Meteor Killer

Blue Dragon Club.

Flying Dragon Altar.

Liu Changjie died in his bedroom.

There were two wounds on his body.

One at the shoulder spine and one at the center mouth.

Very strange, not a sword piercing the heart.

But the wound was small, long and narrow, and terrifying.

It was exactly the same as the wound on Uncle Shangguan's body.

Liu Changjie did not escape after all.

Since Ritsu Kagawa's death, he has stayed at home and kept silent like a cicada.

He has nightmares every night.

In the dream is a handsome and upright young boy smiling sweetly at him.

When I woke up, my whole body was soaked.

He once ordered all the people in the altar to look for this boy everywhere, but they searched Chang'an City, but still found nothing.

He seemed to have disappeared from this world.

He couldn't find him, and he couldn't sleep or eat.

He calculates when he will die every day, and he is afraid that he will die inexplicably like Ritsu Kagawa.

He recruited many masters, inside and out, front and back, and took turns guarding the Flying Dragon Altar.

But he was still afraid.

He flinched and counted the days in fear.

His hair was almost grey, but he seemed to be ten years old in just half a moonlight.

He waited day after day, but the boy never came.

By the hundredth day, he was completely hopeless.

He removed all the guards, and he began to wait for death.

He sat facing the window every night, staring out the window in a daze.

Outside the window, there is only a bright moon.

The moon is waning and the moon is full. He has watched this repetitive and monotonous scene three times.

He is bored.

Until the night of the fourth full moon.

The moon was very round and bright that night.

Liu Changjie was also in a particularly good mood, he even asked his servants to prepare a pot of sake.Facing the breeze and bright moon, drink by yourself.

Because he knows that this is his last time to watch the moon and the last time to drink.

Tell him intuitively.

Tonight, he can't escape.

He finally waited until this day.

People's premonitions are really weird sometimes.

He felt that in most of his life, he had never enjoyed such a beautiful night, nor had he drank such a delicious wine.

His expression after death was peaceful and contented.

When he saw that familiar boy, he didn't panic in the slightest, he even felt as if he was seeing an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and he had an indescribably intimacy.

Meng Xinghun missed the first sword because of Liu Changjie's smile.

When he stabbed out the Meteor Sword, he saw that the old man smiled calmly and calmly.

Meng Xinghun couldn't believe his eyes, he was stunned.

He's killed a lot of people, of all kinds.

When he handed out the sword in his hand, looking through the dazzling light of the Meteor Sword, those people had various expressions on their pale faces.

Horrified, desperate, begging, shocked.

Every expression is terrifying.

Only there is no smile.

Few people can laugh so easily before death.

All those who died under his sword were frightened by his astonishing aura.

But now, he was frightened by the smile of the unremarkable old man in front of him.

His hands trembled slightly.

The first sword stab was crooked.

Liu Changjie did not fall down.He smiled lightly and said something to Meng Xinghun.

Meng Xinghun had heard this sentence before.

Lu Xiangchuan said that when he entered the Crouching Dragon Altar.

Very simple, just a few words.

"What exactly do you want?"

Meng Xinghun's complexion changed slightly.

He still can't answer, he still doesn't know the answer to this sentence.

He was angry because he felt like a failure.

Before Liu Changjie could say another word, he sent the Meteor Sword into his heart.

Liu Changjie's mouth opened and closed, shaking up and down, as if he was still saying that sentence.

"What exactly do you want?"

Short, powerful, and powerful.

Meng Xinghun couldn't bear it anymore.

He pulled out the Meteor Sword violently, Liu Changjie's body shook, and finally fell down.

Blood dripped along the tip of the sword, and scarlet was floating on the narrow, flat and thin sword body, surrounded by traces.

When he saw this red liquid before, he always felt a sense of excitement.

The thrill of killing.

But now, he suddenly felt that the red liquid was very dazzling, making people dizzy.

Worst of all, he felt a sudden itching in his throat, bent over and started coughing.

His cough became worse and worse, and he almost couldn't stand upright.Digging out the heart and lungs, almost coughing up all the internal organs.

He stood against the wall, barely steadying himself.A face flushed red.

Every time he killed a person and got bored with blood, he would fall ill once.

He has long been used to it.

But today, he felt that he was coughing extremely badly, as if he was going to cough up his heart at once.

A feeling of dread.

He felt that life in the world was meaningless.

Because he doesn't know what he really wants.

For the first time he thought of death.

He wanted to die like the old man.

But he just couldn't do it.

He remembered that he had promised his sister that if he could live one more day, he would spend one more day with her.

