said that it was too late, and suddenly a man on the top of the wall jumped down, whistling like a whirlwind, rewarding three people with a slap, and his body was as sharp as a ghost. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he turned in a circle, and he was impressively inserted between Qing Chun and the three gangsters.

"Kikyo, Kikyo." The shape of the man's lips changed slightly, and two long-lasting and loud calls swept into the distance like a torrential rain and a violent wind. Although he was summoning people from afar, his eyes never took off the three outlaws who dared to confront him face to face. The three of them were photographed by the terrifying aura that lingered around him, as if they had been nailed to the acupuncture hole, and turned into three light-loving insects, lying on the dimly lit gauze lampshade, not daring to move for a long time.

The man's body is majestic, like a huge rock in the mountain, his eyes are like a cold sword, he can kill people invisibly, and people can't look at it directly; The face is like a fierce face, with majesty in anger, majesty, and awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.

A little girl with a duck-yellow brocade fur cloak in her hand and dressed in indigo blue rushed to him panting like a cow, cold and afraid, and bowed down tremblingly and responded: "Young master." ”

The man is like a tall and majestic ice sculpture, and his whole body exudes a trace of coolness. His gaze gradually changed from ferocious to disdainful, as if he was the king of beasts who dominated the jungle. And the three people standing on the other side stupidly, as for him, they are just a bunch of low-hanging fruit.

He completely ignored the subordinate beside him, his eyes pressed on his opponent, and he commanded fiercely with anger: "Useless stupid thing, I give you a good face on weekdays, and I am satisfied, why is the pestle there like a stick, and I don't want to support your master." As a subordinate, he is not faithful to the Lord, and he only cares about running away by himself, and he will not pick your skin when he goes back. ”

Kikyo trembled like a shiver and fled to the woman sitting next to the car.

God gave him handsome facial features, but he was like a long-dead zombie, his facial organs were stiff and unable to move, so it was difficult to combine vivid and rich expressions. Even if a person with perfect looks always puts on a cold and indifferent appearance, it must not be too flattering. At least for Qing Chun, who was watching the battle, this elusive hero who saved the beauty did not give her any initial favor, and even made her feel uncomfortable and afraid. This negative impression fell with his crisp hand, and it imprinted more deeply on her heart, becoming a cannonball buried in her life that could be detonated and destroyed at any time.

After a few rounds of eye battles, your life-and-death physical struggle began.

The eldest and the second, and the third are lined up, and the outermost boss and the third are using the strategic policy of preemptive strike and unity and cooperation, and they shoot with lightning speed, and the silver light of the two knives flows, stabbing at him left and right. The man's feet seemed to have fallen from a huge rock, standing still, and when the double knives were about to cut through his chest, he defended himself, like holding a bull's ear, and firmly grasped the back of the knife with both hands. At the critical juncture of the three-person wrestling, the second child used a horizontal knife as his chest, and he made a gesture to take his chest and abdomen.

"Be careful." Qing Chun and the rescued woman covered their lips and screamed in unison. The man barely flew up and kicked the second child out of the distance, and the second child hugged his stomach and wailed, crying bitterly.

The man gritted his teeth, shouted, shook the sky, and broke the two long knives outward, and then he unexpectedly let go and turned around, facing the same direction as the three people, and retreated in front of the two of them with the knife face, his elbow bent and hit the wrists of the two fiercely, and the two of them were slightly numb in their arms, and they instinctively let go. The man stretched his arm, caught the falling hilt, reversed the knife, and handed it back. I heard the two of them snort, rolled their eyes, and fell to the ground and died.

Such a wonderful fight, Qing Chun was dumbfounded, and she couldn't help but silently feel a little admiration in her heart, which slightly saved his image in her heart.

The woman who had removed the white cloth in her mouth and the restraints on her wrist experienced a false alarm, the feeling of the rest of her life after the catastrophe, excitement and grievances rampaged through her body, and finally found the inclined window, through a pair of sheared eyes, turned into dotted teardrops. She stumbled into the man's arms and cried, "Big brother, you're here." ”

The man who has always shown a stiff and numb expression, in the embrace of his sister, found a sense of accomplishment that was needed and relied on, which greatly satisfied his empty family affection, for which he rarely gave his cherished tender feelings in front of outsiders. He touched the woman's long hair, pressed her head deeply in front of him, and said in a gloomy voice with regret and self-reproach: "Xiaoying, don't be afraid. With the big brother here, no one will be allowed to dare to bully you. He gasped, obviously after a fight, exhaling a lot of physical strength, and the white breath exhaled from his mouth was like a rain cloud, warming the woman's blue hair.

