Mirror: Twin Cities

arm. He raised his head and exhaled a long breath, as if sleepwalking, his fingers moved to the woman's throat, and there was a transparent silk thread between the fingers.

Don't turn off the lights. In the dark night without wind, all evil desires will rise-I will slowly rot. Slowly... completely rotted.

A faint starlight came in, and in the dark corner on the bedside, the puppet looked down coldly, his mouth slowly grinning.

"Young Master." The silk thread slowly entered the woman's throat on the bed. However, a low voice suddenly came from outside the door-although it was low, it seemed as if a needle pierced a nerve, causing his movements to stop suddenly. Come down.

"Young Master," the woman outside said in a low voice, "Zuo Quan Envoy Yan Xi has arrived. There is something urgent to report."

The moment the door opened, the breeze outside and the starlight penetrated into this dark room.

He took a deep breath, feeling the desire to drown everything in his chest still struggling to retreat. When the door opened, he lowered his head in a messy clothes and saw Mrs. Ruyi coming back from the porch outside and the warrior warrior beside her. Kneeling down on one knee to welcome his arrival, the leader of the Restoration Army who had come from a long distance was raising his eyes and watching the hero who had been passed down by word of mouth to the people who had seen him for the first time in a century.

The door opened silently, the air inside the door was rotten and sweet, and there was a woman's intermittent moaning, not knowing whether it was pain or joy. Half of the man protruded from the darkness, like the most perfect marble statue, but his dark blue eyes looked indescribably dim, close to the darkness of the dark night—at that moment, Yan Xi suddenly felt suffocated. .

What... how could such a person be?

This is how many years, the people have expected to reverse their destiny?

For a moment he forgot how rude it was to look directly at him, blankly looking at the puppet master who opened the door, but the warrior's eyes passed through Somo's shoulder and saw the dark room-completely black... In the darkest corner, something suddenly grinned and smiled silently.

That was completely "evil"...At that moment, the power that had supported him for the past few days seemed to collapse suddenly. He looked at the person who opened the door in front of him in shock. He didn't even say a word in reply, and suddenly the power completely disappeared from his body.

"The envoy Zuo Quan encountered Feng Falcon driven by Yun Huan on his way to Taoyuan County, and he escaped from death." Looking at Qiang Zi supporting Yan Xi who came to the destination, but after seeing the young master, Mrs. Ruyi hurriedly fell to the ground. Hold him up and report back.

He took a deep breath and squeezed his fingers on the door leaf. After a long time, Sumo calmed his breathing. He walked out the door and looked down at the injuries of the people who came. He saw the terrible wound behind him: "It's very poisonous... But it seems to be understood."

The puppet master’s fingers stopped behind Yan Xi and pulled out the broken arrow sandwiched between his shoulder blades. He frowned when he saw those large and small bone-deep wounds: "I have suffered more than one injury...it’s hard for him to come. ."

"Young Master, can Zuo Quan make him, he still alive?" Madam Ruyi gasped when she saw the injury.

"I'm here." Su Mo replied lightly, flicking his fingers, and suddenly all the rings on his right hand popped out, punching Yanxi's **** back wound and embedding it. As if there was an invisible black air flowing along the transparent lead, leading out from the ring, on the table, the little puppet sat there with his mouth closed, his eyes gloomy.

"Who is Yun Huan?" After letting go of his hand, Su Mo asked.

Mrs. Ruyi handed over a cup of tea and replied: "It is the most powerful among the younger generation of soldiers in the Cangliu Empire. It is said that no one in the Ice Clan can match his sword skills. Wu Peng pulled him up with one hand and he is now in his twenties. Already a major general."

"Oh... he was sent to Taoyuan County for the emperor." Su Mo took a sip of tea, meditated, and for a long time his eyes fell on Yan Xi who was recuperating on the side, "How old is Zuo Quanshi?"

"A few dozen years older than the young master, almost two hundred and eighty." Mrs. Ruyi replied.

"Not young anymore." The puppet master lowered his eyes, with a surprised look in his eyes, "How come you haven't transformed yet?"

Madam Ruyi watched the scary wounds on Yan Xi's back healed under the invisible force, and sighed: "Zuo Quan made his choice--he escaped from the Dongshi human trafficker since he was a child and joined the army. At that time, he vowed to abandon everything for the restoration of the Yuren, including his own gender. Therefore, after hundreds of years of countless battles, Zuo Quanzhi has never become any kind of person."

"Oh... what a happy man." Su Mo was taken aback, and suddenly a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "A very good soldier...It's the opposite of me."

"Eh?" Mrs. Ruyi was taken aback and looked up in confusion.

