The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

Gu Jinxiao led Gu Mowen's body, walked out of the terrace, and walked towards the inner room at the other end of the complex corridor.

A smile slowly appeared on Gu Xiangzhi's exquisitely beautiful face.

Being held by him, Gu Mowen, who was supposed to be as motionless as a puppet, was taking the initiative to gently shake him back.

Counting it, this is the first physical contact between the two identities who know each other and Mo Wen.

Only then did he know that just physical contact can also affect this body.

This feeling is a little subtle.

Clearly, this is a puppet, and this is also himself, but the action of responding is not his intention.

Gu Jinxiao just led him by the body, walked into the guest room, and sat on the couch.

With a wave of his hand, the door of the room closed silently, and the pearl-like lamp was lit.

Gu Jinxiao was looking at Gu Mowen, and under his gaze, those eyes that were closed and closed as if in ecstasy slowly opened, and they were also looking at him gently.

"Ah Tian." He tried to call out the name, feeling a little uncomfortable, but smiled slowly, and traced the eyebrows and eyebrows of this face with his fingers.

"Ah Tian," Gu Xiangzhi's voice was as clear as spring water, "this is the name he gave you... the name he gave us."

At this moment, Gu Mowen's expression was very similar to Gu Xiangzhi's, and those sharp eyebrows and eyes gave him the illusion of being cold and clean.

Although the gloomy color at the end of the eyes has not faded away, the darkness and danger in those eyes are much less, like the moon reflected in the cold pool, the sky is bright and clear.

Lost soul, let those eyes clear and focused a lot.Looking at him like this, his brows and eyes are calm and indifferent, giving him the illusion of gentleness to the bone.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Gu Jinxiao murmured, there was a long light and tenderness in his eyes.Looking at his own body, he said calmly and without emotion, "I'm not that crane."

"Do you miss him too? But haven't you been with him all the time? Why does he look a little lonely? Thinner."

He spoke softly, in a low voice, like a whisper, like a whisper.

"He is different in front of acquaintances. Sometimes he is more gentle and lively, and sometimes he is alienated and out of reach."

"No matter who I am, I like that crane... only that crane."

Gu Jinxiao slowly leaned over and lowered her head, resting her forehead on Gu Mowen's shoulder.The leaning posture does not have any softness, it is more like a condescending control.

His eyebrows were slightly cold, and he said lightly: "But he, he only likes you. I'm a little angry."

"That crane, have you guessed your relationship with me?"

The soulless puppet was naturally silent, but slowly raised his hand, slowly hugged him tightly, and hugged him.

Gu Jinxiao's drooping eyes widened slightly, then her eyebrows and eyelashes lowered slightly, and the corners of her lips curled into a quiet and subtle arc.

He closed his eyes, raised his hand and hugged back slightly.Fell into the arms of the puppet.This time, she was faintly gentle and reassuring, like Gu Xiangzhi who really relied on her twin brother.

"What is the relationship between Zhong Qing and that crane? Do you know?"

Puppet Gu Mo asked: "..."

"He wants to see you, how can I replace you so that it doesn't look too deliberate..."

……

When the confrontation between He Jiuqing and Zhong Qing ended, it was suddenly discovered that Gu Xiangzhi had brought him back to the guest room, not the bedroom where He Jiuqing had always been.

Moreover, two people are obviously in a room.Also, the lights have been turned off.

Zhong Qing was speechless, and immediately turned to look at He Jiuqing.

He Jiuqing was tall and tall, silent.

"That," Zhong Qing realized later, "you don't think there's anything wrong..."

He Jiuqing nodded: "The guest room is on the left, you can choose one yourself."

After finishing speaking, He Jiuqing walked away calmly.

Zhong Qing's long eyebrows were lowered, and the tails of his eyebrows were raised, with a hint of unruliness and sharpness: "Whatever you say, A Tian, ​​is what you say, I don't believe you really know the answer."

Immediately, those peach-blossom eyes moved slightly, like a smile but not a smile.

Or, he just doesn't want to let himself know the answer.

……

On the outskirts of Chang'an, a wild temple.

On the barely paved bed made of thatch, lay a black-clothed policeman.

Her long hair, as beautiful as silk and satin, fell down, and the moonlight was as cool as water, and her beautiful and heroic face became paler and paler.

