The seventh rule of the male god

--do you know?Life is precious, so killing must be an art.

The winter sunlight hits down from the huge gap in the canopy of the tree, and falls on the young man in white who is reclining on the tree. He is holding a white bamboo hat in one hand, the tulle slips, half of his body is leaning against the tree, and his long black hair falls in the air. In the middle, a graceful arc was bent, the man in white closed his eyes, and there was a vague smile at the corner of his mouth, like clear water flowing across the cold stone bridge, as if he had lost his emotions under the dialysis of the sun.

This tree is big and strong, and there are layers of leaves under him. The sunlight falls through the thin cracks of the leaves, forming mottled light and shadows, confined in one corner.

In the distance is a farther and more open sky with high clouds, and the breeze blows his black hair, gently lingering.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, turned around and fell to the ground lightly. He looked up and saw the ancient city wall—Chenyang.

The white-clothed man had picturesque eyebrows, put on a bamboo hat, his face was covered by the slowly falling tulle, and he walked slowly towards Chenyang City.

Chenyang City is the only way to go to Lecheng. It has a long and ancient history, and it is also considered prosperous. It is known as the "Glory of the Morning Sun".

——There is a kind of flower here called sunflower. Whenever the sunflower blooms, the sun will pay special attention to this place, just like another world.

After harnessing the horse, Bai Luoxi looked up at the restaurant, and went in amidst Xiao Er's greeting.

He was born with sword eyebrows and star eyes, very handsome, and his aura was influenced by the environment in which he grew up, which made him appear a little contradictory, noble and unrestrained, and instantly caught the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

The footsteps remained the same, the fourth master Bai did not change his face but the corners of his mouth twitched, he went straight upstairs and found a place facing the street to sit down.

Immediately, a mistress came up to ask him what he needed. He ordered some good food and wine and waved the mistress away. Anyway, the fourth master Bai lacked everything except money, which was a vulgar and high-end thing.

As for why he is idle here now?

Bai Si felt desolate in his heart.

If Jiang Yunsui that bastard hadn't announced his return in Lecheng, do you think he would be here?

if you serious you lose.

After the food and wine were served, he sipped the wine leisurely while watching the people coming and going below.

At this time, a man in white came slowly on the avenue. The snow-white bamboo hat was covered with white tulle, and only the outline of his cheek could be seen, but it was an outline, but it was also extremely beautiful, which aroused people's infinite reverie.

The temperament of the whole body is high and noble, elegant and cold, just like a banished immortal, a silhouette of forgetting love on the other side of drowning, and the ink-stained whiteness of returning to the wind and snow.

There seems to be a touch of tenderness mixed with the coldness, and there seems to be a trace of indifference in the tenderness.

Step by step, like splashing ink on a river and mountain, the steps seem to be stepping on the apex of a person's heart, the wind blows his clothes, like snow falling on the river.

Are there immortals, who come from afar.

People on the avenue stopped one after another, and they all stopped to pay attention. Several girls blushed when they saw it, and they gathered together to talk in a low voice.

Fourth Young Master Bai's eyes also turned around that person without any scruples. Anyway, so many people were looking at him and he was not the only one. Thinking of this, his eyes became more and more unscrupulous. In conclusion, she is a rare beauty.

Uh--

Unexpectedly, the beauty suddenly raised her head. Although she didn't know the direction of his gaze through the tulle, Fourth Young Master Bai's heart skipped a beat. Why did he always feel that the beauty in white was looking at him?

The Fourth Young Master Bai smiled embarrassingly, turned his eyes away and stopped looking, but the corner of his eye always sneaked unconsciously, and after a while, the man disappeared from Bai Si's eyes.

Bai Luoxi blinked, still watching the people coming and going on the street, feeling a little disappointed and amused at the same time.

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"Can I have a seat?"

That voice was like jade soaked in a cold pool, warm and cool, like spring water, extremely nourishing to the ear, and the Fourth Young Master Bai trembled when he heard it.

Hearing this kind of voice is a kind of auditory enjoyment, but Bai Luoxi is indeed subconsciously holding the sword placed aside vigilantly, but at the same time, he replied subconsciously: "Yes."

When he came back to his senses, he turned around and saw the person's snow-white clothes, his brain froze, and he said: "Beauty?"

Hearing this, the man in white seemed to pause for a moment, and then sat down gracefully across from him. Bai Luoxi's hand holding the sword became more and more forceful, and he was sweating slightly - he definitely didn't feel wrong just now, when he subconsciously said " At the moment when the word "beauty" was used, there was a real killing intent.