He didn't want to see his sister feel sad for him.

His greatest wish in this life is to live happily with his sister until they grow old.

He felt that his sister's wish should be the same as his.

So, for the sake of his sister, he couldn't die.

Meng Xinghun felt that he had figured it out all of a sudden.

He used his toes to lift the corner of Liu Changjie's clothes, and with a light swipe of the Meteor Sword, he tore off a piece of white cloth.

He quickly wiped the blood on the sword.

The sword regained its light.

Even brighter than before.

The most beautiful moment of Meteor Sword is the moment when the blood on its body is wiped dry.

Blood is the blood of different people.

At that time, the thin sword seemed to be contaminated with spiritual energy and gained a new life.

Meng Xinghun raised his sword high.

The blade reflected light, and he saw his own eyes.

His eyes are just like his sword, they are also as bright and clear as water.

He never looked closely at his own eyes.

He didn't know his eyes were so beautiful.

He felt that his own eyes were equally alive and shining.

He seemed to see his sister's charming smile in his own eyes.

He sneered at Liu Changjie who was lying on the ground.

"What do you want me to ask?"

"Now I can answer you."

"It's very simple...what my sister wants is what I want."

"My sister will be unhappy if you are alive, so I must kill you."

Meng Xinghun felt that he suddenly became smart again.

Smart people usually know how to find suitable excuses for themselves.

Meng Xinghun was a little smug, he wanted to hurry back to Wangxing Tower to meet his sister.

Whenever he promised his sister to kill someone, her sister would always stay in the watch tower.Cook a good meal and wait for him to come back.

When my sister saw his figure, the smile on her face was as warm as the spring breeze.

When he walked slowly into the Wangxing Tower, his sister would fly into his arms like a shy little girl.

What Meng Xinghun likes most is this moment.

So no matter how strong the opponent is, and no matter how dangerous the situation is, he can handle it.

Strange to say, there is also a ray of light in the killer's heart.

It is this ray of light that supports them to find their own reason to live amidst bloodshed and death.

The ray of light in Meng Xinghun's heart was Gao Yuhan.

He killed for his sister.

He lives for his sister.

His sister is all his survival value.

The courtyard of Songjiazhuang is very large.

I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement by his parents, but he felt that his and her rooms were very far away.

Seven years had passed, and he had never dared to go into the house and say a word to her.

She has never noticed such a peeping person at the window for seven years, watching her silently.

But one day, he met her.

The sky suddenly changed, and the sunny day, which was fine, was already a bit gloomy.A gust of wind blew off her window flaps.

He saw her put down the embroidery in her hand and approach the window gracefully, her beautiful face made him forget to dodge.

So he met her face to face.

Seeing his appearance, she seemed a little overwhelmed.Can't help but two red clouds rolled over his cheeks.

He is also young and handsome, with a dashing demeanor.

"You..." She really didn't know what to say, and turned around in embarrassment.

"Girl..." He hurriedly called her.

She turned her head.

He smiled: "Can I make a friend?"

She turned her head slightly, and secretly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, she didn't know his intention.For a while, I didn't know how to answer.

He also felt a little abrupt, "Girl, don't get me wrong, I mean nothing..."

She turned her head and said with some embarrassment: "They don't allow me to associate with anyone in Songjiazhuang."

He frowned: "It's not fair."

She lowered her head, feeling infinitely wronged and pitiful.

He thought for a moment and said, "But I'm not from Songjiazhuang."

She looked up at him suspiciously.

He smiled: "I am a friend of Mr. Song's family, and my name is Mu Helin."

"Dare to ask the girl's name?"

She said softly, "My name is Yu Yao."

Her shyness fell into his eyes, and he felt his heart beat wildly.

But she didn't dare to look directly at his face, she felt that the boy's eyes were too hot.

He felt a little emotional: "It's too wronged for the girl to live here alone."

She shook her head and said lightly, "I'm used to it."

Suddenly another gust of wind blew by, and a few drops of rain drifted by.

He looked up, seeing the change in the sky, he said that he couldn't stay any longer, he could only leave the beautiful woman.

He reluctantly said: "Let's not pass today, I will come to see you again."

Yu Yao nodded, and there seemed to be parting in her eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't leave, she had no choice but to put down the window flap.

He just woke up like a dream, and hurried away in a daze.

Inside Wangxing Building, the fragrance of medicine overflows.

Ming Yuexin is helping Meng Xinghun decoct medicine.While frying, she raised her head to look at him.

He silently looked at the medicine jar on the table, feeling bored.

"Meteor," she asked him, "don't you like talking?"

