Fu Yunge secretly clenched his fists and clenched his teeth together unconsciously.
"Ha, no matter what, although the method... is a bit cruel, it can be regarded as evil being rewarded."
Zui Chenxiang stretched and said, "In this way, the crisis is temporarily relieved, and we have clues to investigate their movements. In short, it is a good thing."
Poinsettia said "Hey" without comment.
Fu Yunge was keenly catching Poinsettia's movements, but when he turned his eyes, he suddenly noticed that his left hand hidden under the table seemed to be making some gesture to himself.
Although Fu Yunge couldn't see clearly, he could still barely discern what he wanted to express.
Tonight... meeting outside... is important... to you...
Fu Yunge nodded after understanding and frowned.
Although Poinsettia didn't look here, she seemed to have seen it and stopped gesturing.
He continued to listen to everyone's conversation and chimed in a few words from time to time, as if nothing had happened just now.
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When the moon reaches high in the sky, the streets are quiet and silent under the night. The light of the moon slowly shines down, the gentle night wind gently blows across the earth, and everything is sleeping in the tranquility of the night.
Fu Yunge didn't fall asleep for a long time. He made an appointment with the poinsettia, and he had no intention of breaking the contract.
Fortunately, Zui Chenxiang slept soundly, so he only had to wait for Dongfang Shiming to fall asleep.
After a while, Dongfang Shiming's breathing became calm and even. After making sure that he had fallen asleep, Fu Yunge quietly pulled back the corner of the quilt, put on his shoes and went out.
In the courtyard, the moonlight was bright and flawless.
Fu Yunge took a breath of the night air and looked around for traces of poinsettia plums, but did not see him for a long time.
The moonlight hangs silently in the sky, so beautiful that it looks like a jade. Fu Yunge got bored of waiting, so he raised his head to admire the moon.
When the ancients admired the moon, did they appreciate the shape and color of the moon, or the mood under the moon?
Fu Yunge stood blankly, thinking wildly in his mind. I also think that the most beautiful things in the world are flowers. No wonder many people say that a tryst should be "in front of flowers and under the moon"...
Thinking like this in my mind, I suddenly saw the sky fluttering like snowflakes falling, rustling one after another.
Fu Yunge was very happy, but he didn't expect to see spring snow. The white moon and plain snow in front of me can be described as the most beautiful scenery.
But immediately he realized something was wrong: he smelled the fragrance of "snow".
The cold fragrance of Pingping penetrated his senses faintly, making him no longer intoxicated, but aroused him back to reality.
Looking closely, I found that the "snow" falling on the ground was white, pink, and stunning red.
This is not snow at all, but falling plum blossom petals.
"...I heard the plum blossoms blowing in the morning breeze, and the snow piles are all over the four mountains. How can I transform into a thousand billions, one plum blossom tree and one grade old man."
As the plum blossoms arrived, Fu Yunge was instantly surprised to realize that the poinsettia plums had arrived. The enigmatic figure stood quietly on the eaves, looking like an elegant immortal under the moonlight.
The poem just now was sung by Poinsettia. He lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Fu Yunge below, then said calmly: "Let's meet at the hill to the west of the street. I'll wait for you at the top of the hill."
"Hey you……"
Fu Yunge was about to shout to the poinsettia, but unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the poinsettia had disappeared.
Fu Yunge felt a little angry, but he still hurried out and rushed towards the hill. He just stomped on the plum blossoms on the ground a few times when he went out.
By the time Fu Yunge ran to the hill to the west, Poinsettia had been waiting there for a long time.
Fu Yunge was out of breath from running. Even though it was an early spring night, his whole body was steaming with heat and sweat.
Poinsettia waited for him to catch his breath without saying a word.
After a while, seeing that Fu Yunge was almost resting, he slowly said, "It seems that you and I are indeed destined."
Fu Yunge knew that he was determined to get straight to the point, so he simply nodded and said, "Senior, I can't tell you about fate, it's just a coincidence."
Poinsettia looked him up and down, narrowed her eyes and said, "I think you have probably guessed it, so I won't go into details. It's just... do you think that by doing this, I prove that I am a good person who hates evil as much as I hate it, or do you think that I am a good person who hates evil? A villain who kills without blinking an eye?"
Fu Yunge felt awe-struck when he heard what Poinsettia said.
He could tell that when Poinsettia asked herself this question, it naturally involved her attitude towards herself.
However, if he really hates evil, that's fine, but if he is indeed a person with ulterior motives, I'm afraid his next answer may be accompanied by unpredictable disasters.
"You don't have to think too much, just tell me what you think in your heart."
Seeing his hesitation, Poinsettia said casually.
Fu Yunge raised his eyes and looked at Poinsettia, who happened to be looking directly at him, and the two of them immediately met each other's eyes.
He took a breath and puffed out his chest with emotion: "My thoughts are just speculations, not accurate. But if the senior is really an evil person, I naturally can't let him go lightly."
