spoiled wife addicted

Beside the fire, the ghost killer peeled and cleaned the captured hares, and roasted them on the fire. After a while, the hares roasted until the oil droplets dripped into the fire, making a "sizzling" sound, and the fragrance was everywhere. overflow.

While turning over the roast, he looked at Fei Xueyi, who was elegantly combing her long hair, and asked casually: "Master, I heard that Gu Yuelou has a close relationship with the Murong family. I don't know what kind of hatred master has with Gu Yuelou." ?”

Fei Xueyi raised her eyebrows disdainfully: "So what if it's related, how could Lou Bengong, a little killer, pay attention to him? If it wasn't for dealing with that old monster right now, Bengong would have slaughtered Murong Su long ago."

After getting along these days, Ghost Killer has gotten used to his conceit and self-indulgence, so he was very calm in front of him, but when he suddenly heard that familiar name, the blood in his whole body boiled and screamed, and the hatred in his eyes turned pale. His face looked hideous under the firelight.

He stared at Fei Xueyi darkly: "Killing someone like Murong Su will only dirty the master's hands, and the subordinates are very happy to help."

Fei Xueyi was stunned, then remembered his abnormality after seeing Zhu Xiao, couldn't help but sneered and said: "Oh, it seems that you want Murong Su to die more than I do, could it be that your appearance today is thanks to him? "

"Master is worrying too much, this subordinate just wants to share your worries." Ghost Killer tore off a rabbit leg and handed it to him, and couldn't help that kind of laughter from his mouth because he was too excited.

Fei Xueyi glanced at his hand in disgust, and naturally did not take the rabbit leg he handed over, but cut off a small piece with a dagger, and ate it in small bites: "Your voice is so scary, wait After returning home, let Shuo Cheng see if his voice can recover."

Seeing his expression of refusal and disgust, Ghost Killer didn't mind. Just as he was about to gnaw his head, he suddenly heard two small voices. Two embroidery needles had been inserted into the rabbit's leg in his hand, followed by a cold voice. Floating: "Knowing that the inner strength of the palace has not yet recovered, but still abandoning the palace, your loyalty is only mediocre, and this is a crime; I believe that if you don't have the cold jade pill in your body, you would have killed me with a sword. Palace, hiding murderous intentions to your master, this is the second crime; full of lies, not being honest with your master, this is the third crime, so you don’t eat this rabbit meat, so you can reflect on it, this palace can quickly restore your ability Killing your enemies with your hands will naturally make your life more miserable and painful than before."

"Yes." Ghost Killer put down the rabbit's legs, and there was no dissatisfaction or reluctance on his expression. He is in a very happy mood now, so he would care about Fei Xueyi's words, and what Fei Xueyi said is also true, he has no sincerity at all Take him as master.

He lives like a walking dead just to avenge his revenge, this will not be changed by anyone, if he is not restrained by the cold jade pill in his body, he would have gone to Shengjing to look for Murong Su and others, how could he sit here, but now that Knowing that Fei Xueyi also wants to kill Murong Su, even if Fei Xueyi drives him away from now on, he will not leave.In other words, this is not God helping him to avenge, how can he not be happy.

His two major hobbies in his life are playing the piano and drinking wine. If there is wine at the moment, he will definitely drink three big altars.

Fei Xueyi saw him bowing his head, his shoulders trembling all the time, and the voice kept coming out of his mouth, and couldn't help feeling angry: "Are you sick?" This person usually doesn't speak and follows around like a ghost, but when he speaks, he always lies with his mouth He didn't see a word of the truth, and when he became abnormal, he looked like a lunatic. Now he really wondered what kind of demon he was in at the beginning to save his life, and later used many precious pills.

Ghost Killer suddenly got up when he heard the words, and gave him a cold look: "I believe that whoever spends six years in a human skin drum will not go there normally."

"Madman." Who would spend six years in a drum without incident!Still a human skin drum!

"Exactly."

Ghost Killer ignored Fei Xueyi, leaned over and picked up the piano bag, walked to the open space, sat on the ground, took out the piano and placed it on his knees.

When he saw this piano for the first time, he was so amazed that he couldn't take his eyes off it. The body of the piano was carved out of red jade, the jade color was warm and clear, and the seven strings made of thousand-year-old ice silk gave off a faint The cold jade light, and the tail of the piano is tied with two two-finger-wide snow-white silk ribbons, with seven delicate red lotus embroidered on it.

Taking a deep breath, his fingers gently touched the cool strings, and his thoughts drifted away.

---Mo Jin, this is the ruby ​​lyre. I will pass it on to you as a teacher. You must make good use of it, and you must not use it to kill innocent people and commit crimes.

---My disciple Mo Jin, I have done divination for you as a teacher. There are two catastrophes in your life. , but whether it is life or death depends on good luck.

---You don't listen to the teacher's words, but you want to go your own way. From now on, you and I will cut off the friendship between you and my teacher. Let's go, I don't want to see you again.

Ghost Killer slowly closed his eyes: Master, this disciple is wrong.

Fei Xueyi squinted her eyes, red jade was the seat, ice silkworms were the strings, the strings were played, and lotuses grew in all directions, shaking and killing thousands of miles.

I just don't know how far he has practiced.

The young man sat playing the piano, his long hair was simply tied high, and his body lost the cold and dead air of the day, and became more peaceful. Fei Xueyi was very lucky to cover his ugly face, otherwise he would really not want to look directly at him at this moment. .

