Transcending into a blue scorpion

With his hand away, the hot and soft touch also disappeared.

Lan Miao sighed, and said, "It's strange, it's just normal drinking, why isn't your face turning red?"

Guo Songyang retracted his hand, but stretched out his hand to touch the other side.The eyes are also staring at the other party, as if they are really studying his face.

Guo Songyang remained silent, grabbing his wrist, trying to pull him away.However, Lan Miao seemed to be overwhelmed with alcohol, and her hands left his face, but the whole person was bullied and fell into the opponent's arms.

As if afraid of slipping down, he wrapped his arms around Guo Songyang's back again.

He drank a lot, not only his face was blushing at this moment, but also fine flames lit up on his body, burning from his fingertips to his chest, as if a pot of hot fire was pressed against the opponent's arms.His heartbeat also became faster, he groaned, and said: "This wine is too strong, I can't sit still, you...you help me."

Guo Songyang really supported him, but he didn't hold him into his arms, but gently pulled his arm from his waist, pushed him back on the chair, and said, "You should go to sleep."

Lan Miao leaned on the table and took a while to get up.

He looked at Guo Songyang with gloomy eyes.

Guo Songyang never looked at him, let alone speak.

Lan Miao could only say: "You... You should go to bed early too."

He walked to the door, turned around suddenly, and said, "My room is next door."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he took another deep look at the other party and walked out.

The night was getting dark, and in the small courtyard of "Swallows holding mud", everything was completely silent, except for the occasional "rustling" sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Lan Miao leaned against the head of the bed, of course he didn't sleep.

He was thinking about what Yikui said to him yesterday.

Although Yikui regards Guo Songyang as a thorn in his side, after all, he was saved by others.Lan Miao couldn't help saying a few words of justice for Guo Songyang.Little did he know that these two sentences elicited a lot of words from Yi Kui, revealing a dark history of this unparalleled songyang iron sword.

After Lan Miao listened, she finally knew why Guo Songyang scolded Guo Ding angrily, and why Guo Ding was so concerned about his brother's private life.

Eight years ago, Guo Songyang was only in his early 20s, full of fighting spirit and full of vigor.At that time, he had already won the title of Songyang Iron Sword, and he was looking for people to fight everywhere in the rivers and lakes.He would challenge almost any young hero who was famous in the Jianghu at that time.

At that time, he already knew what women were like. Like all men, he also loved leaning against the red, nestling in the emerald green, dreaming and dreaming, but he never regarded them as the same thing.Martial arts and faith are still the most important content in his life, and they have never changed.

But one day, he met another young hero.Both are swordsmanship geniuses, they hit it off right away, their personalities are quite similar, and they talked very well.

Many people think that Guo Songyang is a very cold and hard-hearted person.But if anyone falls into his eyes, he is actually a bloody and loyal friend.The reason why he looks too indifferent on the surface is because his emotions are as sincere as gold, so he refuses to reveal them easily.Li Xunhuan sees this point most brilliantly.

Besides, Guo Songyang was still young at that time.His emotions are more easily aroused.He still acts according to his will, and has never thought about the relationship between "martial arts" and "friends".

He already regarded this person as a friend in his heart.

But they are both masters of swordsmanship, they have been discussing swords for a long time, and they inevitably want to compete with each other, so they scheduled a decisive battle in a month's time.Both of them are arrogant by nature and don't want to lose to each other, so Qiqi spends the rest of his time honing his swordsmanship.

Guo Songyang stayed at home, half a month later, he was meditating on his sword skills, when suddenly someone broke into the yard.

It was three men chasing a woman.

He really shouldn't have saved this woman.

This woman was born beautiful and delicate, and there was a small mole in the corner of her eye.She cooks gracefully and walks with indescribable styles.In terms of temperament, it is a bit like a blue seedling, but it is more docile and weak than the blue seedling, and it can also arouse a man's desire for protection.

Guo Songyang entered her house that night. Although the woman was shy, she didn't seriously resist.After the spring breeze, Guo Songyang actually loved her so much that he asked her what her name was and where her home was.She only said that her name was Xiaodie, and refused to share other information.

Guo Songyang didn't take it seriously either, he wanted to win this duel first, and then discuss future matters with Xiaodie.But there is a beloved woman in the house, and there is no man who will not be distracted.He was absolutely unwilling to perfuse his decisive battle, so he moved out of the house and said he would see her again in half a month.

After seven days, he really missed her, so he came back.

Unexpectedly, there was no one in the house, and there was no sign of a fight.There was a thin layer of dust on the stove.

Even if the color made him dizzy, he also realized that something was wrong.

Following the clues, he discovered another bolt from the blue.This "Xiaodie" whose full name is Hu Die is actually the wife of his new friend brother!Not a concubine, not a lover, but a wife! As long as "Xiao Die" appears during the decisive battle between the two, Jiao Didi will call her "husband".Guo Songyang will definitely lose!

Guo Songyang's mood at that time was simply indescribable, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the sword.

He was so ashamed, painful, manic, and angry that he couldn't restrain himself... He thought to himself that this man sent his own wife in order to win over him... How could this man be worthy of Hu Die!He was blinded by a pair of dog eyes, and regarded this shameless person as a friend!

