It was getting late, the old servant came to invite Xue Wuwo and Meng Letian to have a meal, Hanyue was still obsessed with studying ancient mirrors, Letian didn't care, he had slept in the open for so long, so let's have a good meal first.
Tie Yueshuang was taking care of Tie and undoubtedly did not come out, only Xue Wuwo and Meng Letian were on the table.
Letian ate happily, Xue Wuwo was preoccupied, seeing that he ate deliciously, his appetite improved a little, so I reluctantly ate some, and unconsciously began to look at Meng Letian in a trance.
Le Tian was drinking soup, suddenly raised his head to meet Xue Wuwo's deep eyes, and was immediately choked and coughed violently.
Xue Wuwo quickly reached out and patted his back.
Le Tian waved his hand and said with difficulty: "It's okay."
His face was flushed from coughing, and he looked up at Xue Wuwo who was patting his back. His eyes were black and round, containing a little puzzlement. Xue Wuwo's face also gradually turned red, and the hand patting Meng Letian gradually stopped moving. He withdrew his hand, lowered his face and coughed lightly.
Le Tian said to the system: "Is he in love with me?"
The system said sharply: "Don't be sentimental!"
Le Tian: "Is that so..." It's better for him not to stimulate the system.
Le Tian rubbed his nose and said, "Brother Xue, don't you want to eat?"
Xue Wuwo picked up the chopsticks again under Meng Letian's concerned eyes, "Eat."
Lotte: This guy is definitely in love with him.
Le Tian gave him a chopstick of meat, "Eat more, your complexion has always been bad."
Xue Wu I looked at the piece of meat in the bowl, feeling moved and guilty in my heart, Meng Letian treated him so well, but he thought something wrong.
Le Tian looked at Xuewu and my chopsticks trembling slightly, I raised my eyebrows and said nothing.
Although Hanyue Villa is not big enough, it is not small. Letian and Xuewuwo live next door.
Le Tian lay on the bed and smiled silently.
System: "What are you laughing at?"
Lotte: "I think of happy things."
System: Generally, things that make this elephant happy usually don't make it too happy.
Xue Wuwo's temper is really gentle, like if he likes someone who shouldn't be liked, what would he do? After thinking about it for a while, Le Tian's smile disappeared again. Why did he think that Xue Wuwo would give up
Xue Wuwo in the other room didn't fall asleep either, he was lying on the couch, staring at the curtain on the top in a daze.
Meng Letian...
These three words appeared in Xue Wuwo's mind, and he felt happy and happy when he thought of it.
Tie Yueshuang should be doing the same to her uncle.
Meng Letian is a very good person, Xue Wuwo turned around, a little smile appeared on his face, with a hint of bitterness in the smile, such a good Meng Letian only likes women...
Xuewu I couldn't lie down anymore, so I sat up suddenly.
The silver sword was inserted into the ground, it was so straight that it emitted a cold light, Xue Wuwo looked at his sword, his name and face were unfamiliar to him, only this sword made him feel at ease, Xue Wuwo pulled it out Jian, his eyes turned cold, he wanted to go to Hanyue to ask him exactly what kind of person he was.
After Hanyue got the ancient mirror, he realized that the mystery was infinite. The rubbings on his back were enough for him to study for a long time. He immersed himself in it wholeheartedly, but he didn't realize that Xue Wuwo had quietly appeared in the room until the silver sword light came to his eyes. After a blink, he raised his head, and when he saw Yukina standing in the darkness, he immediately gasped in fright, "You... what are you doing..."
Xue Wuwo said directly: "You know me."
Hanyue said inexplicably: "Of course, how many weapons have you destroyed for me, how can I not know you."
Xue Wuwo said: "Did I destroy your weapon?"
Hanyue looked a little weird, "Xue Wuwo, have you practiced some evil skills in the past fifteen years? I see that your appearance has not changed, but your temperament has changed a lot."
fifteen years!
