Mei Xiao laughed: "Even if I rebel tomorrow and use the martial arts you taught me to kill you?"
Bailisu laughed a few times, picked him up and said, "People are bound to die, Xiao. What's wrong with dying in your hands?"
The grievances and grievances of Jianghu are inevitably a bit colorful in the poetry of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. In Mei Xiao's innocent chivalrous dream, right and wrong were clear and clear, but fate's trick caused him to instantly fall from the pure and fragrant dream of the White Plum Garden into the shadowy and longing black reality.
PS: Unfortunately I hit a bottleneck after writing the second volume, so I took a few days off and waited until I found some inspiration and made an outline before continuing.
We met for the first time on Peach Blossom Ferry and met again at Luomei Villa. One was happy, one was sad, one was in love, and one was in hatred. The handsome and handsome young man waved his folding fan lightly and turned his world upside down while talking and laughing. From then on, it was difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, love and hate.