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Second Brother, please, go home.

Mo Zhike raised his head, silently crying. He bit his lips, but he did not know that blood was flowing from his lips.

Tears of Blood let go of her hand and smiled. Her smile was full of sadness, "Don't tell Third Brother that you've seen me, and don't tell me that Big Brother and I are still alive. We, as the brothers' incompetence, have wronged you all. "

"No, no." Mo Zhike covered her face, letting the tears and moans in her throat flow out from her fingers, "Don't worry, second brother. I will return to Hua Shan tomorrow to say my farewells to my master, then return to Puppet Palace. As long as I am alive, I will do my best to protect our home. Third Brother and I will wait for you to come home. "

Every word was so light that one would miss it if they didn't listen carefully.

Every word was so depressing, so that his own words would not hurt his brother's already wounded heart.

Tears of blood quietly listened, trying very hard to remember every single word of this simple farewell. They did not want to miss it, did not want to forget it.

This was because he knew that Mo Zhike was the same as him, he had once crushed his own heart, and then swallowed it back into a corner that no one knew about.

A sorrow greater than a death in the heart … What would it feel like to regain hope when one's heart was dead and disintegrated?

Tears of blood softly replied, "En." She let go of Mo Zhike's hand and took a deep breath as if she wanted to cut off something. She got up and was about to leave.

"Second Brother!" Without giving it much thought, Mo Zhi grabbed Xue Yi's hand, his fingertip and voice also trembling. His eyes revealed a reluctance and anticipation, "You will definitely come back, right?"

Maybe it was because she couldn't bear it, or maybe she was afraid that if she turned around, she wouldn't have the heart to abandon him. Tears and Blood only said lightly with her back facing him, "I will." He shook off his hand and left decisively.

Her icy fingers were separated, but she seemed to have lost her warm support.

Mo Zhike's hand was flung away and stopped in midair. It was a futile attempt to restore the warmth that was hard to come by. After a long while, she gently lowered it.

The darkness of the night quickly swallowed the shadow of the shed tears of blood, but Mo Zhike was still staring at him with an infatuated expression, as if she wanted to see all of her thoughts of her brother for the past 12 years back.

"How is it? Did you see Mo stop coughing? "

A voice rang out without warning, causing Blood and Tears to be frightened. They turned to look, and could not help but scold: "Can't you make some noise in advance? "Is he trying to scare me to death?"

He was wearing a green robe and a silver white mask that looked exceptionally beautiful under the moonlight. His black eyes were dyed with a misty moonlight.

The young man in green narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I've been standing here the whole time. It's your problem if you can't see me."

Tears of Blood curled her lips. "That only means that I've been getting more and more blind lately." He sized him up, "Looking at your clothes, you must be going to steal something personally, right? Why are we here? "

The Young Master in cyan waved his fan and said, "I was planning to join in on the fun at the West Lake's pleasure boat. Who knew that there would be a few more uninvited guests?"

Tears of Blood thought for a moment and asked, "Young Prince?"

The green-robed young master nodded his head in approval. "Right, not only him, the Crown Prince Xin is also here. What a coincidence!"

Tears of Blood's eyebrows twitched, as if she was trying to hold back a smile: "Coincidentally, coincidentally. So, you didn't go and join in the fun, but came here instead? "

Young Master Qing Yi sighed, "The night is long and boring. In any case, this inn is not far from the West Lake, so I came to take a look. "

Tears of Blood looked at him strangely. "Other than you, it's me. Why are you talking in such a weird manner?"

The man in cyan shook his head and said slowly, "No, no, no. I speak with such a tone. How can you be so weird?"