The black cloth on the chest was wet and dry with blood, and under the torn skirt, it was wrapped up with a white cloth towel, and a little blood was faintly oozing out.

She lay there motionless, her chest didn't rise and fall, as if she wasn't even breathing.

A swordsman dressed in linen and coarse cloth stood at the door, looking at the bright moon and wild grass in the distance, motionless, like another sculpture in the temple.

It is not cold in midsummer in May, and there is no bonfire burning here.

Just need some extra water every now and then.

The bamboo hat that the swordsman never leaves his body during the day has been taken off, revealing a face as cold as a rock, expressionless, with only a pair of calm and peaceful eyes.

He estimated that the time was up, turned around and walked back to the temple, untied the water from the water bag with one hand, pinched that beautiful pale face with the other, and fed the water meticulously without being gentle.

However, the next moment, the water sac was missed, and at the same time, there was a sharp attack even faster.

The swordsman fought back with only one hand, and soon the two confronted each other, seeing the pair of shining and stubborn eyes on the beautiful face, looking at him coldly at close range.

The swordsman's voice was hoarse and low, and he said without emotion: "I'm not your enemy. The man in the daytime knows the art of Taoism. If he doesn't give you a knife, he will cut off the soul of your face."

The black-clothed policeman quickly looked at him calmly, and said in a hoarse voice, "So I have to thank you for saving your life? Where's that face-stealing villain?"

"No. Dead."

The black-clothed policeman quickly lowered his eyes to see the wound on his chest.

In the next second, the attack was faster than before, and a sharp slap hit the swordsman's face.

This speed was so fast that he never avoided it.

The swordsman's face turned back, and he looked at her blankly, and met another face that was more ruthless than his.

The hoarse voice showed no emotion: "The doctor in the hospital bandaged me, not me."

The black-clothed policeman snapped his jaw, slapped himself back without hesitation in the next second, and said coldly, "Repay you."

The swordsman was stunned, seeing that one side of that beautiful face was obviously slightly red and swollen, and passed the medicine powder from his arms: "It's over."

The black-clothed policeman shook his head, but didn't answer: "I'm a policeman, I don't rely on my appearance, it doesn't matter."

The swordsman didn't speak for a long time, he remembered something, and handed over the water bag in his hand.

The black-clothed policeman still didn't answer, and looked up at him steadily, that beautiful and heroic face, even though it was pale and red and swollen, it was still very good-looking.Being watched so intently by her, people couldn't help but mention it.

"My name is Ge Shuyin, what's your name?"

"Qin Dao."

Ge Shuyin smiled, and said coldly: "It really looks like a fake name, a person with a high degree of heaven? Which star flag?"

Qin Dao looked at her, noncommittal: "Liu Shuwen, the case of Yumenguan, how come there are people from Geshu's family in the Jiangnan First League?"

Ge Shuyin looked at him without blinking, and said calmly: "The ghost sword is something that belongs to you, and someone used it to kill the old general Ge Shu Wenyue. Naturally, any crime can be added when a person is dead. There is a way to survive a big storm.”

"You want revenge?"

"Yes. But now I have changed my mind, I want to join the Heavenly Dao Stream."

Qin Dao stopped and walked out: "Tiandaoliu doesn't accept people casually."

"The ghost sword that slaughtered many merchants at Yumen Pass is a member of Tiandaoliu. Lin Zhaoyue didn't catch him at all. Let me find him, or I will announce his relationship with Tiandaoliu to the whole world."

Qin Dao said indifferently: "You can do whatever you want."

Ge Shuyin grabbed the thatch under her body with her fingers, stood up reluctantly, and staggered to go out.

Qin Dao paused, then turned around: "I'm not leaving, at least not now. I'll go find something to eat."

Ge Shuyin breathed a sigh of relief, and threw a golden hairpin over: "Take it and use it. I never owe anyone money."

Qin Dao caught it casually.

Everyone in Jianghu knows that Tian Daoliu's people have the highest martial arts, the most chivalrous and the most mysterious, but they are also the poorest.

The Jiangnan First League is just the opposite. Some martial arts may not be very good, but they are definitely rich and powerful.

One is in the court and the other is in the wild.The two parties look down on each other.

But Qin Dao suddenly felt that Ge Shuyin was very interesting.

Qin Dao left and soon came back with food.

