the beautiful face in the water. Who is this? Is this the woman who disappeared from everyone's sight five years ago? Who is she? Who is she? I patted the water, making the drops more wet all over my body. But this Mongolian prairie must know all my past, otherwise I wouldn't feel so familiar.

After today, I want to stop that war, but can I survive today's war?

Suddenly looking back, in the distance, there was a figure sitting on the back of a horse, the sun was shining directly on him, and the golden clothes seemed to reflect pieces of plum blossoms, gurgling in front of me.

Is this an illusion? If not, who is he? Why does my head hurt again

"Why, don't you catch it with your hands tied?" he shouted sharply at the painter.

Who is he? Who is he? Why is there a familiar smell around me.

I was dizzy. I looked at the villain who lived and looked straight at the horseman. Yes, he was a villain. He poisoned him. He was a villain in my eyes, an unforgivable villain.

But the other one, is he a good man? What is the boundary between good and bad? I just believe that it is good in my heart. I don't recognize that it is bad. For example, Qingyang and Timur are all good. Some of these two people make me unable to draw a conclusion. I don't like the overbearing and wild look of the person immediately. I don't like his overbearing and wild. I smiled and looked at the struggle between the two men. Even the incense was not afraid of burning out. The person who delayed time for me arrived. I have retired with success. Maybe I should go quietly.

With a faint smile, slowly, while everyone's eyes were on the man, I quietly retreated towards the back of the yurt, and even the painting I didn't care. Ha ha, if the man saw the painting I drew, I didn't know what it would look like. I imagined that the flowers had blossomed in my heart.

One step, two steps, three steps

Holding my breath, I had turned to the back of the yurt. I got up and was about to take the Fengwei step and sneak away, but I didn't want a person who had come obliquely behind me, "who are you?"

After listening to the voice, I breathed a sigh of relief. It's not the bad guy. I turned my head, narrowed my eyes, smiled at him and said, "like you, people who want to catch that guy." I said, pointing to the direction of the bad guy, I really want to catch him. It's a pity that my skills are not enough, so I can only escape.

Suddenly there was a sound of fighting in his ears. He was here. Then who were the people fighting each other? Were they his men?

I looked at him, so close contact, my heart suddenly pounded and stroked my chest, trying to calm the palpitation and disorder of my heart, but still, my heart still jumped wildly.

"Who the hell are you?" his voice softened, as soft as water, and his eyes looked at me. That look told me that he wanted to know who I was?

With a smile, I don't know who I am. Instead of answering, I asked, "who are you?"

"Baruchi turdan is," he said, watching my reaction.

It turned out that he was the big sweat in the story. Is it strange what he did here and wanted to catch the bad guy? The villain helped him and poisoned him. He wanted to poison the people of HA Dajin. He didn't thank the villain. Why did he come and catch him?

Regardless of him, these have nothing to do with me. I just have to save those innocent people.

"It's sweat, little girl. Thank you." I said and turned around to leave. He just helped me out. I can just thank him.

"Wait." as soon as he pulled my arm, regardless of my struggle, he forced me back to the yurt. I can't earn him. I'm really strong.

I looked at him angrily, "why did you catch me?" I didn't make any mistakes in his hands, and he caught me for no reason.

However, before he answered, I was attracted by the fight in front of me. It turned out that Timur's men also came. Did they call turdan?

The people of the two factions are still fighting there, but the villain's martial arts are really not weak. There is no sign of defeat under the siege of five or six people. I can't help worrying about the warrior of baruchi secretly.

At this time, everyone's feet were covered with dust and grass scraps. I frowned and covered my mouth and nose. I really wanted to step back and watch from a distance. It seemed that he was aware of my mind. Turdan took my arm lightly and swept it gently. In the twinkling of an eye, it had floated out several feet away and isolated the dust around me.

It's so warm. I can't see anything in his eyes, but I know he's harmless to me. A heart is finally safe.

Trying to break free from the grip of his hand, he was still held by him. Although he was annoyed, he had no choice but to let me go when the bad guy was defeated. He knew that I was not with the bad guy, and he was bound to let me go.

But the more I looked at it, the more frightened I was. Although the bad guy's men had been beaten and fled, he was still struggling to die. The most annoying thing was that the warrior of Balu stab could not beat him. The scene was more and more dangerous. I sighed and was about to lose. I didn't know where the face of turdan's sweat was.

When my whole body was nervous, the big hand holding my hand suddenly loosened and moved in my heart. He was going to play, he was going to release me, and I could finally escape. I disdained to go to the Balu stab. Although Timur was good, I didn't like the sweat, his hegemony and his wildness.

But just as I secretly rejoiced, a long arm had tightly held me on my back, and a belt had long eyes, which bound me and him. Just when I was stunned, he had flown away to the bad guy. His quick body shape and accurate execution made me not only happy on his back, but also looked at the wonderful move in front of me, I even forgot to run away from his back.

I watched the villain step by step forced back by turdan's fierce long fist, and then knocked down by turdan's palm. I clapped my palm and cheered, "OK, OK, catch him and make him dare not poison again."