She suppressed the sourness that suddenly poured into her eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "How do you sell this box of rouge?" The lady smiled: "It's not expensive, thirty dollars." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Thirty dollars? Cen Kexuan didn't know much about the outside market, and he didn't know how to exchange the thirty wen and the broken silver in his bag, so he had to nod, then lowered his head and groped in the belt, a few strands of hair on his forehead were blown up by the wind, slightly obscuring her vision, and she only heard the occasional noise around, but it had nothing to do with her, and in an instant, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

She was shocked all over, and before she could raise her head, the other party had already slashed head-on, and when she was dying, a stone flew from nowhere and hit the wrist of the eldest lady, Cen Kexuan took the opportunity to turn sideways and pick up a life. When she looked up, she saw that the proprietress had already pulled out a long knife from under the stall at some point, and if someone hadn't helped her in secret, or if she stayed in place for a second longer, she would have died in Huangquan.

She sighed in her heart, and couldn't help but rejoice - fortunately, she had escaped.

When the eldest lady saw her dodging at this moment, she was naturally unwilling, and immediately jumped up, approached Cen Kexuan with a knife, and cut cross-cutting head-on. Cen Kexuan took two steps back, hurriedly dodged the blade, turned around, and reached out to clasp the eldest lady's wrist, but as soon as she exerted her strength, she found that her whole body was weak, and she couldn't lift a trace of internal strength.

She thought for a moment, and suddenly understood. It's the rouge of the square! There must be some kind of soft tendon or other medicine used in it. Cen Kexuan knew that something was wrong, so he changed the buckle to push, and while the drug was not yet fully attacked, he gathered the strength of his whole body, and unexpectedly stretched out his hands to push the eldest lady away, but unexpectedly, the strength of the whole body only pushed the eldest lady out of two steps. The eldest lady sneered, and the horizontal knife was about to cut again, when suddenly a gray figure burst out from the side and knocked the eldest lady to the ground.

Cen Kexuan took a closer look, who was the drunkard Fan Yuqing who was not a talented man with that gray figure? "You-" Cen Kexuan was about to ask him, but he saw Fan Yuqing lying on the back of the eldest mother, still singing a poem with a drunken appearance: "I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will ......" Then, he laughed upside down, raised his head and poured a hard sip into his mouth, obviously drunk, but his strength was really not small.

The eldest lady was pressed and couldn't stand upright, Cen Kexuan immediately jumped backwards when he saw the opportunity, and before he could stabilize his mind, he saw that several vendors around him also hurriedly opened the stalls and pulled out long knives. The sword light, in this blue sky and white day, is particularly dazzling under the scorching sun.

When the pedestrians and vendors in the town saw this change, they immediately dispersed like frightened sheep, screaming and scattering, pushing and rubbing each other, hiding and hiding in the chaos, hiding and hiding, all kinds of goods and fruits rolled down to the ground along their movements, and some people fell, and immediately got up again, and fled with a faster speed. However, after a while, the entire street became empty, and only Cen Kexuan and these unknown assassins could be seen.

"Who are you?" Cen Kexuan said in a trembling voice while retreating. She had never seen such a posture, except for the last time she secretly left the Purple Cloud Palace, she didn't bring weapons at all on weekdays, and she couldn't use any skills at the moment, so she naturally knew in her heart that something was wrong. This place is a lot of distance from the Jinlin Inn, if you fight hard, I'm afraid your life will not be guaranteed. The men didn't respond to her, looked at each other, and leaped forward. Who knew that as soon as the drunken Fan Yuqing's long legs stretched, the two closest to him fell to the ground with a thud.

"Fuck it!" One of them cursed Fan Yuqing, and waited to get up and fight back with his hands, Fan Yuqing didn't even change his posture, and as soon as his feet pressed hard, the man immediately screamed.

Cen Kexuan dodged left and right, barely took a few moves, knocked down the two people in front of him, and was about to escape. Unexpectedly, when she stepped back, her back hit the fruit stall, she snorted, suddenly turned around, and threw a thick wooden board at the people who attacked in front of her, and the fruit on the wooden board also rolled down the ground. The few people in front couldn't dodge, they were hit by the wooden plank, fell to the ground in response, rubbed their bodies and stood up, but they stepped on the round and smooth melons and fruits, and their feet slipped and they were even more unstable on their feet.

Cen Kexuan didn't dare to stay longer, and immediately ran desperately towards the end of the street during this gap. At this moment, she had no way to do anything to that group of people, only to get rid of them. Fortunately, the fighting posture had scared away the crowded crowd on the street, and there was not much to get out of the way. Then Fan Yuqing can easily suppress a few people, thinking that her martial arts are not low, she will be fine, and her situation does not allow her to take care of a lot.

The wind in her ears blew, making her more and more sober, and the questions in her mind kept hitting her like a summer rainstorm, why did these people kill her? Who are they? Could it be the same people who killed the Cen family back then? Is my brother safe at the moment? However, reality did not give her much opportunity to think about these issues. Although she had tried her best, she was still a little girl in the end, and because of the rouge, her whole body was weak, but after a while, seeing that those people behind her quickly chased after her again, she was in turmoil and frightened, but there was no other way but to run forward.

Sweat soaked the corners of his forehead and back, and his whole body was obviously extremely tired, but he didn't dare to slow down at all, but the effect of the medicine had become more and more obvious, and his body seemed to be about to lose strength. The doubts that were just in his head were gradually replaced by panic - what should I do? What to do?

Suddenly, a carriage came galloping from the nearby alleyway, and with a long whistling of horses, the reins were strangled on the ground, and the carriage stood in front of her, and the dust flew up. She involuntarily stopped—there was a carriage in front of her, and there were chasing soldiers behind her, could it be that the heavens were going to kill her? Gasping for breath and looking at the man in front of him, his heart beating as if it were about to jump out of his chest.

The driver was a man, holding the reins and wearing a hat, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt a little familiar. Cen Kexuan was anxious, and was about to ask what this person wanted, but he saw that the curtain behind the carriage was suddenly opened, revealing a woman's face, young and beautiful, with moving eyebrows, it was actually the girl who practiced swords in the inn yesterday. The girl smiled and said, "Get in the car." ”

Cen Kexuan was stunned for a moment, looked behind him, and saw that those people with knives were about to catch up, knowing that his situation was already very serious, and at the moment, there was no other choice but to get in the car. Without thinking about it, she jumped into the carriage and got into it. The chariot driver waved his whip, and the horse raised its head to the sky and roared, and the whole carriage went away with the roar, throwing the group of swordsmen away and farther away.

The dust was raised, and the slowing footsteps and curses of the pursuers were heard in the wind, and as the carriage faded away, it faded until it was completely gone, and only the sound of the chariot was left in my ears. Cen Kexuan finally breathed a sigh of relief - thank God he had escaped this catastrophe. The sound of her heartbeat was still rattling, but it didn't slow down, she turned around, and was about to say something, but suddenly bumped into the girl's smiling eyes, hiding unknown mysteries and faint ridicule, and she suddenly noticed a trace of strangeness.

"You ......" Before she could finish speaking, she felt a blow to the back of her neck, her eyes went black, and she fainted in the carriage.