Bamboo Shadow Reflecting Shutong

"This story is purely fictional."

As soon as Qin Yun sat down, he heard this sentence that was probably nonsensical for a storyteller, and almost tripped over the short stool.

It's really interesting, but... He squinted his eyes and focused on this handsome young man.Those who are familiar with his partner will know that there is a dangerous light in his eyes.In an instant, he returned to the loose appearance of waving the white fan leisurely, as if the eyes had never existed before.

"This is the goal this time?" He tilted his head and whispered to an ordinary-looking person.

The man didn't answer, but just shook his sleeves, handed over a small note respectfully, and gestured to wipe his neck.

When Qin Yun took the note, he looked at this person for a while: ordinary people have such an advantage, and it is difficult to find them when they hide in the crowd. This face seems to be completed according to the word ordinary .

He nodded imperceptibly, as a recognition of this person.Patting him on the shoulder casually, he saw that person retreating quickly, seeming to be excited.

After Qin Yun finished these, he just opened the note, looked at it and frowned, then raised his eyes to Yang Yu who was telling his "purely fictional" story, feeling that this person was very ostentatious.

"If I had to describe the weather that day, it would probably be 'the ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands'." These words drew a lot of laughter, but Qin Yun could see it in his eyes. Fleeting sadness and loneliness.

Qin Yun thought that this person was so ostentatious that he even took the position of storyteller to do it, probably because of his loneliness.

His identity determines that he has no one to trust, and he has to take care of big things by himself.

That's fine, inexplicably, Qin Yun felt a sense of sympathy for each other—it was a kind of confession to be able to show his heart to a group of women, children, old and young who didn't know how many ghosts he had buried under his sword.

As for Qin Yun, suppressing her past and loneliness, she never said anything.

But it may also be that no one can say it.

There used to be, but...

He hadn't stayed until Qin Yun had experienced this, and disappeared in the snow-covered world.

"He went there alone, and when he returned, there was no wound anywhere on his body. The blood splattered out along his footprints, just like the story of the assassin I told, but..."

Qin Yun rubbed the center of his brows, brought back his wandering heart, and continued his mission calmly, keeping an eye on him.

Observe, then silence.

This was really nothing to him, a thousand-year-old fox, but his intuition told him that the opponent this time might not be as simple as usual—maybe a century-old fox.

Cultivation is not easy, Qin Yun picked up this metaphor rather absent-mindedly.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yun's absent-mindedness suddenly turned into coldness, he straightened his back suddenly, his hair stood on end—the man's eyes suddenly floated here, without warmth and emotion, Qin Yun couldn't help but I feel a chill.

Du Dao's superficially fierce eyes are actually the least terrifying of threats. The most palpitating eyes are like a poisoned needle. You never know when that needle will strike.

Sure enough, it was noticed.Qin Yun shook the white jade fan, making an unfathomable look.

...and at the same time secretly proud of the restoration of the playboy.

In fact, he was not accidentally noticed, because today he is too ostentatious, and it is difficult for people not to pay attention to him.

"It's just that he died this time, because his heart died." The feeling of sadness and desolation is only for a moment, he paused, and then resumed his elegant tone, "Guest officer, the first story, just It's over here." The calm tone was vivid and pleasant to the ears, and even Qin Yun, who didn't care about the story, was impressed by his gentleness and elegance.

Such a person is supposed to be romantic forever, ride a boat with friends, sing songs while drinking water, why must he take a bloody road, remove the elegance on the surface of the skin, and stain it with the smell of blood? no return.

too much breath.But I saw that man bypassing the crowd and walking straight towards Qin Yun.Generally speaking, a person who is keenly aware of danger will decide to take the initiative, because the chances of winning are higher this way, and he will not be in a passive state. It seems that he is well versed in this.Qin Yun thought secretly.

It seems that this person is indeed a fox that has become a spirit.