The moon emitted a charming glimmer of light illuminating the earth. The snow had gradually stopped, leaving only scattered snowflakes scattering in the sky. The earth looked even more snow-white, like a huge velvet blanket.

Amid the messy dog ​​barking, a caravan slowly moved forward on the snow. The khaki wolfhound was gasping for breath, and white mist sprayed out from his mouth and nose, running forward with all his might. The cargo on the ice truck far exceeded their carrying capacity, but they were still able to walk as fast as they fly. The driver's whip technique is very good, and he can always make a snap sound when he waves. The whip does not hit the ground, but stirs the air in the air and makes a sound. As the whip is swinging, the khaki wolfhound can always find the right direction to move forward.

The two ice trucks behind the caravan are quite special. They have no goods, but they are covered like houses, embroidered with brocade embroidered with exquisite patterns on the partitions, and copper bells are hung on the eaves of the four corners, making a crisp sound while walking. The decoration inside is more magnificent than outside, like a warm and soft bed. In addition to the soft quilt and the beautiful patterns on the partitions, there is also a portrait of a naked beauty hanging on the partitions, and the figure is full of fantasy. At this time, the wealthy businessman was lying naked on the quilt with a beautiful woman, looking like two balls of red and white bacon.

The rich business lady who was originally on the ice car behind was following the ice car, and the cold wind was lying in the car. The man was covered in blood. The snow-white fox fur coat under him had long been dyed red. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were a little dispersed, and a long sword was inserted into his chest, which trembled slightly with the shaking ice car. He pressed the wound with one hand and the other tightly held the hand of the woman in the red fox fur beside him, muttering: "Sister Qian, go quickly, as long as you leave the Qilin Basin, someone will pick you up. I can no longer do it, I can only drag you down." The woman was crying, her round and lively eyes turned red, and tears rolled down from her cheeks like broken beads. A few eye-catching freckles on her cheeks became clearer by the tears.

The woman choked and said, "I won't leave, we will die together even if we die." The man's breath became weaker and weaker, but he still tried hard to say, "You...you are pregnant with my flesh and blood, and you can't...can't let him die in a dead baby." "Cough cough" The man coughed twice, and then said intermittently: "As long as...as long as you... are alive..., someone will avenge me..." In the end, the man's voice was almost unheard, and the woman still listened quietly, and tears fell silently, dripping on the man's pale face, shattering.

The woman's shrill howls stirred the night sky, confused in the cold wind. The wealthy business lady who was following the car looked at the ice car with pity, and then asked the maid beside her: "Is that man dead?" The maid whispered: "I think so!" The khaki wolfdog seemed to run faster when he heard the wail. Perhaps they had already thought that if they ran faster, the person might not die.

The inn in the southeast corner of East Street in Qilin Town is still deserted, as if it was cursed, and there are fewer and fewer guests in the hall. The man in a moon-white robe is still sitting on the table at the door, drinking wine, and the beef on the plate has not moved. He has drunk most of the pot of wine, and his face is light flushed. His eyes are as if they are attracted by the heavy curtains hanging on the door, and he always takes a look with every tilt.

Old Man Zhu and Zhu changed a table, which was the one that had been sat on by a man and a woman in the southeast corner. Zhu Zhu was holding a chicken leg in her hand and was eating with relish, while Old Man Zhu was casually banging on the table.

The hall seemed very dull, and even the waiter sat listlessly on a table next to the counter, with his hands on his chin and began to feel sleepy. The owner of the shop yawned and said to himself: "There is no business to do, and it's too nasty. It seems that no new customers will come tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the thick curtain had been opened and the door was knocked open. When he walked into someone, he was a woman wearing a fiery red fox fur. She was holding someone in her arms, the man with her. The man was covered in blood and looked like he was asleep. What's strange is that a long sword was inserted into his chest, which was a bit scary no matter how he looked.

