Jun You Ji Fou

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The shower was hurried, and it suddenly stopped at night, leaving the ground covered with red. The sunshade is skewed, the night layer rises, and the sound of dripping Yeye dripping in the dark night.

Chu Mingyun pushed out the door, stepped into the atrium, took out the bi-colored whistle in his sleeve, and summoned the black feather bird, stuffed a secret letter into the bamboo tube and let it fly away.

The branches and leaves of the Sycamore tree are green, and the sound of footsteps suddenly sounds in the silence. It seems that someone has walked from the courtyard and walked away from the distance.

Chu Mingyun withdrew his gaze from Yuanwang, and looked back inadvertently. The shadow at the gate of the courtyard was enough. Suddenly a white shirt passed by and suddenly became prominent.

He frowned slightly, and blinked behind the man in a blink of an eye, "...Master Su?"

The other person froze abruptly, and then turned around. Su Shiyu's face appeared under the shadow of the dim light. He nodded his head and answered.

Chu Mingyun's eyebrows were raised tightly, and then he spread out, and he chuckled softly, "What are you doing?"

He didn't say a word, looked around and found no one, letting go of his heart, his index finger stuck to his lips and silently ``hush'', and then turned around and walked to Chu Mingyun's room.

Chu Mingyun stared at him thoughtfully, followed him back to the room under his signal, closed the door and leaned up, and looked at him with his hand. But the other party turned back and approached a few steps, and Su Shiyu's Wen Xiujunya's face approached with a smile.

Chu Ming allowed him to stay close, his eyes narrowed and swept his face with cold eyes, then looked straight into those eyes. The other person lowered his eyes, shifted his gaze, and turned his head slightly, the ambiguous and slow motion seemed to kiss him.

Not too decent.

Chu Mingyun suddenly raised his hand and strangled his throat to lock. The crackling of the bone crack was accompanied by a crisp bang, and a short knife fell out of the plain white sleeve. When he raised his hand, he pulled off a person/leather/tool, and the delicate face exposed under him suddenly rose into a fuchsia, and the mouth opened with blood pouring out, struggling to speak.

The mask is soft to the touch, very similar to human skin, and the workmanship is perfect. Chu Mingyun carefully looked at the candlelight for a moment and sneered: "Don't even learn half of the mood, and dare to pretend to be Su Shiyu to assassinate me." He raised his hand and raised Get the other person's feet off the ground, "Let me think about it, should I boast about your courage, or is it too long?"

There was a broken and painful sob in the opponent's throat, and the response trembled violently, and the tight body softened and no breath.

Chu Mingyun let go of his hand, and the body fell dullly on the ground. He looked much lazier at first glance and turned the mask on the candle flame, burning it into a dark black, and the inexplicable strange smell permeated the house.

Chu Mingyun frowned slightly, and raised his foot to the courtyard of Su Shiyu.

After a few folds in the corridor, I suddenly saw someone approaching face to face, and he was the only Yuwen Falcon.

The night was getting deeper, and the Chinese lanterns were hanging on the veranda of the vermilion palace, and there was no voice in Liao.

Chu Mingyun walked forward blindly, and was about to pass him. Yu Wen Falcon suddenly stopped, recalling the embarrassment in the day. I can’t think of what Chu Mingyun said to Su Shiyu at that time. Only in this way can a gentleman with Confucianism reach the level of resentment, and the sarcasm will naturally come out: "General Chu is so late There is something else to be busy?" Yu Wen Fang snorted. "Yes, beauty like a general, it is really unimaginable how to sit in this seat."

Chu Mingyun Wenyan stopped and looked at the lamp swayed by the candlelight not far away, and suddenly asked, "Who is Yu Wenxiao?"

Yu Wen Falcon was temporarily inexplicable, "It's my elder brother."

"Listening to the tone, do you admire him?" Chu Mingyun asked.

