Lin Xian'er said: "Yes."

Jing Wuming said: "Why do you do this?"

Lin Xian'er said: "I know that the leader of Shangguan Gang has been looking for Han Wen because he is an anomaly, a shit-making stick."

Jing Wuming said: "Do you want to help us?"

Lin Xian'er said: "Yes."

Jing Wuming's pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes suddenly turned like an arrow. He said sternly: "Why are you helping us?"

Lin Xian'er said: "Because I hate Han Wen, I want his life!"

Jing Wuming said: "Why don't you kill him by yourself?"

Lin Xian'er sighed and said, "I can't kill him. When I was in front of him, I couldn't even think about it, because he could see through other people's thoughts at a glance, and he could kill others with one sword!"

Jing Wuming said: "He is really that powerful?"

Lin Xian'er sighed, "He is really even more terrifying than I said. Those who want to kill him have died at his hands. Except for Mr. Jing and the leader of the Shangguan Gang, no one in the world can kill him!" She raised her head, looked at Jing Wuming gently, and said softly: "I have never seen Mr. Jing's sword technique, but I can imagine it."

Jing Wuming said: "How can you imagine it?"

Lin Xian'er said: "Just because of Mr. Jing's calmness and calmness, although I don't know how to use swords, I also know that when masters fight, the changes in swordsmanship and the speed of attacks are not the most important thing, the most important thing is calmness and calmness."

Jing Wuming said: "Why?"

Lin Xian'er said: "Because of the changes in sword techniques, there is basically no big difference. After practicing martial arts to a certain stage, there will be no big difference in the speed of the attack. At that time, it depends on who is calmer and more calm, who can find out the opponent's weaknesses, and who is the winner."

She looked at Jing Wuming, her eyes full of admiration, and then said, "I have seen many famous swordsman masters in contemporary times. In terms of calmness and calmness, no one can compare to Mr. Jing."

To compliment someone, you must compliment it without being numb or excessive, and you are scratching the other person's itchy spot, so that you can be considered as complimenting. Lin Xian'er's ability to compliment someone has indeed reached home. This is her third weapon against men.

She knew that men like to be flattered, especially when they were flattered by women, and they had to serve a man's heart. A woman's compliment was often more effective than a thousand troops.

Jing Wuming still had no expression on his face and said coldly: "Is the day you made an appointment tomorrow?"

Lin Xian'er said: "Yes, because I'm sure Mr. Jing and the Shangguan Gangmaster will definitely arrive that day."

Jing Wuming said: "But how do you know that Korean will definitely arrive?"

Lin Xian'er said: "I know he will definitely receive that letter. As long as he receives that letter, he will definitely arrive."

Jing Wuming said: "Are you sure?"

Lin Xian'er smiled and said, "Yes! He likes to fight with masters!" Her smile suddenly disappeared, and she said softly, "In order to fight with masters, he doesn't even want his life, so it's terrible. Although your martial arts are higher than his, you should be careful when fighting with him."

Her eyes were full of care and consideration, which was her fourth weapon against men. If you want others to care about you, you must first ask him to know that you are caring about him. If a beautiful woman can use these four weapons properly, at least ninety-and-a-half of a hundred men will fall to her feet.

Unfortunately, Lin Xian'er met this time with an exception - she met not only a man, but not a person! Fortunately, she also has the most effective weapon. It is her last weapon and the most primitive weapon for women. Women can sometimes conquer men because they have this weapon.

But is this weapon also effective for Jing Wuming? Lin Xian'er hesitated. If she hadn't been absolutely sure, she would never use this weapon easily.

Jing Wuming's pupils were gradually spreading, gradually turning into a hazy dead gray, and he seemed not interested in anything in the world.

Lin Xian'er sighed secretly, she was really not sure about this man.

Jing Wuming said slowly: "Have you finished what you want to say?"

Lin Xian'er said: "Yes."

Jing Wuming slowly stood up, walked to the table, turned his back to her, and slowly poured a cup of tea, but never looked at her again.

Lin Xian'er could only smile bitterly and said, "If Mr. Jing had no other instructions, I would say goodbye."

Jing Wuming ignored her and took out a pill from her arms. She swallowed it with tea. Lin Xian'er couldn't see what he was doing. After waiting for a long time, Jing Wuming still didn't turn around. She had no way to stay any longer, so she had to leave.

But before she could reach the door, Jing Wuming suddenly said, "I heard that you like seducing men very much, right?"

Lin Xian'er was stunned.

Jing Wuming continued coldly: "As soon as you walk into this room, you are seducing me. Aren't you?"

Lin Xian'er's eyes were flowing, and she slowly lowered her head and said, "I like men who can calm down."

Jing Wuming turned around suddenly and said, "So, why have you given up now?"

Lin Xian'er raised her head and found that his pupils suddenly shrank again and were staring at her body. Her eyes seemed to be completely shy. Her face seemed to be red. She lowered her head and said, "Your heart is like iron, I...I dare not..."

Jing Wuming said slowly: "But my people are not iron."

Lin Xian'er raised her head again and focused on him, her eyes gradually lit up.

Jing Wuming said: "You have only one way to seduce me, the most direct way."