He shook his head and said in silence for a while, "I just can't speak."

Mingyue looked at him puzzled.

He smiled faintly: "No one talks to me all the time, so naturally I can't speak."

She brought in the medicine and put it in front of him.

He took a sip, then frowned.

"In the past 20 years, no one other than my sister has entered this Wangxing Tower."

He put down the medicine cup and glanced at her.

"You are the first guest."

He lowered his head and drank all the medicine in the bowl.

Ming Yuexin looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Don't you have any other relatives? Just your sister."

He nodded.

"You grew up with your sister?"

He nodded.

"Actually, she is not my own sister."

Ming Yuexin raised her head and looked at him suspiciously.

"I am an orphan. I have never met my parents. My sister took me in when she saw that I was pitiful."

Mingyue Xin said: "It's hard for Elder Sister Gao. Although she has a high status in the Qinglong Association, it is not easy to pull you up."

Meng Xinghun sighed, "Yes, at that time my sister ran around to treat my illness and suffered a lot."

Ming Yuexin looked at him and said, "It seems that you two have a good relationship."

He smiled.What could he say to her?

She was an intruder after all.

She doesn't know anything.

Nor should I know.

He looked at the distant mountains with deep eyes and said quietly: "Yes, I love my sister very much."

Gao Yuhan's enthronement ceremony was held a month later.

On that day, Qinglong will decorate with lanterns and festoons, cheering and shouting.

Gao Yuhan invited all heroes from all over the world, and heroes from all walks of life came to congratulate him.

The threshold of the Azure Dragon Club was almost smashed.

Gao Yuhan was wearing a bright red silk jacket, leaning slightly back, sitting on the dragon head throne.

Her two beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and she looked at the groups of people who came to congratulate her with interest.

Good and evil are mixed, and there are all kinds of people.

There are famous and unknown people in the Jianghu, and the well-dressed and unsightly. They all want to come and see this beautiful new leader.

Gao Yuhan responded with a faint smile to everyone who came to congratulate him.

She smiled just right, not too much, not too little.Reserved, noble, yet majestic.

Everyone who has seen her is full of praise for her beauty and grace.

But no one dared to underestimate her in the slightest.

There is a natural and attractive aura about her.

She thinks she is a born king.

She likes to be admired by others, and she likes to stand on a high peak.

Standing at the highest point, unlimited scenery.

After getting rid of Shangguan Bo, forcing Ye Kai away, killing Liu Changjie and Lu Xiangchuan, after all the hard work, she finally got her wish.

She is very proud, but she is not happy.

She was proud because enough people came, and she had the satisfaction of a winner.

She was upset because no one came.

She doesn't care if there are many people coming, she only expects him alone.

No one else can come, but he can't.

Among thousands of people, she only wanted to see him.

Needless to say, this person is Meng Xinghun.

Meng Xinghun naturally knew that that day was her sister's enthronement ceremony.

He went, but only took one look, and left.

So Gao Yuhan didn't see him.

He doesn't like excitement, and he doesn't like those so-called celebrity knights.

He finds them annoying.

But none of this matters.

Meng Xinghun left in a hurry because he was afraid of seeing his sister in red, sitting on the dragon head throne.

He felt that was not the sister he knew.

Those gangsters who didn't know which corner came out could enter the hall grandly, but he could only hide behind the lobby and look at his sister at the other end of the crowd from afar.

He felt that his sister was far away from him.

The sister looked out of reach.

My sister is still so beautiful, her eyebrows, makeup, clothes, and smiling face are all so familiar.

But there is also a strange feeling, which can't be explained clearly.

He doesn't like a sister like that.

He almost fled away, the atmosphere there was suffocating.

He couldn't take it.

He still likes his Wangxing Building, although it is cold, it is comfortable.

Before he got close to Wangxing Tower, he could smell the aroma of rice.

His heart skipped a beat.

sister.

No, not my sister, my sister is still sitting on the throne of the leader.

Who is that?

He hasn't smelled the fragrance of food for half a month, which means that his sister hasn't seen him for half a month.

Every day, he gnawed at the dry food in the Wangxing Tower in a daze, looking forward to his sister's arrival.

He was looking forward to his sister cooking a meal and stewing a pot of good soup for him.

The dishes are simple and good, and the soup, even if it is light and oil-free, he doesn't mind.

For people who haven't eaten a decent meal in a month and a half, even a bowl of plain rice can make them very happy.

Meng Xinghun felt that this kind of life was abnormal, and he was a little tired.