He... Did he lie in the coffin for fifteen years
Xue Wuwo's mind was in a mess, and he whispered: "I don't remember many things from the past."
Han Yue was dumbfounded, and then suddenly realized: "No wonder, I said why you only see murderous intent but not murderous intent."
Xue Wuwo said: "I... like killing people very much?"
Han Yue did not expect that the unparalleled swordsman who shocked the entire Jianghu would ask such a question, half of Xue Wuwo's handsome face was hidden in the darkness, and the half-bright and half-obscure appearance made Han Yue feel a little bit embarrassed.
Hanyue stroked his beard, raised his eyes and looked at Xue Wuwo carefully, what he loves most in his life is the weapon mechanism, Xue Wuwo is like a magical weapon that fell into the world, the cruelty and bloodthirsty of weapons are vividly reflected in him , Unlike other people who are purely afraid of Xuewuwo, Hanyue appreciates Xuewuwo very much.
"You don't like to kill," Hanyue said slowly, stroking her beard, "You were born to kill."
A chill ran down Yukinasa's spine.
Hanyue said slowly: "Back then, you challenged all the masters of swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes. Your swordsmanship was so good that no one could match you. How many swordsmen died in your hands. None of the swords I forged could survive Resist a move under your sword," Hanyue sighed, "I thought you would kill all the swordsmen, but I didn't expect you to disappear suddenly fifteen years ago, otherwise there would probably only be left in this world. You are a swordsman."
Xue Wuwo listened quietly, "Apart from killing people, did I do anything else?"
Hanyue thought for a while, and said: "You have always been elusive, so I don't know what else you can do besides killing people. When you appear, you always come and go in a hurry without saying a word. Many people think you are dumb."
Xue Wuwo was slightly taken aback, how could he be dumb? He likes talking to Meng Letian very much, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't say a few hundred sentences a day, as if he has never spoken in his life...
Xue Wuwo's face suddenly froze.
"To be honest, you are really a very mysterious person. Where do you come from, who did you study under, and why did you challenge those swordsmen? Everyone knows nothing about you," Han Yue looked Xue Wuwo up and down, "Even Few people have seen your appearance."
Xue Wuwo said softly: "Then I should have no friends."
"Friends?" Han Yue almost stopped spraying, "How could you have friends?"
Xue Wuwo swayed slightly, and slowly lowered his face. When Mr. Hanyue asked curiously, "What kind of evil skills did you practice during the fifteen years you disappeared, why did you not change your appearance?", he turned around and staggered out of the small room.
Pushing open the door of the small room, Meng Letian was standing under the moonlight, with a gentle face and a melting smile.
Xue Wuwo stopped in her tracks.
Le Tian smiled and said: "I can't sleep, I want to come and play with Mr. Hanyue, but we thought of going together."
Xue Wuwo's face was ugly. Once his surprisingly handsome face was slightly gloomy, the murderous look immediately covered everything that could make people addicted. He didn't respond. He avoided Meng Letian's eyes and turned his head to leave. Meng Letian grabbed his hand, "Brother Xue, have a drink?"
Hanyue Villa is surrounded by mountains, Meng Letian and Xue Wuwo are drinking on the roof, and the charming green hills are all in sight.
Le Tian smiled and said, "I've wanted to drink on the roof for a long time, but it's a pity that no one is with me, drinking alone seems too lonely."
Xue Wuwo held the cyan jug with his face down and remained silent.
Le Tian turned his face away, Xue Wuwo had no expression on his face, cold and lonely, this appearance was quite consistent with the rumored unparalleled swordsman.
"Brother Xue." Letian called softly.
Xue Wuwo raised his head, Meng Letian's concerned face was reflected in his eyes, he forced a smile, "I... probably don't have anyone to drink with me."
Le Tian pursed his lips and put down the jug, "Brother Xue, do you really care what kind of person you were in the past?"
