Xia Ji has been facing the spring rain.

It's just that what he looked at was the scene from afar.

The man in white ran away in a frenzy.

"It's really Yama... It's really Yama... How is that possible?"

And behind him was Meng Po, who followed unhurriedly.

Meng Po was originally the leader of the Jiangnan oil-paper umbrella.

Her strength is not only to give back to others in her own way.

The "perfect replica" that the boy brother said is what he said about her.

Although the consumption is huge, Meng Po can completely use the exercises of other strong people for a certain period of time.

As long as she has seen and experienced it completely, she can use it.

This is a Jiangnan family's unpassed method [Little Star Shift Phaseless Method], the practice conditions are extremely harsh, in addition to talent, it also requires pure family blood.

This is probably because the blood relationship hides the memory information of the ancestors, so it can only fit in the subconscious.

Meng Po's unpassed method has obviously reached the Great Perfection, not only that, she should have broken through to the eleventh layer and had a qualitative improvement, otherwise she would not have copied her own means so perfectly.

Although Meng Po is the leader of the oil-paper umbrella, she is usually very idle.

This is because this Assassin organization does not need a leader to take orders or send orders.

What the leader needs is to calm certain fields at critical moments, as well as to save the emergency.

Xia Ji also heard the words of the disciple of the family.

It seems that there is indeed such a distinction between the upper and lower layers of the underworld.

If this is calculated, his identity as the son of Yama Heaven should be regarded as the pillar of the oil-paper umbrella in the lower heavens.

The man in white is frantically on the run.

Meng Po was chasing after her, as if she was fishing, not in a hurry or slow, quietly waiting for the existence behind the man in white to appear.

It's just that she suddenly felt a trance.

That's the control of the gods.

As long as the strength is above the controlled, there will be no backlash.

The trance disappeared in an instant.

Meng Po stopped, this was a sign that she had made an appointment with the Lord, and once she did, it meant that she should return and move on to the next step.

She looked at a leaf in front of her.

A moment ago, the leaf had just been blown off the treetops.

The moment has slipped in front of the boots.

Meng Po estimated the time when the leaves fell.

This is also a sign from the Lord with her.

This time is expanded by a certain percentage, which is the prelude to the execution of the next step.

As a top-notch, even transcendent assassin, Meng Po paid attention to everything around her at all times.

Therefore, even if it is a brief trance, she can calculate the time with a very small error.

She looked sideways in the direction of the town, and the gray-gold robe quickly disappeared into the night spring rain, disappearing without a trace.

The man in white is still at large.

The disappearance of the movement behind him did not slow him down, but accelerated a few points.

The murderous machine contained in the silence is the most terrifying.

At this moment, he only felt that the needle was on his back, and his heart almost wanted to jump out of his throat.

He's just a pawn.

Just now, he was facing a real chess player.

The chess player disappeared, not because he couldn't catch up with him, but because... He's already picked up the next piece.

The man in white is simply terrifying.

He only felt that he was in the middle of the game, unable to see clearly, like a pawn who was running for his life.

On the top of the head.

It was the two terrifying phantoms, quietly playing against each other.

...

The spring rains stopped after midnight.

The hunt that the sons and ladies of the family feared did not continue to come.

Xia Ji picked an opportunity to clear the blue eyes left by the man in white before.

He has proved to the candle dragon that "there is no Yama Heavenly Son among the young ladies of the family".

Candle Dragon may think more, but this kind of thinking will make the former, as a chess player, unable to form the basis for judgment at the last moment when faced with a closer judgment.

The method of removal is extremely simple, and the methods of the above generals can be completely traceless.

The Blue Eye is ranked ninety-eight in the Divine Soldier Spectrum.

The eye of the earth ranks ninety-seven.

Here, the distinction between high and low is made.

The Blue Eye can be removed, but the Earth Eye can't.

The blue eye can't only sense the number of people around it, movement, but it can't sense the situation on the scene, but the earth eye can.

And if the blue eye is discarded, the white snake in it will not curse to track it down.