"Oh..." Poinsettia lowered her head, seeming to be thinking about something.
Fu Yunge felt uneasy when he saw that he didn't respond. In order to prevent Poinsettia from suddenly taking action, he also secretly accumulated strength in his fists, mobilizing all his strength and energy to deal with possible accidents.
After a while, Poinsettia raised her head solemnly, her eyes fixed on Fu Yunge, and her voice seemed weak: "You..."
After hearing this, Fu Yunge looked at Poinsettia again, wanting to hear what he had to say.
However, in an instant, his nerves suddenly became tense!
The figure of the poinsettia was like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, it was no longer where it was. Instead, it followed the rustling wind and forced itself in front of him!
Fu Yunge was immediately startled, fists met, and Poinsettia also took action at the same time.
But Poinsettia lazily raised a hand and blocked Fu Yunge's attack with just one arm.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Fu Yunge immediately changed his moves, whistling the wind with his palms with considerable strength, but Poinsettia actually calmly removed Fu Yunge's effort with one hand. The other hand hung limply behind his back, as if it was a great humiliation to him.
"Drink!" Fu Yunge jumped back, calming down and cheering up again.
But the poinsettia plum fluttered invisible, left and right, up and down, and in an instant it was close to Fu Yunge's face, causing him to open his stance to fight back again, and the situation changed back to what it was before.
Fu Yunge didn't want to be controlled, so he changed his fists to palms.
The wind in his palm is like a knife, Fu Yunge crushes the sand with his feet at the same time, and moves backwards, away from the control of the poinsettia. He took advantage of the momentum to do a circle in the air, and used the momentum to lift his palm and chop the poinsettia plum back.
Unexpectedly, Poinsettia touched the ground with her toes, leaned back, and immediately avoided the attack as if she was flying.
The sand that his toes rubbed stirred up a long line of dust and smoke, which looked elegant and decent. Seeing that his palms were about to hit the ground, Fu Yunge quickly stopped his move and rolled back to the ground.
However, although he was not injured, half of the sand stirred up by the poinsettia plums fell on his body. In an instant, he became disgraced and his clothes were covered with dust.
Fu Yunge was so angry that he shouted: "Come again!"
Poinsettia smiled slightly, noncommittally.
Fu Yunge struck again with his killing move, but he still only used one arm to parry, or moved his body, causing Fu Yunge to hit the target repeatedly.
The two of them attacked and defended, fighting back and forth under the moonlight, their figures constantly intertwining.
The moon moves back, and the bright moonlight slowly slides down the treetops. Under the hazy night, the flower buds are coated with a light layer of silver frost.
After a while, Fu Yunge's physical strength was exhausted, his movements were obviously slow, and his strength and accuracy were much lower than before.
Poinsettia, on the other hand, still looked carefree and lazy, and he always fought with one hand.
After a while, Fu Yunge finally ran out of strength and collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
Seeing that he had no strength left, Poinsettia stopped pestering him. He returned to the side and sat down, waiting for Fu Yunge to regain his strength.
Fu Yunge's throat was filled with a strong smell of blood, and his mouth was dry and painful. All the strength seemed to have been taken away from his limbs, and he no longer even had the strength to stand up.
Looking at both hands, there was some redness and swelling. He knew in his heart that this was caused by hitting Poinsettia's arm just now. Only then did he realize that there was a huge difference between himself and the poinsettia.
Not to mention that he wanted to kill her, even if he had some seriousness, I probably wouldn't be able to survive five rounds under him.
However, if he is really a villain and uses this to blackmail himself, he cannot agree to anything.
Even if he can't defeat him, he must have the most basic integrity in Fu Yunge, and he must not surrender and live an ignoble existence!
Poinsettia was observing him from the side, her mind extremely clear. Thinking back to when you were young, you looked like this, right? Thinking about it this way, Zui Chenxiang didn't make a mistake.
The two of them said nothing to each other, and only the sound of Fu Yunge's breathing remained in the silent air.
Fu Yunge's physical strength has actually almost recovered. He had already exercised, and the embarrassment just now was just caused by fatigue. But at this time, he still pretended to be exhausted, but he was actually buying time to think about getting out of trouble.
——Or a way to implement the worst-case scenario.
Naturally, he is not willing to be killed at the slightest provocation, but if the worst-case scenario comes true, he will never be the villain's hawk.
"Kill those people because they are about to make a big move."
After Fu Yunge was concentrating on thinking, the Poinsettia beside him actually spoke slowly.
Fu Yunge was startled and turned to look at him, but Poinsettia's face showed no expression and was as calm as a lake.
"...big move?" Fu Yunge asked.
Poinsettia nodded.
"Thugs with black turbans. They have brought turmoil to more than just Buyuanfang and Chaoyun Street. They planned their actions, but now, they have only exposed the tip of the iceberg."
