The Beauty’s Blade

As if no one had ever been submerged in a pool of water, this strange silence almost made Yu Shengyan think that Fu Wanqing had drowned. She walked a few steps forward, looked at the steamy cold pool, and suddenly stopped. She chuckled softly, turned around, and made the appearance of leaving.

"Wow--" With a sound, the person who dived into the water jumped out like a silver carp. With wet black hair draped over her bare shoulders, Fu Wanqing opened her eyes and covered one hand on her chest. She shouted: "Yushengyan, where are you going!" The eagerness never concealed it. She was really afraid that Yushengyan would throw her in this strange forest.

Yu Shengyan turned around and picked up her chin, and asked, "Did you wash it?" Fu Wanqing was taken aback. Before she understood what she meant, she suddenly heard her say: "The water in the pond must not be soaked for too long." The bare-footed Fu Wanqing jumped out of the pool of water and stood in front of Yu Shengyan.

Drops of water ran across her soft **** along her hair.

The drop of water slid over the slender leg along Miaoman's curve.

Yu Shengyan's eyes slid from her eyebrows to toes, and the water stains spread on the ground. When the cold night breeze blew, Fu Wanqing shrank, her red nose looked pitiful. Yu Shengyan calmly took off his coat and wrapped Fu Wanqing tightly.

Fu Wanqing murmured, "I'm cold."

Yu Shengyan hugged her in his arms, and ran wildly in the dark and slanting woods with light work. The cry of the cold bird was like a ghost cry, and the howling of the wild beast was near and far away. Fu Wanqing nestled in Yu Shengyan's arms and closed his eyes comfortably. It was very warm, and Miss Fu, who was so warm that she didn't feel sleepy at all, fell asleep instantly. She dreamed of the unfinished wedding when she was in Chivalrous Villa. The hijab slipped off, and she raised her head slightly to meet Yu Shengyan's smiling eyes.

"We are married, you are me, I am you, so there is no need to fight with swords."

Dreaming words, or words from the heart, flowed out of Miss Fu's mouth when she didn't realize it.

Yu Shengyan sat on the head of the bed and smiled slightly, still more than a sword? Missy's obsession is really deep. Putting Fu Wanqing's hand into the bed, Yu Shengyan's hand gently scraped Fu Wanqing's nose. Suddenly, remembering something again, her brows were locked tightly again. She stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door gently.

Under the dim light, a figure with her back facing her seemed to have been waiting there long ago.

"Master Yu, let's meet again." Yue Honghua turned around and said with a chuckle.

"Yue girl." Yu Shengyan nodded towards her and said quietly.

"Miss is in your hands, I feel relieved." Yue Honghua smiled.

"You..." Yu Shengyan rubbed his eyebrows and sighed, "You should follow the plan."

"Thank you Yu Guru." Yue Honghua bowed his hand.

"You don't have to thank me." Yusheng smoked his sleeves, turned around and returned to the room. And the more Honghua who had been looking at her back, the smile on his lips became more and more prosperous.

If Miss Fu was unwilling, how could Zhang Zongyi succeed so easily? The people from the Promise Palace followed in the dark until Yu Shengyan appeared.

Did Miss Fu just use this to force herself to show up? Yu Shengyan looked at her peaceful face and shook his head.

After Miss Fu was robbed on the day of getting married, another news came out from the rivers and lakes that Young Master Yang, who was in the prestigious Escort, was crazy.

After being drunk, Yang Wugong was making a big deal at the wedding, and suddenly he lost his trace, and finally he was found in a broken cave. The clothes on his body were messy, and he lay on the ground and fell asleep. There were several chains that had been cut off beside him, and the ground was covered with fragments of wedding dresses. Just in such a scene, you can think of many things. Shen Shengyi of the Diancang faction beat Yang Wugong, and no one came out to stop him. Right after that, Young Master Yang went crazy.

Yang Yifei's face was green, no one dared to mention the three words Yang Wugong in front of him.

"What did Chivalry Villa say?" Yang Yifei asked tiredly.

"Lord Fu said that the most urgent thing is to find the whereabouts of the eldest lady. Only in this way can we pay back, and the son is innocent."

"What innocence! That evil barrier! It's ridiculous!" Yang Yifei hit the case table with a fist, he stood up suddenly, and sat down again, "Go back and say that I will definitely find the lady in the Prestige Escort. Yes, besides, regarding the Yanxia Island, I won’t be involved in the Prestige Escort, let them go."

"Master dart head, this—"

"What is this, do what I said!" Yang Yifei shouted violently.

