The red window carves, the green screen attracts butterflies, the lanterns are hanging high, the bead curtains are rolled low, and the four corners of the hall of Hualou, the copper auspicious beast furnace that is more than one person is tall, spitting out the incense and colorful smoke.

There were cheers in the hall, singing and dancing. Zhi Shuzhen swept through the corner of her eyes, and dozens of rosewood tables were distributed in the hall. One by one, the women with a half-clear fur coat and half-clear fur accompanied the guests of all kinds to tease each other, drinking and scraping the rock-scissors. A stage was set up in front of the hall, and a half-old mermaid singer held the pipa in her arms and sang softly. The young girl surrounded her around, sprinkled ribbons and danced in a spiral.

Hong Lianxue led Zhi Shuzhen through the hall, turned the half-light and half-dark corridor, stopped in front of a dark warehousing room in the backyard, and opened the door silently.

An old musty smell came to my nose, the room was silent and dark, and a ray of white moonlight vaguely shone out in the small skylight to the north. "There are so many people outside, let's go in and talk." Hong Lianxue chuckled, and the door quietly closed behind the two of them.

"Little brother, tell my sister, where are you from?" Hong Lianxue approached, and her white and plump breasts exuded a sweet and greasy woman's fragrance.

The eight-winged golden cicada suddenly made a cold sound. Zhi Shunzhen stared at Hong Lianxue's curved and narrowed eyes. In the dark waves, the murderous intention came silently at him, and the thin and sharp light flashed like the cold light flashing across the edge of his nails.

"If I die, the fat tiger will die." Zhi Shouzhen said calmly, and the short dagger slipped into the palm of his hand.

"What did you do on him?" Hong Lianxue's voice froze, and the sudden murderous intent suddenly stopped. She hid beside Zhi Shouzhen, like a poisonous snake that was about to devour.

"I saved the life of Fat Tiger brothers. He and I have been in sincerity, how could I do anything to him?" Zhi Shouzhen looked calm, and the eight-winged golden cicada clearly felt the ups and downs of Hong Lianxue's mental fluctuations. Her left foot was ready to go, her right arm was tense muscles, and her orchid fingers that looked like a sharp blade... He suddenly understood why Zhang Wujiu turned his back to him and could still accurately chase with the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong clear energy.

This is the spiritual sensing of refining the spirit and returning to the emptiness, and it is an eye transformed by spiritual power.

"What do you mean?" Hong Lianxue's murderous intent decreased slightly.

Refining Qi to return to the gods! With the help of Wu Ling, Zhi Shouzhen roughly sensed Hong Lianxue's cultivation, and his heart was even more at ease. The sword qi of the three killing machine has been formed, and with the unparalleled spiritual sensing of Wu Ling, he is backed by the huge essence, even if he is an opponent who refining Qi to return to the gods, he will not be able to fight.

"Sister Xue has been taking care of Fat Tiger Brothers for many years, right?" Zhi Shouzhen asked leisurely.

"Don't talk nonsense." Hong Lianxue's voice was as cold as snow.

"Sister Xue, you can take care of Fat Tiger for ten or twenty years, but can you protect him for the rest of your life? Fat Tiger's path eventually needs to go by himself. He will have his own friends and his own way of living. Today, you can kill me, what about the future? Do you hope Fat Tiger will live alone for the rest of his life?"

"A friend like you, who has ulterior motives?"

"For the first time you and I met, how can Sister Xue assert that I have bad intentions towards Fat Tiger?"

"You kid is a vicious and tolerant character at first glance." Hong Lianxue sneered, "I have opened this Yihongyuan for so many years, and the men I have seen are like crucian carp trees crossing the river. I have never missed these tricks!"

"I saved Fat Tiger and repay his grievance with kindness. This is an indisputable fact. Sister Xue can ask Fat Tiger brothers." Zhi Shou said in real lust, "Sister Xue, if you want to kill me, you just think Fat Tiger is simple and worried that he will be used by me and get involved in right and wrong. But have you ever thought about why Fat Tiger went to the robbery without hiding it?"

Hong Lianxue was driven by his words and couldn't help asking, "Why?"

Zhi Shouzhen said in a deep voice: "Because he has grown up, he is like a young eagle, eager to break away from the wings of his mother's nest and to impact the wider sky. What will Fat Tiger think if you kill me? He will doubt himself and doubt you! What is the difference between breaking his wings and killing him? That's why I said, if I die, Fat Tiger will die."

"What a clever tongue!" Hong Lianxue was silent for a moment and sneered, "I'm afraid that Fat Tiger will be sold by you, and she will still count the money for you."

Zhi Shouzhen smiled slightly, and Wu Ling sensed that the other party's murderous intent was constantly weakening. "Sister Xue, I'm sorry, you are not Fat Tiger's mother after all, and you have no right to make decisions for a grown man!"

Hong Lianxue's expression suddenly changed, and her murderous intent soared: "Boy, you're looking for death!"

