"If you don't want to die, fight me." Beidou said in a deep voice, and then without giving him the slightest time to hesitate, the snow-white silk was already like a tornado, with a strong wind, rolling over.

Hongyan was startled, and immediately reacted, and a silver sword appeared in his palm, and the center of the sword was blood-red, which seemed to be a red snake pattern.

One red and one black, they became entangled, and many surrounding trees were destroyed.

Although Hongyan is a thousand-year-old snake demon, whether it is cultivation or martial arts, it is not as good as Beidou, so he was quickly defeated, glaring at him and watching the snow silk stab at his throat like a sharp sword.

It's just that it stopped more than a dozen centimeters from the neck.

Beidou put away the snow silk, leaned against the big tree, slid under the tree, tilted his head slightly, covered his eyes with his hands, and his breath was a little unstable.

"Venerable?" Hongyan put away the sword in his hand and looked at her with some confusion.

"Hongyan, why do you want to cultivate, thousands of years of cultivation, don't you feel bored and lonely?" Looking at the blue sky, she felt so empty, lonely, boring, and boring that she wanted to go crazy, is this the heart demon, the master said, every time she rises to a level, the stronger the heart demon becomes, if she can't survive it, will she lose her nature, become an evil demon, or become a machine that kills people without reason.

Looking at the person with loneliness and pain in his eyes, Hongyan's heart touched slightly, and he couldn't help but walk over, hesitated, and leaned under the tree, thinking about it.

"Hongyan itself is an ordinary flamingo snake, should have lived an ordinary life, maybe died of old age, or was killed by natural enemies, saying that he was caught by humans to make medicinal herbs, but one day, I was resting in the tree, and suddenly I don't know where a snow-white crane fell, I sucked his blood by mistake, and then changed my physique, and then the owner of the crane came to look for it, and saw that the crane was dead, and he didn't blame it, but said that since I met, it was also a fate, so he taught me the method of cultivation. ”

"Later, after I began to try to cultivate, I had the wonder of power, so I indulged in it, and I practiced day and night, and I didn't feel tired, and before I knew it, it was a thousand years over, and the Venerable asked me why, maybe it was just a habit, I was used to cultivation, so I went with the flow, and then I always thought, I don't know if I will succeed in cultivation in the future, and I can't see the owner of the crane, maybe I should apologize to him. ”

"I don't know what the point of cultivation is, I just know to do what I want. ”

"Do whatever you want...... is a very simple word, but in the world, who can do it easily.

"Hurry up, the sound is there, there seems to be a fight. In the distance, some voices rang out.

Beidou frowned and looked in that direction, it seemed that quite a few people had come here.

"Venerable, do you want to avoid it?" Hongyan reminded.

Beidou nodded, stood up, and raised his wrist, Hongyan had turned back into a red bracelet.

Beidou turned around and quickly disappeared into the forest.

When night falls, the lights in Azure City are bright, and it is even more lively than during the day.

Walking through the flow of people, it was different from seeing the world in the sky last night, but feeling it closer, but what she felt was still only one feeling, that empty feeling as if she was isolated.

In the distance, the red light hung high, and there was laughter, and the laughter like silver bells sounded as if it was really happy and happy, but was it really like this?

Beidou looked at that place, the plaque hanging on the high pavilion had three words written on it, painting Lou Chun, a goulan brothel.

Looking at the fake smiling faces, she frowned, but she walked over.

Someone seemed to want to stop her at the door, so she casually took out a gold ingot from the ring and threw it over, and walked indifferently inside.

The man next to him said something and ran away.

She walked on her own, watching casually, and the smell of rouge gouache mixed with all kinds of wine smelled unpleasant, at least for her.

The first floor is quite clean, although it is also very lively, but fortunately there is no such excessive **.

An old bustard approached.

Before the old bustard could say anything, she spoke coldly, "Open a separate private room for me and prepare some drinks." ”

When women come to the Qinglou, most of them have only one purpose, that is, to catch the adulterer, and the old bustard originally thought that this was the case, but the myth of the Beidou made her stunned.

Beidou was a little impatient, and casually threw a silver ticket, "Hurry up." ”

"Oh, well, this young lady, please come with the slave family. Seeing the face value on the silver ticket, the old bustard suddenly smiled like a chrysanthemum and took Beidou upstairs.

"Miss, but I want to listen to the piano music, which should be the right thing for the occasion. "The bustard is just a habitual question.

I didn't think about it, but Beidou nodded, "Call someone who can play the piano over." With that, he entered the room.

The house faces west, just in time to see the beautiful night view of the lake in the distance, and it is beautiful to be lit up everywhere before the festival.

Soon, the door was pushed open, and drinks were brought in, along with a woman.

"Hehe, Miss, someone brought it, what else does Miss command. The old bustard said flatteringly.

"Play the tune and listen to it. Beidou just leaned against the window and said casually.

The woman glanced at the bustard, and when she was instructed, she could only go to the piano table in the room, put down the piano, raised her hand, and began to play.

Just a tone, Beidou frowned and interrupted impatiently, "It's okay, Qin stays, everyone goes out, and send some more wine." ”

If it weren't for Beidou's refreshment, they would have thought she was really here to find fault.

No matter what kind of guests, as long as there is money, who will have trouble with money, the old bustard greeted him with a smile, and then turned around and went out.

After a while, a few jugs of wine were brought in again.

Skimming the wine on the table, Beidou walked over, poured a glass, and drank it gently.

The spicy wine enters the throat, and then it burns like a burning sensation, but this feeling carries a kind of pleasure.

Beidou pulled the corners of his mouth, threw away the quilt directly, picked up a pot of wine, removed the lid, and drank it directly, completely without his image.

A pot of wine in the stomach, the whole person with a sense of heat, eyes are also a little red, but the thoughts are getting clearer, the empty feeling in the heart is getting clearer and clearer, I just want to fill it with something.

Picking up another pot of wine, he slowly walked to the piano table, sat on the chair casually, lightly tapped the strings with one hand, and plucked without any rules, as if someone who could not play the piano at all was deliberately playing.

The sound of the tinkling came from the house, disturbing the neighbors, and many people began to protest because it was a terrible noise.

The old bustard can only keep laughing and taking people's money, they are all guests, and she can't be offended.

With a click, the third flask fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The sound of the piano is as harsh as if it is used to vent.

"Master, do you need ......" The black-clothed guard frowned when he saw his master, and hurriedly asked.

The man in fancy clothes waved his hand, "Let Hua Gu come over." ”

"Yes. ”

Hearing the summons of the black-clothed guard, the old bustard's face suddenly changed, he was in a cold sweat, and he didn't care about comforting those guests, so he hurriedly went upstairs and entered a certain private room.

"That, Seventh Master, I don't know ......"

"Don't beat around the bush, what's going on?" the man interrupted her polite words impatiently.

"That, that's a female guest, maybe drunk, this, the slave family will deal with it. ”

"The female guest, it is strange, the woman also goes to the brothel to have fun. The man sneered, but he didn't have much interest, and said impatiently, "Whoever it is, get out." "The noise gave him a headache.

"Yes," the bustard apologized and wanted to quit.

But at this moment, the original chaotic sound of the piano as noise changed, and the sluggish and lingering tune came out. Let people's hearts stop for a moment repeatedly.