Hibiscus Moon

Chapter 138 The Sword of Yunfeng

"Master, three sub-helms in the north have been suppressed by the Zhengdao sect. Should we organize a force to counterattack immediately?"

Buyue turned over a page of the book, raised her glazed eyes, and said lazily: "It's natural to counterattack, but it's not now." His slender fingers tapped twice on the table, and he ordered, "Notify the other branch The people at the rudder secretly sent away the important items, and when the so-called heroes of the righteous way came, they just dealt with it a few times and then ran away."

Gu Ji pondered for a while and then understood: "The leader wants to catch them all?"

Buyue's slightly pale face slowly revealed a smile, the corners of her eyes were slightly curved, and there was a bit of casual evil in her seductiveness: "Don't say anything, I have my own plan for this matter."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

As soon as Gu Ji left, Buyue's strong spirit dissipated immediately, and under the faint candlelight, her pointed and thin face appeared a little paler.

Now that the Jiehuo Sect is retreating, he should deal with it himself, but these days he always feels unwell, occasionally dizzy and nauseated, and even when his internal energy is weak, he guesses it may be caused by excessive indulgence, and it lasts for two days He had never had fun with Xia Yunfeng before, but he still hadn't raised his head, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes as soon as the sun went down.

He yawned, rubbed his throbbing chest, and fell asleep on the bed.

It's just that no matter how sleepy he was, he never let go of his vigilance when he was groping around in the rivers and lakes when he was young. Therefore, as soon as someone entered the house, he immediately woke up. There was a faint scent of sandalwood on his body, which was Xia Yunfeng's unique smell.

Buyue felt a sweetness in her heart, and thought to herself, it was only two days in the cold, and this dead ghost couldn't help but send it to her door by herself.

So he continued to pretend to be asleep, and turned over slowly.

The man suddenly stopped, and after a while, he approached quietly again, standing at the head of the bed and staring silently.

Buyue waited for a long time but there was no movement, she thought to herself that this dead ghost is too serious, he has done this, why is he still not doing anything, is it possible that he, who was molested, should take the initiative boldly, if so, What posture should I use tonight?

In this rippling spring, amidst the beauty, suddenly a murderous look flashed past, Bu Yue's heart shuddered, and she immediately rolled to the side, but it was still half a beat too late, her left shoulder had already been scratched deeply.

In the darkness, the cold sword missed a single blow, and immediately chased after it, taking advantage of the emptiness to enter, Bu Yue avoided a few moves, his heart was already piercingly cold, but seeing that the sword's killing intent did not decrease but increased, his heart froze, right and left The palm slammed on the back of the man, and the man fell to the ground and crawled several times without getting up.

On the night of the new moon, there is darkness and no light. Only the five senses can be used to distinguish the other party. There is no shadow, no body, no sound, and the world is silent.

Buyue's voice sounded in the darkness: "Dead ghost, you are going to kill me again!"

The man didn't answer, only a few breaths in the darkness.

There was a sound from outside, and hurried footsteps walked in, with a warm yellow light.

Since Buyue was assassinated last time, Gu Ji and Li Luan have taken turns to watch the night at Fengyue Pavilion, this fight must have alarmed the outside world.

But after a while, the door was pushed open, and a large piece of warm yellow light instantly made people's eyes hurt.

"Master, the subordinates are late!" Li Luan's voice was full of worry, and the maids who filed in filed pointed their swords at the injured people on the ground.

Buyue's expression suddenly changed when she saw the man: "It's you!"

There was a lot of blood on the man's body, he looked up at him with difficulty, and stretched out his trembling hand to grab the sword that fell not far away.

When her hand was about to touch the sword, she was suddenly stepped on by the maid Ahe: "Bitch! Fortunately, we treat your sister well, but I didn't expect you to be a wolf!"

Buyue raised her chin with her toes, and took a closer look at the face: "Did Xia Yunfeng ask you to kill me?"

Xiaorou's spring-like eyes looked at him as if she was looking at something dirty, full of contempt and ridicule, but she didn't say a word.

"Bitch! The leader asks you something, if you don't answer, I will cut off your hand!"

Ahe exerted force on his feet, and Xiaorou spit out blood suddenly, enduring the pain, but never made a sound.

Buyue sneered and said: "Xia Yunfeng wanted to kill me not once or twice. I sleep with him every night. If he wants to strike, there are many opportunities. I will definitely not let you do it halfway."

Xiaorou's eyes suddenly trembled, and strong hatred burst out of her stagnant eyes, and she stared at Buyue.

Buyue continued: "Don't think that if you always keep your head down, I don't know what you think about him. In this world, there are some things that can't be hidden no matter what, especially the way you look at him, so ,you hate me."

Xiaorou chuckled twice, her expression still full of contempt and sarcasm: "Yes, I hate you! But don't be complacent, you will be worse than me in your whole life!"

"Oh, where did you say that?"

"Hmph," Xiaorou raised her chin with difficulty, and gave him a haughty and pitiful look: "Because you've been dreaming all the time, "Fu Rong Yue" is...uh..."

A sharp arrow broke through the window all the time, and was stabbing into Xiaorou's back heart.

Buyue's complexion changed, Li Luan and several maids had already chased him out, when he turned his head again, Xiao Rou's eyes were already loose, and a large amount of blood spread from under his body.

"What is "Fu Rong Yue"?" He asked eagerly.

Xiaorou acted as if she hadn't heard, one hand tremblingly stretched out towards her falling sword in the pool of blood, and dark red blood flowed out from her mouth, obviously the arrow was poisoned.

Buyue quickly gave her the sword.

"What do you know? Why do you also..." Buyue suddenly stopped, as if she had suffered a huge blow, she sat down on the ground slumped, covered in blood.

Xiao Rou is dead.

She held the hilt of the sword tightly with her blood-stained hands, placed it on her heart, and gradually closed her eyes.

"Why didn't you just say it and die?" Buyue murmured, about "Fu Rongyue", he still has too many mysteries to solve, this bloody storm is just a foil.

He lazily stood up, and when he turned around, he glanced at the sword, Xiaorou is from Linjiang Villa, what kind of sword can make her never forget it?

"Bring that sword here."

"Yes."

Ah He held the sword in front of him with both hands.

Buyue turned the long sword around in her hand, and it shone brightly under the candlelight. It was a rare and good sword.

He put the hilt of the sword in front of him, turned it around slowly, and a row of small characters jumped into his eyes under the candlelight, like Xiaorou's mocking eyes.

"Sword of Yunfeng"!

The fingertips gently caressed those words, and the touch was cold and hard, and they were rubbed until they were round and smooth.

——A sword is a murder weapon!

Buyue threw down the sword, but she saw Xiaorou holding the sword affectionately. She was wearing Xia Yunfeng's clothes, dressed in Xia Yunfeng's clothes, and used Xia Yunfeng's sword. Even the smell on her body was Xia Yunfeng's. A pool of dark red blood exudes a strong bloody smell.

Buyue suddenly felt that the smell of blood was extremely stench as soon as it entered his nostrils.