[Comprehensive wear] Flower blowing sword

Moonlit night, first quarter moon.

It was midnight now, and the streets were empty.

A white figure came out from the darkness, his person was very cold, like the cold moon in the sky.

But the people around him had smiles as warm as the sun.

A low laugh suddenly sounded in the quiet street, Hua Manlou suddenly grabbed Ximen Chuixue's snow-white sleeve.

Ximen Chuuxue stopped and looked at him coldly.

Hua Manlou chuckled and said, "Villa Master Ximen, I haven't seen you for a long time, I wonder if the master Ximen has lost his anger?"

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly, "I'm not angry."

Hua Manlou said: "But you drove me out of Wanmei Villa."

Ximen Chuuxue's smooth forehead wrinkled imperceptibly, "That doesn't mean I'm angry."

"Why is that?" Hua Manlou asked.

There was an inexplicable look on Ximen Chuuxue's face, he looked at Huamanlou, Huamanlou had a beautiful face, different from Ximen Chuuxue's coldness, his facial features were soft.

As soft as his smile.

However, this gentle face now has a bit of questioning color.

Ximen Chuixue's thin lips were slightly pursed, and it took a while before he said, "Because I don't want to see you."

Hua Manlou almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Although Ximen Chuuxue's tone didn't change much, it was still as cold as ever.

But Huamanlou could hear a bit of anger from it.

He suddenly couldn't help thinking.

Ximen Chuuxue has learned swordsmanship since he was a child, and he has devoted almost all his time and life to studying swordsmanship.

He has indeed reached the peak in kendo, but in terms of dealing with people, he is like a child.

To be precise, he hardly gets along with people.

He walks alone, doesn't care about other business, only Lu Xiaofeng is a friend.

Oh, maybe Hua Man Lou is also his friend.

A rather special friend.

After all, no friend would think of abducting his best friend into bed.

Hua Manlou instantly felt that Ximen Chuuxue was simply too cute.

His hand was still on Ximen Chuuxue's sleeve.

Not only did he not intend to let go, but he even held Ximen Chuuxue's hand even harder.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned, but the next moment, Huamanlou was already in front of him.

The distance between two people is only the width of a finger.

Huamanlou instantly felt the fragrance of plum blossoms against his face, as if the tree was full of plum blossoms in front of him.

But the smell on Ximen Chuuxue's body seemed to be more pleasant than the plum blossoms on the tree.

Hua Manlou's nose slowly touched Ximen Chuuxue's.

He closed his eyes and sniffed lightly.

Ximen Chuuxue's body became stiff almost instantly.

Just as Hua Manlou thought, he put all his enthusiasm on studying swordsmanship.

In terms of getting along with people, he is almost a blank sheet of paper, as white as his clothes.

So he doesn't talk much, because he hardly talks to people.

So when Lu Xiaofeng asked him for something, he would put forward the almost childish condition of shaving off Lu Xiaofeng's two beards.

But this Ximen Chuuxue is more real.

After stripping off that layer of cold camouflage, the real Ximen Chuuxue still retains the innocence of a child.

So he hates the treacherous.

So he would bathe and burn incense for three days before each decisive battle.

So he regards killing as a sacred thing.

Hua Manlou felt that he had found a treasure.

A piece of uncut jade.

Their lips are very close.

As long as a person moves slightly, it will be touched.

But neither of them took any action.

The pale moonlight shone on the two of them, and the reflected shadows fit closely together, as if they were one person.

Finally, Huamanlou moved.

He held Ximen Chuuxue's hand even tighter.

His lips were imprinted on Ximen Chuuxue's lips.

Then, he tasted the mixture of ice and snow and plum fragrance.

Cold and sweet, people can't stop.

But the lips of the two were separated after all.

Because Ximen Chuuxue's sword cut through Hua Manlou's neck.

Dark red blood slowly flowed from Huamanlou's thin white neck, onto the brocade robe.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword was cold, but his eyes were even colder.

There was still blood on his sword.

Hua Manlou sighed slightly, he didn't care about the wound on his neck, just smiled helplessly: "Ximen's sword, this time it really saw blood."

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "If there is another time, I will definitely kill you."

"You won't." Hua Manlou shook his head firmly, "If you wanted to kill me, you could have killed me the first time, but you didn't."

Ximen Chuuxue withdrew his sword indifferently. He really didn't want to kill Hua Manlou, but that didn't mean he could let this person do whatever he wanted, "I never thought that the humble gentleman who was rumored in the Jianghu, the seventh child of the Hua family, turned out to be a rascal."

Hua Manlou smiled and said: "Ximen, you are wrong, but for you, I have to be a rascal."

Since you don't want to be stubborn, I can only be bold, thick-skinned, and stalk me.

Who made me like you.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned again. He frowned very rarely, but after meeting Hua Manlou, he frowned more frequently.

Hua Manlou's hand gently caressed Ximen Chuuxue's face.

Ximen Chuuxue's face was also cold, as cold as his sword.

But Huamanlou was a little obsessed with such a cold temperature, and his hand slowly moved to Ximen Chuuxue's black hair.

Ximen Chuuxue's hair is naturally cool, but to Huamanlou's surprise, Ximen Chuuxue's hair is so soft, which does not match his overall softness.

"Simon, I think I really like you."

Ximen Chuuxue took a whole step back, widening the distance between himself and Huamanlou. His long and thin eyelashes drooped, and there was a slight doubt on his face, "You like me? What do you like? "

Hua Manlou smiled softly, "I don't know, maybe I like the smell of you."

Suddenly there was a heavy rain in the sky.

Bean-sized raindrops fell on the two of them and at their feet.

Ximen Chuixue's snow-white clothes stuck to his body drippingly, perfectly outlining the curves of his body.

His black hair was also wet by the rain, and the soft strands of hair stuck to his snow-white face, and the falling raindrops fell on his slender eyelashes. There was a kind of coldness that did not match his cold sword or his cold person. It can be called a fragile beauty.

However, it is a pity that Huamanlou cannot see such beauty as Ximen Chuuxue.

But this does not prevent Huamanlou from being in a good mood.

He usually doesn't like rain very much, but at this time, he feels that the rain is coming at just the right time.

His hand easily grasped Ximen Chuuxue's hand.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Hua Manlou smiled and said: "This place is relatively close to my small building, so why don't Master Ximen go to my small building to avoid the rain first."

Ximen Chuuxue's rain-drenched eyelashes trembled, and he nodded and said, "Okay."

The author has something to say:

HOHOHO Huahua confessed!

It's because of Huahua's confession and the whole chapter is about Huahua and Ximen's development of JQ!

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