Wuling, a small mortal, unavoidably, was immediately struck, with his mouth wide open, his eyes protruding, and his saliva flowed down his neck into the front of his breasts, but he didn't know it.
The white-clothed woman shook her head, sighed, and whispered: "I thought you were such an extraordinary person, capable of showing extraordinary actions, but I don't want to be such an angry look."
Wu Ling awakened suddenly, shook his head, nodded again, and sighed: "God is really a great craftsman, the beauty of a girl, I think Wu Ling is so mischievous, after all, it is forgivable!"
The woman in white smiled slightly and whispered: "You child, naughty!"
Wu Ling felt soft and soft, and responded: "You woman, you are so disheartened!"
"Poor mouth, really deserve to be beaten!" The woman in white said slightly angrily.
Wu Ling raised his hand and slapped herself lightly: "It's time to do it!" There was a sound.
"Okay, let's stop acting!" The woman looked at him with a smile, "Does your internal injury matter?"
"It's okay, that idiot narcissist wants to kill me and has to wait a hundred years!"
The woman fluttered in white, without seeing how she moved, she stood in front of Wu Ling.
Seeing this stunning beauty's thrilling jade face, exquisitely pierced eyes and fluttering temperament, Wu Ling praised the craftsmanship of the hand of creation, and Hui Zhilan was so deceptive and blasphemous in front of her. To think about it, I felt that looking at her from a distance would be extremely satisfying.
"You are so beautiful!" Wu Ling couldn't help but admire again.
"Don't praise me anymore, I'm very scared!" She grinned, and immediately let Wu Ling stay again.
Wu Ling said in a puzzled way: "Wu Ling's sincere remarks are not pretentious, and of course he doesn't have any intention of being a disciple. Why should a girl be afraid of it?"
"That's how it is terrible!" The white-clothed woman sat down beside him, their shoulders touched, and their bodies trembled slightly, and the white-clothed woman's graceful body quickly moved aside.
Don't turn your head, Wu Ling stared at her beautiful and refined silhouette three inches in front of her face and said softly, "What are you afraid of?"
The white-clothed woman was watching him so close, but she didn't evade, but she was itchy in her neck because of the heat in her mouth. She chuckled and said, "You kid, people are afraid that they won't forget you!"
Wu Ling was taken aback, and quickly moved her body farther away, startled and speechless.
The white-clothed woman was very satisfied with his reaction, and gave him a coquettish look: "I see what scares you, do I really hate it?"
Wu Ling's heart was beating, and his face was red and red: "Can't forget me? What do you mean? We just met today. Looking at this, this woman is undoubtedly a member of Huayu Pavilion, but I just don't know which one is from Huayu Pavilion. Senior."
"The kid is rude." Wu Ling whispered, "I heard that narcissist said just now that the girl should be a talented person in Huayu Pavilion, but I don't know what the girl is called?"
The white-clothed woman suddenly looked sad, did not speak, and suddenly took off the bamboo flute hanging from her waist and blew it leisurely. The blue sky, white clouds, sunshine, breeze, the vast land, the lonely crowd, on the tip of the grass, a sorrowful mood was secretly condensed, and it instantly spread throughout the city of Tianxiang, so some people cried, some missed, and some felt sorry.
"Why must life continue? We exist in this world of seven emotions and six desires, involuntarily drifting with the flow, tired of fighting every day, frightened, and no time to enjoy the beauty of nature, but when the years passed, our face was old, What is left in our memories? Is it only pale."
The white-clothed woman put down the bamboo flute and said with empathy, her face looked unwavering. When thinking about the problems that countless philosophers had tried to explain, she had a different kind of beauty on her face.
"Is it just pale?" Wu Ling closed his eyes, and a frustrated mood suddenly exploded. He muttered this sentence, almost a little silly.
"Ah, Wu Ling, I'm sorry to make you feel sad with me!" The white-clothed woman woke up from her thoughts and said apologetically.
"Actually, I don't understand these unbearable problems in life. I am afraid that I will be crazy about it. I often force myself to forget and only tell myself that I am a life in this world, and I must have my reasons for existence── Just like now, my reason is to find my mother's whereabouts as soon as possible, and to penetrate the true meaning of martial arts as soon as possible. For this, I practice desperately every day; for this, I have killed a lot of people. I have no choice or unwillingness to choose. You can understand ?"
The white-clothed woman looked at him blankly, nodded, and whispered: "Your mother, where did she go, do you miss her?"
"Yes. I really want to!" Wu Ling said softly, "My mother left when I was just born."
"Leaving, where did she go?" the white-clothed woman asked.
"have no idea."
"Didn't you ask your father?" The white-clothed woman chased after her.
"Hehe, that old guy, I know how to make money every day. Sometimes I really don't understand. What are the benefits of too much money, but it only increases trouble!" Thinking of Wu Yu, Wu Ling's face showed a rare relief. The color.
The woman in white also smiled: "Yes, what is the use of too much money? However, everyone has their own ambitions. Perhaps your father's current approach is just to give you a bright future. Many people are obsessed with the same thing for a lifetime. Just like you, don't you also yearn for the true meaning of martial arts? It's just a pursuit of difference."
"Yes, the pursuit is different, I can understand that." Wu Ling smiled happily.
The two looked at each other, their faces flushed, and they smiled at each other, feeling like they have found a friend.
"I should go, let's meet again in the future!" The white-clothed woman disappeared from Wu Ling's eyes before Wu Ling could answer.
"My name is Wu Xue, and I will call my name next time I meet, don't call me a girl, it's weird, haha." A misty voice came, and Wu Ling couldn't help but indulge in the two laughs.
When the last sentence was spoken, the voice was already far away, and it was obvious that she had already left. "Dancing Snow, Dancing Snow."
Suddenly, Wu Ling patted his forehead: "This woman is really weird. She hasn't been similar to her, but she has been talking for so long."
But he then thought about it, perhaps in Wu Xue's view, he must be very strange himself.
When he was with Wu Xue, Wu Ling had only one feeling: calm!
After experiencing too many killings, Wu Ling knew that this feeling was precious, and this became his motivation to want to meet Wu Xue again.