Meteor Killer

The rain is getting heavier.

Meng Xinghun walked into the depths of the forest.

He was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, which covered most of his face, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

The Meteor Sword was held in his left hand, and he hid his right hand, illusory.

The depths of the forest became darker and darker.

With one deep kick and one shallow kick, he repeated the wrong path at that time.

The rain trickled down the brim of the hat, gurgling like a trickle.

The coir raincoat is also completely wet.The clothes inside were surprisingly cold.

He finally got there, in front of Ming Yuexin's tomb.

The elder sister kept her word, she really set up a tomb for Ming Yuexin.But there is no name on the tomb.

He knew that she hated Ming Yuexin very much, maybe from the first day he saw her, she hated her.

Meng Xinghun remembered that Gao Yuhan said, "I asked this girl to see you, but I was in a panic. For some reason, I always felt that something would happen. However, in order to make your illness better, I also Can't handle that much anymore."

My sister's hunch was correct.

Because of the appearance of Mingyue Xin, he changed a lot.

He began to struggle, trying to change the life his sister had arranged for him.

And this struggle made him almost turn against his sister.

Everything is due to this bright and happy girl.

He sighed and took off the bamboo hat, revealing a pale face.

His eyes are still clear, but it seems that there are too many things hidden, too many vicissitudes.

He slowly stretched out his hidden right hand, he didn't know if he could still hold the sword.

My hands are shaking and my heart is shaking.

He took a breath and pulled out the sword suddenly.

The beautiful silver light and the beautiful meteor sword drew a bright rainbow in the night.

On the gray and cold stone wall, he tried his best to carve her name word by word.

Ming... Moon... Heart...

"My name is Ming Yuexin, and your name is Meteor. It's interesting."

"This is not the name of the Central Plains, I came from Miaojiang."

"This is called marriage cake, which is specially made for destined men and women in the world."

"If there is a girl you like in my heart, please write down her name."

"It's just that when writing, each other can't let the other see. After writing, they swallow it in one gulp. If the hearts are connected and each other writes each other's name, then the two will be married forever in this life."

"Let's write one, brother, this girl is already writing."

……

He fell down, as if using all his strength.The sword was thrown in the mud, and the person leaned against the stone wall, foolishly.

He struggled to move around, revealing the writing on the stone wall.Crooked, can't see clearly.

Only he knows.

He finally wrote her name, although it was too late.

The rain hit the stone wall and flowed down the grooves in the stone, winding and winding.

He leaned his head against the stone wall, and with his fingers, stroke by stroke, with grooves, he slowly sketched... her name... her voice and smile.

Ming... Moon... Heart...

Amidst the sound of rain, his cough was faintly heard.

He bowed his body, like an old man in his dying days, panting and coughing at the same time.

Cough until exhausted, cough until all thoughts are lost.

He kept coughing, as if this was the only way he could express how much he missed her.

"Meteor, let me feel the pulse."

"Meteor, take the medicine quickly."

"Meteor, I'll take you to see something fun."

"meteor……"

He closed his eyes tiredly.

So, nothing can be heard.

Only the sound of rain, rushing...

A cold autumn night.

There is no light in Wangxing Tower.

The candles on the table had been extinguished long ago, leaving only a dark room.

Gao Yuhan woke up from the dream, and when he touched the pillow, he was not there.

"Star Soul..." she called him.

For a long time, there was no answer.

Reluctantly, she straightened her messy hair, put on her clothes and got out of bed.

The weather in late autumn is already slightly chilly, penetrating into the depths of the bone marrow, and the cold is tight.

Gao Yuhan couldn't help shivering.

She is afraid of the cold and also afraid of the dark.

Fumbling to the side of the candlestick, tremblingly trying to make a bright spot, but found that the candles were all burned out.

"Star Soul..." She called him again.

Still no answer.

The cold, the darkness, and the emptiness of the silence surrounded her without a sound.

Gao Yuhan felt very scared.

"Xinghun..." She searched inside and outside the Wangxing Building, but she still couldn't find him.

Where did he go?

"Xinghun, come out quickly, don't leave sister alone." Gao Yuhan's voice was trembling.

The inside of the star tower in the dark looked a little eerie.

Gao Yuhan felt that this was not the Wangxing Tower she was familiar with.

It seems that everything is wrong.

"Xinghun, where are you?" Gao Yuhan felt his voice getting softer and weaker, almost inaudible.

She was desperate.

At this moment, she heard a faint breathing sound from behind her.

She turned back sharply.

What I saw was a smiling face.

Kind smile.

Meng Xinghun still smiled innocently as usual.

Gao Yuhan felt relieved, "Xinghun, where have you been, you scared my sister to death."

He didn't speak, just smiled blindly.

Gao Yuhan leaned over and climbed onto his shoulders as usual: "Promise my sister in the future, don't scare my sister again!"

