Meng Shichen didn't insist either: "If you don't go to me, how can they spread wild in my territory?" "What's more, Yue Yi is still her client, and the deposit money hasn't been paid yet! When someone dies, where does she go to find someone to ask for an account?

"Bastard! Let you be presumptuous in the territory of the little lady! Meng Shichen snorted, and before she stepped forward, another figure passed by her at a gallop, and after stuffing a sleeping doll into her arms, she turned around and joined the battle circle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sharp sword wrapped around the flower vine broke through the air and rescued Yue Yi, who was originally forced into a corner. Immediately afterward, the blade of the sword spun and stabbed into the heart of a killer who wanted to rush forward.

The long sword pierced a bright red blade of about five inches from the killer's back, and beads of blood slid along the blade to the tip before dripping. At the same time, the hammer in the killer's hand also fell to the ground with a "bang", shaking a flower.

The expression on the handsome face of the painting was faint, and he drew his sword mercilessly, and the moment the blood spurted out, the painting had already appeared on the side of the killer holding the long sword. As soon as the other man raised his hand, the blade of the sword passed through his neck.

The killer who can force Yue Yi into the corner, but he didn't use his own killing moves to release the "nightmare" from the painting. Are these killers too weak, or have they grown away from the painting?

Meng Shichen withdrew the soul blade and gently pulled the thin satin on the dumpling to prevent the murderous and vindictive aura from affecting the little girl's sleep. Dango slept deeply, and the sound of swords clashing didn't wake her up.

"It's so dangerous here, why did he bring people here?" Song Yu was a little dissatisfied with the fact that he had brought the group here, but he still drew his sword and joined the battle. It is estimated that he does not want to wait for the battle to implicate the regiment.

Yue Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person was as powerful as if he had been reborn. He danced the long sword in his hand into a sharp killing move, but in a moment, he gave the person holding the long sword a stunt, and the long sword sealed his throat. Song Yu did not fall behind here, and he killed a killer as soon as he made a move.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left in the group of six, a lean man with a razor-sharp hookblade in his hand like a snake, and a man with a tiger's back and a bee's waist in a scythe.

The lean man threw out the weapon in his hand, and the other also offered his scythe. It's just that the latter's eyes lit up, and his eyes looked at Meng Shichen like a sword. Immediately afterwards, the lock sickle in his hand turned, and the change was like an eagle falling and a snake moving, attacking Meng Shichen without warning.

In a flash from the painting's figure, he had already passed the lean man, and the long sword in his hand also poked straight out to stir up the lock and sickle that was about to reach Meng Shichen's door.

At this moment, the silk cloth covering the dumplings was impacted by the sword qi, and Meng Shichen jumped up again, and the silk cloth slipped off the head of the dumplings untouchably, just facing the opposite side. The man with the scythe suddenly turned pale, and he jerked the chain back.

"Poof!" The sharp blade cut through the flesh, and the man's hand holding the scythe was actually cut off!

The lock sickle fell, and Meng Shichen also landed on the roof. She shifted the dumpling to her shoulder, and then looked at the other side in dismay. The person who shot just now was neither Li Hua nor Yue Yi, let alone Song Yu, who was standing the farthest.

It was the killer's accomplice, the lean man with a soft, sharp blade.

The other party's face was pale and even bluish, and it was very obvious that the four large lanterns hanging in the courtyard were very obvious. The man with the severed arm did not blame his accomplices, but just glanced at the other party. After the two made eye contact, they wanted to run away, but they were separated from the painting and Song Yu and they held their swords around their necks.

"Tie it up and ask who is behind it." Meng Shichen stood on the roof and spoke, his eyes as cold as ice.

These people chose to assassinate Yue Yi at this time, which made her have to suspect that Yu Chuanguo Yuxi was related. Yue Yi stepped forward to stop the two killers who almost killed themselves by biting their tongues: "I will take these two people to the new state capital, and they will bring you danger here." ”

"Yes, but we have to clean it up. I'm afraid of trouble. Meng Shichen flew down with a sleeping dumpling.

Yue Yi nodded, with a slight embarrassment on his face that caused her trouble: "I will lose money on the table that I broke just now." Together with the deposit paid later, it will be delivered tomorrow. This kid is ......" he glanced at the dango curiously.

Get! Professionalism is here again. "You take her to sleep first. It was a timely shot just now, and it has grown again. Meng Shichen stuffed the person back into Lihua's arms, and the latter raised his eyebrows proudly, and then left with the child in his arms.

"She is the daughter of a distant relative, and she somehow found out that I was here, saying that she was busy with the farm and asked me to help take care of the children for a few more days." Meng Shichen casually made up a reason with understatement, she originally wanted to say that she was entrusted with the task.

I'm afraid that if it spreads, it will be a big trouble for everyone to invite her to see the child.

Yue Yi didn't speak, smiled slightly and actively cleaned up the yard. Song Yu, who was reluctant, was also helping on the side, and he didn't know them at all, could it be that Zhang Yifeng usually concealed Song Yu's existence from his master?

A rebellious son, a lively and simple amnesiac teenager......

I always feel a little bit of that reverie...... Ahem! Meng Shichen straightened his mind and took a rope to tie the two of them. "Who are you?" She stared at the two of them muttering to herself, but she wasn't ready to untie her dumb hole and let them talk.

What if you bite your tongue and kill yourself? Yue Yi has a set of interrogators, and he is more relieved to hand them over.

"Yue Yi, how about you tell me about their background identities? Maybe it's related to what you're looking for, and it can also be used as a clue to look it up. "Meng Shichen is actually most curious that these people don't dare to hurt the group, and they are likely to be the same as the guys squatting outside.

Or maybe they're just squaanting here. Seeing Yue Yi coming, he was afraid that the matter of the group would be leaked, so he would strike first?

"That's what I'm thinking, too." After Yue Yi cleaned up the corpse, he turned around and left directly with the two killers. Only Song Yu was left alone to rush to the yard angrily, and this busy work was in the middle of the night.

The next day, Yue Yi did not come, and he asked the state government official to bring a letter and a bag of money. The two killers refused to say anything, and he received an urgent letter that the Guo family in prison was in crisis, asking him to temporarily stabilize the angry emperor.

However, another one came.

In the spring, he rode a horse and rode all the way to Meng Shichen's house directly to Meng Shichen's house, just to see his lovely daughter as soon as possible.

As soon as he entered the door, Tan Jiuling kept chattering: "The Juying faction won the first battle, and there are only a small stream of Wumen disciples left in Kunlun Mountain. Seeing that I was not feeling well, the head of the gate temporarily allowed me to come back and recuperate for a few days. ”

"I want to be a group, but I didn't go to Luoyang. Can't wait to get back, where's my daughter? Have you taken good care of her? If you're thin, dark, or injured, I won't give you a penny. Tan Jiuling pretended to be a threat and patted the money bag. (To be continued.) )