Xue Wuwo lowered his eyes, "If you say you don't care, it's impossible." A person is made up of a period of time, his past is himself, and when a person is alive, he will not care what kind of person he is .
Le Tian took a sip of wine, "Then you know now that you may have been a murderous person in the past, what are you going to do?"
Yukina was silent for a long time, looking at the cracked pattern on the jug in his hand, he said in a low voice, "I don't know."
Is that person really him? Hanyue didn't seem to have any reason to deceive him, and he seemed to have vaguely touched the outline of a little memory in that layer of blood mist.
In the dream, besides the smell of blood, there was also the sound of wind, crying, and heavy falling to the ground. There were many voices, but there was no laughter, or the sound of him talking with others.
How could someone like him think he had friends
Xue Wuwo picked up the jug and drank the jug of wine, threw the jug away, pulled out the sword tied to his back, and moved the sword under the moonlight.
Sword dancing under the moon should be a very elegant thing, but where Xue Wuwo's sword wind went, it immediately swept down a large area, whether it was trees or buildings, all fell to the ground.
His sword is a murderous sword.
Xue Wuwo once again understood this sad fact. Holding his sword, he stood on the roof looking at the moon, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
He tried his best not to believe that he was Xuewuwu, but he was indeed Xuewuwu.
Xue Wuwo laughed twice, and the laughter drifted away intermittently with the wind.
Le Tian sat aside and called softly: "Brother Xue."
Xue Wuwo turned his head, his expression was stern, and his eyes were full of coldness.
Le Tian said quietly: "You broke Hanyue's pavilion. This village is full of old, weak, sick and disabled. Probably no one knows how to repair it. Can you be a bricklayer?"
Xue Wuwo was stunned, and the murderous aura quietly dissipated from his body.
Le Tian shook his head while taking a sip of wine, and said to Xue Wuwo with great pain: "Even if you are the most powerful swordsman in the world, you will definitely be nagged by the old man Hanyue in your ear tomorrow to make you want to die, brother Xue, take care, there is nothing I can do to help you!" , Tie Yueshuang practices Changquan, maybe she can help you, but now she is all focused on her uncle, a woman who has fallen in love, I advise you not to mess with it, you should do it yourself .”
The breeze blew through his black hair, the silver-robed young man shook his head helplessly under the moonlight, his eyes were full of teasing, what murder, what passed, in his eyes, Xue Wu only saw himself, pure himself, dressed in colorful clothes patched clothes, carrying an ordinary sword without a scabbard.
Xue Wuwo's heart suddenly became quiet, and he stretched out his hand to Meng Letian, "Brother Meng."
"What are you doing?" Le Tian smiled and handed him his hand, and stood up unsteadily.
Xue Wuwo pulled Meng Letian tightly into her arms, and said in a low voice, "No matter what kind of person I am after I pass by, I will always be friends with you."
Le Tian patted him on the back, "I like to make friends with people with great abilities. With you here, who dares to bully me, I have a good deal with you as a friend, and I will never get rid of me in this lifetime. "
Xue Wuwo was overwhelmed with emotion, and without asking Meng Letian, he directly bit his neck, Letian let out a soft cry, and cursed: "I have to reconsider if you are like this..."
"Damn! Who broke the pavilion!" The old servant yelled loudly from below, Le Tian hurriedly pulled Xue Wuwo away and jumped off the roof, dragged Xue Wuwo directly into his room, slapped his chest and laughed After making a sound, I turned my head to see Xuewu and I was also laughing, and said with a smile: "How is it? Being a thief is interesting."
There were still old servants swearing outside, he probably woke up the rest of the servants, and they were yelling and cleaning up.
Xuewu, I listened to the bustling noises outside, looked at Meng Letian who was smiling slyly, and a sudden impulse surged in my heart, I leaned over and kissed the corner of Meng Letian's smiling lips.
The corners of Meng Letian's lips froze.
Xue Wuwo looked at him without avoiding, and leaned down again under Meng Letian's stiff face.