Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 16: Everyone has their own thoughts

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Responsible to you?

You saved me, am I responsible for you?

Meng Fuyao blinked. Why does this sound so strange?

This Yuan Zhaoxu, speaking, the ability to change the concept and reverse common sense is really high.

Meng Fuyao thought he was not an opponent, so he had to take a step back, leave his faintly diffused area, touch his nose and change the subject, "I actually have an idea, but it's a bit risky..."

"Then do it as you want." Yuan Zhaoxu didn't ask, but answered casually.

Meng Fuyao stared at him, "Do you know what I think?"

"What you are thinking about is framing and framing, and treating the person in his own way." Yuan Zhao laughed with confidence and hate.

Meng Fuyao tugged at the corner of his mouth and looked at him, cursing for a while, "roundworm!"

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In the deep mountains of early autumn, there was a sense of winter, and the maple leaves were frost-red early, and they were fascinating and strange in the colder moonlight.

In the "Tingfeng Xiaoxie" of Xuanyuan Villa, a group of special guests lived in today. The guests are distinguished, the three princes of the Taiyuan imperial family Qi Xunyi, Pei Yuan was seriously injured, and it is said that it was not enough to alarm the prince to come in person. , But Qi Xunyi is different, his mother consort is Pei Yuan's aunt, he is Pei Yuan's closest cousin.

Qi Xunyi occupies a detached house, and there is a respected guest who came with him. He lives in the east pavilion of "Tingfeng Xiaoxie". The man entered the room early and didn't want anyone to wait. It seemed a bit special .

Lin Xuanyuan welcomed the guests into the villa in Bairi, and accompanied them to Lantingju to visit Pei Yuan, and then he stayed in the wind Xiaoxie until the third watch before leaving, he stepped on the frosty moonlight of the cold night There was a bit of worry in his expression as he walked to his bed.

After he left, Tingfeng Xiaoxie returned to silence, and the lights went out one after another. No matter what was going to happen tomorrow, he still had to sleep.

The night is quiet, and the night is silent.

The first quarter moon is coldly engraved on the top of the floating clouds, glowing like flowing water.

"Huh."

In the cold light, a black shadow drifted across the courtyard like a broken kite, across the patio, across the front hall, and onto the small building with cornices in the second entrance.

The black shadow hung on the corner of the second floor eaves like fallen leaves, swung under the eaves, and turned into a black smoke, swung into the tallest west attic in the Tingfeng Xiaoxie.

So light, so fast, so quiet.

Not even a bird dozing off with eyes closed on a banyan tree next to the small building.

The black shadow floats into the bead curtain and penetrates into the inner room, revealing a pair of bright eyes under the black mask, belonging to Meng Fuyao's eyes.

"Who!"

The shadow just flashed into the door, and when the darkness was neutral, there was a cold low drink.

The man in the room has a calm and sober tone, without the sleepiness of a person who is awakened in the middle of the night.

A sharp light flashed under his eyes, Meng Fuyao kept silent, his body went straight forward, his sleeves flicked, and a dull black dagger slipped silently from the bottom of his sleeves, flashing like a poisonous snake. Then he reached the heart of the man on the bed.

The man sneered, and his sleeves flicked. It was obviously just a soft bedclothes, but it was as smooth as steel and jade. With a sharp sound, the dagger slid against the sleeves of his sleeves and slid straight to the edge of the bed.

Meng Fuyao's strain was also excellent. The dagger slipped off, and immediately turned over. He rolled over the person's head like a big Peng, and landed on the other side of the bed. Without turning his head back, he made a stab in the backhand, stabs straight. The other side's heart.

The man seemed to be angry as well, and suddenly floated flat from the bed, stacked a few times strangely like a snow-white soft satin, and then escaped the fierce knife, and then a sharp sword light came from his waist with a bright moon Like rising, the room glowed in an instant, reflecting Meng Fuyao's figure in a subtle way.

The woman’s slender body is outlined by sword light, with a smooth curve like water waves. The chin is a delicate stream, and the abundance is a wave of waves, which becomes An enchanting whirlpool makes people's hearts beat and beat, wanting to drown in desperately.

The man with the sword, seemingly surprised by this Li Ying, slowed down.

Meng Fuyao, bathed in sword light, immediately took this opportunity to hold his head and head straight to the window. He seemed to dare not face each other at all. A sneer behind him suddenly sounded, "Where do you want to go?"

The sound is in the back and the action is in the front, and the sword light instantly becomes a straight line, like a lightning that splits the air, chasing Meng Fu, who is "holding his head and running around", shaking his heart.

At the speed of the sword, if you sprint in a straight line, you will surely be pierced on the sword. In desperation, Meng Fu shook an iron bridge and then tilted his head back to the ground. The tip of the sword flew over her nose, her face. Suddenly it cracked silently and strangely, neatly divided into two halves, and fell to the ground.

