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The two knelt down on one knee in unison, clasped fists with both hands.

The long knives that had tasted countless bloods were unsheathed at this moment, flashing with a murderous aura.

The old and the young were full of chills, but Mr. Xia was still smiling.

To Mr. Xia, these hundreds of lives seemed insignificant at all, he just let it go, just like the red plum that he broke down.

Since she is weak, she is doomed to be ravaged.

Since he is humble, he is doomed to be trampled on.

This is fate.

"Quack..."

There seemed to be crows singing in the distant direction, and the old man who was kneeling on one knee was about to get up, but he heard a high-pitched female voice from outside the window: "Master Xia, my girl asked me to pass a word. !"

In the wind and snow, even though the girl tried her best to shout, her voice was still blown away by the cold wind.

Juan Bi stood far away at the door of the guest courtyard, wearing a big and thick cloak, holding a small glass lantern in one hand, looking at the beautiful young man standing by the window.

Her right hand tightly grasped the handle of the lantern in the cloak, her neck felt cold for a while, and she felt as if there were pairs of eyes staring at her in the darkness.

Mr. Xia turned his face halfway, his eyes downcast, and he didn't even lift his head, like a finely carved jade statue.

A snowflake fell gently on the tip of his nose, but he remained motionless.

Outside the window is a vast expanse of white snow, the sky is silvery white, but the young man hides behind the black window, only half of his chin is exposed in the snow light.

This window seems to be a clear boundary dividing the inside of the window and the outside of the window into two worlds, clearly distinct.

Just looking at the people behind the window like this, Juanbi felt a little scared in her heart, her little heart was beating wildly, almost popping out of her chest, but her expression was very firm.

"rest assured."

The girl's soft words echoed in her ears again, carrying a soothing power.

Juanbi silently counted in her heart: one, two, three.

Seeing that there was no movement behind the window, she tremblingly held the lantern and walked a few steps towards Mr. Xia, at the same time stretched out her left hand hidden in the cloak, opened her fist with the palm facing upwards.

In the center of the reddened palm lay a small and exquisite snow-white paper crane.

The howling cold wind blew past, and the paper crane was blown up lightly by the wind, and floated upwards little by little.

The moment it left the palm, the paper crane spread its wings, as if alive, and flew towards the window with the wind.

In the dim and flickering light, the pure white paper cranes seemed to be shimmering, like a dream.

The cold wind was so strong that it almost tore and tore off the dense plum blossoms on the branches, but this small and fragile paper crane was very gentle, sending it away gently and delicately, and escorting it all the way to the dark window.

"..." Juan Bi's eyes widened, and she silently exclaimed in disbelief.

Not only Juanbi, but even Mr. Xia also found it novel, as if wearing a smiling face, a crack appeared in the smile for the first time.

It was no longer a seductive and soft smile, but a kind of amazement.

Mr. Xia, who had been as still as a mountain, finally moved, and raised his left hand wearing the blood ring again, spreading his palm flat.

The paper crane without painted eyes trembled and fell towards his palm. The thin paper wings fluttered with the wind. I don't know if it was fluttering itself or the wind moved the paper crane. wing.

Everyone in the house, old and young, also saw the scene of the paper cranes flying towards them, and a trace of astonishment also flashed across their eyes, and then they calmed down.

These people are not just fledgling boys anymore, they have traveled all over the country, stepped across mountains of corpses and seas of blood, met many strange people and strangers, heard and witnessed the methods of those Taoists and monks.

The paper crane stopped in Mr. Xia's palm, and he gently pinched one of the paper crane's wings with his other hand, a smile of interest appeared on his blood-stained red lips.

interesting.

That's all.

The eyes of the absolutely gorgeous young man were still icy, calm and indifferent, and his mind was not shaken by this magical paper crane.

Now that he has made a decision, he doesn't like to change it anymore. He is just some ants, and if he dies, he will die.

He pinched the corner of the paper crane and shook it, but the paper crane seemed to have lost its "vitality" and was lifeless.

It has become the most common origami.

The corners of Xia Gongzi's lips drooped a little bit, his interest faded, but he still unfolded the paper crane slowly.

Huh?

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were dark, and he fixed on the creased white paper.

Since that girl specially asked her maid to come over to deliver a letter to him, it meant that she was a person who was afraid of death and did not dare to come by herself.

He originally thought that the other party was using this little trick to attract his attention, and then begged for mercy.

However, there are only four simple words written on this piece of paper:

Misfortune is diverted from the east.

The handwriting is correct and the pen is strong.

There is not only the beauty and gracefulness unique to women, but also a chic and free spirit, without rushing.

The subtle sense of contradiction is fully manifested in these four words.

Mr. Xia's indifferent gaze lingered between the words on the paper, and the smile on his lips became more thoughtful.