But he took a step back strangely, Gao Yuhan's body didn't stop, and bumped into him all of a sudden.

At this moment, she saw a bright white light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.

This ball of white light is actually getting brighter and brighter. In the dark star tower, it is so dazzling that people can't open their eyes.

Gao Yuhan was speechless, she felt as if something was stuffed in her throat.

Meng Xinghun held a shiny dagger in his hand, and slowly raised his hand.

And that terrifying dagger was facing the woman in front of him, his dearest and most beloved sister.

"No...no..." Gao Yuhan shook his head and slowly backed away.

He was still smiling as always, smiling smugly.

He approached without haste.

She retreated to the corner, it was a dead end, there was nowhere to escape.

He grinned, a victor's smile, but his eyes were burning with rage.

Anger, resentment, and desperate anger seemed to swallow her up.

She was stunned, she had never seen such a look in his eyes.

That's not her star soul!

But at this time, he no longer hesitated, and the dagger in his hand stabbed down suddenly——

"Don't—Xinghun..." Gao Yuhan's shrill cry echoed in the valley for a long time.

Suddenly woke up.

In the teary eyes, a young and handsome face dimly appeared.

It's him, Song Lin.

Gao Yuhan gasped for breath and found that his face was full of tears.

Wangxing Tower, Xinghun, everything, was actually a miserable night dream.

So painful, so unbearable.

She felt exhausted from being tortured.

"Leader, you are having a nightmare." Song Lin said with concern.

She nodded, struggling to get up, but found that she had no strength at all.

Song Lin supported her by the shoulders, and said softly, "It's not yet dawn, you should sleep for a while."

After sunset that day, the two of them deserved to die, but they were washed into this cave by the current.

After narrowly escaping from death, both of them were exhausted, so they could only rest for a while before making plans.

Gao Yuhan wiped away the tears on her face, turned away, and closed her eyes, she didn't want him to see her weakness.

She didn't see the weird expression on Song Lin's face.

At this time, Song Lin slowly revealed the hand behind his back.

In his hand, he held a shining dagger.

The dagger was in his hand, shining with a faint and cold white light.In the empty and dark cave, it looked extremely strange and terrifying.

And this dagger—

Like the dagger in Xinghun's hand that appeared in Gao Yuhan's dream——

The same.

The veil is lightly rolled, misty with water vapor.

The air is lingering with the strong aroma of hot flashes.

The maid Xiaocui picked wild flowers of various colors from the mountains, and was gently rubbed by a pair of white and tender hands.

Yu Yao's skin became more translucent and fair under the infiltration of the warm mountain spring.

The faint fragrance wafts through the room.

She submerged her whole body in the water, and saw a faint fragrant shoulder, showing it shyly.

On the surface of the water, there are colorful flower petals floating.

Yu Yao seemed to enjoy the bath very much.

It's been a long time since she came out of Baihualou to have a bath like this.

There were patches of pink on her face, and she felt extremely comfortable.

Song Lin has not come to see her for many days.

She doesn't know where he went?

Thinking of him, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

Is it because of him?

she does not know.

All she knew was that she should hate him and not forgive him.

But, why, she couldn't do it.

She was actually a little worried about him, wondering how he was doing well now.

Yu Yao felt that she was very strange now.

She shook her head, maybe she was dizzy from the steaming water vapor, that's why her thoughts were muddled.

She stood up from the water like a piece of flawless white jade.

Slowly, she stepped out of the barrel, the glistening water drops rolling off her body like pearls.

However, she suddenly discovered that the clean dress that the maid Xiaocui put behind the roller blind was gone.

Did Xiao Cui take it?

That careless girl...

At this moment, she heard footsteps in the room.

Probably Xiaocui brought the clothes again.

but--

The veil was gently lifted by someone, but it was a black folding fan sprinkled with gold.

Then, she saw a man's face.

Yu Yao couldn't help screaming.

But that man walked in unhurriedly, holding the dress that Xiaocui prepared for her just now.

He smiled smugly, "Miss Yuyao, I have been looking for you for a long time!"

"Mr. Xie..." She also recognized him.

His name is Xie Zhuifeng, and he is the godson of Xie Houshang, the owner of Youlong Valley.

The reason why Yu Yao knew him was because he used to be a frequent visitor of Baihualou.

Xie Zhuifeng threw the clothes in his hand on the ground, and then hugged Yu Yao in his arms unceremoniously.

Yu Yao refused to follow, and struggled desperately.

She has been in good health and left Baihualou.How can I let this man...

"don't want……"

But no one heard her cry.

No one came to rescue her.

Xiaocui didn't know where to hide.

Yu Yao felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, weak and helpless.

"Brother..." she sobbed in her throat, she asked him to save him.Only he can save her.

At such a time, it was him that she thought of.

She actually thought of the man who also insulted her.

But where is he?