Suddenly, a man in white appeared on the flower path covered with vermilion stones.
His face is as cold as a marble sculpture, he is dressed in white, and his gestures are very decent and gentle. No one can find any fault with him. Just a little colder and a little prouder.
Of course, for people like him, no matter how cold or arrogant they are, this is what they should do.
Beef Soup followed Gong Jiu. Although the wound on his shoulder had been treated, it still hurt slightly. But a vicious smile appeared on her sweet and pretty face, as if she had seen Brother Jiu cut the adulterous couple into pieces.
At the end of the flower path, there is a small house among the rose flowers.
When she saw this house, the ice and snow on Gong Jiu's cold face suddenly melted, revealing a warm smile, like sunshine breaking through dark clouds. The beef soup on the side was actually a little dazzling, followed by unconcealable jealousy and gnashing of teeth.
Gong Jiu slowly walked to the house and was about to knock on the door when she suddenly heard a blushing voice.
His figure suddenly froze, like an ice sculpture, motionless.
The face that was originally smiling suddenly turned cold. It was frighteningly cold, as if he was wearing an ice mask.
The beef soup couldn't help but tremble. She rarely saw Gong Jiu's expression, but it undoubtedly proved that Gong Jiu was very angry.
Gong Jiu gritted her teeth and raised her arms, as if she was about to push the door open, but stopped abruptly.
He took a few steps back, his expression regained his composure, as if nothing had happened, and his eyes were calm.
This is indeed a very patient person.
Beef Soup's heart became cold.
She knew that Gong Jiu had always been a very calm person. Even if he was buried alive by the little old man, even if he was lost for three days and three nights, his expression was still cold, as if he would not be touched in the slightest.
But that's Sharman.
His soon-to-be wife, the woman he loves most in his life.
But faced with this situation, he only regained his composure in the moment of rage.
He is simply not human.
Facing Shaman like this, if the person inside was him, I'm afraid Brother Ninth wouldn't even take a second look.
When his eyes shifted to Gong Jiu's sculptural face, Beef Soup's mentality changed slightly from before.
After a long time, the door creaked open, and a young man in mysterious clothes walked out slowly, straightened his clothes, and stood in front of Gong Jiu with a proud smile on his face.
The weather is clear and the sun is shining brightly. Although the sea breeze is blocked by the surrounding mountains, the climate is still very cool and pleasant.
The beef soup felt increasingly cold.
Black clothes and white clothes stand opposite each other.
Although the two peerless swordsmen had not drawn their swords, the piercing sword intent was already spreading all over the place, making people shiver all over and their bones trembled.
Gong Jiu's face was cold, and his tone was still calm, without much fluctuation: "Are you out?"
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "A spring night is worth a thousand dollars. Originally, I didn't want to come out, but after all, there are two annoying flies outside, so I still have to send them away."
Shaman is a very lonely and pitiful girl. As long as you give her a little warmth, she will climb around like a vine.
Gong Jiu was indeed very kind to her, no matter what Shaman wanted. No matter how much effort or money it takes, he will do it for her.
But Gong Jiu's own personality is too weird, almost out of the realm of human beings, and it's really hard for people to get close to her.
Shaman was more afraid of Gong Jiu.
Gong Jiu said coldly: "Is she in there?"
Yu Liancheng nodded: "But she doesn't want to see you now."
At this moment, the flames of jealousy and anger ignited in Gong Jiu's eyes, but his clarity returned as soon as he turned around. This man was so calm and frightening, as if nothing and no one in the world could touch him.
He raised his hand, and a flower suddenly appeared in his hand.
An ice flower.
"I had people bring this from the far north. It just arrived today. Since she doesn't want to see me, why don't you bring it to her for me?"
It's not midsummer now, but the temperature is not low at all. This flower is carved from ice. It consumes countless manpower and material resources, which shows the tenderness and love contained in it.
Yu Liancheng glanced at him and said lightly: "You want to give this ice flower to her?"
Gong Jiu nodded.
"Okay." Yu Liancheng took the ice flower and with a slight push of strength, it immediately turned into ice shards and sputtered in all directions.
Gong Jiu's sleeves fluttered to block the ice chips, but his face became even colder.
Yu Liancheng shrugged: "Shaman told me that her things are mine. Since they are mine, I can do whatever I want with them."
Although Sharman never said this.
But Yu Liancheng understood her thoughts very well, and he had always been very considerate.
"Okay, you're fine." Gong Jiu's face turned gloomy.
"Of course I'm very good. No matter who can get the favor of a beauty like Shaman, it will be very good." Yu Liancheng smiled, and every sentence he said today seemed to be able to piss someone off.
But Gong Jiu had completely calmed down: "Has the little old man seen you today?"
Yu Liancheng nodded: "Yes, he is very optimistic about me. Maybe I will take over the invisible man organization in the future."
Gong Jiu said: "Very good, I can see that he thinks highly of you."
Yu Liancheng said: "He has always had good eyesight."
Gong Jiu said: "So, the rest of the words are superfluous now."
Yu Liancheng rolled up his sleeves, and the love-stealing sword appeared in his hand: "Please."
Gong Jiu put her hand on the hilt of the sword and said coldly: "Please."
When he said the word "please", his eyes were full of light, and his eyes were as sharp as swords.
At the same time, the sword made a dragon roar, and a cold light flew out, piercing Yu Liancheng's throat.
His sword is very fast and is no longer inferior to Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.
But his sword is not pure enough.
Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship is like the snow on an iceberg, without any impurities.
Then Gong Jiu's sword is full of evil intent, like a poisonous dragon, opening its bloody mouth, breathing out the smelly breath, ready to tear the opponent's blood dripping at any time, and then swallow it into his belly.
Yu Liancheng did not draw his sword, but tapped the ground with his toes. He was like a flying fairy, spinning gracefully in the air and flying in another direction.
It's not that he doesn't dare to fight Gong Jiu, but Shaman's cabin is right behind him.
In the fight between two peerless swordsmen, the hut might not last even a moment before it collapses.
Needless to say, Yu Liancheng's Qinggong skills go without saying, but no matter where he retreats, Gong Jiu's sword chases him there, like a gangrene attached to his bones.
The sword is getting closer and closer to Yu Liancheng's throat.
He has been enveloped by a cold sword intent.
choke!
There was another dragon roar.
The love-stealing sword finally came out of its sheath and faced Gong Jiu with a swift and fierce attitude, like a mountain falling.
when! !
Sparks flew.
Then the two swords clashed.
In an instant, the sword light intertwined, and two figures, one black and one white, seemed to merge into the sword light.
