Just as Nan Rongheng's heart was swaying, he suddenly heard a sneeze from the shadows, and he angrily said to the source of the sound: "Who is sneaking in the shadows? Get down." ”

"Master, is it undignified to go down at this moment?"

"If you don't go down at this moment, you will have a green hat on your head! He spread his arms and flew swiftly like an eagle to the two of them under the tree.

At the same time, a sharp whistle pierced the silent forest like a sharp sword, long and long.

The night breeze blew through Ling Caiwei's black hair scattered on her shoulders, just like the frightened bird's feathers fluttering slightly. Her tense body seemed to stiffen, and she pushed the silk net on her head hard, and when she looked up, she saw a white light piercing the night sky covered by dark clouds, emitting a brilliant brilliance. She remembered the brightness of the lantern festival when she was a child, and the memories came flooding back, and she seemed to see her father's majestic but loving face.

Ling Caiwei was in a trance for a moment, and a thin shadow rushed towards her with the cold air of Sensen. Before she could raise her head suddenly, a face wearing a silver mask crashed into her eyes, and a pair of eyes as black as a deep pool behind the mask were as bright as stars in the sky, déjà vu. In a trance, a short blade popped out of the masked man's palm, shining like his master, and stabbed at him with a cold light.

Her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. I don't know if it's because of the familiar eyes under the mask, or because of this sudden weapon. She forgot to scream, her lips slightly open, and her eyes were like smoke staring at the comer. She understood that at the moment she could not escape under the net.

At the moment when the dagger was inserted into the center of her eyebrows, the mask deflected, and the dagger stabbed out against her ear, and the sound of the rope cutting in her ear reminded her that this person was not killing her, but saving her. However, at the moment when the dagger stabbed down, she clearly saw a trace of cruelty and abuse in his eyes.

All this is a long time to come, but in fact, it is as fast as lightning, so fast that Nan Rongheng, who was caught off guard, has no time to stop it. When he tried to make a move, the short blade that sharpened iron like clay had already cut his immortal net, and he was furious when he saw this rare treasure spread on the ground. And then the picture that made him even more angry ignited like a fire.

The masked man actually pulled Princess Yishu into his arms. Since he was a child, his greatest pleasure was to rob others of his love, no one dared to rob him, and when he saw his prey change hands, he instantly rose to a murderous aura.

"Where did you come from, let go of your dirty hands. "His sword slashed at the masked man with murderous aura.

"Who is the disciple shouting?" Nan Ronglie, who was wearing a mask, deliberately changed his voice, and asked Nan Rongheng, the third half-brother of the half-brother who wore a golden silk embroidered wolf with a playful smile, and responded with ease with a short blade with one hand, and the hand on Ling Caiwei's shoulder not only did not loosen, but stepped up his strength.

The martial arts of the two are obviously one strong and one weak, Nan Rongheng tried his best to force Nan Ronglie to hold Ling Caiwei left and right in a circle, not to mention that he couldn't hurt him, but the opponent coped with it properly, and he was sweating profusely but couldn't take advantage. couldn't help but roar and let out cruel words: "Where did you come from, bastard, stop quickly and put down the princess before the king gets angry." Otherwise, you will die without a place to bury. ”

Nan Ronglie didn't have a chance to fight with his arrogant and arrogant younger brother on weekdays, but he often heard the doormen around Nan Rongheng praise him for his martial arts. When people are in a high position, they are often surrounded by people who like to pat on the back, which is really a dangerous thing. Sooner or later, he lost his life because he couldn't see his own pounds clearly.

"Who are you? let go of me. Nan Ronglie took Ling Caiwei to dodge left and right for a long time, and she gradually woke up from the fright. Surprised by the intimate contact with the masked man, she blushed and wanted to open the hand on her shoulder, trying to avoid his arms, but Nan Ronglie was even more domineering and held her tightly to her chest, and did not forget to threaten her word by word in her ear: "If you don't want to die here, be obedient." was robbed by the disciples, and died of a very ugly death. He winked wickedly, and she immediately understood what he meant, and nervously grabbed the collar that had been tightly wrapped.

Although the mask blocked his breathing, Ling Caiwei still felt a stream of hot air rushing to her face, which made her heart upset, and she wanted to push him away, but she was not a stupid person, and she understood that their common enemy at this moment was the man in black. Ling Caiwei didn't want to die here, how could she easily die without revenge. At this moment, the only way to save your life is to do so.

"In that case, you'd better let me down and do my best to deal with him. ”

"Jokes, people who can't hold the sword are not worthy of my full strength. Nam Rongyeol pressed his wrist and quickly ended the game of cat and mouse.

The weapon in Nan Rongheng's hand was like an arrow off the string, piercing straight into the not very thick tree in front of him, and plunged straight into the trunk, the aftershock of the hilt of the sword was still subsided, and it was still swaying left and right in the air.

Nan Rongheng was already unhappy looking at the ambiguous expressions of the two, at this moment, even the weapon was easily unloaded, he was extremely angry, he took out an unknown hidden weapon with one hand, and threw it at a pair of men and women. Nan Ronglie sneered contemptuously, holding Ling Caiwei and jumping onto the canopy of a tree in a few leaps. "Let's stop playing, let's go. He put her on his shoulder like a cargo and was about to leave, and the black-clothed people who retreated to the distance heard the movement and rushed over to save the master, just passing under the tree, Ling Caiwei did not hesitate, took out the fire fold from her sleeve and lit the hemp rope on the iron ball, and smashed it into the crowd, she slapped Nan Ronglie's back with both hands to urge him to go quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the iron ball exploded like a blooming spark in the middle of the man in black, and the pungent smell of sulfur mixed with charred flesh spread out in all directions, Nam Ronglie gently frowned the sword eyebrows that were hidden by the mask, and a meaningful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The man on his shoulder gradually quieted down, and he didn't know if he was stunned by the heat wave just now, or if he was stunned by the tragic scene he had created.

When Ling Caiwei woke up, it was already the evening of the next day. The air was mixed with the smell of dampness, and there was the sound of a mooring in the ears of the wild wind lapping on the water, as if it was on a boat.

After a moment of blank consciousness, everything that happened last night came into her mind, and she still remembered the scene of the iron ball throwing down the bloody flesh, as if the masked man said something when he resisted her, but she couldn't remember anything. She checked that there was no major problem on her body, and the clothes were still the same as the original embroidered on a white background, thinking that the man was not a villain, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to get up to check her surroundings, she suddenly heard a man ordering her: "Lie down and don't move." She was so startled that she almost screamed.

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