Chapter Seventy-Six: The Wounded Man in Black

In the empty and huge carriage, she asked Peach Blossom, she just wanted an answer, why did she kill people?

With martial arts, can you kill people casually?

She thought that Buhuama would answer that she would kill because she had a grudge.

She thought that Bukama would answer that the two people were bad people, so she killed them.

She thought that Bu Huama would answer that because those two people were from the Demon Sect, they wanted to kill people.

But she couldn't think of it, it turned out that killing people was just a matter of mood.

I really can't understand what kind of temper the peach blossom is having and what kind of anger is happening.

He was half-lying on the bed, and the only answer to his doubts was that Peach Blossom liked him, and did nothing more than to get his attention.

He'd already allowed her to have a crush on him, what else did she want.

Bu Huajian said lazily: "Because I heard them say that I am a woman, so I will kill me, what's the big deal." It's also worth your anger. If you want to have a crush, I'll just say it. ”

Peach Blossom was stunned, it turned out that the reason for killing was like this.

Peach Blossom said: "You can kill people for such a reason? ”

Buhuajian felt that he was tired again, but unfortunately the woman in front of him kept chattering and asking, although he allowed her to have a crush on him, but it didn't mean that he allowed this woman to babble without stopping.

Buhua yawned and continued: "I can kill people because others picked the flowers I raised, I can kill people because others appeared in front of my eyes without bathing and changing, and of course I can kill people because others say I am a woman." What's not to do? ”

Buhuajian saw that the woman in front of him still had the urge to ask, so he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I'm sleepy, don't ask." ”

Peach Blossom turned and jumped out of the carriage.

She really couldn't convince to kill someone for such a whimsical reason.

The maid said, "Palace master, do you want to tie the peach blossom girl back to the car?" ”

Buhuajian opened her eyes with difficulty and said, "No, let her be." ”

The maid was busy fanning the palace master who was already asleep.

Peach Blossom's knee hit the stone, and immediately blood seeped out of her knee and dripped to the ground.

She frowned at the carriage that had drifted away, and muttered, "Why do you treat life like child's play so much? ”

She stood up straight, blood running down her knees to her ankles, and she limped towards Murong Villa.

This Murong Villa is in the mountains, and it is very far away from the market.

In the morning, I didn't experience taking the carriage to the market with Miss Murong, but at this time, I limped to the villa, but I had this feeling.

The weather in the summer is very hot again.

Peach Blossom felt that she shouldn't go out today, and she shouldn't have accepted the strange bracelet of Saint Wuwu yesterday, so she wouldn't have turned her face with Murong Yu, and she wouldn't have met the palace master of that strange Bu Toad Palace, so naturally she wouldn't be so unlucky.

Peach Blossom leaned against the big tree, thinking chaotically.

Knowing that she was screaming tirelessly on the tree, Peach Blossom touched her empty stomach, and realized that it should be noon, but she didn't eat breakfast or lunch, so hungry.

The smell of grilled fish filled the air, and she followed the smell.

The fire was just a pair of yellow, orange and orange grilled fish, seeing such a beautiful scenery, Peach Blossom couldn't help but swallow her saliva, so hungry and wanted to eat.

I followed the grilled fish and saw the hands of the grilled fish, the knots of the fingers were thick, and the middle finger was unusually long, it was the hand of a swordsman, but it was not just the hand of a swordsman.

Following this hand, Peach Blossom's eyes gradually looked upward, and what she saw was a man's face.

Looking at that face, Peach Blossom subconsciously swallowed her saliva, it was really right, beautiful and delicious, bright and moving.

But this face is unusually familiar.

Where have you seen it?

The wounded man in black?