Meteor Killer

Kunlun Shuangjie is a pair of young twins.

They are the beloved sons of Mr. Qiu from the Kunlun family.

On the night of mid-autumn on August [-]th, they will walk across the wooden bridge in the suburbs.

So Meng Xinghun waited for them there.

If you want to kill someone, you must first learn to wait for others. This is what his sister taught him.

If he doesn't even have the patience to wait for others, then he can't be a competent killer.

Meng Xinghun waited from sunset to the west mountain until the sky became twilight.

For a whole night, Kunlun Shuangjie did not appear.

He's getting a little impatient.

He hid in the shade of the pier, behind the cold, slippery stone wall covered with green moss.

He leaned himself against the stone wall, pricked up his ears, and listened to the movement on the bridge.

The sun was almost up, but there was still no movement on the bridge.

Meng Xinghun couldn't help but start thinking wildly.

He knew that he must not be distracted at this time, but he couldn't control himself.

In the past, when he walked out of Wangxing Tower with a sword in hand, when he was waiting to kill someone, he would always involuntarily think of such a scene.

The Wangxing Tower bathed in the morning light glowed with a layer of pale golden dazzling light.

In the depths of Wangxing Tower, sitting in a pink dress, is the elder sister who is waiting for her.

But now, no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of these pictures.

What he thought about was whether he could see such a scene again.

Such a simple matter, but he thought about it over and over again for a long time.

He thought, what if he couldn't go back to Wangxing Tower, would his sister come to collect his body.

If he really died, would my sister cry.

After he died, would my sister still go to Wangxing Tower?

Then he thought of Kunlun Shuangjie.

What kind of people are they and why are they passing by here today.

He didn't know any of this.

His sister didn't tell him.

Because he once told his sister that he has no interest in anything about the person who is about to die under the Meteor Sword.

So my sister only told him the most simple and concise situation.

Where, when, who to kill.

But today, he regretted it a little.

He regretted why he didn't ask his sister more.

He didn't know the most basic things about the opponent's background, his martial arts skills, and the weapons he used.

Therefore, he can only imagine their appearance in his heart.

The more I think about it, the more uneasy I feel.

He thought they must be masters, but he was really not sure that he could beat them.

Besides, there were two of them, and he had only one.

Does he stand a chance?

These trivial questions have always troubled him.

Before, these were not a problem at all.

Meng Xinghun supported the stone wall with one hand, and tightly held the Meteor Sword with the other, his thumb sank deeply into the tiger's mouth.

The sky was already fully lit, and the sun could not relieve his restless mood.

He couldn't wait any longer, and he planned to leave.

At this moment, he heard the wooden boards above his head begin to "creak and creak".

Kunlun Shuangjie is here.

He bit his lip, pulled out his sword, and rushed up like flying.

In the late spring and March, the spring is infinitely good.

The hillsides and valleys are covered with stars and colors.Among the emerald green and bright red, there is a faint charm.

Even the sky is stained with the color of spring, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are glowing, unknowingly brewing a pink and heart-stirring blur.

In this charming boundless spring scenery, Panpan stood alone in front of the window.

The Xiaofeng was swaying, blowing on her face, and also blowing her infinite thoughts.

She felt that no matter how beautiful the scenery outside was, it had nothing to do with her, because she couldn't wait for the person she wanted to see.

Zhongyuan Dianhong hadn't come back for three days, and he went down the mountain quietly without even telling her.

What was he going to do, and why did he keep it a secret from her.

She is angry and in a bad mood.

Ximen Chuuxue could only accompany her.

She shuttled among green willows and red flowers, and her long diamond flower skirt swept across an unknown field of flowers and plants.

Ximen Chuuxue followed her all the time.

She didn't talk to him, and he didn't dare to talk to her.

In the end, Panpan couldn't bear it anymore.

"Why do you follow me all the time, keep a straight face and don't speak?"

Ximen Chuuxue took two steps forward, putting a smile on his face.

"If you want me to say it, I will say it with you."

Panpan smiled and stopped.

"Do you know where Senior Brother has gone?"

"do not know."

"Do you know where he might go?"

"do not know."

"Why don't you know anything!"

"I really do not know."

"Then do you still want to fight him?"

"do not know."

Ximen Chuuxue added: "Maybe, or maybe not."

"It's interesting to talk about you."

Ximen Chuuxue remained silent.

