Faraway Wanderers

The harp sounds very thin, like a spider's silk entanglement, as if coming from all directions, with a treacherous killing meaning beyond words.

As soon as Gu Xiangfu heard it, she felt that her interest was tumbling, but she saw that the machine was fast and immediately forced herself to calm down.

Wen Kexing, who was lying in bed and sleeping on the bed, did not know when he got up, and stood silently by the window, shining through the edge of the window on his face, and his face seemed to be softer. But his eyes stared at a place in the darkness without blinking.

His long shadow trailed behind, motionless, expressionless at first glance, but with a hidden smile, like a cold and weird stone statue, and the danger of his body was released undisguised under the night.

It looks like a ghost without joy.

Gu Xiang was very clever. When he realized that he wasn't right, he immediately closed his ears, tried not to listen to the outside sounds, and sat down to adjust his breath and hugged Yuanyi. It took a while to suppress the nausea.

Wen Kexing used his slender fingers to cross the window, and smiled lowly: "The charm Qin Song has been invited ... This is not a small pen, and I don't know who it is dealing with."

Suddenly, he heard the sound of something breaking through the wind, like the strings were too dry, and the sound of the piano could no longer be heard, but he could only make a "pop" sound dullly, and it was like someone popped a few times. A tiny pebble struck in the boundless void.

It's almost inaudible, but it interrupts the lingering endlessly delicate sound, like throwing a small stone into the water. The clear stream ripples instantly, and it can't be seen or captured. Spread away.

The piano sound really stagnated.

Wen Kexing leaned against the window, closed his eyes, and listened carefully, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then, the sound of the piano suddenly sounded again, and the flood surged like a beast, and the player of the piano suddenly smashed, and almost at the same time, a squeal came from the next room. It sounded like a flute, but Ordinary flutes do not make such sounds. They are extremely sharp, as sharp as something torn.

Time flies counts perfectly, the squeak of the flute and the violent piano squeals meet.

The player's strings broke instantly.

Then Wan Ji was silent.

Wen Kexing stood there again for a while, shaking his head and whispering to himself: "Those who are longer than the sword will die from the sword, and the ancients will not bully me."

Gu Xiang was relieved and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead: "Master, what Qin ... Qin, did you die?"

Wen Kexing said softly: "Even if I don't die, my veins will be broken. From then on, it's a waste. I think he's still more comfortable when he dies."

Suddenly he reached out and pushed the window open, making the voice lighter, as if he was afraid of being alarmed: "Axiang, things in this world are always so interesting. What I want, I never give anything for nothing. The lyre, killing invisible things is fun and fun, but we must also guard against others' backlashes. "

Gu Xiang tilted his head and asked, "When will it go back?"

Wen Kexing explained patiently: "When others are better than you."

Gu Xiang nodded, thought for a while, and said, "What to do is to compete with people who are stronger than yourself, and to bully those who are weaker than yourself?"

Wen Kexing looked back at her. He turned against the moonlight. The whole portrait was inlaid with silver edges. The look on his face became more and more indistinguishable. For a while, he said, "You can't bully anyone, like me, be a good person. . "

Then he reached out to open the door, and Gu Xiang trembled and watched the "good man" go out.

Zhou Zishu's own situation is not very good. His flute is boring and cutting, it is probably not technical, and the sound of the blown out is not accurate. The wild tone and ridicule are no longer Fiddle with it, who would have expected it tonight. The flute only blew once, and then broke a big mouth. Fortunately, he seduced the man into full force, and then he was lucky enough to hit it, otherwise he really didn't know how to end.

The whole portrait of Zhang Chengling was taken out of the water. His skill was too shallow. Even though Zhou Zishu blocked his ears in time, he still suffered internal injuries and had vomited once. His face was like gold paper.

Zhou Zishu was worried that he was sick at an early age, and he didn't care to adjust his breath. Then he put his palm on his back, and Shen Shen said, "Ning Shen."

Then he walked for a week with internal force and saw that his complexion eased a little. Then he withdrew his palm, but he was already sweating.

Fortunately, this place is not too far away from Zhaojiazhuang in Taihu Lake, otherwise I'm afraid that he really has to humiliate the mission. He hasn't done any good things in his half life.

If you talk about big and small things, people from the north and the south, I am afraid that no one knows this better than the former skylight leader. Only when Qin Yinyin together, he immediately knows who this person is outside.

In the legend, "Charm Qin Song" is a eunuch. He loves to be dressed as a woman and wears red and green fields to show that he is a poison. Because of his skill in killing blood, he has really started a murder sale. Mother principle, whoever pays more will be a dog.

There will be no sound. Zhou Zishu knows that he is not dead. If he is full, it is not necessary to kill such a person, but he has lost five successes, only half a life left, and he has no confidence in himself. Large, but a lot of vicious.

Just listening to someone clapping out the window and praising: "Nobody can hear the willow in this night song, no one can afford the hometown love-so stars and so months, Brother Zhou and Qin Yin caress the flute, so elegant, non-beauty is not feasible."

Nonsense to such a level can be considered as stunning.

