(Thank you, Ji Mengfei and Chaoene for your great reward.) It's a little late, I'm sorry, dear...... ）

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"Someone...... Break into the formation...... Walk to the heart of the battle...... Kill Xiao Ji Xiao Geng......"

The woman's crying before she died echoed in her mind, and more than a dozen people really rushed to the place where the ten sisters of Qing'e Shedaoshu were guarding, but what they saw in their eyes was still inevitably shocked, and their hearts and gallbladders were broken.

Seeing that his eyes were red and white, Ah Yue stopped dozens of steps away, with a white face, and refused to take a step closer.

"Array...... The array was in chaos...... A group of men in black poured over...... Like the living dead...... You can't kill no matter how you kill it...... Head...... The head fell off...... I can still move ......."

The girl in red covered her mouth and stepped back, and suddenly bumped into the woman in plain clothes. Guo Xiaoyu's expression was still light, and he couldn't see disgust and anger, but he just reached out to support the girl in front of him, and caught a glimpse of Ah Yue's frightened white face and suddenly red eyes, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"Xiao Yu......" The girl in red choked up: "...... them They died so miserably......" covered her mouth with one hand, and tightly grasped Guo Xiaoyu's long sleeves with the other, and the tears in the eyes of the girl in red fell as if she couldn't stop it.

Guo Xiaoyu looked up at the scattered corpses in front of him, his face was expressionless, and he turned his head to look at the choked girl, but a cold fluctuation flashed in his calm eyes.

"She Lao!" The eight Gong E, who came first, were standing among the broken corpses, but when they saw Fu Yihui, they walked back quickly at the same time, blocking in front of the woman in the crimson swirling dress.

But where can it be stopped?

A place of broken corpses, covered with broken clothes and blood, mixed with the black-clothed killer, the sword sisters'...... Around the blood-stained carriage, a layer of deep and shallow spreads. The purple silk and emerald skirt was stained with minced flesh and scattered everywhere, and the hands of those broken slender women, even if they left the body, tightly held the wide knife in their hands, draining blood and not letting go, still guarding.

Fu Yihui stayed where she was, forgetting to take a step and forgetting to blink, she opened her mouth several times, but she couldn't make a sound.

"She Lao!" The other twelve bows who followed Fu Yihui stopped the person in the crimson robe, and the woman at the head reached out and grabbed Fu Yihui with her red eyes: "You...... Don't go over yet, wait for the sisters...... Check out the good ...... Pack up your ...... Again...... ...... again"

Crying unbearably, Fu Yihui held Xiao Wu, who still had a complete corpse in both hands, and suddenly fell to her knees in a pool of blood.

I couldn't help shaking my body, and tears poured out.

The twenty Gong'e were already in tears, and when they looked down, they saw Fu Yihui vomiting a mouthful of blood on Xiao Wu's body, and the whole person shook and fell forward.

"Shelao!!" all the women cried in their shouts, and their hearts were extremely sad.

The young man in Tsing Yi reached out to support the woman, and the two silver needles had already shot towards Fu Yihui's bamboo and Lao Gong's two acupoints. The women of Gong'e immediately came to catch her and carefully helped her up.

The young man in Tsing Yi had a very solemn face, deep compassion in his eyes, swallowed his voice, and only said: "...... In the next momentarily, the pulse of Fu's predecessors' hearts and minds was temporarily sealed, fearing that the seniors would be extremely sad and worried. The young man thought for a while, and then said, "As long as you pull out the silver needle, the seniors can wake up......"

The women gritted their teeth and were silent, and their tears trembled for a long time, and they only said: "...... Xie Gongzi. ”

Yun Xiao looked around at the tragic scene around him, and wanted to help, but he really couldn't do anything, so he could only watch dozens of women with white faces and red eyes, with vague teary eyes, gritting his teeth and picking up the heads and corpses of the sisters around him, and slowly splicing together the old people little by little.

The living dead are still moving with their heads cut off.

It can be seen how these ten women fought with them regardless of their lives, but they still couldn't resist the puppets who didn't feel pain...... They are unaware of the sword in the flesh, and the severed head is still moving. But they are flesh and blood, and they sacrifice their lives to fight.

