Meteor Killer

The drizzle was like silk.

Mingyue Xin wore a light green long gauze dress and a small soy-purple oiled paper umbrella, coming through the rain and fog all the way.

The wind is chaotic, the rain is drifting, and the oil-paper umbrella is shaking, but it still can't cover it.

His body was already a little wet, and his face was covered with a few grains of rain dust, which was cool.

She walked into the woods, the rain was lighter, but the road became muddy.

When the hem of the skirt swept the ground, it was covered with mud, but she didn't care.

From a distance, she saw him.

He didn't open an umbrella, wrapped in white clothes, standing in the rain and fog, looking thinner and thinner.

"Meteor..." she called him.

He didn't answer, just looked at her.

She suddenly felt that there was something strange about him today, because he didn't smile.

As long as he sees her, he always smiles, and she also likes to see him smile at her.

But today, there was no expression on his face.

"Meteor..." she called him again.

He still shouldn't answer her, but he smiled.

Still that sweet smile, curved crescent eyes, familiar and kind.

Ming Yuexin's heart sank, for some reason, the him just now made her a little scared.

"Meteor, what are you holding in your hand, why don't you show it to me?"

Meng Xinghun's hand was behind his back, and he was holding it furtively, without knowing it.

Ming Yuexin said: "Is it delicious? Quick, take it out and let me see."

He didn't move, and the smile disappeared from his face.

She was in a hurry, and leaned over to have a look.He turned sideways, hiding more tightly.

"I can't hide it, I saw it..." With some strength, she pulled his hand back.

Meng Xinghun's expression changed instantly.

……

Bright white light pierced through the sky, and the Meteor Sword roared in the rain.

Ming Yuexin's face was as white as paper.

Meng Xinghun's face was whiter than hers.

"Meteor..." she exclaimed. When the word "star" was still spinning in his throat, the sword had already entered his chest.

Light green clothes, bright red blood, like green leaves and red flowers, blooming on the chest.

Meng Xinghun pulled out the sword, the sword light was sharp, blood dripped from the tip of the sword, and it was scattered by the wind.

Without a single extra word, without a moment of hesitation, he made a move, cleanly and neatly.

It was so fast that even he himself was surprised that he really made a move.

There was rain blowing on his face, flowing down his cheeks, like a stream of rivers, flowing down to his forehead, it was itchy.Unbearable, he wiped it away with his hand, and a faint pink was printed on the back of his hand.

A person with a bright moon heart trembles in the wind and rain.

She is not reconciled, how can she be reconciled.

Gritting her teeth, she waited for him to give her the answer.

Meng Xinghun suddenly laughed, very strangely.He said lightly: "Let's go."

He let her go.

He didn't kill her.

She will be the only survivor under the Meteor Sword.

But she didn't appreciate it, she refused to leave, she wanted his answer.

The rain turned faster and the wind became stronger.The umbrella was thrown aside, and the person was trapped in the mud. She fought desperately, and she wanted to hear him tell the truth.

……

He lowered his head for a while.

"My sister wants me to kill you."

He looked at her coldly, as if looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

"Sister said, if you kill you, you will marry me."

Mingyuexin's umbrella stood side by side sadly, the rain was raging, it couldn't stand it, it was already dying, like a piece of crumpled cloth.

People are like umbrellas, and they are equally unbearable.

She didn't even have the strength to raise her head to look at him, she couldn't open her eyes, it was raining too much.

He raised the Meteor Sword, the blade was thin and soft, bouncing in the rain, "ding ding dong dong", like a clear spring flowing.

"However, it won't let me kill you, so I let you go."

"Meteor..." She called him weakly.

The wound was still bleeding.The injury is not deep, but it hurts.

After fighting for it, she was dying, "I just want to ask you one thing," she bit her lips to bleed, "Have you ever liked me?"

She doesn't care about life or death, she only cares about his heart.

The rain hit the leaves, rustling, chaotic and orderly.

He lowered his arms, the Meteor Sword flashed and then disappeared.He turned his hands away, hid the Meteor Sword, and also hid his face.

He lowered his head, the rain dripped down his eyebrows, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"I am a killer, I have killed many people, you are just one of them."

His writing is vague and vague, which is the answer and not the answer.

She has understood.

Not to mention feelings, but a role being used.It's her naive thinking, it's her wrong person.

He asked her out, just because he wanted to kill her; he killed her, just to marry another woman; he didn't kill her, just because his sword wouldn't let him kill.

It sounds ridiculous.

Ming Yuexin smiled, lowering her head and laughing foolishly.

