Lu Xiaofeng's sword screams nine days

The backyard of Shenzhen Villa is extremely quiet.Only a few early-rising cicadas sang in the book.

White clothes, black hair.A long sword.White clothes, black hair.A folding fan.The two were of the same stature, and at this moment, both of them had lost the deliberate disguise of the past, their faces were the same, and even their eyes had the same cold light.

The sword is like a streamer.Ye Gucheng's sword moves are complicated and gorgeous, but his sword intent is the most simple and calm.It is obviously an extremely contradictory existence, but it becomes strangely harmonious in the flick of his wrist and the points of his feet.In life and death duels, the most taboo thing is complexity.The sharper the sword moves and the more powerful the sword, the greater the chance of surviving the duel.

However, Ye Gucheng went in the opposite direction.His sword moves are always gorgeous, in just one breath, he has stabbed hundreds of swords, the shadow of the previous sword has not dissipated, and the next sword is deadly.From a distance, he seemed to be piercing a stream of light.The galaxy falling from the sky is nothing more than that.

The fan is like a crescent moon.Gong Jiu's martial arts lies in one being fast and the other being ruthless.His ability to survive more than a thousand assassinations from childhood to large and small is inseparable from his innate ruthlessness.Gong Jiu's move is the most common move, however, no one can resist his full-strength blow like annihilation.He has never been defensive, because he has this self-confidence. In this world, maybe someone can be faster than him, but no one is more ruthless than him, no matter if it is ruthless to others or to himself.

Gong Jiu and Ye Gucheng did not leave room for each other.The scene was so cold, as if it was a real life-and-death duel.Gong Jiu had no doubt that Ye Gucheng's sword would stab at him, piercing his flesh and bones.He doesn’t need to doubt, because he himself will be merciless. The fan’s surface is soft silk and satin, but the internal force is poured in, and it won’t lose to any sharp blade. As long as Ye Gucheng relaxes, Gong Jiu’s folding fan will definitely cut Ye Gucheng’s neck. .

It's like a dragon swimming.Pian Ruo startled.

The figures of the two are quickly intertwined, separated, intertwined, separated.

It was a cool morning, and both of them were dressed in white.The trees of Shenzhen Mountain Villa embrace each other, and the white shadow of Fei Rong can be vaguely seen in the interlaced gaps.The fan that Gong Jiu is holding today is made of transparent jadeite as the bone and moon-white silk as the surface.On the top is the ink-colored long bamboo carefully embroidered by the embroiderer of Shaohua in Suzhou.Jadeite is not considered precious in this dynasty, and colorless jadeite is even more unremarkable.However, Gong Jiu's fair and delicate fingers are holding the transparent fan bone, which is not surprising.

Ye Gucheng made nature an epee that he never left.He slashed diagonally with his sword, Gong Jiu held his fan to block, the meteorite and the emerald collided, but there was a sound of weapons colliding, piercing the morning silence of the entire Shenzhen Villa.With a flick of Gong Jiu's wrist, the fan suddenly closed, and it passed along Ye Gucheng's long sword. With the strength of turning his wrist, he soared into the air, drawing a half arc in the air.

He wrapped around Ye Gucheng's back without using any force, but, like a lice attached to a bone, even Ye Gucheng couldn't break free.Gong Jiu's slender and straight legs are slightly bent at this moment, and his seemingly weak but actually strong knees firmly clamp Ye Gucheng's thin waist.He has already thrown away the fan in his palm.

Ye Gucheng also sheathed his long sword.The slender and strong hands clasped Gong Jiu's legs, and he simply carried Gong Jiu on his back, and only put him down when he walked to the stone bench under the tree.

Gong Jiu sat on the stone bench, pulled Ye Gucheng who was about to stand upright into his arms, and imprisoned him between his legs.Ye Gucheng's waist completes an extremely graceful arc. Although such a fragile posture, the man's demeanor is still superb.Gong Jiu rested his chin on Ye Gucheng's shoulder, "I don't even know how to give way to Ah Jiu." The hot air from Gong Jiu's exhalation incited the tiny airflow around Ye Gucheng's earlobe, bringing a moist itchy feeling.

Ye Gucheng patted Gong Jiu's head, and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead very naturally.This was a habit they had when they were young. Whenever Gong Jiu acted like a baby, Ye Gucheng felt so soft inside that he had no choice but to comfort the younger brother who seemed to never grow up in front of him in the way of comforting a younger sister.His lips were cold and clean.He didn't get the slightest bit of warmth from the fierce fighting this morning, but it seemed as if a nameless fire was ignited as it passed over Gong Jiu's forehead, almost completely burning Gong Jiu to death.

