Everyone except me knows that I'm a broken sleeve

In a dark alley, a silent one-sided brawl was going on.

A few gangster-like youths surrounded a thin beggar in a corner, spat at him extremely viciously, and occasionally punched and kicked him.The little beggar curled up in the shadows, not daring to resist, nor did he dare to raise his head to show his dirty face.

"Bah! You beggar, you dare to steal money from the uncle! Do you know who my father is?!"

The young man in charge had a sharp and mean face, his eyes, nose and mouth were all crowded together, and he was spitting while cursing.

The little beggar grunted silently, his whole body was dirty, and there were large and small wounds on his neck and wrists, obviously he was used to being beaten.

The shaggy hair fell from the top of his head, tightly covering most of his face.Looking out through the hair and eyes, he saw a pale and cold boy leaning against the wall.

The young man was holding a pitch-black sword in his hand. He had tall hair and a neat and tall figure.There is also a silver mask on half of his face, and the exposed face is extremely handsome and beautiful.It's just that his temperament is gloomy, and there is a deep death lingering all over his body. No matter how beautiful his face is, people dare not take a second look.

The little beggar trembled inexplicably, only feeling that the pain from punching and kicking on his body had weakened.No matter how vicious the beating man was, it was not as frightening as the young man's distant glance.

The young men obviously also spotted the young man, they looked at each other, and subconsciously felt that the young man was not easy to mess with.In the end, the man who was the leader swallowed his saliva, and said bravely: "I advise you to mind your own business! This little beggar stole my money, what if I ask someone to beat him a few times?!"

The boy didn't speak, he didn't even look at them, he lifted his foot and walked out slowly.

He walked very lightly and slowly, but it was so obvious in the quiet alley that no one dared to ignore him.

Several young people nervously watched the young man's back disappear into the alley, and then silently breathed a sigh of relief, looking like he was alive after the catastrophe.

That person's sense of oppression is too strong, and he can't feel his existence at all when he is not found.But once I saw him, I always felt that I was being watched by something cold, and it seemed that if I didn't pay attention, my head would fall to the ground.

"It's a good thing he's a sensible one." The young man in charge said stubbornly, "I don't have any interest in disturbing the uncle."

The little beggar closed his eyes and didn't dare to move.

In the next second, warm liquid sprinkled on him, followed by an extremely strong smell of blood, like the flower of death attached to the Bone Tomb, gorgeous, but with the ultimate death gas.

The noisy youths all fell down one by one as if they lost their voices.

Dark red blood spread in the alley.

Only one little beggar was left curled up in the corner, tightly closing his eyes, trembling and not daring to move.

The street is much more lively than the alley.

Those who sell wontons, those who cook noodles and sell buns, and those who sell various small commodities.There are a lot of things, and there are a lot of people coming and going, which makes the whole street not so crowded, but it is also extremely lively.

An uncle selling candied haws was walking around the streets while yelling. His candied haws were the best, big and fresh, and he sold most of them in a short while.

Seeing that there was only the last candied haws left, a cold and slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded beside my ears: "Candied haws, how do you sell them?"

The voice was too cold, and it was extremely obvious in the noisy crowd.The uncle selling candied haws was taken aback for a moment, then quickly turned his head away, only to see a strange young man wearing a mask looking at him intently.

"Two, two pennies." The uncle was subconsciously afraid of the young man, but he couldn't explain why, so he just stammered, "Only... only this last one is left."

The boy lowered his eyes and gave him a piece of silver, without saying anything, took down the candied haws and left.

Knowing that his figure had completely disappeared into the crowd, the uncle came back to his senses, only to realize that there was a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.He wiped the sweat off his forehead slightly stiffly, put the money in his hand into his pocket without looking at it carefully, and hurried home.

If he looked carefully, he would find that the ingot of silver was still stained with blood that hadn't dried up.

The boy bought candied haws, but didn't eat them, and just played with the bamboo sticks.The candied haws are bright and fresh, and the beautiful red is shining in the sun, which makes people want to take a bite.

The surrounding crowd is bustling, or in groups of three or four, or traveling together, most of them are lively and noisy.But everyone subconsciously avoided the boy wearing a mask, so all the bustle was cut off from him, like a layer of invisible film blocking the boy and the people around him, forming a circle around him. There was an almost eerie silence.

There is a three-storey theater building next to the street, and some operas are being babbled inside, and it looks very lively.

The boy stood at the door for a while, then walked towards the theater building.

The people on the stage are performing, one is wearing fiery red and crisp casual clothes, the other is wearing a light moon-colored robe, both of them are fighting with each other with a sword in their hands.They are in good shape, and they are all practitioners. Their martial arts movements are wonderful and neat, and accompanied by the sound of drums and gongs, the audience applauds.

