壹这一日清晨仍是落了雪。拂衣缩在一处四角亭里煮茶。她身子素来不好,初雪落时便裹上了氅子,整个人越发显得形销骨立。她执着器具的右手纤瘦惨白,同衣袖上那一抹大红很不相称。茶烟正袅袅,剑气已经破空而来。拂衣偏过身子躲开,大氅仍被凌厉的剑气割开一个大口子。她抬头,看着那张挂念许久的脸抱怨:“这可是我新做的衣裳。”苏纵剑招不停,拂衣只得不停地躲。长剑划过紫砂 One of the early morning still fell snow. Whirlwind shrink in a four corner pavilion tea. Her body had never been good, the first snow will be wrapped in prickly heat on the fall, the more the more the full shape and shape. The right hand of her obsessive device was slender and pale, and the redness of the sleeves was disproportionate. Tea is curl, Jian Qi has come from. Whirlwind partial body to escape, Oki is still sharp sword cut a big hole. She looked up and looked at that face long complained: “This is my new clothes. ” Su longitudinal sword strokes, the brush had to keep hiding. Sword crossed the purple