Outside the city

The night is like a thick inkstone, and it can't be dissolved.

The color of blood became more and more permeated under the moonlight, and the heavy smell of blood wafted in the air for a long time.

The shadow of the sword loomed in the forest, and the sonorous collision startled the birds in the forest.

Dozens of black-clothed people surrounded a young man, only to see that the young man's eyebrows were like ink paintings, a pair of eyes shot cold stars, black clothes and black hair, not tied or tied, the hem of his clothes fluttered without wind and automatic, and the long sword in his hand was scarlet.

Suddenly, a voice that hated iron but not steel broke through the air, "I said that you are a troublemaker, and people are still locked up at home! Do you know?

The people in black unconsciously stopped the swords in their hands, puzzled.

A trace of waves flashed in the eyes of the young man in black, and he instantly returned to calm, and said indifferently, "Hmm......"

Linshu jumped down from the tree and fried his hair, "Is this your attitude of begging for people?"

"Gambling scriptures. ”

The concise and clear words immediately shut up Linshu, and instantly turned into a loyal dog, flattering, "Boss......"

flattered him, and then seriously hooked his orchid finger, "You dog slaves, dare to ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked out by the person behind him, surrounded by a group of black-clothed people, Lin Shu screamed and a trace of resentment, "Boss-"

One of the men in black said fiercely, "Up!"

In an instant, the sword light and sword shadow were all pressed on Lin Shu's body, Lin Shu jumped beside the man in black like a rabbit, and when the sword was still an inch away from Lin Shu, Lin Shu's figure flashed, and one of the men in black came from behind, and Lin Shu stabbed the long sword into his chest with a push of the long sword, and before he could figure out what was going on, he died in vain.

After that, Linshu's movements became faster and faster, and the men in black killed their companions faster and faster, and most of their companions died at their hands, they were not killers, and there was no ruthlessness to destroy humanity. Psychologically, the visual impact slows down their movements.

"Why are you stabbing me?"

"It was the man who stabbed just now......"

"Did you mean to?"

"I didn't!"

"You just did it on purpose. ”

……

Those who were injured by mistake and did not die were dominated by resentment, and have long forgotten their purpose.

Infighting or something is the most fun.

A group of black-clothed people stabbed each other, and the culprit was already standing beside the black-clothed young man, and said solemnly, "What happened?"

The black-clothed young man's voice sounded slowly like a cold voice, "Boring." ”

"......" him, but he was speechless.

……

At this time, Qianmei walked alone in the slightly cool and mottled night, comfortable and relaxed.

Thinking back to the scenes of his previous life, the sadness in his eyes, the careless breath no longer exists, the noble and elegant breath is attached, even a patch coat can't cover up the Yonghua around him.

- Father, what makes you even capable of attacking your own daughter? Is power really that important?

Heh--it's all come to this point now, and no amount of sadness will help......

His eyes shone brightly, shining with dazzling light, and the previous depression dissipated.

Suddenly paused, looking at the elongated sneaky black shadow on the ground in the distance, Qianmei took a breath, disappeared into the darkness and gradually approached.

"Those fools, you can buy things for ten cents, I said a tael of silver, and they really believe it......," the storyteller said, squeezing the money bag in his hand, disdainfully.

The other companions also scoffed.

The shadow gradually faded away, and Qianmei smiled flatteringly.

I wanted to find them with a lot of effort, but I didn't expect to send them to the door, and it really didn't take any effort to come. xh:.74.240.212