Meteor Killer

Ximen Chuuxue was wiping his sword.

He has a very beautiful sword with an ebony handle and a silver snow edge, which is simple and elegant.

He has not used this sword for many years.

The sword had long since lost the smell of blood, only the faint and elegant fragrance of white daisies.

He sealed it with white daisy petals, and one letter lasted more than 20 years.

The sword was locked in a red-glazed wooden box, the lock was rusted, and he picked it open.

There is a layer of petals on the bottom of the box. After a long time, it will inevitably lose its color and dry up, but the dark fragrance will remain.

Ximen Chuixue regains her lost youth from the fragrance of flowers.

He wiped the sword very carefully.

again and again.

The servant opened the door and came in, he said to Ximen Chuuxue: "Master, Wang Qi's funeral has been arranged."

Ximen Chuuxue pondered for a moment and said, "Okay."

The servant asked again, "When do you plan to get up?"

Ximen Chuuxue replied, "Now."

Yin Cui Pavilion.

Under the lamp, there is a table of good wine and good food.

At the table, there are two half-drunk people.

Song Lin accompanied Gao Yuhan to drink, he filled it up, and she drank it all in one gulp.

Gao Yuhan's face was already blushing slightly.

She said to Song Lin: "The servant next to Ye Kai is not easy to deal with."

While pouring wine, Song Lin said, "It's really hard to deal with."

Gao Yuhan looked at him appreciatively, "You must have used some tricks."

Song Lin smiled slightly: "I only want the result, not the method."

Gao Yuhan nodded and said, "Very well, I taught you this."

Song Lin was startled, when did she teach him?

Gao Yuhan swallowed the contents of the cup, and said, "No flaw left."

Song Lin said confidently: "The clothes are seamless."

Gao Yuhan smiled, and she said, "Every time you do something, I feel at ease."

She put down the wine glass, and immediately filled it up quickly. The fine juice and jade dew, like a spring waterfall under the lamp, sprinkled a stream of light.

Song Lin's handsome face was shining with radiance, and his brows were full of spirits.

She pushed the wine glass to him and said softly, "You drink."

Song Lin frowned and drank the wine in one breath.

The wine was very strong, and he heard Gao Yuhan's crisp laughter: "You are always so obedient."

Song Lin's delicate eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

The smell of alcohol rises, and all the internal organs are transpired.He heard Gao Yuhan ask again: "Why don't you ask me why I want you to kill them?"

Song Lin thought for a while, and he found it difficult to answer this question, so he said vaguely: "The leader has his own plans."

Gao Yuhan's expression changed.

Song Lin was startled.Could it be that he said something wrong?

Under the light, Gao Yuhan's face was hazy.She squinted her eyes and smiled charmingly, "You said the wrong thing, hehehe..."

Song Lin quickly lowered his head and said, "This subordinate knows."

Gao Yuhan continued: "You should say..." She lowered her voice, leaned closer, and said gracefully, "Whoever my sister wants me to kill, that person deserves to die."

Song Lin suddenly raised his head.

He saw the gentle brilliance in the hazy eyes of the woman in front of him.

He understood that this was the way a woman looked at her lover.

Suddenly there was a sweet and sour feeling in his heart, he chewed this sentence over and over again, and then replied word by word: "That's right, the person my sister wants me to kill, that person deserves to die."

A satisfied smile appeared on Gao Yuhan's face.

She said, "Then are you willing to kill another person for your sister?"

Song Lin asked a little bluntly, "Who does my sister want me to kill?"

Gao Yuhan's half-drunk eyes suddenly widened, and she said bitterly, "Ye Kai."

Song Lin was silent.

"Why, you still refuse to agree?" She lowered her head in disappointment, a little sad.

Song Lin hurriedly said: "No, I promise."

She smiled, a sly sneer slipping across her lips.

"But... before that," she slowly turned the wine glass, "you go with me to a place first."

He clenched his fists and said briskly, "Leader, please order."

Gao Yuhan said softly: "Ziyun Villa."

"Purple Cloud Villa?" Song Lin frowned, "Du Yunxiao, the owner of Ziyun Villa, was an old friend of Shangguan Longtou before, but after Shangguan Longtou's death, the Azure Dragon Society has never had much contact with Ziyun Villa. Longtou What are you doing this time?"

Gao Yuhan sighed, "The Qinglong Society has been suffering from internal and external troubles recently. Ye Kai's members openly opposed the Qinglong Society, and several of my most trusted subordinates in the Qinglong Society were killed one after another. If it wasn't for this situation, how could I Will you go find him?"

Song Lin looked at her and didn't speak.

Gao Yuhan said again: "Since I succeeded to the throne, I have sent people to invite Du Yunxiao to the Qinglong Club several times, but he refused to come even once. I know in my heart that he must not accept me as a girl, and he does not want to make friends with me. Good. So I avoided seeing them several times.”

Song Lin pondered for a moment and said: "If Longtou is leaving, Du Yunxiao may not be willing to meet him. Why should Longtou embarrass himself?"