Gong Jiu looked at Ye Gucheng with eyes full of dependence and child-like purity. He knew that Ye Gucheng couldn't stand his eyes like this. Every time at this time, his brother would become very talkative. Compromise step by step.

However, Gong Jiu knew how much perseverance he needed to restrain himself from sucking and biting that person's plump lips, and to suppress his desire to tear that person apart and grind him to death in his body.

It's just that Ye Gucheng didn't notice all of this.He attributed everything to his blood connection, so his connivance towards Gong Jiu always had no lower limit.Sometimes, it is really ignorant to be happier.

Ye Gucheng pressed Gong Jiu's shoulder, and broke free from his embrace, "Of course, my brother can let you go, but others won't." Ye Gucheng straightened Gong Jiu's messy hair due to the fight.The reason why he was willing to kill his younger brother was because, now that he was ruthless, Gong Jiu would have an extra guarantee in the future.After all, who can survive Ye Gucheng's sword, who can hurt him?

The tender affection between the two brothers did not last long.A girl in a pink shirt just appeared in the courtyard.Her eyes are large and her lips are thin.Thin waist, long legs.Very young and very beautiful.It's like a fruit whose branches are so fresh and tender that it seems to be dripping water. Although it is a bit green, it is very sweet.

Ye Gucheng is not a young man ignorant of the world.A girl stood in front of him, her eyes were gentle but bright, her cheeks were flushed, she just looked at him with a bit of stubbornness and shyness, what did this mean, Ye Gucheng would not know have no idea.However, he was a little surprised. Originally, he was not the one standing in front of this girl.

Ye Gucheng suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when he was still Tao Yao, he had read a passage, which said that girls with big eyes and thin lips are usually very bold and stubborn.Dare to love and hate.

Even though, she only met that man once, and only said a word.

The corner of Gong Jiu's mouth curled into a smile.Such a girl.Such a lonely and courageous girl is the best, a few teasing words are enough to make them give up.Even if you can't love it.At this moment, he has already planned a future for this girl, a future without his brother, or a future full of his brother.Therefore, Gong Jiu can calmly face this girl who likes his brother.

Gong Jiu loves Ye Gucheng.Therefore, he asked him to taste all the good things in the world without leaving any defect.Even if those good things were not given by him.Even though, there was a small pain in his heart, which was unspeakable.But, he was waiting for Ye Gucheng to look back.Waiting for Ye Gucheng to walk back to him.Gong Jiu was never afraid of Ye Gucheng spreading his wings and flying high, because he was always holding the thread to keep Ye Gucheng in his hand.However, he cannot be confident.So, I can't help being jealous all the time.

Gong Jiu is clearly aware of her jealousy.However, he doesn't intend to hide.Because if you don't love, who cares?

Xue Bing felt that she had a lot to say to Ye Gucheng, but now she couldn't say a word.Xue Bing bit her lip and glanced at Gong Jiu.Gong Jiu unfolded his folding fan and smiled slightly, "Ms. Gong still has some mundane matters, so let's go ahead. Ah Cheng and Ms. Xue can do their own thing." Then he turned and walked out of the courtyard.For no reason, Ye Gucheng's heart twitched, feeling that the figure of his younger brother walking out alone was extremely lonely.

Xue Bing stared at his toes without speaking.Ye Gucheng also looked at her quietly, not moving or speaking.Suddenly, Xue Bing raised his head, "City Master, your hairband is embroidered." The girl held a seemingly silver-white hairband in her white and tender palm, but as she moved lightly with lotus steps, the hairband automatically blew up without wind. The sporadic snowflakes embroidered on it emit fine brilliance in the sun, as if holding a river of stars in the palm of your hand.

Ye Gucheng shook his wide sleeves, pinched the hairband in the girl's palm with two fingers, without touching her at all, "Thank you Miss Xue, please feel free."

Xue Bing was already blushing, "You don't know what I'm going to say, so you drive me away?"

Ye Gucheng didn't look at her.

Xue Bing's eyes almost burst into a piercing light.There was a red mark at the corner of the eye. "I like you not because you are the Lord of Baiyun, but because I just like you."

Ye Gucheng sighed slightly, "I'm on a dangerous journey, and the matter of love has long been out of my mind."

Ye Gucheng did not stop.He knew that his refusal was just a temporary setback for this girl, and such a girl was always extremely stubborn.Fortunately, he won't stay in Shenzhen Villa too much. In the future, when this girl walks around the rivers and lakes more, she will find that all the men in the rivers and lakes are better than Ye Gucheng.

Love is like eyes.If you are away from business.If you leave, everything fades away.

Ye Gucheng walked out of the courtyard, Xue Bing looked at his leaving back, endured and endured, still buried his head in his knees sadly.Tears that hadn't fallen for a long time finally flowed down.