"Naturally." Yu Wen Falcon looked at Chu Mingyun's back and couldn't help but feel a little arrogant. "At that time, the elder brother swept across the twelve counties of Sanzhou, so that you Han people can't swallow, such a spirit, even if the final battle is also ours. Hero of the Huns! Who doesn’t admire?"

"Oh, the battlefield." Chu Mingyun smiled softly, looking back at him, half of his face hidden in the shadows, obscure, "Want to know how he died in my hands?"

Yuwen Falcon froze, "Why...what?"

"I wouldn't tell you if I wanted to come to the Huns." Chu Mingyun slowly turned around and was facing him. "I can go straight into the sea of ​​the desert without losing my way. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Yu Wen Falcon asked subconsciously.

Chu Mingyun raised the corner of his lips, smiling broadly: "Your elder brother told me."

"Nonsense!" Yuwen Falcon said angrily, "Brother Huang will never betray our Huns!"

"Then how do you explain that I have never been ambushed in the desert?" Chu Mingyun slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at him quietly, Yuwen Fang suddenly choked, and Chu Mingyun chuckled and continued: "Within ten strokes I broke half of Yu Wenxiao's bones and captured him alive. There was a piece of Haizi beside the camp, and I tied him upside down on a wooden post tied in Haizi."

Chu Mingyun's tone was faint, careless, but his smile deepened a bit, looking at Yuwen Falcon and said, "Do you want me to tell you how it feels?"

"It will not die, but the sea water will continue to pour into his muzzle and nose. He will struggle to breathe in the tide all the time, and the salt water will also soak into his texture. Ling Chi’s wounds have repeatedly tortured him to suicidal thoughts. There is no time. And ah, the blood all over the body will flow upwards to the head, after a long time, the eyeballs will come off, and the bones will roll to your feet."

Yu Wenhao stared at the gorgeous man in front of him with a smile, and said words without a touch of emotion, as if there was seawater pouring into his chest, and his blood was cooling a little.

"He couldn't stand it for only two days. He lay down at my feet when he put it down. Do you know what it looks like?"

The throat seemed to be clogged up with death, Yu Wen Falcon's face was pale, Chu Mingyun's meaning was clear, but he could only spit out a sentence: "How can you... how can you treat him like this?!"

"Is it possible to become a king and defeat a conqueror? Yu Wenxiao should have had this kind of consciousness when he slaughtered the city before." Chu Mingyun said, "When Yu Wenxiao first met me, he said something similar to you, he said I was like this The beauties should be captured alive for fun in the military."

"When he was lying in front of me like a dog, I asked him: His Royal Highness, now, do you still think I am beautiful?"

Chu Mingyun's slow step approached Yu Wen Falcon. When he took a step closer, Yu Wen Falcon took a step back, and finally backed up the upper pillar to return. Chu Mingyun stood before him, leaning slightly to force him into his eyes, and suddenly showed a breathtaking smile, "His Royal Highness, do you still think I am beautiful?"

Yuwen Falcon opened his mouth and was strangled by his neck before he could make a sound.

Chu Mingyun's smile was condensed, and his face was as sharp as a knife. "It's really worthy of being young and full of spirits. I haven't even heard of the **** battlefield, so I dare to show my power in front of me."

"Dare you..." Yu Wen Falcon grabbed his hand and hissed: "... Let go!"

Chu Mingyun leaned over and whispered: "I can tell you straight, there is nothing to talk about ceding the land covenant. If all of them agree, then I will kill you. What about the war between the two countries, do you think I Are you afraid?"

Yu Wen Falcon grabbed his finger desperately to break apart, but the hand was not as loose as iron casting, the suffocation did not rise, only the red eyes were staring at him.

"However," Chu Mingyun suddenly let go and took a step back. "I don't think the king of the Huns would be stupid enough to fight Daxia for an unfavorable son." He glanced at him with a smile. Yuwen Falcon with a coughing throat, "What do you think?"

Yu Wen Falcon strenuously calmed his breath, without a word, his eyes completely dimmed.

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