Water Ripples

There were many people sitting in the hall, and their eyes were all focused on the woman in red drinking tea leisurely at the end of the hall. The woman was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was ordinary in appearance, but the majesty emanating from her body made people have to respect her. "Master Shui Pavilion, your men killed eighty-two of my disciples, what's your explanation?" A man in green clothes stood up in the hall, holding a folding fan tightly in his hand, politely. The woman in red looked at him with an expression that seemed to be sarcastic. With a look of awe, he was indeed worthy of being the master of Luoyue Pavilion. Even his eyes could kill someone. Suddenly, a burly man stood up with a "swish" and an imposing manner. "Shui Wulian, our Jinxiu Villa has no grudges against you, why did you kill my senior brother! I insist on you, a witch, to pay with blood today!" The sound was like a loud bell, and it hit the ground. Everyone present heard it, and the atmosphere in the hall became even weirder. Silence, deathly silence. Everyone is speculating on what will happen to those who offend Luoyue Pavilion. Die? Or is life worse than death? The woman in red frowned and said coldly: "How about blood debt?" After saying this, people in the hall began to talk and whisper, and the meeting hall became noisy for a while. … "I wonder what kind of trouble will be caused between Jinxiu Villa and Luoyue Pavilion this time?" "Yes, yes, if there is going to be a fuss, Yuqinzhuang doesn't know what action he will take." "It should be to help Jinxiu Villa get rid of Luoyue Pavilion. If Luoyue Pavilion is eliminated, Yuqin Villa will be number one in the world." … The woman's frown deepened, she glanced at the hall, turned and walked towards the inner hall. "Damn it! Where are you going?" The big man roared, and the hall immediately fell silent. Everyone forgot to breathe, waiting for the farce to continue. The man in green clothes stretched out his hand to stop the big man and shook his head. The woman in red turned around, her eyes as dark as the abyss, and she forced herself to suppress her anger. "I hope you won't be rude." The whole place was in an uproar. Sure enough, Luoyue Pavilion was always Luoyue Pavilion, and things were always divided into priorities. "Damn it, I can do whatever I want, okay?!" The big man seemed to be deliberately trying to get into trouble with the woman, and he spoke louder this time. The woman's face turned pale in an instant. She was angry. She would never allow anyone to insult her mother! No way! There was a dagger in his hand, and a bone-chilling chill shone beneath his soft hair as long as a waterfall and as black as ink. No one saw clearly when she took action. Like a gust of wind, red flashed, and the sharp and exquisite dagger was pressed against the big man's neck. The big man stretched out his hand to resist, but blood flowed down his neck and onto his clothes. As fast as lightning! The white shadow flashed past, and the sword peak tore through the woman's red dress. The woman reacted, waved her left hand, and Bai Ying was shaken three meters away! Immediately, Bai Ying stopped in the hall, and the slap just now did not hurt him at all. Everyone was shocked. Very few people could survive under Shui Wulian's palm, let alone remain unscathed. Who is this man in white? ? "Wu Lian, that's good, you've made a lot of progress." The man in white's eyes are calm and tranquil, and his perfect face profile makes people look intoxicated from the side. "Why are you here?!" Wu Lian was a little surprised, he... Actually came. "Yes, I'm here." The man in white approached Wu Lian with a graceful demeanor, the corners of his mouth curved in a perfect arc, and the gentleness in his eyes was looming. If there were other women in this hall, they would probably scream. "Nangong Xuanmo!?" Someone in the hall exclaimed, and everyone knelt down. The arrogant man just now also showed fear in his eyes. The only people who didn't kneel were the disciples of Luoyue Pavilion. They will not surrender to anyone except Shui Wulian. The man in white is indeed Nangong Xuanmo. Apart from Nangong Xuanmo, there is probably no one else in this world with such a prominent status, such martial arts skills, and such beauty. Even the emperor was shocked and jealous when he saw him. In the eyes of people in the world, he is equal to a god. Immaculate God. "Get up, there's no need to be polite." The voice is like the sound of nature that fascinates people and makes them unable to extricate themselves. Wu Lian stood aside, watching all this calmly and with surprise. Nangong Xuanmo, who had been so busy all day that she couldn't sleep enough, actually found time to come. No matter what the reason was, her most respected master was still here. Thinking about it, a smile spread across his lips. Everyone in the hall was surprised. The master of Luoyue Pavilion was known for her indifference, but she... Actually smiled! Her smile was pure and happy, and her ordinary face became soft and vivid in an instant, which was better than any beauty or enchantment. "Mr. Nangong, the Master of the Water Pavilion has killed eighty-two of my disciples. I hope you will make a decision." Maybe it was too much fear, or maybe it was admiration, but the rude man actually became gentle. Nangong Xuanmo's hand held Wu Lian's hand, and she said softly but irresistibly—— "This is my unmarried wife."