Sprinkle the river sky on the twilight rain and wash the autumn. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky was like a gray satin, torn apart in a trance, and the cloth fell from the sky.

The thunder is like a crack, and the cloth becomes rain.

Jing Changning tightened his clothes and walked in the rain.

She looked up.

The frost and wind are tight, the red decay and green are reduced, and the things are resting.

Autumn is deep, twilight is thick.

The rain knocked down some broken hair, which was wet on her face, but she gently raised her lips, smiled for a moment, and bloomed like a flower.

The smile of extreme beauty was drowned in the hazy rain and the faint twilight, but it was unrestrained.

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

She giggled, spun in circles in the rain, and reached out to meet the falling rain.

Raindrops are like cute children, and children are like playful raindrops.

Jing Changning ran forward in a circle in the rain, his steps splashing with fine rain.

The stagnant water splashed into beads, and after jumping into the air, it just hit each other with the falling raindrops, like a hug.

After the hug, they are broken together, and after they are broken, they each go in the opposite direction.

Catch the higher rain or make a new splash.

Jing Changning seemed to have discovered an interesting game, she kept jumping and splashing small white waves.

Stepping on the green grass in front of the palace of King Yi, and also stepping on the abandoned vegetable leaves and rotten fruits in the market.

The people who hurried in the rain looked at such a young man who was a little crazy with joy.

Jing Changning stepped on the water splash by himself.

Her steps are fast, like she's happy.

Until we passed through the market, the crowd dissipated and the twilight was dark.

In front of her was a long pavilion of ancient roads.

The grass withered, the rain curtained like smoke, and the birds rushed back from the sky, leaving behind a series of rapid and crisp chirping.

Jing Changning stopped, smiled, and reached out to climb the dagger on his waist.

The dagger struck lightly, shredding the slender strands of rain falling from the sky.

"I told you, whoever dares to mess with me, I'll kill whom!" she said with a smile.

With the sound of the words, his eyes coldly skimmed around, and about twenty or thirty dark guests appeared from the rain.

Jing Changning was still smiling, his footsteps were spinning in the rain, smiling like a flower, and his steps were like dancing.

She stepped forward.

From the time the person who eavesdropped on her conversation with Bi Chunjun escaped, she knew that this matter would not end so easily, and Shi Zixiu would not do anything to Bi Chunjun so quickly, but he could not do nothing.

Then what he wants to do, what he can do, is to kill her.

Then come on.

She looked at the delicate veins that bloomed on the dagger, and her gaze was as gentle as spring water.

The secret guest quickly surrounded Jing Changning.

The pace splashed with fine white waves.

The next moment, the white waves rolled red.

The waves collided with the raindrops and dispersed like smoke.

The wind blows.

The rain is dark.

Red Waves.

Sword light.

Now she doesn't need to deceive people, and she doesn't have to wronged herself.

She stepped forward, the dagger facing the long sword, and a bright spark from the middle of the sword body approached the dark guest's neck, and pulled hard.

Jing Changning didn't look at the fallen assassin because she knew he was dead.

She raised her dagger in her hand, blocking another falling blade.

It was a tall man.

Jing Changning only felt that the force on the dagger was extremely heavy, she took a step back, gritted her teeth, and pressed the dagger in her hand forward.

The dagger pushed the blade forward, her dagger approached the man's face, the cool blade cut through the black cloth of his mask, and the blood ran down the satin through Jing Changning's dagger, slashed through her wrist, and dripped between the rain.

It's closer, if it's closer, you can kill him, Jing Changning said silently.

But she saw another sword blade split through the rain curtain and slammed into the intersection of the dagger and the sword blade, instantly dissolving her strength, and the two sword blades were entangled and pressed towards her.

Jing Changning gritted his teeth, his hand loosened, and his body suddenly gave way to one side.

The dagger fell from the edge of the sword, and the force of the two Darkmen slashed between the dirt on one side, splashing another wave.

Jing Changning stretched out his hand to catch the falling dagger, and on the side of his body, he took advantage of the strength of the two people to get entangled and smashed to the ground.

Jing Changning threw the dagger in his hand.

Two streaks of blood were lifted up and scattered among the rising wind and waves.

Through the fallen figures of the two, the dagger shot into the heart of the third secret guest who rushed forward.

A knife.

Three lives.

A buffer time.

Five more dark men raised their swords and stabbed at them, and Jing Changning didn't look at the two corpses that fell in front of him anymore, because they were already dead.

Just a cursory glance, there is one person on the right, two on the left and two on the back.

The moment the sword light was startled, Jing Changning's figure sank and greeted the dark guest on her right.

As soon as her figure fell, following a gap, her figure gave way to the side of the blade, and she reached out and grabbed the right hand of the dark guest, and squeezed it hard, and the blade of the dark man's hand fell off.

The next moment, Jing Changning turned around, turned his back in front of the dark guest, and smiled coldly at the corner of his lips.

It was a heavy over-the-shoulder fall.

The Darkman's form slammed into the other four blades.

The wind and rain dissipated.

The body of the dark guest was pierced by four sharp blades, and the other four people who raised the sword saw that it was their companion who died under the sword, and their expressions could not withstand a short trance.

Jing Changning's toes lifted little by little on the hilt of the long sword that had fallen earlier on the ground, and the long sword jumped and fell into her palm.

The sword flashed.

A neat harvest is another four lives.

Jing Changning propped up the ground with his sword and looked back at the dark guests everywhere.

It was hazy in the rain, and there were about fifteen people.

The fifteen people looked at Jing Changning's decisive and cold killing methods, and they all looked at each other.

If they were ordered to kill a powerless writer, not a ruthless teenager who acted like a bloodthirsty man at the tip of a knife all year round.

The eyes were hesitant, and they all gathered towards one of the secret guests.

Jing Changning's long sword propped up the ground, and after a little breath, he also looked at the man.

"Chen Er, if you are so rude, you will lose your life. Jing Changning said with a smile.

He raised his sword and pressed towards the dark man in the middle.

Chen Er didn't expect to be recognized by Jing Changning, he subconsciously took a step back, and hurriedly said: "You guys hurry up, you still have fourteen, he only has one, kill him, kill him." ”

Jing Changning walked forward, and the remaining secret guests all had some retreat.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

The teenager in front of him is fighting for his life, and they have a way out.

Besides, this matter is Chen Er's news is wrong, and the prince will not blame more.

Two more assassins stepped forward with their swords raised, and Jing Changning reached out to hold the right arm of one of them.

The man felt that his right arm was numb by the young man in front of him, and he saw that his right arm was pulled by the young man at night, and he sent it forward, and he actually went straight towards the other secret guest opposite.

Jing Changning took a step back.

The two men collided in front of him, one of them plunging his sword into the other's chest.

The secret guest subconsciously let go of the sword, only to feel that his right arm was still numb, he looked at the young man in front of him with fear, and subconsciously took a step back.

And this step seems to disintegrate all his mental defenses.

He turned and ran away for his life.

This action even disintegrated the psychology of the remaining twelve dark guests, and they all took a step back, turned around and fled.

"Come back, you all come back for me!" Chen Er shouted in fear.

"Come back, come back and do what. A cool voice crossed Chen Er's ears.

Then he saw as if the whole sky had collapsed, sinking into the cold rain, and at the last moment, he seemed to hear a playful and distant voice.

"What are you going to do when you come back, come back and see you die?"