Lu Xiaofeng's sword screams nine days

Peerless God Soldier.

When Ye Gucheng saw the swordsman sitting by the window, there were only these four words in his mind.

Naturally, Ximen Chuuxue also saw Ye Gucheng.No, he didn't rely on looking. When Ye Gucheng approached this inn, he felt it.He has never met before, but he feels that there is something secretly attracting him.He himself felt the difference. At this moment, the 24-year-old Ximen Chuuxue's sword intent had reached its peak, and there were few foreign things that could attract him.Unless, it is a peerless sword.

Ximen Chuuxue naturally has many hidden swords.However, what he carries with him is the sword that truly belongs to him.It was a simple long sword with a thin and sharp blade. It was a real sword for killing people. It was sharp, cold, and without any turning or reservation.This is his sword, and this is his person.

And Ye Gucheng's sword is an epee.The epee hides the front, and it is a great skill but does not work.His sword is broad and thick, and the blade is not sharp, but it is more terrifying than a sharp sword.The gentleman said nothing, this is Ye Gucheng's sword, just like Ye Gucheng himself.Ye Gucheng's sword before retreat was called "Huansha". The sword is as thin and flexible as its name.After Ye Gucheng left the customs, he made people collect the coldest iron, melt it into a sword, and cast this heavy sword.Since then, the sword intent has become more refined.why?Without him, it's just a matter of courage.Only by bearing the weight of the sword in your hand can you enjoy its sharpness, and by undertaking the task of guarding a city, you can enjoy its glory.

The two seemed to be looking at each other for a long time, but in fact it was only for a moment.Both of them didn't drink alcohol, they raised half a cup of tea, toasted from a distance, and drank it all.

Gong Jiu was displeased, but there was nothing he could do.The sense of powerlessness that he couldn't even control the air around his brother spread even though he was by his brother's side.He opened his mouth, then turned and left.

Ye Gucheng has no time to take care of him.In his world, it seems that there is only one person, one sword, and a hearty life-and-death duel.

Ximen Chuuxue walked towards Ye Gucheng.step.two steps.He walked extremely steadily, but the sound of his footsteps seemed to be nothing.He gently placed the sword in his hand on the corner of the table, but a pair of dry and slender hands were placed on it.The sword never leaves the body.This is Ximen Chuuxue's habit, and it is also Ye Gucheng's habit.

Ye Gucheng originally sat with his sword in his arms.However, at this moment, he also placed the long sword horizontally in front of the table.Across the half-foot wooden table, the two faced each other.The entire noisy inn was quiet, no one even dared to breathe loudly.The two people in front of them are tall and tall, and they are unparalleled in sharpness, as if they are two swords, facing each other, but born from the same vein.

"Master Ximen." Ye Gucheng turned over the upside-down cup on the table lightly, with a flick of his wrist, the light blue tea poured down in a line, knocking into the white porcelain teacup, making a sound like pearls and jade.He gently pushed the teacup, and brought it to Ximen Chuuxue.He didn't use any internal force, not to show off, not to demonstrate wantonly, just a few words, superficial intercourse.But there is something like reuniting old friends.

Ximen Chuuxue looked down at the tea that Ye Gucheng handed over for a moment, and then stared at Ye Gucheng's white fingers for a while, as if he was assessing the depth of the swordsman in front of him, as if he was just looking at a magical work of the Creator.This moment was extremely short until Dao Ximen Chuuxue took a sip of tea, it was only a moment. "City Lord." He didn't have to ask the identity of the person in front of him.His people, his sword, are the best proof.

Ye Gucheng smiled. "Have the owner and I met before?" Such words, others always seem frivolous, but Ye Gucheng said it as if he didn't care, even with a bit of joy of reuniting old friends.

Ximen Chuuxue's meager lips pursed slowly.He spit out a word lightly. "We have been friends for a long time."

Ye Gucheng couldn't help but deepen his smile.It was a kind of joy of being recognized. In this world, every inch of the way of swordsmanship is full of dangers.Only with righteousness and righteousness can we reach the extreme.However, it is difficult to collect all the four beauties in the world if it is a good day and a good scene.Ye Gucheng is certainly one of them, but he is too lonely after all.The name Ximen Chuuxue had been longing for in his previous life for a long time, but seeing him now, in fact, his wish has come true.