Zhi Shouzhen smiled faintly and deliberately angered Hong Lianxue: "Beauty, who is looking for death?" He convinced the other party with reason only for a moment. Only by using force to work together can this beautiful woman who has seen countless people be truly afraid.

Hong Lianxue rushed out with a light shout, and stretched out her sleeve with her left palm, tangently towards Zhi Shuzhen. Her nails were like crystal ice skates, flashing faint light in the darkness. Her other hand shrank in her sleeve, as if it was moving but not moving, and responded in secret.

Zhi Shouzhen's toe point, retreated quickly, like a floating cloud, without any fireworks. It is exactly the "Standard of Running Clouds and Flowing Water" conveyed by Qingfeng.

Hong Lianxue's finger knife barely passed by him, and her left elbow was pulled back, and her finger knife was from bottom to top, tucking towards Zhishouzhen's chin. Her moves were proficient, with smooth changes, leaving no flaws. Zhishouzhen retreated again, and her finger knife was slashed downward, like a shadow following the shape and chasing towards Zhishouzhen.

Zhi Hunzhen's body spread and retreated to the base of the wall. His finger knife suddenly accelerated and penetrated Zhi Hunzhen's chest, making a sharp sound of breaking the wind.

Zhi Shuzhen's back against the wall, and his body moved flat and horizontally. "Sir" pointed to the knife inserted into the wall, the adobe cracked holes, and mud fell down.

Taking advantage of the moment when Hong Lianxue's movements were slow, Zhi Shuzhen sent out a short dagger and stabbed the opponent's ribs. Hong Lianxue's right hand shook his sleeve, cut his five fingers, poked, popped, tweeted, hooked, and fought with the dagger in a daze.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding--" Zhi Shouzhen launched the sword style of the Snow Night Palace Banquet Picture, with a short dagger seizing the initiative, quick and accurate, and he will rescue the enemy, forcing Hong Lianxue to retreat, his right hand was exhausted, and his left hand could not find the opportunity to insert into the battle circle.

"Hiss!" A cold light flashed at the tip of the dagger, and the sound of cracking silk came out. Hong Lianxue's Luo Shang cracked her shoulders, revealing a plump and white piece of fragrant shoulders. At the moment when she changed color and the turbid air was about to erupt, Zhishouzhen sprinkled and then removed, as if she was pouring down through water, freely painting.

"Sister Xue, I have no malice, how about I stop here?" Zhi Shuzhen's dagger shrank into his cuffs.

"Stop it? Stinky brat, you dare to eat my tofu!" Hong Lianxue was so angry that she bit her teeth tightly, her hands were erect, like a pipa in her arms, her fingernails were hooked back and forth, making a sound of instrumental music.

"Are you Dunhuang?" Zhi Shouzhen stared at the crimson mark on the other party's forehead, and was quite surprised. The mark was shiny, shaped like a beautiful dancing girl, holding a pipa and flying skirt, which was the unique symbol of the Dunhuang clan.

The Dunhuang clan was originally in Tianhuang: a man was majestic and burly, proficient in carving and painting; a woman was graceful and good at singing and dancing with musical instruments. Eight hundred years ago, Dunhuang defected because he could not bear the enslavement of the feather clan. Most of the Dunhuang died under the pursuit of the feather sword immortals, and the rest escaped into the most desolate and vast desert, and from then on, they were slim.

"Dunhuang..." Hong Lianxue's eyes darkened slightly in the depths, and she immediately said in a cold voice, "It's your business! Boy, you can't protect yourself now, and you still have leisure..."

Halfway through her words, a flash of eyes appeared before her, and Zhi Shouzhen rushed over, just as her mood was slightly confused and her words were distracted.

"王——" The clear and exciting sound of the pipa echoed in the room. In a hurry, the turbid air of Hong Lianxue burst out, and an invisible sound wave popped out along the fingertips, slightly missing the correct head, rubbed Zhi Shuzhen's temples and shot through it, hitting the used mirror platform in the corner of the wall. With a "slam" sound, the bronze lenses shattered.

Zhi Shuzhen was approaching, and a cold light flashed across the short dagger, piercing Hong Lianxue's left neck. The latter had no time to resist, raised his calf forward, swayed his waist back, and leaned back like a dancing body, forming a curved moon arc. While dodging the dagger, he threw out his sleeves. The hidden cuffs were like a spiritual snake coming out of the hole, shaking out beautiful circles and wrapping them around Zhi Shuzhen's waist and legs.

Suddenly, another dagger light swept from the right, crossing the cold light that had pierced out like a jade clipper. Hong Lianxue's delicate body stiffened, and the cold dagger tip mounted her jade neck and pressed it without emitting it.

At the same time, Hong Lianxue's cuffs wrapped around Zhi Shuzhen's waist, causing him to stagger forward and leaned against Hong Lianxue's plump chest. The skins of both sides were close to each other, their eyes were close enough to hear each other's breathing sounds.
Chapter completed!