Lin Xian'er blushed and said, "Why don't you teach me?"

Jing Wuming walked towards her slowly and said coldly: "Do you still need me to teach this method?"

He suddenly slapped her in the face with a backhand. Lin Xian'er seemed to have been beaten up and fell on the bed, moaning softly. Although her face was twisted by pain, her eyes were filled with fanatical sparks...

Jing Wuming slowly turned around and walked to the bed.

Lin Xian'er suddenly jumped up, hugged him tightly, and moaned, "If you want to fight, just hit me. It doesn't matter if you beat me to death, I'd rather die at your hands..."

Jing Wuming's hand had fallen down again. Murmuring kept coming from the room, and it sounded more pleasant than pain. Does she like to be tortured and whipped?

When Lin Xian'er walked out of the room, it was almost dawn. She seemed so embarrassed and tired, as if she couldn't even lift her legs, but her expression was indescribable and calm.

Every time she ignited A Fei's flame, a fire ignited in her heart, so she always asked someone to vent and put out the fire.

She likes to be tortured and torture others.

The morning mist is already thin.

The door splashed open.

.........

.........

He was wearing a blue cloth dress. He was originally very new, but now he was covered in mud, sweat, and his knees were worn out between his elbows and his hair was even more messy. But when he stood there from afar, Lin Xian'er could feel a murderous aura!

He looked like the sword inserted on his belt. A sword without sheaths! It was Ah Fei!

Lin Xian'er looked at him incredible, but she soon saw the man wearing a fox fur and cloak. He was yawning, looking lazy. After a long time, he seemed to have not woken up and murmured: "How do you feel now?"

Ah Fei pursed his thin lips and said slowly: "It's very bad!"

的确不是很好,他先是被韩文胖揍了一顿,随后又是被点了穴道,就在这房间外听了一晚上,他最心爱的女人是什么样的人,他终于了解了,所以他拿起了剑.

The beloved concubine who picked up the sword was the real A Fei. Only in this way can he show his fierce, cold, aggressive wildness! A quiet wildness, strange wildness!

Lin Xian'er wanted to say something, and a stone came over. She couldn't open her mouth. Another stone came over. Her man fell on the ground with his back. The sound that followed was - "Don't talk. I hate your voice. Close your eyes. Don't use your disgusting eyes to see things you shouldn't see. In the end, you have no use value now and can die!"

Ah Fei still looked at all this coldly, with no expression at all. His eyes were bright and sharp. After two days of tracking, it seemed that he had recovered a little bit of the sword-like light that used to be like.

That was a very strong contrast with Jing Wuming's gray eyes.

A Fei's eyes looked at Jing Wuming who was walking out of the room.

Jing Wuming was also looking at him.

The two of them met. It was like a sword stabbing the cold and gray thousand-year rock. No one could guess whether the sword was sharp or the rock was hard! Although neither of them spoke, a string of sparks seemed to have burst out between their eyes!

A Fei's eyes moved to Jing Wuming's sword.

Jing Wuming's eyes moved towards the sword inserted on A Fei's belt almost at the same moment!

These may be the two most similar swords in the world! These two swords are neither magical weapons nor cast by famous craftsmen. Although these two swords are sharp, they are too thin and too crisp! They are easily broken!

Although the swords are the same, the two of them have different methods of inserting the sword. A Fei's sword is inserted in the center of his waist. The hilt of the sword is to the right. Jing Wuming's sword is inserted to the right of the belt, and the hilt of the sword is to the left.

There seems to be a strange attraction between these two swords that others cannot understand!

As soon as the two of them touched each other's sword, they walked towards each other step by step. But their eyes never left each other's sword! When the two were only five feet apart, they suddenly stopped together!

Then, the two were nailed to the ground like nails.

Jing Wuming was wearing a very short yellow shirt, with the corners of the shirt that could only cover the knees. The cuffs were tightly tied. His fingers were thin and long, but they were protruding in his bones, making them look very powerful!

Ah Fei's clothes were shorter, his cuffs had almost been completely torn off, and his arms were thin, long, but they were very rough, like sand and gravel.

Both of them had no edges, but their nails were short. They didn't want to have anything to prevent them from drawing their swords. These may be the two people who are most similar in the world! Now the two have finally met.

Only when the two stand together and observe carefully can you find that although the two look similar, their temperaments are basically completely different.

Jing Wuming's face seemed to be wearing a mask, and there would never be any changes in expression.

Although Ah Fei's face was quiet and cold, his eyes could burn like flames at any time, and he would be willing to burn his life and soul.

However, Jing Wuming's entire person was already a pile of dead ashes. Perhaps his life had been burned to death before it even began.

A Fei can tolerate it and wait, but he will never tolerate anyone's grievances.

Jing Wuming can kill people for one word, or even for a certain look of a look, but when necessary, he can tolerate any grievances.

Both of them are very strange and terrifying. No one can guess why God created such two people, but they just want them to meet.

Early spring.

The coldness has not subsided, and the north wind is howling.

The wind is not strong, but the yellow leaves that have not completely fallen in autumn fall are rustling. Could it be that they were destroyed by their murderous aura?
To be continued...