Off Mirror Autumn

BOOM!"

Along with the sound of heavy objects landing on the ground, the sound of suppressed gasps came faintly.

Qiaoyue, who was breathing through her veins, suddenly opened her eyes, only to see a black shadow breaking out of the window. She trembled in her heart and immediately jumped after it.

In a moment, two people like two black dots, flickering on the roofs of various houses and streets, and branches.

At the top of a restaurant, the black shadow slowed down.

She chased after it, but saw Li Baoqiu abruptly and sharply land on the ground, and in a moment bounced high in the air.

"Ah..."

A shriek.

Qiaoyue saw a person under the raised arm of Li Baoqiu. Under the dim street light, the cold smile on his twisted and hideous face seemed like cold light rushing towards her, but there was no sign of her in his hollow eyes, only strong violence. He gasped and violently lifted the horrified struggling man in his hands.

"Newspaper Autumn, don't!" The moment she shrieked, the man had already had one of his arms viciously torn off by Li Baoqiu. The sound of fractured flesh and bone shocked Qiaoyue a stumble, trying to save the person thrown out of the ice silk, rolled that screaming man in the air bewildered swayed, watching the fall to the ground, she came to her senses, busy the man rolled peacefully to the ground.

Li reported the shadow of the autumn has disappeared.

Qiaoyue chest pain, careless of the wounded innocent man, flying to chase. However, the whole city turned over, but no longer see the raging man.

Sweat has soaked through the heavy shirt. She was so tired that she fell on the eaves of the Mirror Heart Building, smashing a tile to pieces.

In the blurred vision, a figure shuddered at the sound.

She was overjoyed and turned her head.

Under the wide night curtain, Li newspaper autumn stiff as a stone, standing alone and hard on the roof.

Distant buildings swaying lights through the heavy night, is the shimmering light of the stars, illuminated by his messy blood-stained corners, overflowing in the night shimmer, gently and silently spread, spread ...... bridge moon closed his eyes.

He killed people again. I don't know how many people.

Qiaoyue got up and slowly approached him.

"Sister, please, don't follow me anymore!" Li newspaper Qiu openly vacated his body to avoid, his face as white as paper, "I have long been what Kunlun Li newspaper Qiu, with your fellow discipleship has been broken, I, do not want to see you again!"

Hoarse, pathos, desperate voice by the cold wind blowing in the face, the wind head like cut.

"Sister, report autumn have learned!" When he was ten years old, he always followed her, raised his bright jade-like face, and danced the sword technique she taught him like flowing water, "I'll dance for you to see, okay?"

"Senior sister put it down quickly." Fifteen years old, he was already a handsome young man, but just like her personal guard, "I'm here, how is it your turn to do the rough work!"

Later, she was no longer his sister, but the daughter of the Lord of the Demon Cult, everyone shouted at the demon girl, spurned by black and white, desperate, only to follow the people of the Demon Cult to the tiger's den, at the mercy of others or slaughter, as a puppet-like new master.

Under the Kunlun Mountain, she frequently looked back. But the green hills are lofty, but no one is there. The master has severed ties with her, and he, too, did not come to see her off.

He was right, wiping tears, then she thought, he is Kunlun righteous young man, not with her this demon girl goodbye good, save the stain. Even if he came, she will scold him back.

The bridge moon slowly put down his arm, a lump in his throat, the night in her eyes haloed open.

Once she opened her mouth, her voice was soft and quiet as she said, "Fine. I won't follow you anymore."

In front of the gates of the Xiao family fortress, a long light, covered with scarlet gauze, reflected the night sky is also red.

"If this goes on, before long, he will completely lose control of himself and turn into a bloodthirsty devil who slaughters." Mirror Heart House Master Yao Guang's clear and cold voice rang in his ears, "Qiaoyue, only you can get the Frost Sword."

There was a sword in the Xiao family fortress named Frost, a forbidden sword that was secretly hidden in the fortress and had not been revealed for ten years. She wrote a letter to Xiao Ming - the young master of the Xiao family fortress.

Xiao Ming quickly back to her.

With the long light, Qiaoyue unfolded the letter again, in the dark red light, four words could not be read.

But she clearly remembered the start and end of each word, how smooth and strong, without any hesitation.

In the evening, received this letter back, she read word by word, word by word, speechless, and then sneer. She and Xiao Ming do not see each other for three years, she sent a thousand words, just to borrow the sword for a day, and he returned her four words: "forgive, not, outside, borrow".

He said not to lend it then not to lend it!

Qiaoyue suddenly let go of the letterhead, fingers flipping, a hand, confetti-like snow fluttered down.

In that snowflake flying, her small body suddenly like a swimming dragon, rolled up a light wind and did not enter the Xiao family fort.

"Frost sword by three years frost day chrysanthemum frost drenched, sword light ice cold, see blood drink full, until the sword is red, are not spilled a drop of blood. Refining the day to help refine the sword master died of blood, the owner of Fort Xiao ordered the destruction of that evil sword, but back in the furnace smelting but how can not melt, throw and can not be thrown, so it will be hidden in the room behind the secret compartment. To get the sword, you must first lure away the owner of Fort Xiao."

"Who are you? How do you know this?"

Mirror heart building's master, all in red Yao Guang, looking at her charming smile, a little vermilion red crystal in the eyebrow: "Fetch the frost sword, I will tell you."

It is already midnight, and Xiao Ming's room is still lit.

Qiaoyue luck in the palm, a finger flick, the window slowly open.

Light from a line, wide and beam, scattered as a face.

Behind the window lax faraway eyes will be in this light flow a little focus, and scattered, standing behind the window Xiao Ming faces several changes. Qiao Yue leaned over the window pane and looked at the still handsome and bright face: "Brother Xiao, long time no see."

She was dressed in dark purple, hair pulled up in a high bun, out of nowhere a few more hard and cool, no longer the bright and soft three years ago.