After binding the longevity lottery system, my lottery will become stronger.

Stab it!

There was a cold glow and blood splattered.

Hei Shang immediately stepped back. A blood hole appeared on her shoulder, and blood flowed down.

"Who?"

Hei Shang stared at the surroundings with a solemn expression, suddenly feeling something bad. This is Tianmen, and there are countless strong people. If someone wants to kill her, she will definitely die!

call out!

In the distance, a mysterious man with silver hair and a mask appeared on a big tree.

He was holding a long sword and his aura was restrained. Under the moonlight, he looked otherworldly, like an immortal.

The person coming is none other than Ye Lingtian!

Su Qingcheng was someone he valued, so naturally he would not let others kill him easily.

"Tingyujian, the sixth most famous swordsman, you... you are Ye Xiao!"

After Hei Shang saw the long sword in Ye Lingtian's hand, his expression changed instantly, and he subconsciously wanted to escape from here.

In the net, many masters died in the hands of Ye Xiao. Although she had some strength, she did not think that she would be Ye Xiao's opponent, not to mention that she was still poisoned at this moment.

Night Owl, why did he appear at Tianmen?

"The answer is correct, so I grant you death!"

Ye Lingtian's tone was indifferent, and the Tingyu Sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed.

Stab it!

The sword energy exploded and slashed towards Hei Shang.

"what......"

There was a burst of screams, and Hei Shang was split in half by the terrifying sword energy, and his death was extremely tragic.

hideous!

Tingyu's sword was sheathed and made an echo.

Su Qingcheng looked on, feeling his scalp numb and trembling uneasily.

Why does the terrifying killer Night Owl appear in Tianmen? Could it be that he is originally from Tianmen?

Who is he?

Ye Lingtian glanced at Su Qingcheng and said with a slight smile: "This girl, the night is dark and windy, and the dangers are unpredictable. The Tianmen is heavily guarded. Please don't wander around!"

After saying that, he turned into an afterimage and disappeared here.

Su Qingcheng looked at Ye Lingtian's back in surprise.

"His back...why does he look so much like the Third Young Master? No...the Third Young Master's hair is not silver-white."

Su Qingcheng subconsciously thought that Ye Xiao was Ye Lingtian, but when she thought of the other person's white hair, she rejected her idea.

But none of that is critical right now.

She quickly came to Hei Chang's mutilated body and kept rummaging around to see if there was any antidote.

It didn't take long.

Su Qingcheng left in disappointment. Heishang didn't have any antidote.

However, Hei Shang's death is a good thing. At least for the next period of time, she will be safe and there is no need to worry about the people in the trap killing her.

Return to the Champs Elysees.

Seeing Ye Lingtian lying on the bench in the yard, looking at the moon contentedly, Yue Fuyao was obediently peeling fruits for her and feeding him herself. She lived a very happy and comfortable life.

"It seems that I think too much!"

Su Qingcheng secretly thought, Ye Lingtian in front of her looked the same, that Ye Xiao couldn't be him.

"Qingcheng, are you going to Baicao Pavilion again? Come here and give the young master a hug."

Ye Lingtian said teasingly.

Su Qingcheng's face darkened, but she still said respectfully: "Sir, I'm a little tired now, so I'll take a shower first."

She was covered in poison at the moment, but she didn't dare to get close to Ye Lingtian, otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain to him if he was poisoned.

"Taking a bath? That's good. Let's take a mandarin duck bath with the young master."

Ye Lingtian said evilly.

When Su Qingcheng heard this, she quickly covered her ears and ran back to her house.

"Fuyao, look how thin-skinned Qingcheng is."

Ye Lingtian said evilly.

Yue Fuyao rolled her eyes at Ye Lingtian and said, "The young master's words are so explicit, which girl would dare to listen?"

Ye Lingtian grabbed Yue Fuyao's delicate hand, played with it gently, and then said: "Fuyao, can you let me kiss you?"

"no!"

Yue Fuyao decisively refused.

"Why can you say such cold words with your gentle mouth? It really makes me sad."

Ye Lingtian looked disappointed.

"Giggle! If you want to kiss, young master, just go and kiss Miss Qin and Miss Su. They are your brides."

Yue Fuyao pursed her lips and smiled.

"That's all, I don't love you anymore after all."

Ye Lingtian sighed lightly and stood up.

Then he looked at Qin Jianjia's house and said loudly: "Jianjia, you love the young master the most. The young master recently wrote a poem. Come to my house and I will show you my masterpiece."

Qin Jianjia's voice sounded from the room: "I don't love it! I don't want to look at it! I'm taking a shower!"

Naturally, she had no interest in the obscene words and sentences written by Ye Lingtian. She only felt that such things would pollute her eyes and she was very disgusted.

As long as Ye Lingtian could write something that was slightly pleasing to the eyes, she wouldn't be so disgusted with it.

Ye Lingtian looked at the moon in the night sky with a low expression, and sighed: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart. If you don't want to look at it, don't look at it. It’s not that I don’t love you anymore. If we share Mu Yue today, we will live together in this life! Master, I still love you."

After Ye Lingtian finished speaking, he yawned and returned to his room.

Yue Fuyao froze on the spot and murmured: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes..."

The words Ye Lingtian just said rhymed very well, which gave her a very special feeling, like a spring breeze, very comfortable.

The third young master who only knows how to write obscene words and bad sentences can actually write such good words and sentences? This made Yue Fuyao feel incredible.

Is this still the third young master she knew?

in the house.

Qin Jianjia was also silently reciting a few words that Ye Lingtian just said. As a talented girl from Jiangnan, she was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and song.

In terms of poetry, he has extremely high attainments.

The few words Ye Lingtian said were natural, miraculous, heroic, and very touching.

She quickly took out a pen and paper, wrote down a few words Ye Lingtian said, and read them carefully.

The more he read, the more frightened Qin Jianjia became. He felt that these few sentences were truly extraordinary, ingenious and coherent. The artistic conception and philosophy blended together, and they read with endless charm. It would have been impossible for anyone but a master in the field of poetry to write it.

"Did Ye Lingtian really write these words? Or did he hear them from somewhere?"

Qin Jianjia looked shocked. She didn't believe that Ye Lingtian could come up with such excellent words. She wondered where the guy heard them from.

However, the person who can write such a masterpiece must be a great scholar.

"The few words Ye Lingtian said should only be part of a certain poem. I'm curious about what the complete poem looks like, and where did he hear it from?"

Qin Jianjia's face was full of curiosity, her heart was itching, and she felt like she was happy to see him.

She really wanted to catch Ye Lingtian immediately and ask him to explain the origin of that poem.