It was night, the sky was full of stars, and a faint crescent moon appeared and disappeared behind the clouds. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The Lord of the Info Du Xiang ordered a bonfire to be lit, and above the blazing fire, a few thick legs of lamb were roasted. The grease on the surface of the leg of lamb was jumping, and from time to time it rolled into the fire, making a sizzling sound, and the fire became bigger and bigger. After a while, the surface of the leg of lamb began to turn brown, and with the night breeze blowing, the fragrance was so strong that many people couldn't help but drool.

Lord Du Xiang said aloud to everyone, "You have worked hard all the way. Elder Sang Sanniang specially ordered the cheaters to prepare four legs of mutton for everyone here, and only the talented can eat them. Whoever has this self-confidence, come and take it boldly!"

As soon as Lord Du Xiang finished speaking, a person in the crowd jumped up and couldn't wait to pounce on the four legs of mutton. Looking at the cold eyes of the night, according to the changes in his body shape, he judged that he should be a good hand in the Qinglong Hall, flying vertically and in a flash, he had already landed smoothly on a honey locust tree in the upper right corner of the bonfire, and he was already carrying a fat leg of mutton in his hand. After a burst of laughter, the man opened his mouth and took a bite of the mutton, shouting, "Delicious, delicious." Du Xiang arched his hand at the man on the tree and said, "I have long heard that Zhao Biao of Qinglong Hall is agile, and when I saw it today, he really lived up to his reputation." Admire, admire. Zhao Biao returned the salute with a leg of mutton, and replied, "Offer ugliness, offer ugliness", and then gobbled it up. Lord Du Xiang smiled and persuaded, "Don't be in a hurry, eat slowly, be careful of scalding." With your skills Zhao Biao, are you afraid that you won't be able to eat mutton in the future?"

Everyone saw Zhao Biao eating the mutton deliciously, and they couldn't help but feel envious. Immediately, two more people threw themselves over the campfire from different directions. One of them was a little slower, and when he saw that the leg of mutton he liked was about to be grabbed by others, he was in a hurry, and he slapped the left side of the chest of the person in front of him. The man in front of him only had time to snort before he landed on top of the campfire, his clothes burning. Lord Du Xiang stepped forward and kicked the man out of the way, saying in his mouth, "You dead ghost, don't mess my bonfire." Then he hugged his fists again and said to the person who had just sneak attacked, "It turned out to be Su Wei, the tailwind hand of the White Tiger Hall, who is known as 'a palm of the wind, breaking the liver and sausage', which is really admirable." Hearing what the Lord of Du Xiang said, he immediately put down the leg of mutton, knelt down and bowed to the Lord of Du Xiang, and said, "I am ugly, and I also ask Lord Du Xiang to cultivate more in the future." Lord Du Xiang laughed a few times and helped Su Wei up, "Brother Su is really a handsome man who knows the times, and there are still many places to rely on the wind in the future." Please go up to the tree and enjoy it first. Suvi stooped down to pick up the leg of mutton, and a harrier rolled over and landed firmly on the acacia tree.

At this moment, another man stepped forward with a sword and walked slowly towards the bonfire. Someone shouted lightly, "This is Chu Jiangting, five steps away, hide away, he is not easy to provoke." As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Jiangting had already made two moves in a row, stabbing at the two people on the left who were closer to him. The poor two just wanted to join in the fun, but because the distance between them and Chu Jiangting was within five steps, they gave their lives for no reason. In this way, the crowd of onlookers took a few steps back, and Chu Jiangting was able to calmly obtain a leg of mutton, and then let out a long roar and flew to the honey locust tree. Lord Du Xiang raised his head and said to Chu Jiangting, "'Five steps away, one move of life and death', the people of the Wind Chasing Hall often praise how the swordsmanship of the Chu brothers is, tonight is indeed an eye-opener." Chu Jiangting was silent. Du Xiang smiled heavily, but he didn't think it was angry. The people of the Wind Chasing Hall are full-time assassins, and what they do is to tie their heads around their waists, take money first, and then kill people, and they generally don't like nonsense.

Lord Du Xiang said to everyone again, "There is only one leg of mutton left now, and the opportunity must not be lost, and the time will not come again." Everyone suddenly became excited. Many people have the heart to try, but they are afraid that "the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind", so they hesitate. After the scene was cold for a long time, in the end, a masked knife man couldn't hold back, and jumped out first, running towards the campfire. It's a pity that there are more monks and less porridge now, and the situation is very different from the previous three times, and as soon as he ran a few steps, more than a dozen darts and several swords beckoned to him. The masked swordsman was not weak, and he immediately stretched out his hand and pulled it, and the person next to him had been taken into his arms and became a living shield in his hand. I only heard a scream, and this living shield was hit by various weapons, spitting blood from its mouth, and it seemed that it would not survive. At the same time, the masked knife man had already made a brazen move, and in the flash of the knife, the wrists of the two fell to the ground respectively, and one dropped his weapon, covering the middle of his abdomen with both hands, and blood flowed out from the gap between the man's fingers, obviously extremely injured. The masked swordsman sneered, "At your level, you dare to stop me." As he spoke, he threw his hands, and the human shield slammed into the man who had sent the dart earlier. The man who sent the dart had no idea that the masked knife man would fight back so quickly, and he couldn't dodge, and was hit by the head of the dead body in the throat, and he fell to the ground instantly. In the midst of wild laughter, the masked knife man went straight forward, picked up the leg of mutton and took a big bite, and just said "good ......", but suddenly stood still, slowly his eyeballs bulged, his forehead was exposed, and his face was full of horror. Someone in the crowd whispered, "He was deeply poisoned, and eighty percent of him died." Sure enough, the masked knifeman quickly collapsed to the ground with a pop, convulsed a few times, and was no longer motionless.

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