Although the killing intent only appeared for a moment, Bai Luoxi did not dare to relax his vigilance.

"I don't like people calling me beautiful, how old are you?"

"Xu-year-old nineteen." Seeing that the person in front of him did not show that kind of killing intent again, and he explained, the fourth master felt relieved, and his hand holding the sword loosened a little.

Although the rivers and lakes are dangerous, there are also feelings and righteousness. Most people do not kill indiscriminately.

Yun Changfeng heard that, through the tulle, he looked at the boy in white clothes who looked exactly like him in front of him. The girl was 16 years old and the man was 20 years old. It is not an exaggeration to call him a boy.

Immediately, his eyes moved downstairs, looking down at the crowds, the white tulle hanging on the floor, with its own charm, the wind blowing the street curtains, the market was picturesque.

He regards this as a painting, but he doesn't know how many people see him.

Bai Luoxi also looked down, her heart calmed down, the people around her had a very peaceful aura, although they were cold, they exuded a soft tranquility.

Fourth Young Master Bai dared to swear to God with his conscience, he didn't know why he was walking with the beauty now, and he didn't know why he wanted to go to Lecheng with the beauty.

Crying, he really didn't know why, anyway, when he reacted, it was a done deal.

"What did you go to Lecheng for?"

Fourth Young Master Bai was riding a horse, and asked Yun Changfeng, who was also riding a horse, because he was riding a horse at this time, he didn't wear a bamboo hat, showing his face, the ice and snow were melting, just looking at it, there was a suffocating feeling Throbbing beauty.

For such a person, beauty in him is no longer a description, but a modifier.

No wonder you have to wear a bamboo hat, otherwise this face and this temperament will make many ignorant girls secretly promise, but in the end they will turn into falling flowers and scattered infatuation.

However, when did such a person appear in the arena?

Bai Luoxi was muttering to herself, but she heard the man's voice, "Look for someone."

"Ah? What a coincidence, I'm looking for someone too!"

"Who are you looking for?"

"Jiang Yunsui, what about you?" As soon as Yun Changfeng asked, Fourth Young Master Bai would subconsciously answer as if his brain was not enough. The first time he realized it was regret and self-loathing, but he was not to be outdone, so he asked back.

"Shen Biyang." Since Biyang is written in the Destiny Book, and the surname Shen is added, it will be the name of the next owner of Wangchen Valley.

Originally thinking that Yun Changfeng would not answer, the fourth son of Bai had a dazed face, a little flattered, and bought the whole family property at once, "My name is Bai Luoxi, Sanshuiluo, Sanshuixi."

Seeing that Yun Changfeng didn't speak, Bai Luoxi said anxiously: "Then what's your name, you can name it whatever you want, I can't call you hello, right? How rude, I already said I Name, you..."

"My surname is Shen."

"Both surnamed Shen, so what is your relationship with Shen Biyang? Wait, I'll recruit first. Jiang Yunsui and I are brothers. Can you tell me about our fateful friendship?"

"Don't be silent, uh, don't ride so fast, wait for me, Mr. Shen..."

As night fell, the two found a small town to stay in, tied the horse in the horse cellar in the inn, had dinner, and then went back to their room to sleep.

Lying on his side on the uncomfortable wooden bed, suddenly there was a sharp piercing sound, Yun Changfeng's ears moved, he rolled on the ground in dodge, got up quickly, and looked over indifferently.

With a sound of "Zheng--", a cold knife was fixed on the bed where he was sleeping just now, trembling slightly under the moonlight.

Immediately, several men in black appeared in the room. They were agile and held sharp blades in their hands.

Yun Changfeng turned his hand back and pulled up the blade on the bed with all his strength, and blocked it head-on. The cold weapons intersected and made a crisp and sharp sound. His body shape changed rapidly, and he turned around and kicked hard, knocking off the opponent's body. weapon.

He took it with his right hand and then hit it with his elbow, a dazzling blood red.

Although it was a life-and-death fight, when he raised his hand, landed on the ground, and turned around, he was dressed in white clothes, as if strolling into poetry, with unparalleled elegance.

"It's really troublesome, do you want to kill yourself?"

A cool and sweet voice resounded in the silence, the young man's brows were picturesquely cold, his slender white fingers picked up the chin of the dying man in black, and then grabbed it fiercely, blocking the man's thoughts of biting his tongue to kill himself.