Gao Yuhan said: "Although Du Yunxiao is arrogant, the power of Ziyun Villa cannot be underestimated. With his help, the Qinglong Society will surely be able to overcome this difficulty."

Song Lin nodded.

"Regardless of success or failure, I will personally go through it. I hope that the old man will see the face of the former leader of Shangguan and give him a helping hand to help Qinglonghui get out of the predicament."

Song Lin looked at the woman in front of him, then raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, gradually lost in thought.

Meng Xinghun returned to the old days.

There is no Mingyuexin, no sister, only myself.

He thought he would become more silent, but he didn't.

He learned to talk to himself.

When he missed Ming Yuexin, he made himself Ming Yuexin.

Ming Yuexin's voice was flying, he raised his voice and smiled and said to himself: "Meteor, when you recover from illness, I will take you to Miaojiang."

Then he smiled silly.

Looking at the sky full of stars, I smiled silly.

This is her eternal promise to him, and it is also his eternal hope to himself.

Sometimes, he would imitate his sister's calm and gentle tone, and say to himself: "Xinghun, let's get married."

So he smiled silly again.

Looking at the jumping candlelight, I smiled silly.

This is his sister's eternal promise to him, and it is also his eternal deception to himself.

He has lied to himself countless times, and has tasted the joy of being cheated countless times.

When a person indulges in self-deception, he must have already experienced the beauty of lies.

Meng Xinghun thought of the first lie woven by himself.

That was four years ago, when he killed for the first time.

My sister reminded me ten thousand times: "Xinghun, my sister is not around, you must be careful and adapt to the situation."

He nodded and went with the Meteor Sword in his pocket.

Any first time is new, and killing is no exception.

He was not afraid, nor did he consider the danger he was about to face.

He looked curiously at the boy who was about his age in front of him, a little ignorant and hesitant.

The boy was obviously older than he was, and he drew his sword first.

Meng Xinghun was stunned for a moment, then he also drew his sword, eager to try.

He even forgot the purpose of his trip, he suddenly wanted to compete with this boy who was as young as himself.

Boys of sixteen or seventeen are always competitive.

He just wanted to beat him, not kill him.

But he didn't know until later that this damn idea almost killed him.

The boy put the sword around his neck, looked at him and smiled contemptuously: "It seems that you don't want to kill me, so let me kill you."

Meng Xing was dazed.

At the moment of life and death, he thought of his sister, she would come to save him, she would forgive him for his mistakes.

In a trance.He is waiting for her.

……

Moonlit night, high in the sky.

Cottages.

The cold sword edge, the two stalemate.

A strange smile slid across the corner of the young boy's mouth.He raised his chin and said to him: "Please beg for mercy, I will let you go."

Meng Xinghun raised his head high, he would rather die than beg for mercy.

The young boy was shocked, he shook his head, sighed and said, "A killer shouldn't be like this."

Meng Xinghun looked at him and smiled silently.

The young boy said: "It seems that you will never be able to become a competent killer in your life. Instead of doing this, you might as well let me kill you."

Meng Xinghun was in despair, not because of his life at stake, but because of the boy's cruel conclusion.

If he can't become a competent killer, what's the point of his life.

If he couldn't become a competent killer, what face would he have to meet his sister.

All the meaning of his existence is to kill people.

He said to him: "You do it."

He couldn't wait for her after all, she didn't come.

There is no hope of life.

The young boy smiled slightly, and he murmured softly, as if talking to himself: "You are really interesting."

Then he jerked his hand aside, and the blade slashed at the side of Xinghun's neck.

In the flash of lightning, Meng Xinghun felt dizzy for a while.

His blood spattered the eyes of the young boy, who was red-eyed, half-human, half-ghost.

Meng Xinghun was very lucky, because the young boy had never killed anyone.

as same as him.

The young boy screamed wildly in the house, almost crazy.

Meng Xinghun seized the opportunity.

He sent his meteor sword into his chest.

The strange light of the Meteor Sword cut through the dark silence.

Beautiful silver light, beautiful meteor sword.

He still killed him.Although he is not a competent killer.

The moonlight is still generally clear.

The thatched cottage was dead silent and cold.

Meng Xinghun felt drowsy and fell down.

He saw the bright moonlight outside the window.

Suddenly……

He saw clearly.

Under the moonlight, in front of the broken window sill, there was a pale and cold face.

That face was a little too pale, and it was chillingly cold.

is her.

She was looking at him, she was looking at him coldly.

She looked at him coldly from the window.

Meng Xinghun was on the verge of falling.

He collapsed beside the young boy.

The moonlight gradually converges, gradually darkens, and gradually faints.

The wind swayed the branches, the jackdaws started up, and the thatched roof rattled.

Meng Xinghun was in despair.

The moment he closed his eyes, he said to himself, "That's not my sister."

That's not my sister, who is that?

Those cold and quiet eyes, who is she?