When the woman in the fiery fox fur entered the door, the man in the moon-white robe had a flash of light in his eyes, and then he returned to calm and began to drink as if nothing had happened. Zhu Zhu was a little scared and forgot to chew the chicken in her mouth, and stared at the woman in a daze. Old Man Zhu knocked on the table twice and signaled him not to look, but for some reason why Zhu Zhu always felt that something was pulling his mind on the woman.

"Boss, I still want that room." An object flew out of the woman in the fiery fox fur and landed steadily on the counter. This was a bracelet, green and verdant. You could tell at a glance that it was the best jade. If it was converted into silver, it would be a lot. Before the boss could respond, the woman had already walked up the stairs. He wanted to refuse, but since he saw the long sword on the man's chest, his courage became very small. He did not stop him, but shouted to the waiter: "Why are you standing there? Why don't you open the door?" The waiter was shocked and ran away with the key.

The moonlight at midnight was cold and bright, and light and shadows were scattered through the window. Old Man Zhu was not there, and Zhu Zhu was the only one left. He said he would do something and would come back soon. When he left, he asked Zhu Zhu to go to bed early, but he never came back. Zhu Zhu, who had already fallen asleep soundly at this time, could not sleep at all. The scene he saw in the inn hall kept lingering in his mind and could not be gone. He still remembered the couple when his grandfather brought him to this inn

The man and woman of the same person are here. One of them is wearing a snow-white fox fur coat and the other is wearing a fiery red fox fur coat, like two pure-bred fox fur coat. The man is elegant and romantic, and the woman is more charming and charming. Standing together, the two are the incarnations of handsomeness and beauty. To them, it is just a normal life for them. In the eyes of others, they are like fairies and couples full of envy and yearning. Even Zhu Zhu can't help but secretly envy at such a young age.

The man in the snow-white fox fur coat rarely talks to others. In addition to saying a few simple words to the shop owner, he often stays by the woman and whispers to her. Although he doesn't know what he said, it can be judged that he is a passionate and full of life interest from the woman's face. A day ago, the man in the snow-white fox fur coat was still laughing and alive, but now he has become a corpse. What Zhu Zhu saw between life and death was not sadness, but deep and difficult to hide the loneliness. Just like a tooth that could once chew dragon meat suddenly collapsed, leaving empty melancholy.

The room of a man and a woman is opposite his room, and most of the time, there is no sunshine on the north side.

The woman looked at the corpse on the bed deeply and sadly. The man's once handsome face had turned into a dead gray-white. The snow-white fox fur coat was noisy and dazzling blood red at this time. She did not take it off. In her eyes, this was the color of the man's life. The long sword that took his life was now standing horizontally on the table near the window. The blood had been wiped out by the woman, revealing dazzling white under the moonlight.

The woman muttered to herself: "I know you don't want to come here again, but I have no choice. I can't find a doctor except for a hundred miles of Qilin Town." The woman choked up a few times, and said in a low and hoarse manner: "Don't blame me, I just want you to be buried in peace. Qilin Town is a good place, I'll give you it to dawn." The woman burst into tears again, and her spiritual eyes turned into a mountain spring at this time.

The tight window was windless at this time, and when it opened to a foot, it suddenly stopped. A figure appeared in the quiet moon shadow. The cold wind blew in from the window, and the moon-white robe fluttered with the wind. "You are finally here!" The woman sat on the leather chair without turning around, her eyes still fell on the gray-white face of the corpse, and her eyes were filled with tenderness. There was a dagger in her hand, like the one that the man in the snow-white fox fur had used. If you look closely, it was obviously it was.

Under the moonlight, the handsome face of the man in the moon-white robe was like a stone sculpture, calm and silent. "Super it, you can bury him quietly." The man's voice was as cold as the moonlight. "Then you have to wait for you to step over my body." The woman said quietly. "Although I don't have that interest, I won't refuse if I really need it." The man still said coldly, motionless. "Maybe I can do it for you." The breeze swept, and there was another person in the room, and the dress of the fur merchant and housekeeper could not hide the sharpness of Old Man Zhu at this time.
Chapter completed!