What they are playing is Ji Yaoyang, the current leader of the demon cult, and Mingyuehe, the leader of the martial arts alliance.

What was performed on the stage was the most exciting scene, that is, the scene where the new leader and the new leader came to the stage two years ago, fighting and discussing under the voices of everyone in the world.

Martial arts lord Mingyue Heben has superb kung fu, although he is not as good as No.1 Gu Huaya and No.2 Luo Yinchuan in the Shaoxia Jianghu rankings, but he can be regarded as one of the best masters.Coupled with his stunning face, gentle temperament, humility and good communication with others, becoming the new leader of the martial arts has long been expected by everyone.

And Ji Yaoyang completely snatched the position of leader of the Demon Cult from his father himself, and his father loved her so much that he passed it on to her directly.Ji Yaoyang has a beautiful appearance, a good figure, a hot temper and a straightforward temper. She wields a whip with great power, and almost no one can match her among all the heroines.

The two are evenly matched and both talented and beautiful.Everyone in the rivers and lakes watched forcefully with a heart of gossip, thinking that the two of them would fight upside down.Unexpectedly, after only five or six rounds, He Mingyue He's sword was aimed at Ji Yaoyang's neck. At that time, the bright young master Mingyue was sullen and asked with a frown, "Why didn't you fight seriously?" 』

That Ji Yaoyang was not afraid of the sword in front of his neck, instead he lowered his head and kissed the tip of the sword, and said with a smile: "I can't beat it." 』

Mingyue He paused, and Hongxia immediately climbed to the tips of her ears.Withdrawing his sword, he held back a sentence after a while: "Shameless! 』

"Don't you know if you're ashamed or not? Ji Yaoyang raised his eyes to look at the sky, and found that the sky was already dark, so he hurriedly went up to hold Mingyue He's wrist, and said affectionately, "The moon has already come out, when will the bright moon shine on me?" 』

The two people acted intimately and behaved ambiguously. The eyes of the crowd suddenly lit up, and the fire of gossip was blazing.

It is said that they were together five years ago, that is, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, they met in the Wulin League, and many seniors at that time witnessed it!

The former martial arts leader was so angry that he smashed the table, and rushed to the Demon Sect with his sword in hand, and had a fierce fight with the former leader of the Demon Sect.The fight between the two turned the world upside down, and I heard that half of the mountains near the Demon Cult were cut down by them.The loud movement was like thunder, and everyone dared not get close to watch it, for fear of losing their lives.

The figures of one red and one blue on the stage were fighting fiercely just now, and they got together after a while.With lingering breath and ambiguous demeanor, the audience excitedly slapped the table, throwing money on the stage as if they don't want money.

Someone wondered: "Huh? I see that Mr. Mingyue's figure is much smaller than ordinary men?"

"Damn, you don't even know this?!" Someone replied, "Master Mingyue is a woman, otherwise why would the previous leader of the martial arts be so angry that he would be labeled the Demon Sect?"

"Huh—?! Then why do everyone call her Young Master Mingyue?"

"Her father originally wanted her to disguise herself as a man, and raised her as a son since she was a child, so that she could take over the martial arts in the future."

"Young Master Mingyue planned not to marry a wife for the rest of his life, but he fell in love with Ji Yaoyang from the Devil's Sect. This directly exposed his identity as a woman and wanted him to retreat despite difficulties."

"Who knows that Ji Yaoyang will not retreat but advance, only saying that she wants a woman, and the two of them will be together logically."

Someone asked again: "Here, women can also be the leader of martial arts?"

"Why not?" Someone retorted, "Look at the world of martial arts, apart from the first and second perverts, which young man can beat her and have more achievements than her?"

"This is also..."

In the private room on the second floor of the theater building, Gu Xiaoyong languidly huddled in Yu Xueyuan's arms, and said cheerfully, "I said that it doesn't matter if she reveals her identity as a woman. Back then, she chased me every day and tried to kill me." .”

Yu Xueyuan caressed Gu Xiaoyong's hair gently, and said gently: "Oh? What Xiaoxiao means is that she already knew the identity of her woman?"

"That's right! I chased a pheasant into the bamboo forest before." Gu Xiaoyong's tone was quite proud, "Then Mingyue bathed in the pool in the forest, I—"

His fluent words suddenly froze, and the proud expression on his face froze for a moment.

A cool air slowly crept up his spine.

Yu Xueyuan's expression didn't change, and his tone was still gentle: "That's why she chased you down?"

"...Well, that was all an accident." Gu Xiaoyong's voice weakened, and his face was a little embarrassing, "Don't be angry, I saw a blurry back at that time, and I really didn't see anything else .”

Yu Xueyuan narrowed his eyes, and a hint of danger flashed in his eyes: "...you see it, back?"