Before he came back, a person came to this wild temple.

A noble young man dressed in white clothes like snow, with a silver unicorn pattern embroidered on the hem.

The jasper is flawless, the light and the wind are shining like the moon, as if the sky is full of frost, pouring thousands of hectares of bamboo forest.

He stood at the gate of the temple, looking down at Ge Shuyin's injury from a distance.

"A little injury won't kill you. I've met the leader." Ge Shuyin knelt on one knee, her lips pursed into a stern line.

Lin Zhaoyue's cool voice was calm and rational, without the slightest emotion: "You don't need to be respectful to me, I don't care about these things, maybe you will feel better in your heart. As long as you do the tasks I entrusted, all your clansmen will be happy." will not be implicated in the case."

Ge Shuyin raised her head and looked directly at him: "What instructions does the leader have?"

"Follow Qin Dao closely, join the Heavenly Dao Flow, and find a way to let him take you to the Three Thousand Snow Ridge Nameless Heaven Realm."

"Yes."

"Here is a piece of news that may be useful to you. The young master of Tiandaoliu, who has been missing for 15 years, appeared, and appeared in the middle and lower levels of Tiandaoliu with a ghost sword. The traitor 15 years ago is still active, and he is trying his best to find him , to kill him and the ghost sword. There are four ghost swords in total, and three of them are in heaven. Of these three ghost swords, one is real."

Doubt flashed across Ge Shuyin's eyebrows, trying her best to remember and understand.

"You don't have to figure out the details, you just need to follow Qin Dao and protect any of the young masters he wants to protect. Naturally, you can reach the Wuming Heaven Realm."

"Yes. Thank you, leader."

Lin Zhaoyue looked at her calmly: "Why thank me?"

Geshuyin's eyebrows were calm: "The crimes of the Geshu clan are clear and undeniable. I have enjoyed 20 years of wealth and glory, so I should share the punishment with the clan. The leader is willing to give me a chance to pardon the old, weak, women and children of the clan. I should thank you. Since I have accepted the task, I should do my best, and the leader helped me, and I should also thank you. Although I can’t repay you now, I will always remember it at that time.”

Lin Zhaoyue smiled faintly: "The men of Ge Shu's family are hard to achieve after Ge Shu Wenyue, but the women of Ge Shu's family are better than each other. It's a pity."

He turned around and disappeared under the frosty moonlight within a few breaths.

Ge Shuyin breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a cold sweat, not knowing whether it was the pain in the wound or something else.

……

After returning to the room, He Jiuqing habitually lay down until he stretched out his arms and felt a piece of space.

He lay still for a while, then sat up, but only sat.

Until Mingyue walked from the left to the right of the window.

If the mind is restless, one cannot meditate naturally.

He got up, changed into a bathrobe, and went to the bathtub at the back of the courtyard.

The eyes are not a mass of darkness, nor is it a foggy white, but a large area of ​​smudged color blocks, colorful.

He walked unhurriedly, and the wooden clogs fell silently on the wooden boards, the bluestone road, and the cobblestones.

Then, his expression suddenly paused, and he tilted his head slightly.

The lips with a slightly quiet lip line pursed lightly: "Is there anyone inside?"

The water surface was pushed aside, like a fish swimming slowly, staying close to the edge of the pool and not moving.

The Crane Immortal with eyes covered with white gauze, with loose ink hair, looks quiet and desolate, a little alienated from abstinence.

Because of that, that handsome and immortal face is a bit unhuman, without warmth or emotions, so close at hand but out of reach.

Without waiting for a response, he stretched out his hand, and the water wave suddenly seemed to be half-frozen, holding the object in the water and lifting it to him.

Crane Immortal said coldly and softly: "I caught you."

Then, he naturally took the fish in front of him into his arms.

The voice with a very soft ending asked, "Who was caught?"

He Jiuqing hugged him very tightly, even though the other party wet his clothes, he just said in a gentle and warm voice: "You caught me."

He seemed extremely tired, cold and lonely, and said softly: "Gu Jinxiao, I miss you very much."

"Where are you going next time, take me with you."

"Oh, I... I can't see you."

The person in his arms slowly hugged him tightly, and his soft and cool lips fell on the white gauze of his eyebrows and eyes.

"Me too, I've been thinking about you all the time."