She's got the answers she wants, and she can really go.

She wobbled like a green leaf, floating in the rain, lonely and helpless.

She walked away step by step.

Step by step in the wind and rain.

He turned his back, not because he didn't want to see it, but because he couldn't see it.

……

The rain seems to be lighter, the sky seems to be brighter, the dark clouds are gradually disappearing, and the wind is weakening.His white robe was tightly attached to his body.

On the robe there were prints, the spots were continuous, like distant mountains, faintly shadowed.

I got muddy, and I have to let my sister wash it later, he thought.

He raised his head, and suddenly felt his eyes were wet, and wiped them away with a wave of his hand, just like before.

The rain had almost stopped, but his face was covered with water.

Keep dripping down, desperately, can't stop.

……

Ming Yuexin didn't walk out of the woods, she lay quietly on the ground.

Her face was pale and her eyes were closed.

In the chest, stuck a small arrow glowing with silver light, spitting out blood as black as ink.

In the distance, misty and rainy.

Pink clothes, pink skirts, pink umbrellas.

Umbrellas sway in the wind, people laugh in the rain.

The corners of the slender mouth are slightly raised, like a crescent moon, which seems to be hidden under the umbrella.

She turned around and walked away gracefully.

The long hair swept across the waist, like a brush dipped in ink.The pink dress was close to the body, with narrow sleeves and a narrow waist, making it alluring and graceful.

She walks away.

The rain has stopped.

Blue Dragon Club.

Gao Yuhan waved his sleeves and walked anxiously in the lobby.

Her expression seemed to be covered with frost.

In a blink of an eye, she saw three corpses in front of her.

All three are her confidantes, the people she can trust the most in the Azure Dragon Society.

They all died the same night.

One died in his own garden with a hidden weapon in his chest.

One died in the Red Dragon Altar, and was poisoned in the food and drink.

One was even more strange, and was actually decapitated when he got up to relieve himself in the middle of the night.

The methods of death are different, but they seem to have been killed by the same person.

Gao Yuhan took a deep breath, raised her head high, and then smiled contemptuously: "It's here, it's finally here."

With a flick of her sleeves, she sat on the dragon head throne.

"Come here, pass it on, and post the list of heroes. Within three months, Qinglong will recruit talents, regardless of their status, and those who are capable will be selected."

Meng Xinghun couldn't sleep for several days.

He was very excited, he felt that he was about to become the real male owner of this Wangxing Tower.

He has lived here for nearly 20 years, and during these 20 years, he has been thinking about it every day.He always felt that there was something missing in this building, but he just couldn't think of it.

Now he finally knows.

My sister entrusted someone to send her a wedding gown, made of bright red material, finely cut, and fit perfectly.

He sneaked through it a few times, and ran to the pool in front of the building to take pictures. The red robe and trousers were red from inside to outside, and even his hair band was red.

He smiled happily, took it off and put it on again, put it on and took it off again, tossing and turning.

"Sister," he asked, "who should we invite on the wedding day?"

Gao Yuhan remained silent.

"My sister is the leader, and people from the Azure Dragon Society should come to watch the ceremony."

She shook her head, "Back when you went undercover at Crouching Dragon Altar, I'm afraid that you already know each other well, so that's not right."

"Then, invite some people from the neighborhood, no one recognizes me, so it doesn't matter."

She shook her head again, "The leader of the Azure Dragon Society is getting married, how can you invite unrelated common people?

"That……"

She cut him off. "Don't invite anyone, just the two of us, don't need to be lively, just simple."

"But..." He was reluctant, "If no one witnesses the marriage, how can it be considered a marriage?"

Gao Yuhan frowned, "Who taught you these things?"

Without thinking, he blurted out, "Ming Yuexin said so."

Gao Yuhan's complexion changed slightly.

He felt that he had slipped his words, and he was so panicked that he dared not speak again.

She raised her eyebrows, concealed her annoyance, and said with a smile: "You can blame sister for Mingyuexin's matter?"

He shook his head.

She suppressed her smile, and suddenly said seriously: "She died, why aren't you sad at all?"

He froze.Can't figure out the meaning of her words, does she know that he let Ming Yuexin go?

She pursed her lips, leaned over, and quietly climbed onto his shoulder.

"She's a nice girl, and she's been so nice to you."

He pushed her away violently.

"It doesn't matter what she does. I said that whoever my sister wants me to kill, that person deserves to die."

He was in a hurry to grab the confession and show his heart.The righteous words are strict and harsh.