The dialogue between him and Panpan always ends with her saying "you are really interesting to talk".

Ximen Chuuxue didn't know what was interesting about what he said, he only knew that he was very honest in front of this girl.

Whatever she asked, he would answer, never having any extra words.

The Kunlun Shuangjie died and the other was injured. The eldest Qiu died, but the second Qiu crawled home desperately.

But the next morning, people found him dead in his bed.

In addition to the large and small wounds on his body, overnight, there was another thin and long sword mark on his chest.

It was the same as the fatal wound on Boss Qiu's body.

After all, I still can't escape.

The most ridiculous thing is that this kind of wound has unknowingly become a great panic for martial arts people.

People in the rivers and lakes are all afraid that one day they will have a hole in their chest for no reason.

As a result, panic spread like a plague.

But they still have hope.Their only hope is Qiu'er who has returned from injury.

When Joe crawled home, he was still muttering something, but people couldn't understand what he said.

What he said were some vague words and phrases.

Gao Yuhan naturally knew what Qiu's second child was talking about, but she didn't give him a chance to speak again.

She sealed his mouth and used the meteor sword technique she hadn't used for many years.

She absolutely does not allow the secret of the Meteor Sword to be revealed, so this time she personally took action to break the queen for Star Soul.

It is an unforgivable thing that there is actually a living under the Meteor Sword.

After Gao Yuhan heard the news, he was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

It was the first time in four years that Xinghun missed, which was a big blow to Gao Yuhan.

If there is one time, there may be a second time.

This means that she may no longer be able to rely on and trust Star Soul in the future.

If she keeps letting Xinghun kill for him, Xinghun's meteor sword could send them both to their graves.

So she decided to do it herself.

She threw the injured Xinghun aside.

There are at least a dozen wounds on Xinghun's body.He closed his eyes, gasping like gossamer.

She didn't even dare to ask a doctor for him, let alone Ming Yuexin.

In this situation, she has no choice.

She changed into black clothes neatly, tied her hair up high, and wrapped it in a face scarf.

She gritted her teeth.

"Xinghun, forgive my sister, if we don't go now, I'm afraid neither of us will survive."

"Xinghun, you have to hold on, you have to wait for sister to come back."

She picked up Xinghun's Meteor Sword and left without looking back.

She walked very fast, so she didn't hear Xinghun's intermittent voice from her throat.

What he said was: "Sister...sister, I'm sorry...not...."

"Master Mu?"

Yu Yao opened the door and saw a tall figure standing at the door.

In the darkness, his face looked a little gloomy.

Before she could ask, he had already sneaked into the room and grabbed her.

"You..." Yu Yao's eyes widened.

"Yu Yao, we don't have time anymore, would you like to listen to me?" He panted slightly, his face pale.

Yu Yao looked at him in horror, and reluctantly nodded.

He took a breath: "Do you know that I... No, the people of Songjiazhuang have betrothed you?"

Yu Yao pursed her lips and turned her face away.

He held her tighter, as if afraid that she would disappear before his eyes in an instant.

"Why do not you speak?"

"You look at me?"

He turned her face domineeringly, to face him.

There were tears in her eyes.

He felt his whole heart melted.

She looked straight into his eyes indifferently and said, "So what if you know? What can I do?"

He was speechless.

"Mr. Mu," she smiled sadly, "I know you like me, but we can't be together. You...forget about me."

He shook his head violently, "No...I don't want to lose you, don't..."

She broke free from him and backed against the wall.

"Don't come to see me in the future. I'm waiting to be married, so I can't get too close to other men."

"Waiting to be married..." He shook his head and smiled wryly. He didn't know, but he was unwilling to give up.

"Yu Yao, listen to me..."

He didn't give her a chance and pressed her every step of the way.

She curled up in a corner, with nowhere to hide.

He resolutely spoke surprisingly, "Are you willing to come with me?"

She looked up in surprise.

"Follow me, I will take care of you for the rest of your life, we wander all over the world, no one can find us."

Yu Yao raised her head and looked at the familiar man in front of her, young, handsome, and slightly jerky face.

His eyes were trembling, like they were on fire.

She hesitated.

She doesn't know what to do?

He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.Some abrupt, some gaffe.

Yu Yao couldn't break free, let him hold her, and instantly warmed her whole body.

Tears could not help but fall.

"I'll take you," he vowed. "I like you, I don't want you to marry someone else. Come with me, Yu Yao."