"Lin Xin'er?"

The Messenger of the Voice saw the person who made the move.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xin'er shook the long whip in her hand and took the magic flute directly, as long as the magic sound did not sound, the magic sound messenger would have a lot of trouble dealing with a hundred soldiers.

"What a delicate whip!" The Demon Sound Envoy had to sigh at the weapon in Lin Xin'er's hand, and it was obvious at a glance that it was made by a thousand-year-old vine of Shanghao.

Whip wind, combined with Lin Xin'er's skills, full of strength.

The Messenger of the Magic Sound had to guard against being drawn, and while retreating, avoiding the long vine rope, he waved the jade flute to resist.

"Smack!"

The whip was like a mighty serpent, biting the jade flute.

The hand of the magic messenger holding the jade flute trembled.

The two fought for a while, and Leng Yanqiu and Huangfu Yan Chong chased after them.

Lin Xin'er avoided it again, let the magic messenger out, and leaned on the inside of the cliff by herself.

Everyone was besieging the Demon Messenger, and no one noticed where Lin Xin'er was standing, or, she was long gone.

The Messenger of the Voice was forced to the edge of the cliff, and there was no opponent on the edge of the cliff.

This is the cliff that Lin Xin'er once jumped.

The Demon Sound Envoy is a Zhilu Dao, this time he was forced here, is it a coincidence or a will?

But in the face of Leng Yanqiu and Huangfu Yanchong, the two masters, and the encirclement of hundreds of soldiers, if he didn't escape, he could only be trapped in this net, although he could withstand it for a while, after a long time, he couldn't afford it.

It's just a cliff, and relying on his light-shifting phantom can easily sweep down unscathed, and that's his only way out.

The Demon Messenger didn't have time to think about it, put away the jade flute, and leaped down the cliff.

In the eyes of the soldiers, it was as if he had suddenly disappeared from the edge of a cliff.

Huangfu Yan Chong and Leng Yanqiu chased to the edge of the cliff and looked down, the twilight was deep, and there was no trace.

At this time, Xiao Yishan also brought people to arrive, and someone reported to him.

"Jumping off a cliff like this, it's okay?" Xiao Yishan walked to the edge of the cliff and asked.

"Xin'er said that if you want to arrest him, you will definitely be able to hold it." Huangfu Yan rushed.

"I'll go down and have a look." Leng Yanqiu said, and then leaped down the cliff.

But his speed was slow, and little by little he clinged to the rock wall he leaned on, as if he were searching for something.

Huangfu Yanchong squatted down, carefully paying attention to Leng Yanqiu's movements, close to the edge of the cliff, and could still see clearly.

However, the further down you go, the more you sink into the twilight, and you can't see it.

"General Xiao, order someone to search under the cliff, and I will go down first." Huangfu Yan rushed to his feet and said.

Then he jumped cautiously down the cliff against the rock wall.

Huangfu Yan rushed through the clouds and mist, climbed the rock wall and touched a rope with his hand under the rock, and tried to pull it, the rope was quite strong, one end was embedded in the rock crevice, and there should be no problem in pulling it down.

Huangfu Yan Chong didn't know if Lu Dao Leng Yanqiu also went down with this rope, anyway, with the help of this rope, it was easier for him to slide down to Lu.

The rope was very long, and after releasing the end, I descended with my bare hands and reached the bottom of the cliff in a short time.

The wind at the bottom of the cliff was cold and bitter, and the smell of blood was still there.

Huangfu Yanchong saw Lin Xin'er and Leng Yanqiu standing in the snow, with messy footprints around them.

The Whisperer twitched beneath their feet, covered in snowflakes as if they were stuck in a pit of snow.

The snow pit was loose, but it seemed difficult for the messenger to climb out and get up, and the jasper-colored flute fell not far from him, and he couldn't get out of his hand.

Huangfu Yan rushed over to pick up the jade flute and walked up to them.

The Messenger of the Voice was badly wounded in the waist, and a short knife was still stuck in his body, and the entire blade was embedded in it, leaving only the bare hilt.

Huangfu Yan Chong recognized that it was the one that Lin Xin'er had prepared to take with her before leaving the Holy Palace.

The crimson blood slumped away from the demonic messenger and fell into the snow, like a red plum blooming in winter, but the sky was already dark, and it seemed as cold and enchanting as when the night came.

"Demon Messenger, how does it feel like to be wasted?" Lin Xin'er asked, with a cold smile on her lips, as if as soon as she spoke, the coldness condensed the cold wind at the bottom of the cliff with the snow, making people tremble.

On the ground, the evil man's charm is not there, he is a wounded, a helpless weak man who is barely breathing.

"You won." The voice of the messenger was weak.

This kind of pain was something he had never experienced before, but from Lin Xin'er's questioning, he knew that she was very familiar with these things. It's just that she has too many mysteries that he doesn't know, such as when he was suddenly stabbed when he fell, he didn't know where the knife came from, the only thing that was certain was that he fell into the hands of Lin Xin'er today, and he couldn't live or die!

Wu Mohai, who has always been arrogant and extraordinary, never expected him to have such a day!

He was defeated at the hands of the daughter of one of the people Bing'er hated the most, for Bing'er it was like being stabbed by the enemy again, whether he could see Bing'er alive or not, Bing'er knew that all this would hurt her again.

Obviously, their plan is perfect, and it is obvious that they are in charge of all this, but they never expected Lin Xin'er to have such the ability to fight back!

Doubtful, unwilling, worried...... All kinds of consciousness mixed up in the mind of the magic messenger, so that he could not care, or rather ignore the pain.

"I know that Lu Dao has dug a trap for you and have to jump, this should be your usual method for people, right?" Lin Xin'er smiled, squatted down, and looked at the Demon Messenger closely, "What if she knows how I dealt with you?" I'm curious about how deep your relationship is? ”

Let such a person show up and rush to the front all the time, and their relationship must not be simple.

This is more like the person who was standing on the other side watching the play when she and Jing Xuan were hurt a lot.

Now she is the one who watches the show, is it to take revenge, or to force "her" out and let "her" come to her in person?

"She's going to make your death even worse......" The Voice Bringer's purple lips twitched, and he lost his strength and fell into the snow, badly wounded, making him feel cold, cold......

He knew that although he was not the person Bing'er loved, she would definitely punish Lin Xin'er for herself, and at this point, it was no longer as simple as killing anyone, and the heavier punishment was endless torture.

This is also the damage that those people once inflicted on Bing'er.

"You believe in Xia Yubing very much." Lin Xin'er straightened up and sneered.

Is it like she once trusted and loved Master? But how much is it different from the feelings of their group of children who were raised by "her"?

The Demon Voice Envoy was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Lin Xin'er to say this name accurately.

They all thought that there would be no clues about Bing'er left in the capital, that hypocritical dog emperor, who had harmed Bing'er, would not leave everything about Bing'er, Bing'er was a person who had long since died and even been forgotten in their eyes, who would have thought that she was still alive in the world?