She stole a look at him, and she saw his lips trembling slightly.

She smiled softly, and said lightly: "I will erect a monument for her, and you can go to worship in your spare time."

Before he could speak, she turned around and drifted away.

The sun was shining on her shoulders, and her eyes were as cold as frost.

He looked at her back and unconsciously stroked her face with his hands.

Forehead, a large wet area.

Blue Dragon Club.

Gao Yuhan was dressed in red, sitting on the dragon head throne.

Several sub-rudders reported one by one.

A middle-aged man with a thin face in Tsing Yi came out.

"The 15 taels of silver transported from Shenlongtan to Jinpeng Villa on the eighth day of September were robbed."

She stood up firmly.Then he sat down slowly.

With deep eyes, she said in a deep voice, "Who did it when we found out?"

The man in Tsing Yi shook his head, "It hasn't been found yet."

She unconsciously clenched her hand on the carved chair handle, muttering to herself.

The man in Tsing Yi said cautiously: "The leader..."

She waved her hand to stop him.

She regained her senses and smiled gracefully, "There are so many things going on in the Qinglong Society these days, haha..."

"Leader..." The man in Tsing Yi looked at her nervously, "Do you want to investigate this matter?"

She stopped smiling suddenly, and said solemnly: "Investigate, of course we must investigate, and leave this matter to you."

The man in Tsing Yi took the order and went down.

Another old man with white beard came out.

"Leader, according to reliable information obtained by my subordinates, there is now a Hongying Gang in Jianghu, with tens of thousands of people. It seems that the target they want to deal with," he paused, "is our Azure Dragon Society..."

Gao Yuhan listened and quietly smiled.

"I already know about this."

The white-bearded old man reported again: "Leader, you only know one thing but not the other."

She raised her eyebrows lightly, "Speak."

The white-bearded old man said: "The leader of the Hongying Gang is an acquaintance of our Azure Dragon Club..."

Her eyelids twitched slightly.

"You mean..."

The old man with white beard lowered his body and said, "Ye Kai."

She stood up from the chair all of a sudden, earth-shattering.

The crowd shouted: "Leader..."

She looked at them and sat down slowly again.His face gradually regained his composure.

Everyone talked a lot: "It turns out that Ye Kai withdrew from the Blue Dragon Club in order to make a comeback and fight against us."

"At the beginning, he blamed himself for his mistakes, and the leader no longer cared about it. I didn't expect that he would not only be ungrateful, but also repay his kindness."

"That's right, maybe the troubles that Qinglong will encounter these days are all good things he did."

"It's messed up, it's messed up, Qinglong will be in trouble from now on..."

Gao Yuhan looked at the chaotic crowd below the steps, and gradually fell into deep thought.

At night, red candles are shining brightly.

A large square colored lantern is hung in front of the door, and bright red happy letter stickers are attached on the wall.

The gauze palace lanterns in the corridor are tall, and the candles on the railings are brightly lit.

There is joy and harmony in Wangxing Tower.

He had already put on his wedding clothes and official hat, and he was waiting for the auspicious time.

He looked at the two red candles on the table, his eyes were shining with red light.

He finally waited until this day.

He has managed to create a real home for himself.

For 20 years, what his sister never gave him, what Wangxinglou never had for 20 years.

Starting tonight, he will have it all.

He felt an unprecedented satisfaction.

From tonight, he wants to let his sister know that he is no longer the little brother in her eyes, he has grown up.

"Uncle, the auspicious time has come, it's time for you to worship the dragon head."

Xiaoyu was always by his side.She is the maid brought by her sister and the only witness of their marriage.

He woke up with a start, and his spirit had just recovered.

"You wait, I'll go up to pick up the tap." Xiaoyu said respectfully.

My sister is on the second floor. Is she waiting anxiously like him?

He imagined his sister's appearance in a red dress.

At this moment, he heard Xiaoyu's exclamation.

"The dragon head is gone!"

He was startled suddenly, just about to rush to the second floor.He heard Xiaoyu exclaim again.

"Uncle, someone..."

As soon as he raised his head, he could see a faint figure outside the Wangxing Tower.

He chased out.

At the end of the corridor, under the brightly illuminated palace lanterns, there was a shadowy figure standing.

He took a closer look.

Slender figure, bright eyes.

He was horrified.

Bright moon heart.

Her face was pale, her eyes were empty, and she just looked at him quietly.

He saw a grayish gleam flowing in her eyes.

The moonlight shone on her face, half-bright, and there was no expression on her face.

He felt his blood surge and he felt light-headed.