Zhou Zi was relieved, and he didn't notice the person's appearance. He was already standing outside the window. Such a ghostly man still needs to be afraid when he is heyday. As far as he knows, there are three and a half people in the rivers and lakes.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the window, pointed at his green-skinned dough, looked at Wen Kexing with a very dull look and asked, "Beauty?"

Wen Kexing froze. Although he was not terrible, he was too lazy to scan the face with a second glance, then turned to look at the moon.

Zhou Zishu sat on the window with his legs raised, and followed his gaze. The night was a full moon, with moonlight like water and ground like frost.

Zhou Zishu wondered to himself which one of the three and a half of the self-proclaimed Wen Kexing, and couldn't help thinking about his motivation to follow him all the time, the more he felt more and more confused.

From this man, he felt a very subtle and similar taste, so he knew that this man must be unprofitable too, follow himself ... Or, follow Zhang Chengling to Taihu, there must be a plan After thinking for a while, without any clue, he secretly laughed at himself, asking the bottom of the heart, but he was old.

When he bowed his head, seeing that Wen Kexing was looking at him with interest, he laughed: "If Brother Wen is really curious, why not take my skin and look at the layers of meat and bones?"

Wen Kexing raised an eyebrow and suddenly said, "Yeah."

He didn't fall into his "good" words, so he took a lightning strike and grabbed Zhou Zishu's face. Zhou Zishu had been prepared for a long time, leaned back, folded his waist, and kicked up one leg and kicked Wen Kexing's wrist.

Between the electric light and the fire, the two of you have come to me ten times in a row, making you dazzled and overwhelmed.

Zhou Zishu felt that he was choking on the window, and his movements were quite limited. He was relatively disadvantaged, so he bowed his head and dodged him, and jumped down. However, for him, the night book was not good, let alone half a night, and his chest A nail was sharp and painful, causing him to stagnate.

Just moments later, Wen Kexing's palm had reached his chest, and a strong wind struck, but his moves stopped in vain.

Zhou Zishu glanced down at the hand that was almost on his chest, but his expression was still calm, and he smiled: "Thank you Brother Wen for staying ..."

However, the words faded away, and Wen Kexing's hand suddenly touched his face. It wasn't enough to touch, and he rubbed his fingers slowly, as if to distinguish whether the thing was made of human skin or pigskin.

Before Zhou Zishu had time to step back, he saw that Gu Xiang over there probably heard the movement, leaned his head out of the window, only glanced, then covered his eyes and retracted his head. He cried, "Oh, Indecent ass! "

—Yes, he spoke.

Wen Kexing was very close, and his expression was very serious-he always looked very serious, Moonlight became ambiguous, and looked really impolite.

Gu Xiang didn't know to lower the voice over there, and muttered: "Needle eyes should be longer ..."

Zhou Zishu coughed, took a big step back, calmed himself, and asked with a smile: "Master Wen, can you see what is done in this face?"

"It's made of flesh." Wen Kexing groaned for a long while and came to such a conclusion.

Zhou Zishu expressed his unconditional approval.

Wen Kexing stared at his fingers and said, "Strange ... strange, it feels like you look like yourself."

Zhou Zishu said calmly, "No, I am just growing myself."

If a third person was present, one of the two men would definitely feel that one of the two men was mad-of course, except Gu Xiang.

Wen Kexing seemed to feel a bit of a blow, stared at Zhou Zishu again, got up and left—not going back to the room, but walking out. Then Gu Xiang poked his head again, his eyes turned, and said with a smile: "This time, okay, my host is probably not able to accept the reality, go to Golanyuan to find his beauty, he is gone, everyone can go earlier Wash and sleep. "

Wen Kexing's head won't. People are far away, but his voice flutters gently, like a line drifting along the wind, and floats into Gu Xiang's ears without error.

He said, "Axiang, do you speak human?"

Gu Xiangconscientiously said: "I'm farting."

Then quickly retracted and closed the window-as if eager to swallow the fart alone.

Zhou Zishu was slightly relieved, slowly put his body down, leaned against the wall, bit his teeth firmly, without making a sound.

Fortunately, the pain lasted for a while. After a while, it was a little better. Then he sorted himself out and went back to the house.

This place seems to be particularly long.

Three days later, Zhou Zishu arrived in Taihu with his young master Zhang Chengling who had lost a circle in just a few days.

Knocking on Zhao Jing's door, he didn't wait for him to explain his intentions. The old housekeeper looked straight at Zhang Chengling with a blind eye: "You are ... Are you Chengling? Are you Chengling?

Then he yelled back at Xiao Xiao: "Go and call Master, Master Chengling is here! Master Chengling is still alive!"

Not long after, Tai Lake Zhao Jing Zhao heroes greeted him personally, Zhang Chengling "thumped" and knelt down on the ground. It seems that the Zhang family ’s bad news has spread all over the river, and a group of people cried to make a ball, and then they were welcomed with great fanfare. Go in.

Zhou Zishu thought, finally, there is no need to worry about someone having trouble finding his ancestor underground—Jide's good deeds, but it was too hard.