"Yes, let's go for the younger one." The man who was kneeling on the ground was drunk by Yang Yifei and hurriedly crawled out of the hall. Yang Yifei twisted a pair of sword eyebrows, and slowly rubbed his hands on his forehead. The mess in this mind hasn't been cleared yet, and another screaming ran in, knelt on the ground, panting and said: "Leader, it's not good! Madam and Miss, they go to the Chivalrous Villa Up!"

"What?" Yang Yifei was shocked, and quickly stood up, "Come here, prepare your horse and go to Chivalry Villa!"

What can Liu Wei and Yang Wumin do? They went to the Chivalrous Villa to be nothing more than a disturbance, and they had already lost their face in the prestigious Escort. If they were so troubled by them, do you want to see people? The anger in Yang Yifei's heart had already accumulated to a certain extent, and he slashed the whip fiercely, and the horse hissed in pain and ran quickly.

Liu Wei and Yang Wumin went with a group of subordinates, but what use can those people have? The corpses on the ground were slanting sideways, and the two horses had already run away. Only Liu Wei and Yang Wumin fell into a pool of blood, watching the masked man approaching tremblingly.

"You, who are you? My dad is Yang Yifei from the White Dao League! If you dare to touch our mother and daughter, my dad will definitely—" Before Yang Wumin finished speaking, a **** whip was drawn on his face. . The whip has small thorns on it, and it is hot and painful when it is scratched, let alone a whip with a strong internal force.

"Yang Yifei?" The masked man raised his head and smiled, "He will be with you mother and daughter soon."

"You, who are you?" Liu Wei kept shrinking, as if watching a devil.

"Actually, it's okay to tell you." The masked man snorted and laughed, "The world is boundless, do you understand?"

The whip shadow and the sword light overlapped, which was the last sight the mother and daughter saw.

Yang Yifei arrived in time, and the masked talent concealed himself in the tree, and he appeared on a horse. He didn't need to worry about the mother and daughter going to Chivalry Villa to find trouble, because in front of him, there were only two cold corpses. The only son went crazy, and the wife and daughter died on the road. Yang Yifei's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He raised his head and roared wildly. He knelt beside his wife and daughter, reaching out his hand to close their eyes.

Horrified and distorted faces, who did they see in the end?

"Yang Yifei, you have appeared." The masked man said with a smile while falling from the tree.

"It's your hand?" Yang Yifei yelled wildly. He stood up, but his knees softened and fell back to the ground. He looked at his darkened palms incredulously, and he shouted, Poison? Despicable!"

"No matter what method is used, as long as the goal can be achieved." The masked man laughed.

"Who are you? When did I offend you in the Prestige Escort?" Yang Yifei quickly shot to seal his big hole, half-kneeling on the ground and said unwillingly, "Could it be that you were setting up to frame us from the beginning? Chivalrous Villa? Are you a member of the Demon Cult? You want to destroy the Baidao Alliance?"

The masked man ignored Yang Yifei's series of questions. She just raised her head and gave a chuckle, and asked, "Daxia Yang remembers where this is?"

"Where?" Yang Yifei frowned and asked.

"This is the only way from Chivalry Villa to Weiyang Escort. Back then, Mrs. Fu was running on this road and was in an ambush! Are you Yang Yifei not guilty? You are worthy of your wife? You are worthy of your brother Fu Hui Huh? You thought it was well concealed and no one would find it out? You killed your wife, fearing that Mrs. Fu would come to Xingshi to ask the guilt, you set up an ambush halfway, killing both of their sisters! Yang Yifei, You are so cruel!"

"You, you--" Yang Yifei's face faded all the time, "Who are you? How do you know these things?"

"Hahaha. Don't worry about who I am, you just have to remember that I am here to seek revenge!" The masked man sneered, threw the long whip aside, wiped his hand between the belt and a soft sword sheath.

Bright red blood ran down the tip of the sword.

She turned around and left without looking back.

"Weiyang Escort." The four words on the white paper were vigorous and powerful. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fu Wanqing's lips curled up with a smile, and erased the four words fiercely.

"Yang Yifei is dead." Yu Shengyan said lightly, "and his wife and daughter."

"The Yang family hasn't died yet. Didn't you keep Yang Wugong?" Fu Wanqing chuckled and dropped the wolf hair. She wrapped Yu Shengyan's waist and smiled, "Soon, all this will be ended."

"You said it was three months." Yu Shengyan sneered.

Fu Wanqing smiled stiffly, and snorted softly: "It stands to reason that yes, but I met someone who was not planned."

Yu Shengyan shook his head, pulled Fu Wanqing away, and said, "Miss Fu, I've always been in your plan."

Fu Wanqing smiled lightly: "Then Grand Master Jade, if I took advantage of you, would you be angry?"

"No." Yu Shengyan shook his head in response.