Seriously, Guo Songyang's swordsmanship is superior to his opponent's, no wonder the opponent has to use indiscriminate methods.

On the day of the decisive battle, he was merciless with his sword.His "friend" stared at him, as if in disbelief, and died in shock.

Then he found Hu Die and asked her to follow him.

Yikui sneered, this revealed Songyang Tiejian's true psychology.

He said, Guo Songyang's trick of killing his husband and seizing his wife is so wonderful, if it wasn't like this, how could he get Hu Die openly?The other party's dirty tricks are just an excuse.

But Hu Die burst into tears. She said that her husband had no idea what she had done.She just saw her husband thinking hard about sword skills all day long after he had decided on a decisive battle.Then he didn't sleep all night and all night, and then he was close to madness, almost committing suicide.She knew that her husband could not bear the humiliation of defeat, but this time the opponent was too tough.

But her husband has been killed because of this misunderstanding!The dead will never be resurrected.

After listening to it, Guo Songyang was in a trance and couldn't make a sound.

He was careless.

The general idea is that there is a price to pay.

Hu Die suddenly pulled out a personal dagger, stabbed him, and then stabbed herself again.

These two knives completely killed Hu Die and almost killed Guo Songyang.He had been recovering from his injury for a full month, and after recovering from his injury, he stayed behind closed doors, and he was not seen in the martial arts arena for several months.It was Guo Ding who broke into his home and beat him up.

This is probably the reason why Guo Songyang became angry for no reason when he saw him read "Guo Songyang's Secret History".

Lan Miao thought to himself that he might really like Hu Die, but a wrong love is not enough to make him taboo.

But bullying his friend's wife and killing his friend is enough for him to kill himself with a sword.

He would never want anyone to know this history, especially Lan Miao.

Lan Miao thought, Guo Ding tried every means to drive him away, and he must think he was an upgraded version of Hu Die.At least Hu Die's martial arts are low, and his own martial arts are still strong, so I don't know what kind of bloody storm Guo Songyang will be involved in.

He curled his long hair with his fingers, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth gradually became gentle.

When Guo Songyang said "I will definitely rescue him", he had already seen the golden heart of Songyang Iron Sword.

Hu Die's past is the ugly scars on Guo Songyang's body, but these scars can't cover up his brilliance at all, let alone damage his tenacious soul.He dedicated the most sincere emotion to Hu Die and her husband.His blood and loyalty have been used in the wrong place, but who can guarantee that he will never make mistakes in his life?

Guo Ding really worried too much.Maybe Guo Songyang's mind was more complicated eight years ago, maybe he really had a little thought of killing his husband and taking his wife.When facing Lan Miao, he was already a Songyang iron sword that has been tempered and tempered.He knows what he wants, and he has been able to carry all the accidents and mistakes.As long as it is the path he chooses, even if there are huge waves coming, he is still a cold and hard rock.

His emotions are more sincere, and he is more reluctant to reveal them easily...

Lan Miao sighed softly.It was three o'clock now, and the door hadn't knocked yet.

It is extremely rare to impress this Songyang Iron Sword.

He slipped out of bed suddenly and gently pushed open the door next door.

The candlelight had already been extinguished, and the room was pitch-black. Guo Songyang seemed to have fallen asleep.

He closed the door and leaned against the door, staring at the dark bed.

There was only a slight breathing sound from the bed.

He stood on tiptoe, walked lightly to the side of the bed, raised several layers of curtains, and stretched his head to look at Guo Songyang.

After looking at it, I was really taken aback, and I almost blurted out a scream.The other party was opening his eyes, and when he bowed his head, his gaze hit the other party's gaze.

Guo Songyang said calmly: "What are you doing?"

Lan Miao gradually recovered her complexion, and said with a smile: "The weather is turning cold, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I'll come here to tuck you in."

He sat down on the bed.

In life, it is inevitable to lie.Some lies are not obvious, and others will nod repeatedly after listening to them, and they will never be exposed for a lifetime.There is a proper term for some lies, which is called "telling nonsense with your eyes open".If Guo Songyang was a three-year-old child, he would still use him to tuck him in.

After Lan Miao finished speaking softly, she really stretched out her hand to the other side's quilt.

But he wasn't trying to tuck in.

His hand slipped under the quilt.

He groped in the quilt, gasping lightly: "Are you sick?"

Guo Songyang didn't say a word, the best answer to nonsense is not to answer.

Lan Miao bowed her head, and her thick and thick hair hung down to his neck. He said softly, "Why is your body so hot? And...is it so hard?"

He didn't know what to do, Guo Songyang snorted, and suddenly made a move, pinching his wrist like iron pliers.

Lan Miao groaned in pain, and then said in a tired voice: "I just squeezed it, why are you so nervous?"

He wanted to break free, but with the strength of Guo Songyang's fingers, he had to use his real strength.Lan Miao simply lifted the quilt and got in like a fish.He only wore a toga, and his whole body was pressed against Guo Songyang's chest, almost half naked.

Guo Songyang suddenly grabbed his shoulder, blocked his waist with the other hand, and shouted: "Go back!"

Lan Miao's free hand had slipped into his bosom, caressing the hard tendons.With sweetness and sorrow in her voice, she whispered, "Is your heart really made of iron?"