These four words seem to mean something, it seems that the other party has seen through the intention of his trip.

Because of his pause, even the old man and the young man were startled, and their eyes couldn't help looking at the piece of paper in Mr. Xia's hand.

"Young Master Xia," Juan Bi's almost broken voice came from outside the window again, "Our girl said that Tianyin Pavilion and Young Master once met each other once, and goodbye is also fate."

Mr. Xia finally had some reaction, his brows raised slightly.

He never paid too much attention to people who were mortal, and just glanced at them casually, only remembering that the other person's face was hidden in the hood of the cloak, and his face was blurry.

Thinking of "Tianyin Pavilion", a bloody scene flashed across his mind one day.

It was her, the girl who saved Wei Guogong, with mysterious medical skills.

She actually recognized herself?

A flash of light flashed across Mr. Xia's eyes, and he crumpled the white paper into a ball. When he threw it out, the white paper had turned into countless fine pieces of paper, rolled together with the wind and snow.

He walked towards the door at a leisurely pace.

The old man and the young servant were stunned. They thought that the young master would not pay attention to this little maid at all, but they didn't expect him to take action. It seemed that he planned to meet the master of the Zhuangzi.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and at the moment Young Master Xia was about to step out of the room, he asked cautiously: "Young Master, are you..." According to the plan?

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the young man in front of him:

"Go."

The two words are light and fluttering, but they are colder than the wind and snow outside.

Meaning, plan to continue.

A icy murderous look flashed across the old man's eyes, and his eyes, like sharp arrows, shot accurately at Juanbi in the snowstorm outside through the open window.

Mr. Xia opened the tung oil umbrella again, and walked towards Juanbi in the wind and snow while holding the umbrella.

The wind and snow that was so strong that it seemed to blow people up was coming, but his steps were extremely safe and leisurely, as if walking in the gentle wind and drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River.

The slender jade hand holding the handle of the tung oil umbrella is so steady, even if the wind blows and the snow blows, the umbrella does not shake at all.

Seeing that Mr. Xia came out, Juan Bi's heart was more than half relaxed, and his hands hidden in the cloak were already wet with sweat.

The girl said that the first step is to see whether Mr. Xia is willing to read the words on the paper crane.

As long as he read it, he would say the second sentence when he silently counted to "three".

The second step depends on whether Mr. Xia is willing to come out.

As long as he is willing to come out, there is talk.

Juanbi watched the other party approaching in her direction without blinking, obviously the other party was smiling, but she felt an invisible sense of oppression.

When the other party walked a foot away, Juan Bi swallowed, stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, pointed to the outside of the courtyard and said, "Our girl is waiting for you in the pavilion."

Her voice was trembling, and even the raised hand was trembling slightly. For some reason, it was as if a gust of cold wind was blowing through her body. It was chilly, and there was an instinctive fear deep in her heart, which made her wish Just run away.

Going out of the courtyard entrance of the guest house, go straight to the southeast along a small path paved with stone slabs. There is a small pavilion built next to several green bamboos.

Juanbi wanted to follow, but a ghostly figure stood in front of her.

The gray-clothed old man with silvery hair had a thin face and was shaped like a dry bamboo, with one arm lying in front of Jubi, his old eyelids drooped weakly, and a cold light shot towards Jubi like electricity.

Juan Bi took half a step back in fright, her legs hidden in the cloak were a little weak, and the feeling of uneasiness as if being stared at by a wild beast struck again.

With a shake of her hand, the candle flame in the lantern flickered more intensely, and the light and shadow jumped rapidly, illuminating the old man's clear face a bit hideously.

Mr. Xia walked over slowly, with a strange rhythm in his steps. The blood-red cuffs were blown up by the wind, flying like raging flames in the dark night.

Gu Yanfei stood behind the stone table in the pavilion, looking at him intently.

In other words, what she looked at was not him, but his luck.

After only a while, the scarlet "Qi" lingering on his body became more red and richer, as if the flowing blood was about to drip out.

According to the legend, Manzhushahua on the other side of Huangquan takes blood as nourishment, so it can be so red and beautiful, and it can achieve the beauty that does not belong to the world.

"gorgeous."

Gu Yanfei stared at the scarlet luck around him for a moment, and sighed sincerely.

Her voice was not loud, but Mr. Xia who had just walked outside the pavilion still heard it.

He paused for a moment in closing the umbrella, then continued to put away the tung oil umbrella, his handsome face turned slightly, and the soft light from the pavilion shone on his face, outlining his beautiful profile.

The narrow and slightly raised eyebrows curved into a charming arc.

No one dared to say such a thing in front of him.

He shook the umbrella lightly, and the snowflakes on the umbrella spilled out like countless crystal beads, and the transparent ice crystals were reflected by his red clothes to reflect the bleeding light.