The world's most favored alchemist

Chapter 15 Short Story 2 Just Like This (2)
I thought it would be a woman who saved her, but I didn't expect it to be a Mr. Pian Pian.

"This is girl?" The man looked at her suspiciously.

"Thank you, my lord, for saving me, but I have something important to do, so I'm here to say goodbye."

"Nothing is more important than your body. If you believe me, I can help you. You might as well rest for a while. It's not too late to leave after you recover."

"This..." She hesitated for a while, for some reason, she felt that the man in front of her was not malicious, maybe this man really knew the whereabouts of the master.

"My lord, do you know the whereabouts of Mo Wuxuan?" Mo Wuxuan, the master's name in Jianghu.

"Mo Wuxuan? Is Mo Wuxuan the most powerful general? Rumor..." Ye Li paused, looked at the woman's expectant eyes and continued, "Rumor... is dead."

"No! He won't die! No!" She covered her ears and ran out, she couldn't stand others saying that Master had...

"She's so stubborn." Ye Li shook her head helplessly as she watched the woman leave.

"Xuan, is it worth it for you to avoid her like this?"

The bead curtain moved slightly, and a man suddenly appeared in the room, dressed in white snow, holding a bow and crossbow, but half of his face was covered by a mask, only his delicate chin was visible.

"I hope she can live a good life. I don't know if it's worth it or not, but at least I don't regret it"

In the teahouse and wine shop, the old people talked about their love affairs when they were young and saw all the flowers in Chang'an. There was a large group of people around, lively and noisy.She picked a seat by the window and ordered a pot of tea.

Downstairs, people come and go, sometimes she would think, if she looks at it like this, the master will suddenly appear, but if she thinks too much, she also knows that it is nothing more than wishful thinking after all, but she still persists foolishly and stubbornly.

"The villain is really getting more and more rampant, damn it!" Then came the sound of slapping the table.

She frowned.

"I've been bullied to the door, it's unbearable!"

"Hey, what can I do? Since the battle three years ago, the noble elites have lost a lot, and even Mo Wuxuan is dead!" Clap, the wine glass fell to the ground, and the woman by the window was no longer there. .

When we met again, it was the villain's heroic spirit who fought again. She was riding a tall horse, her swords radiated cold light, and the tenderness of the past could no longer be found in her eyes. She was heroic and heroic.

She was in awe.

She was 20 years old then.

Evening Song Dynasty 6
He has a silver saddle and a white horse, is still dressed in white, and still wears a mask on his face, mysterious and deadly.

It's just that he's on the other side.

He is a villain.

She took the initiative to invite Ying, picked up her scabbard lightly, and chose her opponent, Mo Baiyi.

Moshang Baiyi, Moshang people are like jade, the son is unparalleled in the world, the one who is called the unparalleled son in the world, Mo Baiyi.

In the Maple Valley in late autumn, the fallen red leaves slowly rotate and fall, and there are large patches of scattered red on the ground, which is desolate and tragic.

The moment they fought, she knew she would lose.However, that person seemed to be giving way to her, she was suddenly in a trance, this person felt so familiar to her.The shadow of the sword swirled around, before she had time to think about it, she instinctively drew the sword forward quickly, but a sword pierced the man's chest, she looked at him with wide eyes, why didn't he hide, why.

Looking at the surprised expression of the woman in front of him, scenes from the past flooded into his mind.

That year, in Qixiu, when he saw her for the first time, her clothes were completely soaked, and beside her, there were several children who were about the same age. They didn't look friendly and didn't speak well. friendly.She wrung the water off her body silently by herself, without any rebuttal, just kept wringing like this, showing no joy, anger, or sadness.

(End of this chapter)