The Young Master Is Sick

When I pointed the sword at him, the smile in his eyes did not diminish, but became even brighter. A man dressed in white stands on the top of a mountain where snow lotus blooms. The north wind howls and blows through every corner of the snow-capped mountains. White snowflakes almost covered the entire mountain, and he remained motionless, letting the snowflakes fall lightly on his ink-like hair. The cold wind blowing from the north blew up the wide white silk. He whispered softly, not as charming as usual: "Alu..." I remained silent. He sighed longly, and there were eye lines at the corners of his eyes. His eyes were deep and distant, and I could never see through them. He didn't care how cold the sword was to the bone, but he stared into my eyes. "After ten years, I am finally tired." I feel in my heart that this is his delaying strategy. When he recovers his skills, he will definitely make a comeback, and the world will not be safe again. "A Lu, can you come with me?" His eyebrows were picturesque, as if he was looking forward to it. A pair of flawless white hands stretched out from the wide white robe. Unlike my hands, I did not have the softness and bonelessness that a woman should have. Good or bad. In fact, he already knew it. He just wanted to hear those words from my own mouth. But I was in a trance for a while, remembering that Jiang Hu Lu recorded him like this———— During the Xuan Miao years, the leader of the alliance led all the heroes on a boat trip. While he was in high spirits, a flower boat came across from the opposite side, singing and dancing, and it was very lively. A young man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his back, his expression was quite proud, and his eyes were like stars. One person asked: "Who are you?" The young man in white replied: "My surname is Shang." The man laughed loudly: "You kid, go home quickly, don't block the alliance leader's ship." The young man did not answer, and sat on the bow of the boat, playing a song of the morning. The song was long and lonely, and the listener felt sad. Just as the leader was about to speak, he heard a cry of surprise from someone else. It turned out that the person who had just spoken had his eyes exploded, and he looked like he was dead. The leader of the alliance waited for the boat to approach and asked loudly: "Can you tell me the boy's name?" The boy seemed not to have heard and drifted away with the boat. Three years later, everyone realized that his whole body and heart were filled with potent poison. Anyone who came into contact with him would die from the poison within three days. People in the world call him Jiu Gongzi. Xiaobai and Black-bellied Ninth Young Master raised his eyebrows. In the flickering candlelight, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his already somewhat feminine face softened slightly. He chuckled: "Alu, you have an expression on your face that says why is this guy still here? It's really interesting." Me: "..." Then what are you still doing here! ———————— I smiled awkwardly, showing my eight big yellow teeth, and said flatteringly, "Master, what's the matter?" He sighed: "The food was laced with Wanhong Powder, the wine was laced with Dream of the Day, and this drunken duck was laced with Heartbroken Poison." ———————— The red lips pursed slightly, a smile flashed in his eyes when he looked at me, and the hand he stretched out was whiter than snow. "Then drink this wine." He held a glass of wine in his sharp-knuckled hand, and the aroma of wine overflowed. Begging for support QAQ I can fight gangsters, be cute, be good in the kitchen, and be good in bed! ! [Cover face A weak girl with no moral integrity, no bottom line, and no standards! I just want to support TXT!