The pastoral wife of the evil leader

Chapter 89 The Drunken Moon Injured (2)
She Huahua will definitely work hard to create her own sky and her own warm home.

Thinking of the baby in her belly, Hua Hua felt much better, she shook her head abruptly, with a flowery smile on her face, striding forward towards a bright future.

On the ten-mile long street, an ordinary-looking commoner woman walked leisurely in front, and behind her, a handsome man in a fiery red shirt followed step by step, attracting many passers-by to watch.

"God, whose young master is so handsome, I have never seen such a fairy-like person."

The aunt who sells vegetables by the street looked at Zuiyue and admired her again and again, and she didn't even see that the vegetable buyer walked away with a handful of green onions.

Pedestrians on the road, regardless of men, women, old and young, are all for this luxurious red-clothed man who seems to be out of place here.

That person, however, didn't seem to sense the gazes of the people around him. He just looked at the people five steps away in front of him. In his eyes, there was some madness, some fear and helplessness, and some tenderness...

No matter how slow her perception was, Hua Hua also noticed something strange, but she pretended not to know. After walking for a long time, seeing that there were fewer people around her, she turned around, looked at the people behind her, and frowned deeply.

The two of them watched like this for a long time, Hua Hua remained silent, turned around and walked into the nearby gambling house.

It was still a noisy and chaotic room, full of market atmosphere, this time, Hua Hua made a full ten taels of silver in less than an hour because she had a capital of one tael. Sneaked out again before.

Behind him, there was always a man in red, following closely. These two strange combinations have always been the focus of attention of passers-by.

I bought a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts at a small stall, and ate them while walking slowly, admiring this ancient market, walking one street after another, fully enjoying the fun of a shopping madman.

"How long are you going to stay?"

Walking to a sparsely populated alley, the leisurely pace finally stopped, Huahua turned around and looked at the people behind her.

"lifetime."

It was dusk, and under the setting sun, that person was all fiery red, a little so red that he was lonely. The flower of hell beside the Santu River had always bloomed alone, against a blood-colored sky.

"I do not know you."

Hua Hua looked at him, and said lightly, in one sentence, he completely separated the relationship.

Huahua is actually just purely angry, angry, because half of this person's responsibility, the second uncle suffered such a serious injury, in addition, the more reason is that she has no idea at all, what kind of identity this Zuiyue is .

She flowers, do not want to live in ignorance.

Turning around, he was about to leave, but suddenly he heard the sound of a sharp knife entering his body, and the steps of leaving stopped abruptly like that.

When he turned around again, his pupils constricted instantly.

The standing person seemed to be unable to dodge in time, and the long knife that sneaked up from behind directly passed through the shoulder blade, and drops of blood fell down the sharp blade, leaving a coquettish bright red on the ground.

She thought that his blood was also cold, but it turned out that it was also hot.

"People from the Demon Cult should be killed."

Huahua looked at the person who stabbed Zuiyue in the back in surprise, who was Liu Xingfeng, the yamen servant in the magistrate?Normally he looked kind-hearted, but now he looked cold and heartless.

It seemed that Zuiyue herself was shocked by the sudden appearance of the person, she turned her head and looked at him inexplicably, until the sharp knife was pulled out from his body and slashed at him again, then he turned his head and dodged , barely dodged, falling a few steps away.

The flowers standing behind Zuiyue looked at the red shirt on his shoulders, and there was blood red, so dark that it was a bit dazzling.

"I have no enmity with you."

Zuiyue frowned slightly, looking at the person pointing at him with a knife in front, she became more and more puzzled.

"Don't share the sky!"

Liu Xingfeng didn't have time to talk to anyone at all, he turned the blade in his hand, and slashed at Zuiyue with lightning speed.

In less than a cup of tea, the two had fought more than ten moves, the shadow of the knife was like lightning, and the red clothes were like the wind, it was impossible to see the specific details clearly.

After finally recovering from the stunned flowers, looking at the little plums falling on the ground, I felt a little pain in my heart.

"stop!"

Seeing the gap where the two of them landed on the ground, Huahua rushed to Zuiyue at a speed like the wind, blocked the person behind her, and looked at the bearded man defensively, "You are not allowed to touch it!" he!"

"Girl, go away, this matter has nothing to do with you, I don't want to hurt the innocent."

Liu Xingfeng looked at the flowers standing in front of Zuiyue, with a trace of impatience in his eyes.

"He is my husband-in-law, why is it none of my business?" Hua Hua refused.

"go away!"

Liu Xingfeng became a little angry.

"Why!?"

Huahua said nothing to let her go. At this time, Zuiyue behind her suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged the person in front of her into her arms, "Lady, the position in front is originally for her husband. Be good, stand by the side." Go, the husband will solve it immediately."

After finishing speaking, he gently sent the flowers behind him, and slowly walked towards the person opposite. The smile on his face was enchanting and bloodthirsty, "I would like to ask, how did you know the identity of this seat? This seat has never Don't show your true colors."

Since he stepped into that position at the age of 15, he has never taken off that mask in front of outsiders. Anyone who has seen his true face has already entered hell, except for a few people around him.

"The second layer of ice palm of Xuanbing Jue, besides the leader of the Demon Cult, who else in the world would know it?" When Zuiyue wanted to use the Xuanbing Jue to detoxify the flowers, Liu Xingfeng could tell at a glance, but he never It's just looking for an opportunity to break the mystery.

"Ice Palm?"

After thinking for a while, the doubt in Zuiyue's eyes dissipated in an instant, and it became clear in her eyes.

"That means I can't keep you anymore."

The faint words are full of bloodthirsty arrogance, and the figure flashes, and it goes straight to the opposite person.

Liu Xingfeng raised the knife and chopped down with great strength, but was easily caught by two slender fingers. The person in front of him was the same as before.

Zuiyue raised her hand and pinched the not-thin blade to bend it. The blade was broken into two pieces like brittle wood. The strong back force went along the blade and reached Liu Xingfeng's hand, followed by a numbness. With a "bang bang", half of the blade landed on the ground.

When Liu Xingfeng raised his head again, there was already a broken blade around his neck, and the sharp point had penetrated half a finger into the skin, and immediately bright red blood slid down the blade with a hint of cold air.

"With your little ability, Your Excellency still wants my life?"

Seeing the man frowned, Zuiyue's mouth curved into a sarcastic arc.

(End of this chapter)