The man shook and waved, the sword light turned upside down, and the hilt hit Meng Fuyao's shoulder, knocking her to the ground.

The moonlight penetrated through the window and shone on the gray "face" on the ground, a human skin mask, shaking gently in the night breeze.

Meng Fuyao, whose mask was cut by sword light, looked back at the people in the room in panic.

The moonlight shines on her face.

I saw the huge scars on the face that were creeping because of the shock.

The scar made people feel scarred when they looked at it, and it's hard to forget that they don't want to look at it again.

If it's just a scar face, but it happens to have such a beautiful figure with ups and downs that are poetic, so that the upper and the lower are connected, and people sigh that the world is not satisfactory, and there is no adult beauty in heaven.

The man squinted his eyes, and his expression also showed a look of surprise and regret.

Just so startled, Meng Fuyao suddenly jumped up like a leopard, flipped over the long window with his toes, like a black spring with excellent flexibility, and instantly popped out of the window.

She flew past the end of the banyan tree, and brought thousands of branches, swaying and dancing, making a sound.

A piece of fallen leaf flew high, drifted across the slightly swaying window that was knocked open, and fell to the tip of the man’s sword, but there was a foot away, and then suddenly paused, then dissipated in the air and turned into a small pile. Pale green powder.

The man never moved.

His sword light is fixed like a sea wave, thousands of sparkling lights reflect his face, black hair is like a long body of ink, and a pair of pill and phoenix eyes are bright and extinct, a bit evil and a little romantic.

He brushed his sleeves, and the pile of pale green powder immediately turned into a green mist, slowly rising in the silent space.

The wind moved the bead curtain Yuhoro. Behind the man, a door leading to the East Pavilion suddenly opened silently.

There was a faint white shadow inside the door, sinking into the vague darkness.

Seeing the white shadow, the shadowy color of the man’s eyes immediately disappeared, and when he turned his head, he had restored his calm and meaningless expression, and his tone of voice also brought a bit of respect and deliberate kindness, "I’m sorry for disturbing you. ."

"Your Three Highnesses, you are welcome," the white-clothed man walked out of the darkness, staring at the flying leaves outside the window with a thoughtful expression, "I didn't sleep either."

He turned his eyes to look at the tabletop, a little hesitant, Qi Xunyi immediately said, "I haven't touched these tea sets, you can use them."

Sorry smile, the man in white took a tea set and poured himself a cup of tea. His movements are light and stable, his palms are clean and slender, there is no light in the room, his side is soft in the moonlight, his eyes and lip color are soft Both are slightly lighter, reminiscent of the newly blooming Asakura in the early spring.

He gently moisturized his lips with tea water, looked thoughtfully at the leaves that fell into the soil, and said softly, "These leaves...were not supposed to fall now..."

Qi Xunyi glanced out of the window disapprovingly, frowned very slightly, and then smiled, "Zong Gongzi, the doctor's parents, even the grass and trees are compassionate, and Xunyi admires it very much."

"Just call me Zong Yue." Zong Yue smiled faintly, and put down the tea cup, "I was born to love flowers and plants. Seeing flowers and plants shouldn't fall from time to time, I can't help but feel a little sad, but I made my Royal Highness laugh."

"You can also call me Xunyi." Qi Xun laughed broadly, "I took the name, so it's for someone to call it. Why is it so troublesome for Your Highness."

He smiled boldly, but his eyes kept flashing, Zong Yue didn't look away, and smiled lightly.

Qi Xunyi stared into his eyes and slowly said, "You must have seen the scene just now."

Zong Yue's expression did not change, only slightly nodded.

"Who did you think this was sent by? Look at that body style, it looks like..." Qi Xun wanted to say something but stopped, his eyes burning.

Zong Yue was silent for a long while, and smiled, "His Royal Highness claims to know the best in the world, pedagogical heaven and humans. The actions of this evil guest must have been in the heart of His Highness. Unfortunately, the more stupid Zong is, he can’t see anything Come, otherwise, you can relieve your sorrow and labor for your Highness."

Qi Xunyi's eyes sank, and then smiled and waved, "Zong Zong is too modest, in fact, Xiao Wang doesn't dare to bother him with these mundane things, he should rest early, and the sister’s injury, you have to ask. Where's the son."

"Princess Yuan's injury is not light, especially the bone erosion in the wound, which deepens the wound. It is easy to heal, but it is difficult to completely restore the appearance." Zong Yue's eyes showed a slight regret, "but I will try my best. For."

"Please, my son." Qi Xunyi bowed slightly.

Zong Yue returned silently and went away.

His figure had just disappeared inside the side door, and the chic and graceful attitude on Qi Xunyi's face immediately disappeared. He stared in the direction where Zong Yue disappeared, his eyes gloomy, and he screamed at the ground for a long while, cursing. :

"Asshole!"