Although there are many functions, it is not as good as the earth's eye, which has a single detection function.

After doing all this, Xia Ji began to close his eyes and take a nap.

He began to wait.

He doesn't feel like a hunter and never wants to violate anything, but if someone wants to hurt his family, then...

Even if it is far away, it will be punished!

...

At dawn.

The dejected team finally saw hope.

A fairly prosperous city called Heijo.

Unlike this kind of city and town, the Assassins would never dare to invade boldly, as there was a branch of the White Tiger Torture Hall and a regular garrison.

The sons and ladies of the family wept with joy.

Xue Qianrou, Qi Yao, Lan Xiaomo and others need to care about their performance at all times, so they were obviously scared to death last night, but they couldn't show it, but they also breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

The next step is to do a good rest here, and then ask the master of the family to go to the White Tiger Torture Hall and the official mansion to explain the matter of the assassins.

This matter will never be small.

But no one knows how powerful the Holy Congregation really is.

The White Tiger Torture Hall is also still engaged in a tug-of-war with this organization.

If this holy city has a stronghold, then this matter is enough for the Son of Heaven to send a large army to be strangled directly, just like the tens of thousands of iron horsemen of the barbarian king walked all over the rivers and lakes back then.

It's a pity that the Holy Congregation doesn't.

Wang Qiqi no longer has the cold and glamorous appearance of Lily of the Valley, except that his face is still calm, but his expression has shown tiredness.

She looked sideways at the young man who was napping, his face was extremely quiet, with a mysterious charm.

Wang Qiqi looked at it for a while, and only felt that if he woke up every day in the future and saw such a face next to the pillow, he didn't seem to be so annoying.

She reached out and nudged the merry marriage partner.

It was only when his fingers touched him that Xia Ji suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes...

Wang Qiqi's small mouth opened slightly, and he exhaled softly: "You..."

But the meaning in those eyes changed completely.

Wang Qiqi heard a familiar voice.

"Little Beauty, we... Did you escape?"

The voice was mixed with lust, fear, and worry.

Wang Qiqi sighed.

Sure enough, I thought too much.

She replied coldly: "No, it's just that when we arrive in Pingcheng, we can stay at the inn, and I just told you to get up." ”

"Let's sleep together today. ”

Wang Qiqi didn't bother to answer, she got out of the car with a disgusted face, and left a sentence at the same time: "Wait for you to marry me." ”

In the firmament, clouds floated, and several birds swept by at a faster speed.

In the bird's pupil, in the golden light, the eaves and streets of thin and pale gold are reflected.

The disciples of the family began to stay in the inn one after another.

Da Da...

The sound of horses' hooves did not slow or urgent.

At the end of the streets of Heijo, a horse-drawn carriage full of ancient elegance is waiting quietly in front of the mansion.

The green willows are blowing.

The door to the mansion opened.

In the spring light, the girl wrapped in a neon dress slowly walked out.

The moment her face appeared in the sunlight, all the disciples of the family who were staying at the inn in the distance were stunned.

The early risers of the surrounding streets were also stunned.

Both men and women were stunned.

Beauty.

Intoxicating beauty.

It seems that the elegance and poetry of the entire Jiangnan are all presented to her.

She was holding an oil-paper umbrella with a peach blossom picture in her hand, the umbrella had just been put away, and she said softly in Wu Nong's soft voice: "It turns out that the rain has stopped." ”

And in front of her, a young girl in a green shirt said in the same Jiangnan water town: "Miss Yanran, we have already seen the mountains in the north, it is time to go back, otherwise Madame will be in a hurry." ”

"Qing'er, is my mother so terrible?"

The beautiful Jiangnan girl walked into the carriage while smiling and talking sly.

And the word Yanran seems to wake up the disciples of the family who have seen and heard a lot.

"Murong Yanran!!"

"The first beauty in the world, the first on the list of hundred flowers, the white peach blossom of the Murong family of Gusu in Jiangnan!!"