This jade flute is so crystal clear that its presence is almost invisible, as if it has become one with these hands.

However, when the beautiful sound of the flute slowly flowed out of these seven jade holes, it was like grape wine slowly poured out of a white jade pot.

Before he could drink it, he was drunk.

The flute is very beautiful, and the sound of the flute is even more beautiful, but everyone knows that this is also a murderous jade flute.

The owner of this flute was originally the immortal jade flute Lan Yutang, but no one knew why it was in the hands of the fast knife Xiang Fang at this moment.

If you really want to know the reason, there is only one explanation, Lan Yutang has died in his hands.

But how could such a poetic pair of hands take a dead man's things?

Although the flute is not the original owner, the song that flows out of the round hole of the jade flute is the original tune, the song of the phoenix night.

The song is also beautiful, as beautiful as a song.

The Phoenix Night Fantasy Song is also a murderous song, but I don't know if Xiang Fang will use this song to kill people, and who will he kill with this song.

Quick knife Xiang Fang has always used a knife to kill.

His knife hung from his waist, a thin knife, as thin as a piece of paper, as thin as a grain of ice, so thin that even the blade could not be seen.

In fact, no matter how thin the knife is, it will have a blade, and it can be seen with a blade, so why can't a knife with a fast knife facing the square be invisible?

This is because he is extremely fast, as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, and because when he kills, the other party is just paying attention to his poetic and beautiful hands.

Xiang Fang's hand and Xiang Fang's knife are the same color, so when his thin sword pierces the opponent's chest, the other party still thinks that his hand is empty.

Whether it is an enemy killed by his sword or an enemy killed by his hand, as long as it is the person who wants to kill in the direction, no one can escape.

However, in the rivers and lakes, Xiang Fang's hand is far more famous than Xiang Fang's knife.

Any woman who has seen Xiang Fang wants to follow him for the rest of her life, but this is not just because he is a very handsome person, but because of his hands.

These are poetic and wonderful hands.

As long as she can be with Xiang Fang for the rest of her life, then Xiang Fang's hand will become her hand, and it is every woman's dream to have such hands.

There is another kind of woman.

They want to cut off Xiang Fang's hand and throw it into the bottomless abyss, never to reappear, because his hand is gone, and her hand can become the most beautiful hand in the world.

However, the women who wanted to cut off Xiang Fang's hand and throw it into the abyss were already dead.

Even when they were dying, they thought that Xiang Fang's poetic and beautiful hands were caressing their chests.

In fact, at that time, Xiang Fang's thin knife had already pierced her chest, the transparent knife, the transparent hand, the transparent chest, and even the smile on his face was transparent.

Xiang Fang had never liked to kill people with these hands, because he felt that a perfect pair of hands like this should not be glued to the smell of blood.

Therefore, every time he kills someone, he has to use a knife, and even when he uses a knife, he will never let this thin knife get blood drops on it.

When he kills with this thin knife, it is like playing a tune with a white jade flute.

He stabbed the thin knife into the opponent's chest without getting a drop of blood, so what kind of speed did he shoot with?

Perhaps, only those who have really felt it can say it, but those who have felt it have long since become dead people, and even if the dead can speak, the living people will not understand it at all.

That's why he called the quick knife to the square.

Although there are so many women who like Xiang Fang, there are few women by his side.

Since so many women are willing to marry him, why should he be alone?

No one can understand this truth.

Because I can't understand it, many people want to understand it, and if they understand it, they can marry him, marry him, and only those who have him can have his beautiful hands like poetry.

And Sycamore is one of these people, and he is the most patient one.

Sycamore's hands are also slender and delicate, even to the point of perfection.

She even believes that the reason why those drinkers run to Wutong Restaurant twice in three days is not because the wine here is good.

The drunkard doesn't mean to drink, the reason why they come to her field every day rain or shine is because of her hands.

And Wutong is also willing to let people see her proud hands.

Every time she went to the guest's table to collect money, she was always so generous, so happy to reveal her white, tender hands from the long sleeves, and only slowly retracted it when the guest was stunned and obediently placed the silver in her palm.

If you want to take a few more looks, you can only drink an extra bowl of wine and pay an extra amount of silver.

Therefore, the business of Wutong Restaurant is very good, within a radius of 100 miles, you may not have heard of the flag town, but you must have heard of Wutong Restaurant.

Everyone says that Wutong's hands are the most beautiful hands in the world, and she herself thinks that her hands are the most beautiful in the world.

However, a year ago, when Xiang Fang finished drinking in the Wutong Restaurant and took out the silver from her arms to pay her, all her self-confidence was defeated.

She didn't even dare to pick up the silver handed to Fang's almost flawless hands.

She had never seen such beautiful hands in this world, and she was even more unconvinced that there were more beautiful hands in this world.

And such a good-looking pair of hands grows on a man's body.

It would be fine if her hands were ugly, but her hands were so beautiful.

She really didn't want her hands that thought she was the most beautiful in the world to be overshadowed in front of Xiang Fang's poetic and beautiful hands, so her hands never stretched out from her sleeves.

Her body seemed to freeze suddenly, unable to move, unable to move, so she had to smile at Xiang Fang reluctantly, and said: Your wine, count me as a treat.

However, Xiang Fang's body didn't even move, but just pushed the silver in his hand in front of her again, as if he wanted her to see his poetic hands more clearly.

Wutong had to say it again, saying: Your wine, count me as a treat.

Xiang Fang looked at her, as if it was a little strange, stood up, put the silver on the table, and then, turned around, showed a lazy smile at her, and said lightly: I never drink other people's wine.

With that, he walked out.