Why did Gong Jiu go far away?He just stopped at the restaurant opposite the inn.Facing each other in the restaurant, they are two people drinking tea relative to each other.Gong Jiu rarely frowned.In contrast, he is more willing to laugh, and the angrier he is, the sweeter his smile will be.Because he knows that the end of the person who angered him is enough to please him.

However, at this moment he could only frown.He couldn't find a reasonable outlet for it.He couldn't get angry with his brother, because he was reluctant on the one hand, and more importantly, he knew that this anger would only make his brother feel inexplicable.He has carefully analyzed his heart, and he knew early on that he treated his brother differently.It is a kind of possessiveness that is based on blood, but transcends blood.That kind of deep caring, the dissatisfaction of wanting to monopolize another person's entire gaze.It reminds him every day that he, Gong Jiu, treats his elder brother Ye Gucheng differently.They could never be pure brotherhood again.

However, even though Gong Jiu has thought about all the possibilities after being with his brother, he is still afraid and worried about one thing, that is, his brother doesn't know anything about it.

The fine white teeth bit the bright red full lips fiercely, their lips were in the same shape, Gong Jiu bit her own lips, as if she was biting Ye Gucheng's lips.Such a strange association made Gong Jiu more satisfied, and then, he bit even harder.There was sweet and greasy blood between the lips and teeth, Gong Jiu stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the blood on his lips, closed his eyes, and swallowed it like aftertaste.

He held up his fair and delicate fingers, as if those fingers belonged to Ye Gucheng.It is also full of frightening power, and it is also cold and white. "Brother's hand, it's really beautiful." In the private room, Gong Jiu let out a series of nervous laughter, and the elegant demeanor of a gentleman in the past is long gone.He closed the window and stopped looking at the two people opposite.

Put the white fingers on the blood-stained lips, kiss little by little, and then suck, suck, trace one by one, until it is completely wet.Gong Jiu ruthlessly bit down on the tiger's mouth, piercing the well-maintained smooth and delicate skin in an instant, and a little scarlet bloomed on it.

Gong Jiu's expression became more and more satisfied.The scarlet on the brother's body, he personally printed them one by one, the scarlet patches on the white and greasy skin must be very beautiful, so beautiful that he wished to break the man's hand, so that he could no longer hold the sword, let him Only by his side, in the amber eyes, can only reflect his own reflection.

Gong Jiu's eyes turned abnormally red for a moment, and he sucked hard against the wound on the tiger's mouth, sucked a bit, the strong bloody smell made him calm for a while, when he opened his eyes, there was another clear black light that seemed to bottom out .

Gong Jiu took a few deep breaths, rubbed his fingers on the jade pendant around his waist for a while, and finally regained his composure.Once thought of, it is inescapable.Today, the beast in his heart finally broke free from the cage. Gong Jiu is not sure how long he can last like this. If he still doesn't get a response from his brother, will he really madly turn those associations into reality.

A pure white Supa was discarded in the brazier inside the house, and eventually burned to ashes.The blood and saliva on Gong Jiu's hands have been wiped dry, such a small wound, as long as the internal force circulates for a few weeks, there will be no trace.He touched the corner of his mouth, and after making sure there was no flaw, he walked out of the restaurant's cubicle.Holding a jade fan in his hand and wearing a jade crown on his head, he looks like a handsome young man.

He stayed in the hotel cubicle for some time without ordering anything, but the waiter in the shop didn't dare to bother him.When Gong Jiu went downstairs, he casually threw a pot of silver to the waiter, who took it with a nod and bow.The shopkeeper who settled the accounts at the front desk looked up at Gong Jiu, smiled slightly, and looked clear.

The shop waiter leaned forward, "Shopkeeper, you said this young man didn't order anything, what did he do here? He gave back so much money."

The shopkeeper continued to fiddle with the abacus under his finger, and smiled a bit mischievously, "It's nothing, I'm here to catch the traitor." He saw many young people with such an attitude, young and young, in twos and threes, jealous of each other, it was nothing more than boys and girls playing tricks That's all.There is nothing wrong with such a young man who is passionate about his youth.

Zhang Er, the waiter in the shop, was stunned for a moment, but he didn't investigate anymore, and went to entertain the other guests.