The two hugged each other warmly, and indeed moved Qing Chun, who had been sitting beside them and watching speechlessly, and at this beautiful moment, the three of them seemed to have forgotten that there was still an audience.

The second child was kicked over by the man, the injury was not light, in the gap between the man's battle with his brother, cross-legged breathing, and when the injury was controlled by him, he watched his brother being killed, and asked him how he could swallow this breath. He had been watching from the sidelines, and just when the three of them forgot about their feelings, he picked up the silver knife again and attacked the man behind his back.

The man covered his sister's head with one hand, took his sister's short body and squatted slightly, dodged under his arm, and ran in front of the second child, his elbow like a stick, and pounded on his soft stomach. The second child screamed in pain, his strength was out, the knife was held by the remaining force in his hand, and flew over the man's head, the man straightened up instantly, his arm reached back, and plunged directly into the opponent's throat, like iron five fingers, using the opponent's throat as a fulcrum, throwing him all in front of him. The second child's body rolled on the ground like mud, spitting blood and dying.

At this point, all three gangsters died in the hands of the man, and their bodies were scattered on the ground. The man's brows did not move, his eyelids did not rise, his expression remained unchanged, and he did not show the slightest hint of joy or disdain for victory, as if killing someone was no different from eating a common meal.

The man put on a hood for his sister and comforted him with kind words, and the woman collected her tears, and he called Kikyo to help Miss, avoiding the dead body on the ground, and stood by the wall. He ran to catch the carriage and prepared to take his sister home in the gangster's carriage, and he lifted the black curtain on the car door, and found that there were five or six other girls of his sister's age in the car, all bound and tightly stuffed in the car. The girls heard the sound of fighting outside the car, their hands could not move, their mouths did not shout, and several people curled up together tremblingly like a nest of rabbits surrounded by eagles, and looked at the visitors with eyes full of fear as if begging for mercy.

The man shouted for them to get out of the car and ordered them to line up with their backs to them. He picked up the long knife that the second child threw on the ground, cut the rope on their wrists, threw the knife back to the ground, and said coldly, "Let's go." ”

The girls whispered the letter to each other, and when they saw him tilting his head and looking away, he looked cold-hearted and disdainful of them, and his heart was even more puzzled. Fearing that they would be in trouble, they passed in front of him one by one, and ran away without even saying a word of thanks.

Qing Chun hid the dagger in her sleeve and held her chest, barely able to walk. Fortunately, the other party also saved her life, she gave up the plan to leave, out of politeness, limped to the man, and said a blessing: "Thank you for saving your life." ”

The woman clears her throat and is delicate, like a yellow oriole singing in the air. The man focused his empty eyes on the woman: accustomed to seeing the heavy makeup and flowers of the nobles in the city, the woman's simple dress was like a fresh spring breeze, greeting: shawl long hair, forehead bangs, slight contempt, long eyebrows. The bamboo-blue cotton dress dances in the wind, like a willow on the riverbank under the rain and fog.

The man's heart suddenly beat out of rhythm, he glared at her in disgust, and said lightly, "I'm here to save my sister, not to save you." ”

Qing Chun is a woman with backbone, and if you ignore me, I don't have to take your act of saving people to heart, she returned a contemptuous look and turned her head.

"Ulva, Ulva green, where are you?" He heard a faint cry and hurriedly responded, "Here it is." ”

The wind blew up, and the dust swept over her, as if intent on punishing the man for his rudeness, and her hair was blown up by the wind like a black cloth on the face of the man standing downwind. The man covered his face with his hands, his eyes were fascinated, and the strands of his hair spread out like warp threads on a cloth, rushing into his fingers.

She walked against the wind with difficulty towards the lamplight, and when she was far away, the wind was still. The man lowered his hand in front of his face, and a yellow-petaled, red-core umbrella primrose rolled down from the gap between his middle and index fingers into the palm of his hand. He put his five fingers together and hugged the flower, which still had the yarrow on the head of the ulva. (To be continued.) )