The man in black approached him, Murong Qian held his breath and gathered his breath, and slammed his palm on the corpse, breaking the veins of the man in black in the air.

The body fell, the man in black drenched in blood, and he struggled to his feet from the pool of blood.

He looked at Murong Qian, tore open his chapped lips, revealing deep white fangs, his eyes flashed with essence, and he roared: "Blood Rakshasa!" ”

The black-clothed man was surrounded by blood, and suddenly, the blood flow converged into a sharp blade and slashed down, Murong Qian used the maple leaf as a screen, and he couldn't resist the strong blade at all, and the flying knife was bounced off in an instant.

Murong Qian had nowhere to dodge, and in a hurry, he stretched out his hand to block, seeing that his arm was about to be cut off.

Suddenly, the snow poured in from the curtains, winding up with the bloodstream, condensing the blades of blood in the air.

A ribbon followed, and with a slam of blow, the sharp blade of blood shattered into red ice ballast, and rolled down with a clatter.

The man in black wailed, his meridians were broken, and he burst and died.

"Heaven is evil, it is still violated; and thou shalt not live. ”

A woman's style floated outside the curtain, and she sighed.

Murong Qian looked at the figure and stood with his fists clenched: "Thank you Miss Qingchen for saving your life!" ”

The light dust came in with the curtain, and after lighting the lamp, he bowed to Yingying: "The Fusheng Pavilion is not well entertained, and I still hope that Gongzi Haihan 1" is the bloody breath I brought, which stirred up the fragrance of wine in this Fusheng Pavilion! Murong Qian looked at the dead corpse on the ground and sighed softly, "Girl, be careful, don't let this blood stain your shoes and socks." "How big a grudge there is, it has to kill someone!" Hun Qingchen shook his head slowly, and walked slowly to the side of the dwarf. "Sometimes it's not a big grudge." Murong Qian followed the lotus steps of Hun Qingchen, noticed the peach blossom wine that had been splashed on the ground before, and in a short period of time, the floor had been soaked in disgusting black, and a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's just that there are only so many beautiful things in the world, some people want to get it, and some people are destined to lose 1 Hun Qingchen raised his eyes and stared at Murong Qian, and smiled slightly: "What does that son want?" Murong Qian looked at Hun Qingchen with some apprehension, and suddenly, the evil smiled evilly, flew over, stopped his waist and hugged Hun Qingchen, the tip of his nose came to Hun Qingchen's cheeks, stretched out his index finger, and playfully nodded at the small star soul lock mole in the corner of Hun Qingchen's eyes, and muttered: "I want to get you 1 Hun Qingchen's slender waist twisted, pushed Murong Qian away, and snorted: "Jiangshan beauty, none of them are easy to take, if the son wants, it depends on whether you have such ability." As he spoke, he caressed Murong Qian's palm like a silk wrapper, turned around, and drifted into the sky like smoke. Murong Qian looked at the ethereal drapery and looked at the floating pavilion where the people were scattered, and a gust of breeze spread on the corners of his mouth. Outside the house, the snow was all over the sky, and the building was covered in silver, a crystal clear, cotton-like snowball, quietly gathering the flying light dust, but it could not contain the blood flow of grievances. "Ahh Liu Ruomeng, who was behind him, strode forward, slapped Ah Li in the face, and shouted: "Shut up!" Ah Li stumbled up from the pool of blood and rushed out: "Ah! Dead! Dead! Dead! Murong Qian's cold gaze wandered over the three flesh and blood lying on the ground, and suddenly his eyelids jumped, and the man in black who appeared first did not know when he lurked in the sea of night and disappeared in the ocean of snow.