Tears of Blood waved his hand, "I won't fight with you. Let's get down to business. Little Cough has already promised to return to the Puppet Palace, so you can relax now, right? "

Young master Qing Yi tapped his chin with his folding fan and asked again, "Do you think he can become a good Palace Master? Will there be any problems? "

Tears of Blood said carelessly: "What can go wrong? Feng Yunxuan's men have been watching half of the martial arts world for a long time. Even if Luo Changxiu's old tribe still wants to fight back, will he really be able to revive the dead? "

The green-robed young master replied, "That's true." I will not ask any more about it. "That is your business, and I will not care. For the next few days, I'll be going to the Wind Cloud Pavilion to look over the information they've gathered. As for the rest, I'll leave it up to you.

Tears of Blood nodded, "I know, go back to work."

The green-clothed young master glanced at Xue Yi's tear-stained clothes and casually reminded her, "The weather is already very cold. Be careful and don't take your body too seriously." He stroked the white mane of the snow-white horse beside him, then jumped on his horse and said, "Let's go."

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"The beauty is by the side, singing and dancing around. This is the main event of the night, please take a look at the right hand side. " Bai Zhen, who was holding a cup of wine in his hand and chatting with someone else, suddenly faced the people beside him and announced his guilt. As he raised his voice and laughed, his inner force sent his voice far, far away, clear and not ear-piercing.

When the guests heard this, they stopped their conversations and looked at Bai Zhen, their faces full of questions.

Bai Zhen raised his right arm and said with a smile, "Since you're going to be the champion, then you have to choose from the brothel ladies of the entire martial arts world. If one were to speak of the most beautiful girl in the martial arts world, then one would have to mention a place. This place, was Feng Yunxuan. I was fortunate enough to invite a few ladies over, so that I could take advantage of the beautiful scene and catch a glimpse of a beautiful face. Not to mention, the beauty has arrived. " He gave a deep bow, then stood up and retreated.

As soon as he finished his sentence, the musical instrument only sounded. A woman in a red dress flew up from the boat in the middle of the river. She reached out her hand to grab the four ribbons and quickly tied them together. A silk flower the size of a human head appeared in her jade white palm. The woman who was hanging on the silk flower twisted her waist and lightly flipped over. She landed on top of the silk flower and gently bent her knees.

The position of the silk flower was not very far for each cruise liner. One could clearly see the dress and dancing posture of the woman, but could not clearly see her appearance. Thus, the increased mysteriousness made the woman even more eye-catching.

A pair of snow-white bare feet appeared exceptionally fair and cute under the contrast of the silk flowers. Under the fluttering of her skirt, a small string of bells was worn on her small ankle. The fiery red dress was light and soft. The long and wide sleeves hung straight down to the ribbons, swaying gently with the wind. As for that head of unkempt black hair, it was knee-length. It was tied up in a red bun with three blood-red jade hairpins inserted diagonally into it.

The moonlight was still fine, and the lights of the cruise liner illuminated the lake bright. Four bright red ribbons hung in the air. As for the woman who was standing in the air and bowing her head, she looked like a celestial being from a dream.

The boat, which had been noisy a moment ago, instantly quieted down.

Even if he wasn't obsessed with the beauty of a woman, he was still impressed by her amazing qinggong. He leaped more than ten feet into the air. There was no need to talk about a weak girl like her. Even in the martial arts world, there were only a hundred people with such lightness skills.

Those who were able to come to these pleasure boats were either wealthy and powerful merchants, or young and talented individuals with a reputation in the martial arts world. In their eyes, beauty was important, but this high quality lightness skill made them admire it even more.

After a moment of blessing, the woman slowly rose to her feet.

The ribbons connected to the four boats suddenly trembled. The four women in white jumped onto the ribbons, knelt on one knee, and lowered their heads.

The music changed to a different tune.

In the instant of this turn, the four white-clothed women who were originally standing stably on the ribbons simultaneously fell off, grabbing onto the ribbons with one hand. Amidst the shocked cries of the guests, they flew out more than three meters in the air, flipped over, and once again hooked their delicate jade feet on the ribbons, and once again flipped out.

