Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 67
Those people didn't know where they came from, but they were able to blend into the snow without making a sound. It can definitely be seen that they are not ordinary warriors, but cultivators with blood training. ", but for a student in the "College of Literature" of Tianhe Academy, it is undoubtedly too powerful.

They followed Song Wanzhi all the time, feeling that the girl in front was a little strange.

The snow was so heavy, and she still had an umbrella in her hand, but she didn't open it. She passed by like an amateur covered in snowflakes.

Moreover, this girl exudes a special emotion inexplicably.

That kind of emotion made them dare not act rashly.

They are not good people, nor are they ordinary cultivators. Due to the limitations of blood and talent, they can only cultivate to the lowest level of "confidante realm" and cannot climb higher peaks, so they are grouped under the "Dark Night" organization, specializing in Make money by doing things for people.But today, someone paid a big price for them to teach the girl in front of them a lesson. "Lesson" in their secret language means saving one's life. Others may be wounded or maimed, so it's up to you. Of course, this strength must be controlled.

However, when they saw the girl, they had other thoughts. In such a snowy day, in a deserted world, there shouldn't be anything wrong with doing something to this beautiful girl.

They surrounded it.

Song Wanzhi held an umbrella and stood about ten meters away from the long bridge. Those people were wrapped in white clothes, and their whole body was covered in white. Song Wanzhi was covered in snow again, so he was 50 meters away. Can't even see what's going on here.

Those people looked at Song Wanzhi, and a lewd smile appeared on the corner of their mouths: "Miss, it's such a cold day, why don't we find another place to warm up?"

Everyone around immediately let out wretched smiles.

Song Wanzhi was still holding the umbrella. She didn't seem to hear the voices of these people. What she heard were voices from farther away.

She heard a lone boat gently pushing away from the surface of the Zhaohe River, and was slowly sliding towards it, led by a small paddle.

She heard a BMW rushing across the streets of Zhaodu, the splashing snow was melodious, and it was running fast.

She heard snowflakes rustling, falling on the glazed tiles in the distance, on the blue tiles, and on the dry branches, as if there were green buds slowly breaking open in the snow.

What is "tong"?
All things are connected with it, all things are in the ears, and all things are in the heart.

What is "Ming"?
All things are self-evident in their hearts, bright life is in bud, and they are born from death.

She stood quietly, and then raised her head, snowflakes were blowing on her face, icy cold to the bone.

Then, she wiped her face, raised her feet, and walked away regardless of the reactions of the people around her.

Those people saw that Song Wanzhi didn't react at all after saying these words, they felt strange, they just thought that there must be something wrong with the girl's mind, such a calm reaction, like a fifteen or sixteen year old girl can have ?

But when they saw Song Wanzhi lift his foot and leave, they felt relieved, very good, want to run?
The big guy closest to Song Wanzhi sneered, "Want to run away? My dear sister, I'm afraid I can't."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and those seven or eight people rushed over in an instant!

Song Wanzhi finally opened the umbrella.

Her movements were very slow and gentle, as if she was standing under the eaves of Xinghuachunyu, waiting for her lover comfortably, and in the gap between these people, she just wanted to open the umbrella and go down for a while on a whim. Walk.

Just walk around.

It doesn't really matter, does it?

Umbrella opened.

People struck.

She didn't stop, she seemed to be strolling, and then walked over.

The snow is drifting, bit by bit.

She stepped onto the long bridge, during which she did not stop, not even turning her head.

The corpse behind him fell silently, as if he was dead, and he still hadn't figured out what happened.

After seven days, who would have guessed how many practitioners were still buried under the thick snow powder?

In fact, she is also a very indifferent person.

Song Wanzhi walked to the highest point of the long bridge, then stopped, and stood beside the bridge with an umbrella, looking into the distance.

She's in a bad mood right now.

Otherwise, she would not kill so coldly. If she was in a good mood, she would remind her before doing it, but now, she knew that as many people came today, she would probably kill as many people.

Sometimes she cherishes life very much, and always feels that even a flower and a grass should be cherished with all her strength, but sometimes, she feels that she has an inexplicable neglect of death from the bottom of her heart. No chance to do it again.

She lowered her head and gently wiped away the thick layer of snow powder accumulated on the long bridge. This long bridge has a long history, and after wiping it off, the pattern of the passionflower carved on it was somewhat blurred. Pressing her fingers on it, it was slightly rough, but she couldn't feel the coldness, because her hands were also a little numb from the cold in the snow.

She didn't know how long she had stood on the long bridge before she came back to her senses, and was about to continue walking down with an umbrella, when she saw a small boat floating slowly in front of the Zhao River.

That Ye Xiaozhou was probably the boat she heard coming just now.

Song Wanzhi has always been a person without curiosity, but now, she suddenly has an inexplicable feeling about Ye Xiaozhou in front of her.

I wanted to go out for a walk because I was in a bad mood. Besides her, who else would brave the heavy snow and walk in this uninhabited world?

Aren't such people lonely and desolate?

The snow was so heavy, it was as if a huge curtain had been opened between the heaven and the earth, and it was almost impossible to see clearly.

The leaf boat was approaching, but only saw a punter, wrapped in a thick cloak, standing at the stern, shaking once and for all.

Probably, it is the person who came home.

Song Wanzhi was inexplicably disappointed in his heart, and was about to leave, but at this moment, he saw the curtain in front of the small boat move slightly, and then, an umbrella was opened from the curtain in an instant, and then, people walked inside the small boat with the umbrella out.

Song Wanzhi took an inexplicable breath.

The umbrella was very big, half old, and made of rags. The umbrella handle was not purple bamboo, but green bamboo that can be seen everywhere in the mountains.

Such an umbrella is not beautiful, but it is very special.

Perhaps, there are only two in Zhaodu.

One of them was in her hand, and she was holding the umbrella.

Song Wanzhi smiled lightly.

She just wanted to open her mouth, but the people on the boat seemed to feel something, and then, the canopy of the umbrella was lifted slightly, and that ordinary face was raised just like that.

Amidst the heavy snow, the two eyes suddenly met.

(End of this chapter)