"This time it's different. Sister Qingya seemed to have packed the package in a hurry, as if she was on a long journey, but she didn't even say anything to me. The other sisters were not here."

While speaking, Gong Qingxiu picked up a frosted orange from the fruit plate and cut the skin with a knife, and quickly cut it into six beautiful orange flowers.

A slender hand as jade was steady and fast, and the knife light shook and even a trace of orange collar was not cut off, indicating that this stunning person was not as delicate as his appearance.

Fengsha pondered and said, "Okay, I want someone to check it out. By the way, what are you asking for about them?"

Gong Qingxiu hesitated for a moment, peeled off a piece of orange petal and sent it to his mouth, and said slowly: "Master, a descendant of an old friend, is involved in a troublesome, and may be worried about his life, so I want to ask some senior sisters to help protect him for a few days."

Fengsha bit the orange petals and chewed them a few times. He was obviously sweet and frowned like he swallowed bitter medicine. Ren Song was staring at him, and he really didn't dare to stretch out his hand randomly now.

Gong Qingxiu fed him another petal and said softly: "Since the senior sister is not here, Qingxiu will find another way."

Fengsha thought for a while: "In this way, I will write you a note. With the note, you can borrow a few guards from Princess Rou's mansion, which should be enough to shock the young people."

Princess Rou is Yun Xu, although she has nothing to do with the word "rou".

Gong Qing's beautiful and beautiful face showed unexpected surprise, as if the sun instantly broke through the dark clouds, enough to make any man unable to turn his eyes open.

The wind and sand forced themselves to ignore it, lifted the thin blanket, got up and went to the side of the case.

Gong Qingxiu quickly put down the orange flowers and followed them to lay the paper and grind the ink.

The wind and sand lift the pen and dip it in ink, and it can be achieved overnight.

Gong Qingxiu blew it gently with the note, carefully folding it, treating it as a treasure in her arms.

Fengsha smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll write it to you if I lose it."

Gong Qingxiu showed a embarrassed expression: "It's not good to worry about Feng Shao. I really hope I can help you one day."

Feng Sharan laughed hoarsely: "I hope I will be in trouble?"

Gong Qingxiu bit her lips that were almost tender and tender: "Blame Qingxiu said the wrong thing."

Fengsha sighed and said, "I guess you can see that I have a hard time now. If necessary, I will ask you."

Losing the position of Xuanwu as the head of the affairs of the people will lose control of the Ascension Pavilion.

The rules of the Four Spirits are very strict, and outsiders cannot know the internal situation, and there are still signs of weakness in the external world. With Gong Qingxiu's intelligence, it is impossible to see it.

Gong Qingxiu nodded, her cherry lips slightly opened, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

Fengsha said lightly: "Don't get involved in the affairs of Ren Song and me. Even if I can't hold on in the end, there will be no trouble for Ascension Pavilion."

Gong Qingxiu's expression was very calm: "Qingxiu still has the ability to protect herself."

Fengsha smiled and said nothing.

Gong Qingxiu looks delicate and gentle, but she is actually an outstanding swordsman. Otherwise, she would not have been able to stand out from a group of experienced senior sisters and take over Master Gong's mantle.

He had seen Gong Qingxiu's swordsmanship with his own eyes, and he was almost like Taoism. If he really started to get angry, at least he could not find several opponents in Chenliu.

Gong Qingxiu's senior sisters are not vegetarians, otherwise they would not be able to make a fortune in the killer world. Unfortunately, he was sold to Yunxu by him, so he probably wouldn't be able to survive.

With the strength of the Ascension Pavilion, it is okay to be in the world. Facing a slightly larger force, it is actually no different from a fish-skinned person.

There are many people who covet Gong Qingxiu, including many powerful characters.

No matter how high his personal swordsmanship is, he cannot solve anything. If he had not secretly maintained it, this stunning person would have become the private favor of a certain back house.

Gong Qingxiu took the corner of Fengsha's sleeves and gently pulled him to the edge of the recliner. Yanran said, "Let's rest first. Come back later, Qingxiu will make you a few side dishes, then boil the old wine, and have a few drinks with you."

Fengsha suddenly fell silent and said after a long time, "I'm afraid it won't work today, I'm going to have something to do tonight."

"Then let's go next time!" The flash in Gong Qingxiu's eyes seemed to have a deep meaning.

The wind and sand did not make any noise, and they sat on the lounge chair and continued to look at the group of joyful cats in the garden.

Gong Qingxiu gently covered him with a thin blanket and quietly stepped out.

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In the quiet night, insects chirping, the moon shines through the cirrus clouds. Dilapidated houses and broken walls in the deserted courtyards.

At the end of the deserted courtyard, there is a small pile of graves.

The wind and sand sat in front of the grave, lit paper money lightly and slowly, maintaining the fire that was sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

The fire illuminates the tombstone, and there are only four words on it: the tomb of the beloved wife.

There is no name, no birth date, no death date, and even no person erecting a monument to leave his words.

The fire illuminates the face, without tears, without words.

The face was indescribable and the eyes were indescribable.

The fire is still burning in the pupils, rising and disappearing.

A gust of wind swept, and the embers flew ashes. They pounced on their faces, and the fire cracked and a little painful. They fell to their lips and licked their tongue, which seemed very bitter.

The birds crowed a few times, monotonous and rough, penetrating and ethereal, as if they had caught a human soul, and quickly flew high and far away, sank into the night sky, and merged into the stars.

The wind and sand bent the remaining small pile of paper money hard, divided it into several stacks, and gently surrounded it on the fire.

Looking at the sudden rising light, my expression was indescribable gentleness, and I seemed to see a somewhat blurred face through the flames.

Behind, a cold voice said hoarsely: "Your deceased wife, I lost my friend, so I can barely be regarded as having the same sympathy."

"Stop talking nonsense..."

Another voice, which seemed to be shrouded by fire, suddenly became annoyed: "Do you don't know the reason why there are so many dreams in the night? It's not too late to say it if you cut it to death, how long will you say it?"

The man spoke very fast, and he seemed to be ringing a gong randomly, looking impatient.

The wind and sand slowly stood up and turned around slowly.

Two people were tall and short, and they were as thin as one. They stood on the recess of the collapse of the broken wall, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword.

Behind the two heads is the moon, illuminating the clear shadows of people, and not illuminating the faces. They can be seen vaguely covering their faces.

Fengsha met the two of them: "You want to kill me?"

The tall man had a cold voice and raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, I will bury you and your dead wife together."

The short man glared at him and said coldly: "I want to take his head away."

The tall man shook his mask slightly, seemed to smile bitterly, his eyes were cold in an instant, holding the sword in his hand, flying forward.

As fast as a meteor, the shadows are long under the moon.

The light of the sword hit the throat.

Fengsha's eyes were very light, and he even had some fluctuations. He obviously wasn't afraid, as if the dying person was not him.

Deep in the eyes, light flashed, just like cracks and molten patterns appearing at the crater.

"Why don't you hide? You don't know how to do martial arts?" The tall man's eyes were full of surprise, and suddenly he put his sword in the sheath.

Fengsha stared at his masked face, showing a playful look.

"Why are you collecting your sword?" The short man arrived at the side of the side at some point, and said in a short voice, then cut the sword to the side of Fengsha neck.

Cunning angle, cruel and vicious.

The blade was surrounded by moonlight, and the eyes shining brightly with wind and sand. The faint light suddenly became loud, like adding fuel to the fire.
Chapter completed!