However, he put his hands on the strings, but he didn't drop the sound for a long time. Just when Fei Xueyi thought that he might not know how to play at all, he heard a clear sound piercing the night sky, and then the zither sound like flowing water gurgled. out.

"Under the moon, the sound of the zither, and the fine wine, let someone from Shang come to dance the sword to add to the fun."

A deep and heroic voice came, and I saw the black-robed man suddenly descending from the sky during the day. He held a wine pot in his left hand and an autumn water sword in his right hand. "how?"

"Teach me." After the words fell, fingers fluttered, and the sound of the piano changed suddenly.

If the sound of the piano just now is the drizzle, lightly hitting the plantains, and lingering, then the sound of the piano that suddenly rises at this moment has become urgent and complicated, slow and fast, making people dizzy, just like thousands of horses and horses galloping forward , Shocking.

The man in black tapped his toes and rose into the air. To the sound of the zither, he swung his long sword in the air.

The sound of the piano is pleasing to the ear, and the dance of the sword is pleasing to the eye. The seamless coordination of the two makes people want to applaud.

Unexpectedly, seeing this scene, Fei Xueyi snorted coldly, picked up a branch and walked into the arena.

The man in the black robe is flying in the air, turning his body, moving with the sword, and the sword is turning with him, swaying vertically and horizontally, the sword is like a rainbow, piercing the sky and piercing the sun, and the sword palms the universe.

And Fei Xueyi stood on the ground and swung out the branches in her hands. Every move was not rigid and restrained, it was completely improvised, everything was random.

After a while, the sound of the piano gradually returned to soft and calm.

The black-robed man also retreated slowly, plunged his sword into the ground, turned around in the air, leaned lightly on the sword, and the sword was immediately pressed into an arc.

He picked up the jug, raised his head and took a big gulp, laughing loudly: "Drinking wine against the moon, what is life like? It's such a joy, little brother, do you dare to drink this sworn wine with someone Shang?"

At the end of the pressing of the strings, everything was quiet, Ghost Killer breathed a sigh of relief, and put the piano in his bag.

"Why don't you dare." As he said, he was about to step forward to take the wine pot from the man in black.

Then Fei Xueyi, who was standing between the two of them, raised her hand slightly, and put the branch in front of Ghost Killer, making a blocking motion, and said coldly: "I don't agree! Do you know who he is? Yes!" Who is he? Don't you think it's too hasty to be sworn brothers so casually? Don't you find it ridiculous when you turn around and find out that they are enemies?"

A series of loud and loud questions, I don't know who they are addressing, but both Ghost Killer and Heipao were startled.

In an instant, the man in black stood up, with thick eyebrows like black ink, strong facial features, ignoring the existence of Fei Xueyi, a pair of eyes as deep as the sea stared straight at Ghost Killer, and reported his family name: "Shang family of Huaiyin, Shang Ziluo."

The Huaiyin Shang clan, a founding family, was decreed to be expelled from northern Xinjiang ten years ago, and has been reclusive in the desert ever since.

Legend has it that every generation of merchant owners not only possess superb casting skills, but also master swordsmen. An Qiushui sword, made of black iron, cuts iron like mud. Any weapon is ahead of it. 'Chixiao' made of black iron.

Ghost Killer couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then cupped his fists and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for your help today, as for the wine of worship... thank you for your kindness, but my life was saved by the master, so naturally I will never do anything against the master in this life "The words were sincere but not humble, and they clearly explained the relationship between them.

Hearing what he said, Shang Ziluo raised his eyebrows and looked at Fei Xueyi: "Fei Xueyi?"

Fei Xueyi blinked her eyes and was about to answer, but unexpectedly Shang Ziluo shook her head again: "You are so ugly, how can you compare with my Xueyi, and there are no moles at the corners of your eyes, without that smell of dust, you can't compare , incomparable."

Dusty smell?

Fei Xueyi's eyes widened, her face turned blue and then pale under the skin, and the muscles at the corners of her mouth trembled uncontrollably. Being blocked by Shang Ziluo like this, he would naturally not admit it again.

Ghost Killer raised his eyebrows and looked at the person in front of him, it turned out that his name was Fei Xueyi.

Shang Ziluo withdrew his gaze, looked at Guisha again, and said, "Forget it, Shang is not forced by others, so I will save this wine for another day, and Shang still needs to go to Wanren Peak to meet his friend's three-year anniversary." Yue, just take the first step. Xue Yi, who came later this time, will be fined to carry ten altars of wine and go up to Wanren Peak." A cold and proud laugh came, and the majestic figure jumped up and swept away like the wind.

Life and death friends, even if turned into ashes, can recognize each other, let alone a mere disguise technique.

When Fei Xueyi reacted, Shang Ziluo was already tens of feet away, blending into the night.

Well, Shang Ziluo, I said that on purpose just now, presumably to retaliate for the trouble he started.

Fei Xueyi turned around, wrapped her fingers around a strand of hair, and smiled evilly, "I'm only a fool to compare with you, I'm going to take my time."

As if he didn't hear their conversation, Ghost Killer hugged Qin and went to sit down in front of the tree, closed his eyes and concentrated, planning to take a rest.

After a long time, Fei Xueyi stood with her hands behind her back, pursed her lips and looked at the ghost killer on the ground.

As the saying goes, don't fight for steamed buns and fight for breath...

Shengjing, General's Mansion.