Chapter 8 responds with fate
Cha Luo looked at the broken wine glass on the ground distressedly, and forced out a miserable smile and said to Qishuang, "Girl, you're back again!" ā
"I've got a burden here, do you see?" Qishuang asked as she walked towards the hall, her eyes swept around, but she didn't see her burden. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"It's been put away for the girl." Charlo said, turning around and taking out Qishuang's bag from the chair behind him, and handed it over.
Seeing his burden, Qishuang's eyes lit up, and he took it happily, and hurriedly thanked him.
Charlo smiled and waved his hand, "Girl, you're welcome, I think Luo Li has caused a lot of trouble to the girl, and I want the girl to include more." ā
Hearing the word Luo Li, Qishuang's smile instantly became cold, he shook his hand and put the burden on his shoulder, raised his eyes to look at Charlo, and saw that the other party was handsome, thin, and the light in his eyes was dim, indicating that the other party's internal strength was extremely high, and it was definitely not as weak as it looked.
There is also the previous "Ling", every move, without any sound, will never be an ordinary person.
"It's not so easy to appreciate the chrysanthemum building!" Qishuang's mind was racing, there was already a smile in his eyes, and he said with a haha, "It's okay, I've never been afraid of trouble." ā
Hearing her say this, Charlo looked moved to cry again, Qishuang couldn't see others crying, let alone this dignified seven-foot man crying in front of her, so he hurriedly hugged his fists and said, "Farewell." Then he ran out with the wind under his feet.
Charlo looked at Qishuang's back, blinked his eyes, the tears that were still in the corners of his eyes just now were gone, and he rolled up his sleeves again and bent over and began to clean up.
Besides, Qishuang, who ran out in a hurry, was able to follow the memory to the left and walk for a while at first, but later, the more he walked, the heavier his face became, until the middle of the moon, Qishuang reached out and smashed it according to the sign of a store on the side of the road.
Fortunately, in the end, she still collected her strength rationally, otherwise this time, she would not have directly smashed the brand of the cloth village.
"I'm lost!" Qishuang lowered his head, his face was gloomy like water, and he muttered angrily.
He closed his eyes impatiently, and thought about it carefully, when he followed the route Luo Li detoured.
I saw that Qishuang's brows were wrinkling deeper and deeper, and the hand on the sign was revealing his green tendons, and after a while, he lifted it up again and smashed it down hard.
"Ah!! Can't remember!! Qishuang opened her eyes, looked up at the sky and shouted in pain.
As soon as the words fell, a hand slapped her face, blocking the cold moonlight, Qishuang sniffed her nose, it was still the same smell as before, but soon the smell was stained with a smell of blood.
Qishuang stretched out her tongue and licked it on her lips, it was blood.
"Little wolfdog, you're hurt." Qishuang raised his hand as he said and took Luo Li's hand off his face, only to see that there was a blood-stained cut on Luo Li's sleeve, and the blood under it was wisps, staining Luo Li's palm red.
"Now is not the time to study my wounds." Luo Li looked at Qishuang, who was holding his hand and didn't let go, and said.
As soon as the words fell, Qishuang threw Luo Li's arm with his hand, and Luo Li, who was in pain, couldn't help frowning.
"I just looked at your red hands, and remembered that Xiaohong was still thrown by me at the Juju Tower, and I had to take it back." Qishuang said seriously, and after speaking, he turned around and walked forward.
But the lifted foot couldn't move forward, and his shoulder was dragged by Luo Li.
Qishuang smiled, "What are you doing here?" Don't let go yet, Red will miss me. ā
As soon as she spoke, the hand on her shoulder grabbed harder, and she saw a sneer on the corner of Luo Li's mouth, her eyes were even more gloomy in this night, and she said sarcastically, "Chrysanthemum Pavilion is not on that side!" ā
Qishuang grinned, and scolded herself in her heart, "Why don't you remember the way." ā
"I like to walk around."
"No one can leave!"
It was Qin Xuan who answered Qishuang's words, only to see Qin Xuan change into a moon-white dress, more like men's clothes, hand-cranked folding fan, looking very chic and cold, with one hand behind her back, coming to the wind, this time there was not only Bi'er behind her, but also four black-clothed people on the left and right.
"If there is an enemy, you don't say it earlier." Qishuang muttered as she turned around, now was not the time to leave.
"You're blind, you didn't see me hurt, and you were stupid enough to think that I would get hurt for no reason." Luo Li also let go of his hand, obviously injured, but he was full of confidence.
"It's not okay to die in another place if you're injured, why do you have to run in front of me!"
"Drag you to death with me!"
"Good! Attaboy! When this chick is solved, let's settle the new and old accounts together! Qishuang clapped her hands as she spoke, picked her chin, lowered her eyes, and looked at Qin Xuan opposite arrogantly.
Luo Li glanced at her, saw that she was still holding a chicken nest on her head, and read at the same time in a blink of an eye, "When you clean up, you will count." ā
Qin Xuan saw that the two of them were looking at her, and this appearance of the same enemy made her heart sour, but she still pretended to be calm, "After whispering, let's come to fight." ā
"Okay, how? Is it a wheel war, or are you attacking it in groups? Qishuang sneered, and his gaze cautiously swept over the eight black-clothed people one by one.
Qin Xuan folded the fan in one hand and "snapped" it on the other hand, and the landscape fan was closed, and then raised the fan and pointed to Luo Liyao, "How to respond?" He, respond with his body! You! ā
Qin Xuan said and pointed the folding fan towards Qishuang, and after aiming at Qishuang's face, a little up and down, her long eyebrows were slightly raised, her red lips opened lightly, and she said coldly, "Respond with life!" ā
When the words fell, the folding fan was another point, and the eight black-clothed people divided into two groups and headed towards Qishuang and Luo Li respectively.
And Qin Xuan is already a folding fan, and the landscape is present.
Bi'er beside him looked proud, and Shui Ling's eyes looked back and forth, for fear of missing Qishuang's beating!
Seeing that the eight men in black came over majestically, Qishuang asked again, "Do you want to tell me the news of Wenmo first, if you die in a while!" ā
"If you're dead in a moment, you don't need to know." Luo Li said a word, and he was already wielding a blood-stained sword and counterattacking.
Qishuang pursed her lips, also pulled out the long sword at her waist, and read, "Big brother, bless me." ā
When the words fell, he stepped on the ground on tiptoe, his body was like a low-flying swallow, cutting through the night, and the long sword in his hand waved the moonlight.
Qin Xuan's hand shaking the fan stopped for a moment, and said in his heart, "What a light skill!" ā
Even if it is an enemy, she has to admit that Qishuang's light skills are rare even if she looks at this martial arts.
But...... Qin Xuan's eyes smiled, but I am afraid that I will disappear in the future.