"Which one's brother?"

Although Han Cheng relaxed, he still maintained his basic vigilance.

The person who came thought about it and said, "Candle Dragon." ”

Han Cheng looked shocked.

There is a strict hierarchy between the upper and lower levels of the Holy Order, and those who can directly spit out the word Candle Dragon are definitely the elite of the Holy Order.

It's just that he still needs to make a normal incision between the holy congregations, so he directly said, "The sacraments of heaven are born, and saints are born on earth." ”

Then he began to wait, and even had already relaxed.

But...

The person on the other side did not speak, but reminded in a somewhat mocking voice: "Han Cheng, you are exposed. ”

A few simple words made Han Cheng stunned.

Immediately, his complexion changed drastically.

This sentence, this tone, made him suddenly understand that he had been exposed, and although his strength was good, it was by no means rare in the Holy Order.

Such a waste after exposure is a breakthrough in Da Zhou.

If he is caught, it means that many things can be said.

"No, I won't say it, even if I get caught... I don't share the sky with Da Zhou, natural disasters and man-made disasters, and the enchantress is chaotic, even if I die, I will never..."

Han Cheng didn't want to resist, he hurriedly explained.

But the man in white on the other side had already moved.

He just rolled up his sleeves.

A line in the sleeve.

Like a finger chasing a soul and asking for life, it suddenly floated into the air.

It was a series of needles arranged so evenly that it looked like the fingers of a demon.

Click.

The "finger" poked into Han Cheng's eyebrows, and then broke out of his skull, making a continuous doom sound on the brick wall behind him.

Han Cheng slowly softened, as if he hadn't figured it out at all.

This is not the case with the Holy Church.

How could this be the case with the Holy Church?

He just couldn't figure it out, so he was in a hurry to explain just now, and he didn't think about being on guard, and even until this moment, he didn't believe that the other party had made a move.

Didn't the congregation know that this would break the hearts of its members?

If the members are in trouble, you don't help, and you send people to kill them.

In this way, what will others think?

And how will the enemy take advantage of it?

How could the adults of the Holy Congregation be so stupid?

How is it possible to make such a decision?

How can it be?

？？

Unless...

The eyes of the right attendant of the Great Zhou Criminal Department suddenly widened, revealing a look of horror, and he seemed to have figured out one thing at the end of his life, in the last moment of his death.

Unless...

He is not a member of the Holy Order!!

Boom!!

Han Cheng fell into the dust, and the blood between his foreheads was gurgling, and it quickly coagulated in the winter night.

He didn't die in the joint encirclement and suppression of the White Tiger Torture Hall and the Dark Guard, but he died at the moment when he thought he was about to escape.

In those empty, shocked, frightened eyes.

Xia Ji squatted on the ground, searched on Han Cheng's corpse, and found a piece of Wen Yu that was close to him, and the cold cui of the jade pendant faintly formed a "Han" character, which seemed to be very distinctive, he directly ripped it off and continued to rummage, anyway, he had to wait for someone to appear before he could leave.

It didn't take long.

There was a very light footstep not far away, Xia Ji got up and pretended to leave in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry, and he didn't notice a book dropped from his sleeve.

The middle-aged man with the sword only felt a breeze passing by him, he was vigilant, and suddenly drew his sword, but when he looked again, he saw that the snow was vast, and there was no one.

A foreboding feeling suddenly arose in his heart, and he hurried into the hut.

In the room, the right waiter was bleeding from his forehead, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was terrified, and he didn't know what he saw or thought before he died.

The man with the sword was like ashes, knelt down directly, and shouted: "Han Gong!!"

Immediately, he turned his gaze again, but he did not see the boy's body.

At this moment, the wooden lid on the empty jar was lifted slightly, and a small head poked out of it, and in the faint light, it was the face of a boy who was crying and clenching his teeth.

The moment the boy saw the man with the sword, he cried out: "Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang, Dad is dead, Dad was killed!!"

...

...

Xia Ji stepped into the shadows.

He was sure of several things.

When the child heard the candle dragon, if he wasn't too stupid, he should have known that his father had been killed by his own people.

That swordsman, his skills are not bad, at least he can protect this child, and by the way, spread the news that the Holy Society killed his own people.

