Then he saw a long arrow suddenly fly out of the treetops, and with a long whistle, stabbing obliquely into the air and plunging into the heart of one of the birds.

Then, with a "plop", the bird hit by the arrow fell straight down.

When the other bird saw this sudden change, it did not flee in panic, but hovered for a long time over the place where the bird's carcass had fallen, wailing.

The hunter, still on the ground, listened to the miserable cry of the remaining bird, and as if condemned by his conscience, he took back his bow, which had been drawn.

He put away his bow and arrows, stooped down and picked up the bird that had fallen to the ground into his prey bag, and was about to leave, when the bird, which was still hovering in the sky, suddenly crashed into a large rocky ground.

Seeing this, Lan Yutang's originally cheerful face suddenly showed a faint expression, I don't know if I was moved by the martyred bird, or remembered something sad.

Qingyan was also watching all this, and when he noticed that Lan Yutang's face had changed, he took his eyes back from the bird.

She stared at Lan Yutang coldly, and suddenly said sadly: If you also die like this bird, will those women who have been good with you also die for you like this bird, or will they shed tears for you?

Lan Yutang still didn't answer her immediately, just nodded and looked at the immortal jade flute in his hand that was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, suddenly sighed, and said with a wry smile: Of course there is.

Qingyan's gaze suddenly became sharp, like a sharpened awl, staring at him deadly, as if he wanted to insert it into his heart and see through his heart.

She even had an expression on her face that she didn't know whether it was mockery or suspicion, and suddenly sneered and said, "Oh, yes? There are still people who would really shed tears for a villain like you who betrayed your friends and betrayed your friends? So, can you tell me who is willing to shed tears for you? Is it Tsing Yi? Or Ding Yuehua?

A bleak light suddenly floated on Lan Yutang's forehead, and then, he inserted the immortal jade flute into his waist, shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said: No, it's a red willow.

Then, as soon as he turned around, he saw Hongliu pushing the door and leaving the Lonely Smoke Inn.

In the faint morning light, Hongliu was dressed in a green robe.

Her long, satin-smooth hair fell down like a waterfall and rested casually over her shoulders, slightly blown by the morning breeze like a weeping willow branch by the lake.

The morning sun of the distant mountains reflected her already slender and well-proportioned figure, which was even more slender and tall, and her posture was full of color, and her long shadows swayed in the morning light.

Hongliu seems to be in a particularly good mood today.

Her face was sunny, and her feet danced lightly.

She walked into the inn and saw Lan Yutang looking at her with a look of astonishment, but she didn't look surprised at all, as if she had known that Lan Yutang was here.

The filthy life of Guiyunzhuang did not leave any unbearable traces on her body, and her eyes still flashed with clear light.

And behind her, there were two more people, a man and a woman.

The man was slender and handsome, with a calm and generous demeanor, chic and decent, with a pair of immaculate hands, holding a light, thin, almost transparent short knife on the left and a white jade flute on the right.

The woman is very beautiful, young and cheerful, her eyes never take off the man's body, and she holds a plate of steaming fish-flavored eggplant in her hand.

Hongliu bypassed everyone's amazing and longing eyes, walked straight to Lan Yutang, and looked at him so intently, with a look of love and pity.

She stretched out her hand and brushed Lan Yutang's messy hair hanging down in front of her forehead, her clear eyes were so soft that they were about to flow out, and said softly: Where did you go yesterday, I waited for you all night, but you still didn't come back, what's wrong? You don't seem to have rested well, and your face is so bad.

Qingyan had been staring at her, watching her walk in, watching her comforting Lan Yutang with a caressed face, and an inexplicable light suddenly appeared on her face.

She gently walked up to Hongliu, held her chin with her thumb and forefinger and looked at it, and sneered: "Hey, what a peugeot face, you are Hongliu?"

As if she was very shy, Hongliu immediately lowered her head, but secretly glanced at her, secretly observing this woman who spoke boldly.

Then, he quickly looked away, took out a square towel from his arms, covered half of his face, lowered his head slowly, and his voice was so soft that it almost seemed like a mosquito buzzing, and said, "Hmm."

Qingyan smiled, smiling even more charmingly.

Her laughter not only makes men's hearts flutter, but even women feel an indescribable temptation.

Perhaps it was because of this that Hongliu hurriedly looked away, not daring to look at her again.

She could feel that the person who was talking to her at this moment was a ghostly woman, and there was an indescribable magic in her.

However, Qingyan didn't seem to feel Hongliu's embarrassment, she even stretched out her right hand, gently hugged Hongliu's waist, pointed at Lan Yutang and smiled, and said: If he dies, will you shed tears for him?

The voice of the red willow was still very soft, as light as a catkins falling on the water, as light as a trembling dew drop in the stamen, and then nodded, and said:

Yes, if he were really dead, I would have shed tears for three days and three nights until my eyes were dry and I could no longer shed a single tear.

Although I was just a prostitute in Guiyunzhuang, he had always been very good to me, never looked down on me, never felt that I was inferior, and he even liked me a little bit.

I think that in today's rivers and lakes, it is really rare to find a good man like him, so if he dies, I will definitely shed tears.

She stood there like this, whispering as if she were singing a beautiful song, but the song seemed too sad.

At this time, the black smoke and white smoke that were originally wailing and moaning on the ground suddenly jumped up, and then, with a "bang", tore off the hem of a piece of clothing, and tightly wrapped the fist that was almost broken.

After stopping the blood on his hands, he suddenly crossed in front of Hongliu left and right, and the expression on his face was angry and impulsive, like a leopard out of control.

They weren't soft-hearted because Hongliu was a beautiful woman, and they seemed to have transferred all their anger towards Lan Yutang to Hongliu.

After the fight just now, they knew that Lan Yutang was indeed not a very good character to deal with, but it was easier to deal with such a weak woman than to eat a muscle.

In the fight just now, although their fists had been shattered and cracked by Lan Yutang's palm power, they could no longer play so fast and fierce, but it should be more than enough to teach the little bitch in front of him who could almost be blown away by a breeze.

Hmph, this can't be blamed on the ruthlessness of the two brothers, who have no pity for the jade, if you want to blame it, blame why Hongliu is Lan Yutang's favorite woman.

Since they can't fight Lan Yutang, they have no choice but to be angry with Lan Yutang's woman.

Thinking of this, the black smoke suddenly flew up, picked up a large coarse porcelain bowl from the table next to him, and suddenly raised it to the left eye of the red willow, and sneered: Then you should quickly shed tears.

Bai Yan completely copied the footwork of Hei Yan's figure just now, picked up another large coarse porcelain bowl from the table, and suddenly raised it to Hongliu's right eye, his expression was even more cold, and said: If it doesn't flow now, I'm afraid it will be too late later.

Then, the two of them threw the large porcelain bowl in their hands to the ground, shattered it, and the fragments flew around, and then, in unison, they said: Because he is going to die.