Chapter 339 (2/2)

The man in green shirt took the warm wine and flew over the eaves and walls. The wind was like crazy in his ears. The two men's large sleeved clothes turned and overlapped, and became one color in the night.

Not long.

Then we came to Yongle square, where the color of zither and Harp filled the pavilions, Yingsheng and Yanyu, and bursts of joy.

The man in green shirt fell on the windward platform of the small attic. The water red gauze fluttered on the side. There were stairs at the corner, and the lights were bright at the bottom. It was at the time of deep wine and joy at night that they became more and more embarrassed.

He let go of the warm wine, took two steps back with his back hands, and whispered, ”here it is.”

Warm wine stood in place, did not move at all, and looked at him with eyes as black as ink.

”Yonglefang, here we are.” the man in green shirt thought she didn't hear it. His hoarse and ugly voice increased a lot, but he looked at the distance and never went to see her.

Wen Jiu looked at him, his eyes getting redder and redder. He wanted to talk to him, but he couldn't say a word at the moment.

The man in green shirt raised his hand and stroked the scabbard. He grabbed her words calmly. ”Girl, don't thank me. I just happened to be on my way.”

Before the sound fell, he clenched the sword in his hand, turned around and walked away quickly, flew and jumped into my eyes..

Wen Jiu stood in the flying light yarn and whispered, ”Xie Heng!”

The man's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He stood on the green tile and red face, his green shirt flying gently by the wind, and the rain fell down the scabbard and mixed into the broken thread bead curtain.

A moment later.

The man in green shirt drooped his eyes and said, ”Miss, I recognize the wrong person.”

His hoarse voice was almost blown away by the wind.

Wen Jiu walked slowly to the railing, looked up at his back, said in a very light tone: ”thank you Dongfeng, come down.”

Without any doubt, she recognized that the man in front of her was the teenager she remembered.

The calm at the moment is somewhat unexpected.

The green man's eyes changed slightly, turned around, but his hoarse voice did not change at all, ”I don't know who the girl calls, I just want to advise the girl...”

”You don't come down, do you? Just stand there and wait for me.” Wen Jiu didn't want to act with him again. He went to the edge of the railing and stepped on the eaves. The embroidered shoes were full of water. He suddenly slipped and fell forward out of balance.

The green man's eyes were fierce and he was about to reach out to help her.

However, she saw that the warm wine that had almost fallen firmly stabilized her body. She untied the red cloak that was in the way and threw it down the high-rise building, leaving only a thin large sleeved light clothes.

The girl's black silk was blown by the wind, and the bright yellow skirt swept flowers in the prison.

Wen Jiuwei is afraid of high. Standing at such a high place, his face is as white as paper and his legs are soft.

But she stumbled and still clenched her teeth, stepped on the tiles and walked towards him step by step.

With a pair of water eyes, the girl looked at the man with a ghost mask, forced down the impulse to gnash her teeth, and forced out a third smile, ”you continue to make it up... Elder brother.”