As for the woman in the blood-red dress, she spun around on top of the silk flowers. Her clothes fluttered along with her dancing posture, and her sleeves flowed like water waves; she was indescribably bewitching.

Flaming red dancing dress, agile dancing posture, snow-white feet.

She was like a butterfly struggling and waving its thin wings in the raging inferno. It was meaningless and stubborn.

The snow-white dress that was untainted by the mundane world flipped in the air without any support, and it would occasionally come in contact with something before leaving. It would dance around the reddish surroundings, circle after circle, but didn't dare to touch it.

The gentle and sorrowful music and the silent dance of the five women made the scene of the Flaming Rainbow Butterfly struggling against the raging flames. The snow-white butterfly's mournful gaze was filled with an unapproachable sense of sorrow. It was so real and shocking.

The guests who were completely immersed in the butterfly dance could clearly hear the clear sound of a bell on the woman's ankle, indicating that Cai Die's fragile life was still struggling.

The music suddenly joined in with a mournful cry, and four white-clad women flew onto the ribbons. This time, the four girls' white dancing gowns were stained with spots of red, and like blood sputtering up, the white butterfly's wings looked ethereal as they brought out a bit of sadness and sadness, pulling at the hearts of the spectator just in time.

"Feathered for the silk for love, residual dance solo song is chaotic." The woman in red in the middle suddenly stopped dancing, her melodious voice making everyone's heart slightly tremble, yet they didn't feel the slightest bit surprised.

The lady in the snow-white dress, who had been circling around the woman in red, also slowly stopped her actions. She knelt on the silk ribbon, raised her head and looked at the Blazing Butterfly King, and softly chanted:

"A cry, a cry, a cut. A wail, a wail, a wail."

Yu Dui had never regretted it before, and asked Jun Wu Yi with tears in his eyes if he would return.

When did I get drunk in my dreams? I feel guilty for being so intoxicated with money. "

After these three sentences, the bloodstained white clothes slid out a few snow-white arcs in the night sky, and a bitter singing voice followed after their figures:

"The cuckoo cries sometimes end, where does the butterfly wings come from?"

Once she finished singing, the blood-red robes that had paused for a moment once again began her lively dance. A beautiful voice resounded through the night sky. Each word was round and long, and her breathing was not affected by her dance at all.

"Wu Die's body is burning with pain, how can she not return to the bitter side of things?"

Wu Die struggled in the fire, looking forward to the return of her lover, full of bitterness but not able to bear the resentment of her son … Her singing voice, her posture, her dancing steps, and her blood-red clothes, with just these short sentences, perfectly blended the three characters together and displayed them in front of everyone.

It wasn't because the redness was too dazzling, it wasn't because of the dancers sparing no effort, it wasn't because of the eight women surrounding them. Dressed in dancing dress, she had the charm of captivating people's eyes and captivating their hearts. Even though he didn't see her face, just this song and light dance was enough to make one intoxicated.

The snowy butterflies were still flying in the air, and the cuckoo was still crying blood as she danced. However, everyone's attention was already completely focused on the woman in the middle, and they didn't have the time to appreciate her as a foil.

Perhaps it was only after a short period of time, or perhaps it was as if a thousand years had passed, that the crowd was awoken by the sound of six women chanting at the same time.

"The cuckoo has left behind a thousand years of hatred, and the Jade Butterfly has finally turned into an eternal ashes."

The nine women stopped dancing at the same time, and turned to face the four directions as the music finished. Then, as if he had just arrived, he lightly tapped his foot on the red silk a few times, using the celestial fairy to fly towards the four pleasure boats.

As for the woman in red, the gazes of everyone were fixed on her, and with light steps, she walked towards the pleasure boat that Bai Zhen was on.

Only the cruise liner hosted by the two rich merchants, Wen and Bai, would be able to win in the migration of a beautiful woman.

The three figures, one red and two white, walked back to the pleasure boat from the silk ribbon. They kept the silk ribbon, indicating that the beauty would be staying there forever.