He is very envious of those ordinary people who spend their daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, washing and cooking.Three meals a day, plain and light, morning and night, day after day.

He is even more envious of those families of three, where the father is kind and the son is filial, and the wife is virtuous and happy at home.

When the lanterns first come on, light a dim candle, and the family sits around in the narrow and simple hut, chatting about family matters, chatting about things, and complaining about their sufferings.

As a father, he would tell his wife and children what he saw and heard in a day, embellished with embellishments, and happily.

The eyes of the wife and children were shining, listening intently, covering their mouths from time to time to laugh and yell loudly.

This is the life Meng Xinghun yearns for.

It is a pity that he has no parents and no wife.

He has only one sister.

His sister gave him everything, except that he didn't have a normal family.

He has not lived a normal life, he can only spend every day in a daze and waiting.

He's really tired.

So when he smelled the fragrance of rice in Wangxing Tower, he felt a sudden warmth in his heart.

This is the taste of being a normal person.

The rice, of course, was not made by Gao Yuhan.

The rice was cooked by Ming Yuexin, Meng Xinghun had already guessed it.

Ming Yuexin often visits him, and they are already good friends.

When he walked into the Wangxing Tower and saw a table of delicious meals, he was so excited that he couldn't say a word.

Ming Yuexin is a smart girl, she is good at cooking and talking.

But she knows when to speak and when not to speak.

She looked at Meng Xinghun, without saying a word, just handed a pair of chopsticks to his eyes.

Meng Xinghun smiled, and took the chopsticks knowingly.

Words are superfluous to a starving man.

Meng Xinghun felt that Mingyue Xin understood his heart very well. Although they didn't know each other very well, they had an unspeakable tacit understanding.

From the bottom of his heart, he liked this girl very much.

……

When Gao Yuhan arrived at Wangxing Tower, the setting sun had already set in the west.

A touch of afterglow, like a paintbrush, dyes the exquisite and small Wangxing Tower in orange.

There is a faint mist all around, covered by pink clouds, and the smoke locks the building.

Gao Yuhan was very familiar with this scene.

She always comes at this time, and has been for many years.

She was also very used to the smile that Xinghun had in his eyes when he saw him.

Xinghun would always stand by the stone table in front of the door, his eyes staring straight outside.Seeing her figure, they will immediately come forward.

What Gao Yuhan likes most is this moment.

But today, she couldn't see people from Star Soul.

She still didn't see him until she reached the gate of Wangxing Tower.

She was not in a good mood today, she didn't know why Xinghun didn't come to see her enthronement ceremony.

She wanted to find Xinghun, so she asked for it herself.

But she couldn't see the star soul.

The first thing she saw was a girl with big eyes and a sweet smile.

Bright moon heart.

Gao Yuhan felt that she understood everything.

She said nothing.

Ming Yuexin naturally didn't know anything, she still smiled happily when she saw Gao Yuhan.

"Sister Gao, it's you. Meteor and I just finished eating."

"Oh." Gao Yuhan also smiled, "That's really embarrassing for you, and you even cook for him."

Ming Yuexin waved his hand, "It's nothing, Meteor is just hungry too, do you know how many bowls of rice he ate? It's ridiculous, he looks like a starving ghost who hasn't eaten for ten days."

Gao Yuhan frowned slightly, and she saw the star soul behind Ming Yuexin.

Meng Xinghun's expression was ugly.

"Sister Gao," Ming Yuexin's voice seemed to be singing, "I just discussed with Meteor. He always stays in the house and is bored. I want to take him out for a walk. What do you think?"

Gao Yuhan still smiled naturally, and she responded lightly, "Okay."

Ming Yuexin's hand was already on Meng Xinghun's sleeve. She raised her hand and called softly, "Let's go."

Meng Xinghun didn't move.

He glanced at Gao Yuhan.

Gao Yuhan's face was calm, she said slowly: "Xinghun, go with Miss Ming."

Meng Xinghun hesitated, but he was still pulled away by Ming Yuexin.

He walked past Gao Yuhan.

He smelled the familiar scent of his sister.

His white robe rubbed against his sister's light pink dress, and the two passed by.

The smile on Gao Yuhan's face disappeared at this very moment.

When the show is over, she doesn't need to laugh anymore.

It was very quiet, and the birds were silent.

Ming Yuexin and Meng Xinghun had already walked away.

She is alone.

The green water reflects the green mountains, and the flowers play with the willows.

She stood alone, standing in the wind, her pink dress fluttering and entangled with her long hair.

Like mood, confused, tired, hopeless.

She lost her mind and stood there staring at the distance for a long, long time.