She finally found him, and she would never let him go.

"Uncle..." Xiaoyu chased him out.

He saw Ming Yuexin's figure swaying, she gave them a meaningful look, pointed to the direction of the second floor, then smiled strangely, turned and left.

He felt his throat itching, as if there was an undercurrent gushing out.

He noticed that she was wearing a strange bright red dress, which was as red as blood.

It was as red as his clothes.

"Ah..." Xiaoyu covered her mouth.

She stretched out her fingers tremblingly, pointing at Ming Yuexin's leaving back and said, "That's... that's... Longtou's wedding dress!"

He opened his mouth and suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Panpan rolled up his sleeves, revealing a flat, round, white and tender arm.

Indistinctly, the blood veins can also be seen winding, and it is too thin to be human.

He held a short sword in his hand, but his hand was shaking, and the edge of the sword flickered.

With a cruel heart, she rowed down, and it only hurt for a while, but she couldn't bear it.

Blood flowed from the wrist and fell on the floor, there was a sound, tick, tick.

She closed her eyes, thinking about what Ximen Chuuxue had said to her.

He once told her such a story.

A story is a story after all, it is impossible to tell whether it is true or not, and it has been processed and exaggerated, but she can never forget it.

The story is very simple, but four words, man, woman.

The background is a desolate village, and the flowing stream is winding and winding, and it does not know where it leads.

There is no reason for a man and a woman to love each other, only because the world is so big, there are only two of us.

Men are not handsome and women are not beautiful, but they are always in love with each other, and they love each other.

Women are satisfied, but men are not.

One day, the man proposed to leave, but the woman couldn't stay.

He promised she would come back and asked her to wait for him.

She agreed and had no choice.

There is no restriction, no deadline, she just said: "You walk along this stream, and when this stream turns red, be sure to come back and have a look."

The man didn't understand what it meant, so he put his bags on his back and stood up.

The woman sat by the stream and waited, day after day.

The years in the mountains are difficult to measure, and I don't know how many days in the world.

The woman waited until her hair turned gray, but the man never came back.

The woman no longer sighed, and borrowed a short knife to cut her wrist, and she dripped the blood into the stream, drop by drop.

The stream is dyed red, like patches of peach blossoms.Past and old hatreds were erased together, and the woman buried herself in the water.

But at this time, she saw the man came back, stepping on the small stones by the stream, and the red water flowed quietly under her feet.

She closed her eyes, the corners of which were furrowed like knives.

The story of Ximen Chuuxue ended here, Panpan lost her mind, she asked: "Is the man really back?"

Ximen Chuuxue remained silent.

Panpan understood, she remembered one thing from now on, red, can make people see hope.

The blood flowed quietly, and she waited quietly.

She knew she would wait for him if she wanted to.

But Ximen Chuuxue didn't want to, he wouldn't let her wait any longer.

He knelt beside her, hugging her tightly, his white robe stained bright red with her blood.

"Don't stop me," she wept weakly, "It's only a little bit closer, I'll see him soon, wait a little longer."

The corners of his resolute mouth twitched slightly.

Seeing that she was holding a piece of veil tightly in her hand, he pulled it over and helped her wrap it up, a pure white veil.

She refused, but she couldn't resist.

People have passed out.

The dragon head is missing, and the uncle is unconscious again, Xiaoyu is so anxious that he is at a loss.

After all, she is only 14 years old, how can she not panic when she encounters such a situation.

She took a handkerchief and wiped his sweat for him.

He lay still, almost invisible.The cold sweat was weak and thick, like being in purgatory.

The candles in the Wangxing Tower were lit and extinguished, extinguished and lit again, and had been replaced for several rounds.

Xiaoyu silently removed the colored lanterns, tore off the Chinese character "Hi", picked up the red lanterns in the hallway, and replaced his red wedding clothes.

She didn't want him to see these things again when he woke up.

However, he never woke up.

She looks at him.

She suddenly realized that he was very young, as if he was not a few years older than her.

Such a boy wants to marry the leader.

A seemingly absurd marriage, a relationship with such a disparity in age.

Xiaoyu didn't understand, she couldn't understand anyway.

She couldn't figure out what the boy was thinking, and what the leader was thinking.

Will they be happy together?

It's already night, late autumn night, a little cool and a little bleak.

She was sleepy, tightened her clothes, and leaned against the bed, feeling dizzy.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the candlelight danced.

Outside Wangxing Building, deep in the darkness, there is a pair of crystal cold eyes.

Like a ghostly will-o'-the-wisp, it disappears after only a flash.