"Thread head, you say, why haven't they come back yet?" a little fat man with a mustache walked up to the person called "Thread Boss" with an angry face, pouted his teeth, and asked a little impatiently. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Didn't you take the money from the old men and run away!" Another man from Hatton on the side sat on the ground with his arms in his arms.

There were three horses on the side, quietly tethered to the side. Occasionally flick your tail to drive away the flies and insects around you.

"They don't dare!" snorted the man called "the thread head", "they know very well what will happen to those who offend us." ”

"But, the head ......" The little fat man with the beard went around to the other side of the thread, squeezed his eyebrows, and wondered: "But, what time is this, shouldn't you have been here a long time ago?"

"En......" The head of the line squinted at the fat man with the mustache, frowned, and said to the man sitting on the ground: "Haizi, you go and take a look!"

The black-faced man who was called Haizi looked up at the head of the line, and then at Xiao Luo, who was bearded, and said unhappily: "Why is it Lao Tzu again!"

"The thread boss asked you to go, because I looked at you!" Xiaoluo, who was full of foul language, looked at Haizi who was full of foul language, and said with disgust: "Bangs, I said, you are disobedient!"

The swarthy man's eyes were full of anger and wanted to stand up, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to hit the grandson called Xiao Luo, and roared in a low voice: "Lao Tzu beat you turtle ......." Suddenly, there was a "flutter", and a slender sword pierced the back of the swarthy man's neck and pierced through his neck. Before the swarthy man could say the word "Zi" in his mouth, he could no longer speak.

The little fat man with the eight-character beard heard the black-faced man scolding him, and was about to turn his face to scold back, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a half-cut sword head with the tip of the sword without even a drop of blood, piercing through the back of the black-faced man's neck. It's as if you were born and grow up wherever you are.

The moon struggled and peeked out of the clouds. The shadows of the trees were still the same as before, on the land, and on the walls of the courtyard. The horses were a little anxious to dig the ground with their front hooves, and the smell of blood in the air made them a little excited, but because the reins were tied to the trees, they could only step in place impatiently.

The swarthy man was still sitting on the ground, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was still open, and behind him, a puddle of blood sprayed on the grass, in the light of the moon, he looked particularly charming. The little fat man with the beard also opened his eyes and fell straight to the ground. Overwhelmed by a small grass, a few wildflowers. Blood, from behind him, gurgled out and meandered into small streams.

Where the stream flowed, another man knelt on one knee on the grass in embarrassment, his left hand tremblingly covering his chest, and his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and thrust the sword into the ground beside him to stabilize his figure. Blood trickled from his left elbow and fell into the dirt. The yellow earth instantly lit up with dark-hued flowers. One, two...... Gradually, the flowers joined together, blurring the outlines that were still clearly visible. The blood on his right hand slowly slid down the sword. Slide to the ground and blend on the ground...... The man called the threadman looked up stubbornly, and his pupils reflected the man on the black horse in front of him: the man's back was straight, and the moonlight shone with the light of his resolute eyes—a light that seemed to devour everything. The thread head was angry and anxious, thinking of the brother who fell behind him and the killer who was released to kill, but his life and death were uncertain, his heart tightened, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The blood spurted out into a mist of blood, slowly falling, falling, and then disappearing into the grass.

Ling Huan frowned slightly, squinted at the corpse that had fallen in front of him without any sense of beauty, and twisted his head away.

"My lord, are we still going over?" asked the person next to him.

Ling Huan hooked the corner of his mouth on the left, and a wicked smile rippled on his face. The thumb and index finger of his right hand rubbed together his middle finger, and said leisurely: "Han Yanjiang hasn't wasted firewood yet, so he can't even deal with two wastes." With that, he turned the horse's head and walked away.

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"What about people?" Qin Mei asked.

"Gone......" Sutedo.

"What about poison?" Qin Mei asked again

"Solve the ......," Ning Xiang said.

"Oh......" Qin Mei took the porridge handed over by Ning Xiang, and didn't ask much about what happened last night. She lay on the bed of the ice, her eyes open to the sky. Several times, she wanted to get up and go back to her house to have a look. Let's see what happened and if the girls are okay. But I thought that if I went back, it would disrupt their plans and cause them trouble. After all, the other party's goal is her.

"Girl. Su Shou thought about it, looked at Ning Xiang, and said to Qin Mei worriedly: "Listen to those two people, someone instructed them." ”

"Command?" Qin Mei stopped his chopsticks and looked at his hands.

"Well, command!" replied cautiously. "The one who was poisoned is called 'Hedgehog'. In exchange for the antidote, he told us that there was a grove ten miles west of the city and that someone was waiting for him to come back and reply. ”

"And then?" Looking at the solemn expressions of the two girls, Qin Mei put down the bowl and motioned for her hands, and Ning Xiang sat down on either side of her. Sushou poured her a cup of tea and talked about the scene.

When the three girls learned that there was still a response, they immediately found Han Yanjiang, and after discussion, General Han took a team of men and horses, took their hands, and galloped away.

At dawn, they found the legendary "Receiver", but unfortunately, there were already three corpses. Judging from the methods, the killer is a veteran. Both bodies were killed with a single stab. There was also a corpse half-kneeling on the ground with a sword stuck in the ground. It was probably the sound of their horses running that shook the ground, and they saw the kneeling corpse fall to the ground. Although the clothes were disheveled, it was still clear that the sword in the chest was a fatal wound.

General Han wanted to find some clues from these individuals to prove their identity, but he couldn't find anything at all. I had to regretfully turn the horse's head and go back to the inn.

"We wondered all the way who killed these people. Su Shou looked at Ning Xiang, frowned, and said worriedly: "Are these people 'black eating black' or are they seeking revenge when they meet an enemy?"

Suddenly, Qin Mei smiled.

Su Shou and Ning Xianghu glanced at each other suspiciously, and then looked at their girl, a little puzzled. Qin Mei is this scared silly, why are you still smiling at this juncture?

After a while, Qin Mei stopped laughing and said, "Have you thought about ......" She looked at the girls around her with a smile and asked mysteriously, "Someone is secretly protecting us?"