The seventh rule of the male god

——I don't expect to meet again, but I would like to see you again.

Yun Changfeng rubbed his forehead and heart, opened the book of destiny, the yellowed pages looked like an old man in his twilight years, and even thousands of words could not be worth the passing of time.

People who have not forgotten Dust Valley already have the ability to secretly spy on the secrets of the sky. It slowly records the difference between the foreseeable future and the present world.

Shen Xin, luckily.

Thinking about these four words carefully, but suddenly heard the sound of "bang bang" downstairs, Yun Changfeng frowned slightly, closed the destiny book, got up and went downstairs, stood on the bamboo ladder and calmly looked at everything in front of him——

The ground was in a mess, the boy in white looked at Jiang Yunsui with hostility in his eyes, put the food on the table, and the soup spilled all over the floor, Jiang Yun who was standing next to him was stabbed in the hand by the boy, seeing him coming, The thin lips were pursed into a cold straight line.

No one spoke, Yun Changfeng looked at the young man in white, who seemed to be called An Zi, and the young An Zi saw him coming down the stairs as usual, only to suddenly realize that he seemed to have misunderstood, and lowered his head a little nervously. Don't dare to speak without asking.

"what happened?"

A clear voice like hitting gold and broken jade sounded, and the young man Anzi raised his head, and hurriedly explained: "Valley Master, this person is not from my valley. I thought he had evil intentions for a moment, so..."

Before he finished speaking, he knelt straight on the floor and made a thud, probably his knee was injured. From Yun Changfeng's point of view, the young man's back was straight, stretching out a smooth and powerful arc Wire.

"You're not wrong, just go to the cliff and think about it for a month." Yun Changfeng walked down the bamboo ladder again, looking down at the boy An Zi.

Hearing Yun Changfeng's words, the young man Anzi hummed respectfully, picked up the blood-stained sword next to him with a handsome face expressionlessly, took a peek at Yun Changfeng cautiously, and then took the punishment and left.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, only the blood on Jiang Yun's hand kept falling, and a small pool of blood accumulated on the ground, some of which fell into the lake through the gaps in the bamboo floor and disappeared completely.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Why don't you fight back?"

For a long time, Yun Changfeng met Jiang Yunsui's gaze, and the pupils of those eyes reflected an indifferent figure in white clothes. Hearing the question, his eyelashes trembled, half covering his eyes, when Yun Changfeng thought that the other party would not speak. , Jiang Yun opened his thin lips lightly: "I don't know."

"He is the person here, and you are the master of this place. If I hurt you, you will hate me. I don't want you to hate me."

Jiang Yun looked at Yun Changfeng again, his eyes were still cold, and his tone didn't change much, but he was slightly annoyed and bewildered.

——I don't want you to hate me.

Yun Changfeng looked at him steadfastly and didn't speak. This is a figure like a landscape painting, pure and cold, honest and earnest and cute, like a grown-up child.

Under Yun Changfeng's sight, Jiang Yunsui lowered his head unconsciously, staring straight at his snow-white toes with calm eyes, but his ears began to gradually turn suspicious red.

Yun Changfeng withdrew his gaze and went straight upstairs.

Hearing the sound of him going upstairs, Jiang Yunsui felt that the world was blurred, and he clenched his hands unconsciously, the blush around his ears faded instantly, and his face turned pale.

The wind blew through the window lattice, the young man standing alone bowed his head, his black hair slid down his neck with his movements, the young man unconsciously bent his fingers, the wound on his left hand seemed to have opened a hole, blood was flowing.

For a thief, hands are more important than life.

"release."

Yun Changfeng looked indifferently at the clenched left hand, frowned slightly, and spoke in an orderly tone. Jiang Yunsui was startled, and his left hand loosened as if he had said that, instantly, more blood flowed out, the color of the blood was brighter, and it slowly fell on the bamboo cloth. On the floor, there is a mysterious beauty.

Yun Changfeng dragged his wrist without saying a word to observe it. The cold temperature spread from the touching skin to the whole arm and the whole body. Jiang Yunsui blinked his eyes in confusion.

