In love with the enchanting senior brother: the lady strikes

Zhao Yue scratched his head, always feeling that something was wrong, but his head was carved from elm lumps, so he couldn't figure it out, so he let out an angrily "Pooh" and flew away to the kitchen. He was going to eat the remaining half chicken so that he could deal with the big battle in half an hour.

In the room, Xue Piao held onto the window frame and watched Zhao Yue's far away back quietly. A bloodstain meandered like a stream and slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He tore off the veil indifferently and wiped With a bright red blood, "Oh, Zhao Yue, I must win this match today!"

【Lady strikes】

The pines were covered with snow, the mountains were dyed white, in a world of ice and snow, Zhao Yue and Xue Yu faced each other with swords, and there was a murderous aura floating in the quiet air.

"Xiaobai, we have known each other for 11 years. Although you have a weird temper and love to hold grudges, you are still a person who values ​​love and righteousness. What happened this time? But that little vixen caught you and threatened you Marry her?" Just now, Zhao Yue gnawed on two chicken bones and suddenly became enlightened, Xue Yu has been in love with his junior sister for many years, and his behavior this time is really unreasonable.

"Zhao Yue, don't talk too much! You disturbed the flowers and candles in the king's bridal chamber. If the king spared you lightly, wouldn't he be sorry for the new bride of the king?" As he said, Xue Mi shook his long sword and went straight to Zhao Yue. Yue's heart stabbed.

Zhao Yue hurriedly focused his attention, crossed his sword, "Dang—" The slight sound made by the contact of the sword blades was like an endless ghost whisper, echoing faintly among the white mountains.

In the shadow of twilight, the fluttering white robe corners are like a white butterfly dancing on the snow, elegant but sad.

The sun behind the heavy cloud shadows slowly gathers the last trace of warmth, the sky seems to be dotted with thick ink, with a hint of gloom, and after a while, one, two, blossoming snow The willow catkins flying like late spring quietly landed on the shoulders of the two people who were fighting fiercely.

Gradually, gradually, the blossoming snowflakes seemed to weigh a thousand catties, pressing on the wings of the white jade butterfly, restraining his light and graceful posture.

Zhao Yue was overjoyed, and straightened his sword to hit Xue Mi's heart, hum, the little vixen's method of picking-yang-tonifying-yin is really powerful, let's see if he picked him up!In just a short while, there was a sign of physical exhaustion!

Xue Piao stepped lightly, and turned sideways, but the weakness of his whole body made him slow down a step. The sudden pain in his left shoulder made his left hand holding the sword tremble, and he almost missed the hilt.

Zhao Yue withdrew his sword coldly, a drop of bright red blood rolled from the tip of the sword into the white snow, and a bewitching red plum bloomed suddenly on the white snow.

In the past 11 years, he had had countless dreams of defeating Xue Mi. In the dream, Xue Mi was crawling at his feet covered in blood, begging for mercy, while he laughed happily. Waking up from such a dream with a smile.

But now, he really defeated Xue Yu, but he didn't have the expected excitement and joy in his heart, and the traces of sadness were like tangled silk threads, binding his heart tightly, making him a little bit overwhelmed. Angrily, he glanced at the red-stained snow indifferently, and said calmly: "Xiaobai, I won the 360th and second round."

Xue Mi didn't seem to care about winning or losing, "Zhao Yue, you are always reckless, and you can't hold back your words. I didn't want you to know..."

His nonsensical words made Zhao Yue very puzzled.Zhao Yue scratched his head, always feeling that something was wrong, but his head was carved from elm lumps, so he couldn't figure it out, so he let out an angrily "Pooh" and flew away to the kitchen. He was going to eat the remaining half chicken so that he could deal with the big battle in half an hour.

In the room, Xue Piao held onto the window frame and watched Zhao Yue's far away back quietly. A bloodstain meandered like a stream and slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He tore off the veil indifferently and wiped With a bright red blood, "Oh, Zhao Yue, I must win this match today!"

【Lady strikes】

The pines were covered with snow, the mountains were dyed white, in a world of ice and snow, Zhao Yue and Xue Yu faced each other with swords, and there was a murderous aura floating in the quiet air.

"Xiaobai, we have known each other for 11 years. Although you have a weird temper and love to hold grudges, you are still a person who values ​​love and righteousness. What happened this time? But that little vixen caught you and threatened you Marry her?" Just now, Zhao Yue gnawed on two chicken bones and suddenly became enlightened, Xue Yu has been in love with his junior sister for many years, and his behavior this time is really unreasonable.

"Zhao Yue, don't talk too much! You disturbed the flowers and candles in the king's bridal chamber. If the king spared you lightly, wouldn't he be sorry for the new bride of the king?" As he said, Xue Mi shook his long sword and went straight to Zhao Yue. Yue's heart stabbed.

Zhao Yue hurriedly focused his attention, crossed his sword, "Dang—" The slight sound made by the contact of the sword blades was like an endless ghost whisper, echoing faintly among the white mountains.

In the shadow of twilight, the fluttering white robe corners are like a white butterfly dancing on the snow, elegant but sad.

The sun behind the heavy cloud shadows slowly gathers the last trace of warmth, the sky seems to be dotted with thick ink, with a hint of gloom, and after a while, one, two, blossoming snow The willow catkins flying like late spring quietly landed on the shoulders of the two people who were fighting fiercely.

Gradually, gradually, the blossoming snowflakes seemed to weigh a thousand catties, pressing on the wings of the white jade butterfly, restraining his light and graceful posture.

Zhao Yue was overjoyed, and straightened his sword to hit Xue Mi's heart, hum, the little vixen's method of picking-yang-tonifying-yin is really powerful, let's see if he picked him up!In just a short while, there was a sign of physical exhaustion!

Xue Piao stepped lightly, and turned sideways, but the weakness of his whole body made him slow down a step. The sudden pain in his left shoulder made his left hand holding the sword tremble, and he almost missed the hilt.

Zhao Yue withdrew his sword coldly, a drop of bright red blood rolled from the tip of the sword into the white snow, and a bewitching red plum bloomed suddenly on the white snow.

In the past 11 years, he had had countless dreams of defeating Xue Mi. In the dream, Xue Mi was crawling at his feet covered in blood, begging for mercy, while he laughed happily. Waking up from such a dream with a smile.

But now, he really defeated Xue Yu, but he didn't have the expected excitement and joy in his heart, and the traces of sadness were like tangled silk threads, binding his heart tightly, making him a little bit overwhelmed. Angrily, he glanced at the red-stained snow indifferently, and said calmly: "Xiaobai, I won the 360th and second round."

Xue Mi didn't seem to care about winning or losing, "Zhao Yue, you are always reckless, and you can't hold back your words. I didn't want you to know..."

His nonsensical words made Zhao Yue very puzzled.