It doesn't have to be.

Even if Ji Sheng is a fool, his group of ministers are not vegetarians, and if such an obvious plan to fall apart is not used, it is really stupid.

As for taking a piece of Han Cheng's personal jade pendant, he left a copy of the secret weapon exercises, just to create a little variable.

After all, wouldn't it be better to give the Holy Congregation one more enemy?

Especially such a child with a special identity.

He has a good personality, he is very stoic, and he can see that he will become a talent, so it will be even better.

Maybe many years later, he will become a figure.

And then...

Wherever he threw Han Cheng's jade pendant, he would pounce fiercely, like a mad wolf.

Xia Ji exhaled.

He quietly counted down "Nineteen, eight, seven... Three-two-one..."

When the count reached one, only the sound of dense footsteps in the slums could be heard in the distance, and the light of torches.

"The people from the torture hall and the dark guards have arrived, and the relay behind it... It's up to Ji Sheng to do it.

In a way, he was my ally in the battle against the Holy Order.

But only allies. ”

The killing is murderous.

The human heart is dark.

But the faction showdown, always.

Xia Ji walked to a place far away from the slum and Hanfu, wearing white clothes and turning into gray nightgowns, he put his hands in his pockets, and walked in the wind and snow on the streets of Tianque.

It was very windy.

The snow is cold.

The night was deep.

But in this world, as long as there is a family, then there will be no loneliness.

The young man thought of Xia Ning, remembered Bai Pu, and showed the purest smile.

He was suddenly hungry, but he still had to go to Lanyu Xiaoyou's...

Goo-goo...

"Forget it, don't go, let's finish the little ravioli. ”

Xia Ji felt that it was better to teach Lan Yu Xiaoyou [Xuanyuan Seventy-two Ukiyo] than to eat a bowl of wontons.

He is already at the tenth level of this four-grade Xuangong, which is enough to pretend to be the great predecessor of the Daomen, and when he reaches the eleventh layer, he will slow down a little, and then focus on the Jiuyang True Body to the Great Perfection first.

The small chaotic meat on Tianque South Street has less skin and more skin, plus soy sauce soup, pepper noodles, and minced red peppers, which taste particularly fragrant.

Xia Ji ate very comfortably, but after eating, he saw that there was still a lot of traffic outside the Qinglou, and he didn't bother to go, so he turned to Changhong Lake in Tianque City, although it was a snowy night, but there were still painting boats on the wide lake.

Because the people of the royal capital are so rich, so... At this time, there are also nobles playing and frolicking in the painting boat, and from time to time there are some shameful voices.

Xia Ji looked at it for a while, and saw a thin girl sitting in front of the painting boat at the edge of the reed.

The boat was quite old, and the two red lanterns hanging in front of it were also bright and dark, not very matched, and there was a boy next to the girl who was a little at a loss.

Anxious for the lantern to shine, the girl and the boy have a somewhat similar appearance.

Xia Ji walked over directly.

The girl was shocked, she left her hometown for the escape, she had talent, but she didn't have a look, and she didn't know the rules of this industry, but she needed money very much, if she needed a medium to sell money for talent, then painting a boat was the most direct medium, so... She's just here to show up.

It's just that it's been a long time, but no one has patronized it at all.

At this time, when she saw a guest, the girl put on a smile that she was not good at and said, "Big... Uncle, do you want to listen to the music?"

Xia Ji yawned, touched it, and directly threw out a handful of broken gold, "Stay overnight." ”

The girl was stunned and introduced him into the painting boat, and the candle was bright, and she saw the appearance of the young man clearly, and couldn't help but be shocked: "General Xia!!"

General Xia may be ridiculed elsewhere, but in the wind and dust world, he is simply the small group of people at the top of the pyramid, and he belongs to the kind that will be popular with whoever is praised.

The girl decided to put what she had learned in her life into practice, and at the same time urged her younger brother to hurry up and go rowing.

However, he found out that this General Xia really just came to sleep.

He lay down on the couch in the painting boat and fell asleep.

In my sleep.

The painting boat has been on the lake, and the snow is flying all over the sky, and it is all broken in the water.