"Very comfortable."

"What?" Yun Changfeng looked at the wound. An Zi's sword almost pierced through his entire palm. No wonder he was still bleeding until now. Hearing Jiang Yunsui's voice, he asked subconsciously.

"I feel good when you touch me."

The voice next to his ear was cold and clean like the water from a mountain spring that had not been soaked. Yun Changfeng lowered his eyes and sprinkled the healing powder on it. He looked at his finger and flexed it, "It hurts?"

"It doesn't hurt." Jiang Yunsui looked at Yun Changfeng's face dully, his heart speeded up for no reason, "Can you tell me your name?"

Yun Changfeng wrapped the white gauze quietly, as if he didn't hear his words, some blood oozed from the gauze, and then covered it layer by layer.

In the end, he made a knot, Yun Changfeng took a step back and stood up, his condensed eyes met those clear eyes, those eyes, there was a faint sense of loss hidden deep in the eyes, seeing him look over, the young man turned around in a bit of embarrassment She turned her head away, not daring to look at him.

The atmosphere between them will always enter into an inexplicable quietness, but no one will break it.

The sun fell into the room, and there were blue waves rippling outside the window, bamboo flowers spread all over the ground, and the sky outside the peach blossoms was high and cloudless.

Under the endless sky, a man in Tsing Yi danced with a sword. His movements were smooth and beautiful, and his murderous swordsmanship danced with a poetic beauty. With a beautiful and freehand sword flower, he The negative sword stands.

He doesn't look like a person from the Jianghu, but he has a bit of a scholar's taste, with a clear and meaningful atmosphere.

The servant next to him brought a cup of tea in time, the man in Tsing Yi took a sip and put it down, asking: "Tell me, does the owner of Wangchen Valley have any heart?"

"Ah Xiu doesn't know." The servant in sackcloth had a small round face, and his big eyes gave off a strange smell. Hearing this, he lowered his head, frowned delicately, and muttered to himself.

Oh, owner, the young owner of Wangchen Valley has never seen him before, so how do you know if he has a heart?

Thinking like this in his heart, he didn't dare to make a mistake. Although the owner of the villa seems to have a good temper, it's not his turn to make fun of him as a little servant.

"I don't know?" The man in Tsing Yi murmured, looking into the distance, feeling a little dazed, and whispered: "I made a divination for him yesterday, and I'm in a situation where I'm ruthlessly losing myself, I just hope nothing happens..."

Fu asked again: "By the way, where did Luoxi go?"

"Ah, the Fourth Young Master Bai came to Yuegui Mountain Villa this morning, but when the owner went out, he asked the servant to bring a message to the owner. He said that if the owner didn't ask, he wouldn't tell. I'll tell you if I ask."

"What are you talking about?" Jing Yu sat under the stone table next to him, and gently wiped the sword in his hand with a white brocade handkerchief. A strand of black hair fell down his cheek with the movement, and the profile of his porcelain-white jade-like face became more and more handsome. Axiu stared blankly.

After hearing the question, he came back to his senses, blushing, alas, although the owner is good-looking, he is a man, a man, a man, a man!No matter how much you look at, you can't see a fart! !

"Bai, Fourth Young Master Bai said—"

Under the morning light, the young man in white stood against the light, his voice and smile were blurred in a halo, only his loud voice was heard, "Yun Sui has always been without a trace and gone without a trace, do as you please, I am envious Extremely, I have always been sheltered by my father under his wings, this time when I leave home, I just go for a walk in the rivers and lakes, and come back when I am tired."

It wasn't until Ah Xiu stepped back that Jing Yu stopped wiping the sword, took out the scabbard, put the sword on the stone table, and silently looked at the tree in the distance. A string of golden bells is hung on the trunk with a red ribbon, and the breeze blows, and the golden bells jingle.

The string of bells was originally hung by Jiang Yunsui, and he didn't know where he stole it. At first, he planned to take it off secretly while Yunsui was away, but now Jing Yu has gotten used to the occasional bells, like I'm used to Bai Luoxi's talkativeness and Jiang Yunsui's good and evil.