In the end, he ended up with his liver and brain, his body was crippled and bloody, and he couldn't fight...... Fight to the last strength, and burn the jade with the comers, turning into flying ashes.

Is this the woman in Qing'e's house, who "collects homeless sisters Qing'e, and takes the former business and the latter as her home"?

Yun Xiao looked at his heart, both sympathetic and respectful, and couldn't help but be moved.

……

Outside the red maple forest, a farmhouse cottage.

The heat of Ran Ran was about to dissipate, and the soft-spoken man took out the young man who had taken a hot bath from the water, took the dry towel at hand to help him wipe his body, and put him on the couch to put on his underwear himself.

He put the young man under the soft quilt, and said softly while covering the quilt: "Mei Shuying is about to arrive in Xuzhou, does your shadow master know about this?"

The woman who knelt on the ground and bowed her head was inexplicably shocked when she heard this, and there was only a moment of stagnation, and then she said: "...... The Shadow Lord was waiting for him. ”

The man pursed his lips and smiled, with a soft eyebrow: "Don't let Mei Shuying see the owner of the Wind Thunder Whip." The man whispered, lowered his head and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for the young man on the couch: "With Qi'er's martial arts, Fu Yihui can't hurt a single penny, but I believe that the shadow master will definitely be able to do it." ”

"The host saw it. The woman in green clothes spoke in a humble voice.

"Shadow Wood, you also know that your shadow master and Mei Shuying have been fighting secretly for nearly ten years, and the two phases are between the two of them, this time they are fighting head-to-head......" The man suddenly turned his head, looking at the woman on the ground with a soft and gentle expression: "In your opinion, who will win?"

The woman on the ground shook her body and lowered her head: "My subordinates have followed the shadow master for many years, and they will only say that the shadow master wins." ”

The man asked softly, "Then who do you hope to win?"

The woman suddenly put her head on the ground, and the emerald figure trembled very slightly: "Go back to the master...... The subordinates must hope that the shadow master wins. ”

"Get up. The man's voice was gentle: "But I think that although Mei Shuying may not win the film master, it is difficult for the film master to beat this person." ”

The woman in the green dress stood up and stood aside, her head still bowed.

"The Shadow Master may be able to help me break the wind and thunder whip...... But the green jade fan, I'm afraid it's still difficult. The man looked up at the woman in green clothes, his eyes were elegant and thorough: "So you don't have to worry too much. ”

"Subordinates are terrified!" the woman in green clothes pounced and knelt on the ground again.

The sound of his knees touching the ground was extremely loud, and the young man on the couch snorted in a drowsy, and the man on the couch frowned again, and said with some dissatisfaction: "You are disturbing." The man on the ground wanted to say anything more, but the man waved his sleeve and ordered him to stand back.

The woman in Cui Yi immediately retreated, not daring to delay for a moment.

The man turned to look at the couch and saw that the young man's green silk was spread on the soft pillow, as black as night, and the light was still shining. He reached over his face and gently removed the iron mask from the boy's face.

A pale, cold and delicate face was revealed in the candlelight.

There are three points of femininity between the eyebrows and eyes, but at the age of a teenager, the slender and long Danfeng eyes have been slightly raised, outlining an invisible pride, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, and the face is like peach petals. Magnificent and elegant, quiet and leisurely. Tenderness and flattery in words. This is a rare face in the world, because of the extremely pale and thin, and the suffocation between the eyebrows and eyes makes people feel more feminine, although expressionless, it also shows three points of femininity.

The young man woke up in a daze, glanced at the mask not far from his face in a trance, and then slowly stretched out his hand to hold the man's hand, and murmured again: "Father-in-law......"

The man just looked at him quietly, and said after a while: "Beauty is beautiful, but it's a pity that it's a boy." ”

The man's voice was clear and elegant, and his voice had an ancient rhyme, and then he muttered a little: "What if it's a girl......? Even if you want to be a girl, you don't feel anything. With a wry smile, the man looked at the empty space in the room, and his voice was silent but soft: "It seems that the so-called love, heart, and loss of heart are only for those who have not yet put anyone in their hearts." ”

With that, he put on the mask again for the boy and gently withdrew his hand.

Suddenly, in great silence, he looked at the candle flame that was dancing on the table. After being out of his mind for a long time, he also turned around and walked out.