Meteor Killer

Blue Dragon Club.

It was a very lively day.

Batch after batch of people came in, but only a handful of them finally made it to the lobby.

Gao Yuhan set up a checkpoint at the entrance passage.

A test of martial arts, intelligence, courage, and even luck.

Those who can pass the test are those who are wise and courageous, and who are proficient in literature. Of course, it depends on a little bit of luck.

The last level is set in the lobby of the Azure Dragon Club, that is to say, this last level is to meet the leader of the Azure Dragon Club.

There are many people who pass the first few levels with ease or with great difficulty, only to fail in the last level.

They didn't know where they lost, because the beautiful and noble woman in red just took a look at them and drove them off.

No one knew what kind of person Gao Yuhan wanted.

Gao Yuhan naturally knew exactly what kind of person he wanted.

This last test is actually very simple, the test is the appearance.

Some people are indeed outstanding, but if they have ugly eyebrows and ugly faces, she can't look down on them.

Gao Yuhan is a person who loves beauty, so she naturally requires her subordinates to be pleasing to the eye as well.

She looked at the batches of people who came up, and kept a few behind quietly.

In the end there were only four people left.

Gao Yuhan noticed one of them, and she felt that he was a little special.

Of the four, he is the youngest.

He seems to be in his early twenties, perhaps, not even 20 years old.

He was wearing a light yellow robe, not particularly tall, with braids and boots.

He stood there majesticly, calm and composed, and he actually compared the other three.

But it was not his temperament that attracted Gao Yuhan.

It's his looks.

Gao Yuhan unexpectedly realized that he looked a bit like a star soul.

But if you look closely, it doesn't look like it.

He is more handsome and taller than Xinghun.

Although Xinghun is handsome, he always has a sick face.

But he didn't, his whole body was in high spirits.

She smiled and said to the four of them, "Show me your sword dance."

The four clasped their fists together and said, "Take orders."

In the lobby, there was a gust of sword wind immediately.

The wind was so strong that Gao Yuhan's hair was lifted by the strong wind, and the corners of his clothes were shaking.

The lobby is colorful and flowing, with light and shadow overlapping.

Gao Yuhan's eyes were dazzled.

She looked for the figure of the boy in yellow, but she couldn't find it.

She wondered, why disappeared?

She opened her eyes and looked carefully, but she couldn't see.

Strange, where did he go?

She waved her hand and was about to stop, when she suddenly felt a flash of sword light in front of her eyes.

With a bright flash, the sword has reached the throat.

Gao Yuhan screamed, and she couldn't help but leaned back.

The sword light stopped abruptly, disillusioned before Gao Yuhan's eyes.

All is said and done.

She saw the boy in yellow standing in front of her, with the sword in his hand resting on her neck.

"Dragon head..." Everyone in the audience was shocked.

Everyone showed their weapons one after another and surrounded the boy in yellow, with the potential to attack with one fell swoop.

The other three also stopped dancing their swords.

Everyone looked at them both nervously.

The sword is drawn, and it is on the verge of fire.

Gao Yuhan's face was also a little stiff.She couldn't laugh anymore.

But the protagonist doesn't panic.

She saw a faint confident smile on the face of the boy in yellow.

He raised his eyebrows easily, and then gracefully put away the sword in his hand.

He took two steps back, cupped his fists and said, "I offended you."

Everyone stared at him blankly, no one made a sound, and the hall was completely silent.

Gao Yuhan had just recovered from the shock, she straightened up and sat still.

Her eyes widened, looking at him in bewilderment.

She found him very difficult.

He also looked at her calmly.The four eyes meet, as if they want to see through each other.

After a long time, someone woke up from the dream and said, "Hurry up and take him down..."

A group of people crave for it, all eager to try.

The funny thing is, no one made a move.

Gao Yuhan was furious from her heart, and she stood up abruptly, like a red fire.

Seeing that the leading man was acting in a wrong manner, everyone didn't dare to start a commotion again.

In the lobby, calm gradually returned.

The boy in yellow was still standing there as if nothing had happened, watching all this indifferently.

Gao Yuhan frowned and looked at him.

He met her gaze without fear.

Her brows gradually relaxed, and then she smiled.

"What's your name?" she asked him.

"Song Lin." He replied.

She nodded.

very common name.

"Why did you assassinate me?"

He shook his head, then smiled mischievously.

"I never thought of assassinating the dragon head."

She froze.I don't know what to say.

He skillfully swung the sword in his hand, and then slowly said: "I'm just dancing the sword for the dragon's head."

Some people in the crowd couldn't hold back anymore, and only one person said: "This guy is sophistry!"

"That's right, don't listen to his nonsense." Someone else echoed.

There was another commotion.

Gao Yuhan pondered.

He smiled lightly and said calmly:

"If I hadn't danced the sword for Longtou, I'm afraid that Longtou would not be able to sit there by now." He pointed his sword at Gao Yuhan's carved dragon chair, looking at her with some air.

Her face changed slightly.

Some sensible people in the crowd could also hear a little bit of it, and couldn't help feeling cold on the soles of their feet.

But there were still some people who didn't understand the general situation and sneered: "It's a joke, where else can the dragon head go if it doesn't sit there."

"That's right, is it possible to let you sit there?"

He smiled slightly, glanced at the crowd, then pointed his sword at the ground, "Lie there."

Gao Yuhan felt a chill down his spine.

Everyone seemed to be stunned, and fell silent again.

Gao Yuhan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you sure you can kill me?"

He still smiled, and said lightly: "Yes, I can kill you, but I don't want to kill you."

Gao Yuhan smiled: "But you clearly wanted to kill me just now."