However, Sumo no longer said any more, as if he heard something outside, he stood up suddenly, took the ring back in his hand, and stood up. There was a sudden sharp flash in his empty eyes: "What's the matter? The Emperor is nearby!"

On the other side, Na Sheng rushed into the Ruyi Gambling House, looking around anxiously.

"The girl is that Sheng?" When she was anxious about not recognizing Xijing, she suddenly heard a soft voice from above her head. She looked up in surprise and saw a stunning girl leaping off Liang, and took her hand: "My name is'Ting'-my master Mr. Xijing wants me to come here to wait for you."

Na Sheng didn't have time to react, so she was dragged away through the bustling lobby.

"Don't worry, Mr. Murong has already met his master safely," Ting smiled and explained to her as she walked to ease her anxiety. "The master mentioned that you are alone, so worried. I don't know when you will be here. ——So the master asked me to come to the lobby to wait for you. Ah, did you hurt your hand? You must be in trouble halfway?"

"Ah?..." Na Sheng opened her mouth when she heard her confession in a hurry, thinking that Murong Xiu's life was in the middle of the night. Ting took her hand through the crowd, and walked to the back seat: "Mr Murong and my master are behind, come with me."

The Sheng body was involuntarily pulled by her, and suddenly saw the girl's long dark blue hair, blurted out: "You, are you also a shark?"

Ting smiled slightly, nodded, took her to a door, let go of her hand, and knocked on the door: "Master, Master Murong, the girl Sheng is here!"

"Then Sheng? Come in!" Murong Xiu's voice revealed surprise, and the door opened with a creak.

Seeing the person who opened the door, Na Sheng cheered and jumped in. He could not help but hugged Murong Xiu's shoulder and laughed: "Oh! You weren't killed by those robbers? You really scared me to death!"

"Lighter, lighter." Murong Xiu was a little embarrassed to be hugged head-on like that, but he knew her temper and was helpless, only frowned in pain. When Na Sheng let go, he noticed the scars on his body. He obviously suffered a lot and couldn't help but be angry: "Those robbers bullied you? It's hateful... I'll vent my anger for you!"

She waved her wrapped right hand, thinking that she would never be able to conceal the matter of Emperor Murong Xiu. However, Murong Xiu just smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Forget it, it's actually a misunderstanding..."

"Misunderstanding? The misunderstanding almost killed us?" Na Sheng refused to accept, and continued to wave his right hand, but did not notice a drunk middle-aged man holding a hip flask next to him, suddenly opened a ray of his eyes, and the cold light flashed.

"Okay, okay...Look, now I have found Mr. Xijing, and there will be nothing more to do." Murongxiu saw her blowing air, for fear that she would really cause trouble somehow, so he quickly calmed her and pulled her in. "Why did you come so late?"

Na Sheng bowed his head embarrassedly: "People...People don't recognize the way..."

"Huh?" Murongxiu suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "God, it won't work for me to explain a word... Stupid girl, there is no path written in the "A Thousand lands" that I left you with? Didn't you go through it?"

"Foreign Land?" That Sheng cried out in surprise, remembering, "It's over!"

"What?" Murong Xiu was taken aback by her, but saw that she threw the coat to him in a hurry, took out a soaked book from her arms, squeezed it, and dripped down. Come, Na Sheng almost cried: "I, I forgot to take it out... it fell into the water... it's over."

"..." Murong Xiu looked at her, really didn't know what to say, he was weighed down, and found that Yao Cao had also eaten enough water and was soaked in swelling.

Seeing this scene, Ting next to her covered her mouth and laughed, and suddenly felt very happy.

"Okay, don't cry, don't cry, I have more headaches when I cry..." Murongxiu stopped her in time before she flattened her mouth to cry, "It's okay, I've learned that foreign book since I was a kid, and I have learned it by heart—— Come meet Mr. Xijing."

"Xijing? Where is it?" Na Sheng looked around blankly, Murong Xiu turned her around and pointed. It was so easy for her to see the man lying in a chair holding a hip flask and sleeping soundly, and was surprised: "What? This unshaven uncle?-A drunk, is he really that powerful?"

"The master is the first disciple of Sword Saint Zunyuan." Although it was interesting to watch, Ting could not help but stand up to defend his master when he heard that Sheng dared to despise Xijing. What a strong swordsman!"

"Oh? Really?" Na Sheng had a good impression of Ting, so he couldn't refute, so he had to curl his lips.

"My mother said the same." Murong Xiu patted her head, comforting: "Okay, don't run around. With Lord Xijing here, we don't have to worry about walking around Yunhuang in the future."

Before that Sheng answered, suddenly the drunk man spoke up drunkly: "Little