The air smells of wind and sand.

Chu Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky, and coughed in a daze, but the itch in his throat did not stop. The wind and sand were too strong, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

Then she couldn't help but "pop" twice, trying to spit out the sand in her throat.

“Um….”

Chu Yu was feeling uncomfortable, but suddenly a water bag appeared in front of him, and her eyes fell on the other party's hand.

His fingers were as slender and powerful as Qin Sheng's, but they were fair and delicate as Qin Sheng's carefully cared for, with bright joints and bright skin, and their skin was even more delicate than women. His hands looked like some kind of clean and slender bamboo, with clear joints and fine calluses on his fingers that were sharpened by holding swords all year round.

If you want to use one word to describe it, Chu Yu can only come up with a word used in words - vigorous and powerful.

...

Looking at the hand, Chu Yu was stunned. The scene seemed a little familiar, and that familiarity made her feel a strange sense of suffocation.

Chu Yu raised his head and looked at the other person's face blankly.

A pair of beautiful peach-colored eyes stared at her quietly on the familiar face of the young man, and his thin lips were a little cracked due to the wind and sand and the dry weather.

At that moment, Chu Yu's confused eyes began to turn red for no reason: "Jin...Jin Yao?"

"What's wrong, don't you drink?" Jin Yao looked at her, raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Don't you drink, let's forget it."

As he said that, he stopped and wanted to get the water bag back.

But Chu Yu suddenly raised his hand and pinched the bag, preventing him from moving.

Jin Yao looked down at her, and a faint light flashed in Taohua's eyes: "You..."

Chu Yu suddenly interrupted him with a hoarse voice, looked at him and smiled, then snatched the water bag, "Who... who said I won't drink it!"

As she said that, she opened the water bag and raised her head and took a sip.

The cold and sweet water slid down her throat and slid across the dry throat. The feeling of the whole person being soaked in the water made her narrow her eyes comfortably, and then sighed softly: "It's so delicious. It seems that I haven't drunk such delicious water for a long time. The sun in the desert can really destroy people."

Looking at the hydrated light on the soft pink lips of the woman in front of her, she became more and more vivid as if a fish was watered, and a complex light flashed in Jin Yao's eyes. Then she turned her face and said expressionlessly: "Well, drink, we'll have to hurry tomorrow."

Chu Yu was stunned, turned around and looked at the horizon, and found that the setting sun was gradually setting, dyeing the clouds in the sky red.

They had arrived at an oasis with tents. There were caravans stationed in this oasis, with people hustling and fireworks floating. But for some reason, Chu Yu felt that all the excitement was like a layer of gauze.

She always felt that something was missing, but she couldn't say it. She couldn't help but frown slightly, got up and leaned over to Jin Yao who was making fire, and pushed his waist with her hand, muttering: "Hey, do you think this is a little strange?"

"What's strange about it? The Third Master is now in prison. We finally got here. In two days, we will arrive at Jinfeng City. Don't have any more troubles, eat and sleep well." Jin Yao glanced at her and said coldly, then began to chew on the dry food in his bag.

Chu Yu glanced at the dry cakes in his bag, and had no appetite at all. When he saw his cold face and cold words, he couldn't help but feel a little breathless and snorted coldly: "It's only moths that give birth to moths, but only moths that give birth to moths, I can only give birth to people!"

After saying that, she turned around and squatted across the fire, raised her hand to roast the fire.

I don’t know why, but the moment before, she felt that the desert was so hot that it was so cold that the sun had just set.

Jin Yao seemed to have no intention of asking her to share the cake. He just glanced at her and continued to eat while adding firewood to the fire: "You are still so polite."

Chu Yu always felt a little strange when he heard this, and then raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "What do you mean that I always speak without restraint? I think leader Jin Yao is the practitioner who speaks without restraint."

Jin Yao looked at her and suddenly chuckled: "It's still like this."

Chu Yu snorted softly: "You are not the same, sharp and mean."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yu was in a trance for a moment and always felt that what he said was a bit strange.

Then she looked up at Jin Yao again, but saw that he looked calm and looked at him. The corners of his lips curled up a little, and he did not compete with him anymore.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Chu Yu saw that there seemed to be ripples in his peach blossom eyes, and there was something growing in a barren land, as if it was about to penetrate into her heart.

"Why are you here?" He suddenly sighed softly.

Chu Yu was a little confused and a little uneasy: "What?"

She wanted to take a closer look at the emotions in his eyes, but he suddenly turned around and said lightly: "Do you want to listen to the song? I remember you said you like it."

"Quzi?" Chu Yu was stunned and looked at Xiuying by the water. The sword spikes on his back were stained with blood into a dark red sieve that could not be faded, shaking a cold curve in the wind.

The black hair hanging down behind his hat was also a little messy by the night wind in the Gobi Desert. The blue clothes that were washed a little white and moved in the wind with the long weeds by the lake. There was inexplicably a cold and desolate smell of the strong wind.

Chu Yu stopped and suddenly felt that this scene reminded her of the lonely swordsman in the legendary book. The sword light shone in the fourteen states, neither good nor evil, and he was so rebellious that he was mean, but he could die for the confidant.