He tilted his head, then suddenly stood up straight, raised his head and said seriously: "I did that just to let the leader know that I am someone you can trust and rely on."

Gao Yu's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at the boy in front of her meaningfully.

In her eyes, his face gradually turned into the appearance of a star soul.

She couldn't tell.

She found that he really looked like Xinghun.

late at night.

Wangxing Tower.

Gao Yuhan hesitated, and finally walked in.

The candles were brightly lit, and Meng Xinghun was drinking alone.

He leaned his body on the bamboo chair, put his feet on the table, raised his head, and drank unhurriedly.

Gao Yuhan noticed that there was a pile of broken cups under him, and his condition was bleak.

She frowned.

She knew that he would never forgive her.

"Star Soul..."

She called him cautiously.

He glanced at her, didn't answer, just pouted.

She lowered her eyes.

"I know you are still complaining about and hating your sister, but I also have my difficulties."

"I don't intend to deceive you, I'm just... just afraid that you will leave me and ignore me."

He was still drinking leisurely, as if he hadn't heard a word.

Gao Yuhan continued.

"I know you hate me for killing Ming Yuexin, but have you ever thought about it, can I not do this?"

"She already knows our secret, let her live, we can't live."

She sighed.

"Xinghun, if you think about it carefully, you will be able to understand my sister's painstaking efforts."

Meng Xinghun raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.

Gao Yuhan stared at him intently, she noticed that his drinking posture was strange.

"Xinghun, are you really ignoring me? Even if my sister is in danger, are you going to stand on the sidelines?"

Meng Xinghun put down the wine glass in his hand, and smiled mockingly: "My sister is the leader, and she orders the heroes, who would dare to harm my sister. Only my sister kills others, how can others kill my sister?"

She was overshadowed.

"Xinghun, I didn't lie to you, she panted, "I really..."

"Who do you want me to kill for you?" He interrupted her.

She was overjoyed.

He knew her after all.

She bit her lip: "The person I want you to kill may not be easy to deal with..."

She paused, and peeked at his reaction.

He picked up the flagon and filled himself with wine.

Gao Yuhan noticed that his posture was extremely strange, as if he was very unskilled.

She looked carefully and found that he poured the wine with his left hand.

"Xinghun..." She called him suspiciously.

He smiled faintly, and said calmly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to kill him."

She was stunned: "You haven't heard me say who that person is?"

He shook his head, "It doesn't matter who it is."

He pushed the glass to the other side of his body and picked it up with his right hand.

Gao Yuhan saw that his hands kept shaking.

The wine poured out like a stormy wave.

"Star Soul..." Gao Yuhan exclaimed.

The wine glass fell to the ground and fell to pieces. Together with the original fragments on the ground, they piled up into Gao Yuhan's shattered dream.

Meng Xinghun smiled miserably, and said coldly: "Look at me now, can I still kill for you?"

Gao Yuhan felt dizzy, almost on the verge of falling.

She stumbled out of the watchtower.

He stared at her back for a long time, and a mist filled his eyes.Then he slowly picked up the wine glass with his left hand and turned it stiffly.

He stared at the wine glass in his hand, sighed and said softly: "Ye Kai, you are finally here."

Zhong Nanshan.

The mountains are all over the plains, and the sea of ​​flowers is rippling.The warm wind blows lightly, and the chaotic petals flutter like snow flakes.

People are in the flowers, the fragrance is intoxicating.

He embraced her tenderly, touching her hair, tearing her ears and temples.

In his arms, she occasionally picked up a sea of ​​flowers and clouds, like pieces of beautiful dreams.

He whispered in her ear, "Sister..."

She leaned against him and slowly closed her eyes.

His deep and sticky voice echoed in her ears, "In this life, I only love you."

She smiled, a satisfied smile.

Her hand slowly caressed his face, she couldn't see it, but his eyebrows and eyes were so familiar and so pitiful.

He is hers, hers alone.

She was still dreaming, and said softly: "Xinghun, you promise me that you will never leave me, promise me."

She foolishly, wishing like a little girl.

But he didn't answer.

Can't hear his voice, can't even feel his breath.

Only this intoxicating fragrance of flowers surrounded her in emptiness.

She was surprised, and looked back, there was no him.

She stands alone in the sea of ​​flowers.

"Xinghun..." She was at a loss, "Where are you, Xinghun?"

Not far away, in the rippling sea of ​​flowers, there seems to be a shadowy figure.

He approached her step by step, and every step seemed to step on her heart.

She saw him clearly.

It's not Xinghun, it's him...

It was the prime of life, and there seemed to be a bit of aloofness and disdain hidden between the brows.He looked at her quietly, and his smile grew stronger.

For more than ten years, we have lived together day and night and accompanied us day by day.She was greedy for him, secretly, only madly in her heart.

He seems to know, but also seems not to know.

The man smiled and said, "Panpan, Master is calling us." He understated it.

The gentle and jade-like voice caused waves in her heart.

"Yeah." She agreed lightly, and couldn't help being inexplicably melancholy because of his indifference.

He turned around and walked away alone, leaving her standing alone.

She stared fixedly at his back, with a generally unrestrained and heroic appearance, but she couldn't hide the unreasonable strangeness and coldness.

Suddenly heartbroken...

"Brother, wait for me."

Can't catch up, but only chase after.In the vast mountains and plains, lonely and helpless.

Men drift away.

……

I woke up suddenly, tears wet my cheeks.

Another miserable night dream.

She sat up and leaned against the wall of the bed, alone.

They all left, and no one was by her side.

Only her.

The supreme right, the bow of thousands of people, she has everything, but she has nothing.

She curled up in the darkness, letting tears fall drop by drop.

Outside the window, the wind is raging, and the night is getting darker.