Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Murderer
"Hey, I said, step flowers, you're too shameless, pestering other little girls. The question you're asking really doesn't have the level and nutrients, right? ”
Miss Murong flew to the ring with light skills and said disdainfully, "
Of course, it's the clouds and mist that look good.
Buhuajian's expression flickered, waving a palm, Murong Yu, who had just stood steadily, began to struggle, Sheng Wuwu took a step forward, protected Murong Yu behind him, and said, "Buhuajian, have you made enough trouble?" ”
Buhuajian withdrew his palm and said, "I just want to ask Peach Blossom, is it me who is good-looking, or is it cloudy and misty that is good-looking?" She doesn't answer, what can I do? ”
Peach Blossom waited for this sentence, and Peach Blossom asked, "As long as I answer, will you end this farce?" ”
Bu Huajian said indifferently: "Of course. ”
Peach Blossom felt that this kind of problem was not a problem at all, why did she linger for so long, Peach Blossom said: "Of course, the clouds and mist are beautiful." ”
Buhuajian let go of the hand holding Peach Blossom, looked at Peach Blossom in disbelief and said, "Don't you have a crush on me?" How can you say that someone else is good-looking? ”
Peach Blossom felt so bored and continued, "When did I say I had a crush on you. ”
Buhuajian looked very hurt and said, "I will allow you to have a crush on me." Oh, I see, you know this kind of thing is important to me, so you want to use this opportunity to make me remember you deeply, and then think about you every day. I tell you, it's impossible, you can only humbly crush me. ”
Buhua brushed his sleeves, because he was afraid of getting dirty, so he flew directly to the carriage with light power.
The maid asked softly and caringly, "Palace master?" ”
Buhuajian put his fingers to his mouth and motioned for her not to speak, and he took off his clothes, the blood on his chest staining the petals red.
The pale petals were stained with a layer of blood red.
Originally, he really wanted to use the nine-turn plum blossom incense, but he was interrupted by the saint worry-free, and the internal force of the saint worry-free and the cloud and mist directly forced himself to withdraw the nine-turn plum blossom fragrance, fortunately, his internal strength was deep, otherwise he would definitely vomit blood on the spot.
Bukama lay on the bed, squinting and thinking.
The maid motioned for the other maids to drive away.
So under the gaze of everyone in the martial arts conference, the carriage between the flowers left.
Sheng Wuwu arched his hand to Yunwu, signaled Yunwuqi to continue to guard, glanced at Murong Yu and Peach Blossom, and flew straight to the stands.
Peach Blossom nodded to Yunwu and wanted to leave this place of right and wrong, but a voice still continued to destroy the real martial arts conference.
A man in green clothes stood in the ring, the sword in his hand was pulled out of the scabbard, and he looked at Peach Blossom with a heartbreak, as if he was looking at the enemy who killed his father.
"Murderer, take your life!"
The sword stabbed straight at the peach blossom.
Yun Wuji moved his body, dragged the peach blossom behind him, and the Xiao in his hand knocked the sword of the man in green clothes to the ground, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?" ”
Martial arts people are also wondering what the hell is going on?
The man in green clothes arched his hand, and then said with a handful of snot and tears: "The disciple is Li Mi, the eldest disciple of the Wufeng faction, and the master died in the room this morning, so the disciple went to find the carefree son, and the carefree boy asked the disciple to keep quiet, because the master died from the sword wound, and the red-faced sword did not know where." I uphold my trust in Sanssouci and Murong Villa, hoping that they will find the murderer for me, but unfortunately they actually shield the murderer. ”