This scene was so familiar and so strange that she subconsciously bent her lips and smiled, "Okay."

While speaking, she lowered her head and handed the leaves in her hand to her mouth.

But at that moment, she looked at the leaves in her hand and her mind was stagnant again. How did she know that he could sing the song? When did she start to take the leaves?

At that moment, looking at his cold back, she couldn't help but give up her deep thoughts, pursed her lips and played a small tune gently.

Relieve his emotions so that the person next door will be furious directly by her.

Since Dae lost contact with Qin Sheng, Jin Yao's emotions have been very gloomy, especially when facing her, her rival.

It was a stage tune that has been circulated in Yunzhou for many years, melodious and melodious, singing a small separation between men and women.

It floats on the lake, set off by the faint night wind, and has a very good effect of calming people's hearts.

"This night, the galaxy river is like darkness, and the time passes like water. Only then can I realize that the fate of this life is over. I sing a song that will not give up. Who should stop it? I will make a jar of bitter wine to make lovesickness break the heart. Just go, but don't look back on the bridge, don't look back..."

A quiet and clear male voice suddenly rang out. The sound was clear and melodious, with a gentle and bitter taste. The artistic conception was so deep that Chu Yu was stunned.

She looked at the side face of the man who looked a little bit cold and handsome.

‘“Oh…your voice…can….”

She opened her mouth like a fish that could not breathe. She felt like she was hit hard in her heart, and the leaves in her hand fell down instantly.

Chu Yu looked at him blankly, feeling lost: "Jin Yao... did I... say the same thing?"

These words are so familiar, and these scenes seem to have seen them somewhere, but they seem to be a different world.

Jin Yao did not look back, but just turned slightly, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and said lightly: "Why are you drunk without drinking?"

Chu Yu looked at him, but felt like a thousand pounds on his head, and his whole mind became more and more drowsy. She shook her head and rubbed her eyebrows: "I...I don't know, but my head is a little dizzy and a little tired."

"Are you tired? Then go to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow to rush forward." Jin Yao's voice seemed to ring in her ears, with Qingling's gentle sigh.

Before Chu Yu felt uncomfortable and drowsy, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his hand with all his strength, and pulled his sleeve: "Where are you going?"

Jin Yao was pulled over by her sleeve, and her whole body seemed to be stiff. Then her voice was soft: "I won't go anywhere, it's here, I still have to guard you for the Lord, where can I go?"

Chu Yu suddenly felt relieved when he heard the pleasant voice. He stopped resisting his heavy pajamas. He fell asleep in a daze, and said in a daze: "Jin Yao... Your song is very good, but it's too sad. Don't sing it in the future... OK?"

The small tune of southern Jiangsu, the melodious and affectionate sorrow of separation in the boudoir, was sung by him, and the wind was whistling for thousands of years, and the water was cold. Even though there were thousands of troops, I was desolate and sad.

Jin Yao held her wrist, and the soft and delicate touch was on his fingertips. His peach blossom eyes slowly drooped. After a long time, he laughed lightly as if he was talking to himself: "I thought I was so unpleasant, at least for this, you..."

"What are you..." Chu Yu didn't hear it clearly, but felt that his voice was getting lower and lower, or that she was getting tired and could not hear it clearly.

Finally, he sighed softly, with an unspeakable emotion: "Well, I won't sing anymore, I will guard you here."

Chu Yu wanted to smile with satisfaction, letting his body soften, and his mind fell into the darkness. However, for some reason, at the last glance, he looked at his figure wearing a hat and couldn't see clearly, but suddenly felt something inexplicable - desolation and sadness.

She suddenly felt a little sad in her heart—

No, Jin Yao shouldn't be like this.

He is such a lonely but proud man, how could he be so desolate and sad?

...

But the darkness came too quickly, and sleepiness seemed to have grasped her firmly, allowing her to fall asleep completely.

I don’t know what night it will be.

...

The darkness is heavy and long.

When she woke up again, she was awakened by the noisy sound.

"Go!"

"Go away quickly, Qin Buying!"

"Miss... your kung fu is really getting better and better. I just don't know if your kung fu is powerful or my thunder bomb is powerful."

"Chu Yu!"

Those noisy sounds made her feel a headache.

Chu Yu held the wall, and the tip of his nose was filled with the strong smell of smoke and dust, and the burning smell of human body gathered together, which made her almost suffocate.

But soon, she was shocked and woke up instantly. Looking at the dark corridor in front of her and the explosion of smoke and dust, she suddenly felt her blood flowing back instantly.

At that moment, the black fog in her mind that made her unable to think seemed to dissipate in an instant.

In the suffocating air, she heard someone talking softly in front of her.

The man's face and body in front of him approached her body so clearly.

In the dim air, Jin Yao's handsome and cold face lines seemed to be softened rarely, but only a pair of peach blossom eyes were extremely bright, bright enough to burn.

"I didn't like you since I saw you on the first day. It would be a good thing if I could always hate you." He spoke lightly, but the voice inexplicably had a little pleasant smell.

His slender and clear hands, as strong as bamboo, now had a smell of dust and fireworks, and his fingertips gently stroked her tender cheeks, bringing a strange, numb and dangerous touch.
To be continued...