Shen Mingzhu is really going to scold, her vision is a little blurry, she never knew that Xiao Xian would ask people so politely if they want it, he has always given what he wants, he can do whatever he wants, and secular etiquette is bullshit in his eyes.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to kill his brother and father in public.

Although those men who are bent on pursuing power, for them, there is no one who cannot be killed, fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters, children, as long as it is their own stumbling block, they can still be killed, but ordinary people still need to cover up.

or use poison tricks, or any excuse, very few people will kill directly in public, even if it is Xiao Che, they all have to do it behind their backs.

However, it may be that she likes Xiao Xian's happy and vengeful personality, and thinks he is bright and upright enough, so even if he is cold and ruthless, she chooses to cooperate with him.

Isn't it?

Thinking so, she actually smiled at him, with a bit of ridicule, revealing the guilt of her previous life and the joy of this life.

"Xiao Xian, you, you're really good-looking."

Then she managed to pass out.

Xiao Xian's eyebrows raised, his face instantly cold, and then slowly relaxed.

She actually knows her name?

How could she possibly know herself?

At this time, another rain of arrows came, Xiao Xian raised his eyebrows impatiently, and waved the sleeves of his white robe, as if to wave away the annoying flies, "Hula" All of a sudden, those arrows that were as fast as meteors avoided him, and some even shot back at double speed.

"Puff ......" arrows did not miss, and dozens of people fell immediately, and there was even a case where one arrow skewer hit two people.

Frightened, those people howled, "Murder Yama, murder Yama!" ”

"Run!"

"Want to go? Is it that easy? Xiao Xian snorted coldly, picked up Shen Mingzhu with one hand, touched the ground with his toes, and raised the other hand, and the fish hook was thrown out again.

He was in mid-air, like death coming, and the men cried out in terror, and the arrows missed their heads, and fell beside him without any strength.

And his fishing line seems to have eyes, and it seems to be his hand, circled into a circle, his internal force shocked, and his flying body was like a roc spreading its wings, "silky ......"

There was hardly any sound, and the people felt a wonderful sound ringing in their ears, silky, faint, like the sound of snow falling without a trace, and then they saw a magnificent sight.

A puff of blood mist shimmered with golden-red brilliance in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a red cloud.

The others screamed, looking at the accomplices in front of them, and suddenly their heads rolled to the ground, screaming again and again, some turned around and fled, and some slashed at their own people like crazy.

And at the back of the crowd, a person sat on a horse, his figure was as immobile as Yuanyue Zhizhi, looking coldly at the murderous killing in front of him, his face was cold, as if he was just killing some chickens and ducks.

He held the world-famous sun-shooting bow in his hand, his eyes narrowed, looking at Xiao Xian who was spinning in mid-air, and found an opportunity, he quickly pulled the bow and aimed and shot, all the movements in one go, as chic and smooth as flowing clouds, without any stagnation.

And once the arrow is shot with all its strength, it is faster than a meteor, and it is more violent than the stormy waves, he did not hesitate, immediately turned the horse's head, hit the horse and galloped away.