Chapter 43 The Marquis of Purple Clothes

Peach Blossom's heart was full of doubts, who sued them. This time he came out of the valley, and only the master, Cang'er and himself knew, the master would not say, and Cang'er naturally would not tell the enemy about his whereabouts.

The more confused she was, the calmer her face became, but fortunately the veil on her face blocked her fleeting surprise.

Ignoring the knife on her shoulder, or the knife cutting through the skin and staining her own blood on the knife, she asked coldly, "Who told you that I am the Venerable Lord of Qingmen Yin?" What do you have to prove that I am the Venerable Lord of Qingmen, if you can't prove it, you killed me, isn't it the same indiscriminate killing of innocents?"

The big man pulled off the veil of the peach blossom, looked at the peach blossom carefully, and said, "Third child, take out the portrait and show it to this demon girl, so that she will die blindly." ”

The obscene man took out a piece of drawing paper from his pocket, and on the drawing paper was a peach blossom.

Peach Blossom was shocked again, this has been in Peach Blossom Valley since she lost her memory, where did this portrait come from?

Did you have a scar on your face before?

Could it be that as soon as he came out of the valley, he was targeted.

Peach Blossom wondered if she was going to die under this butcher's knife.

The big man brandished a big knife and slashed at Peach Blossom, who closed her eyes.

The fear of death had robbed her of her sanity.

The touch of the big knife did not fall on her body for a long time, and Peach Blossom half-opened her eyes, and suddenly found that the dark room was bright in an instant.

Cang'er, dressed in black, stood in front of her with a sword, Cang'er's sword would drink blood when it came out of the sheath, and the sword flashed with a sharp light, which should be with the bright blood on the sword, making Peach Blossom's mind even more knotted.

Cang'er took Peach Blossom's hand and ran out with her luggage, Peach Blossom looked back at the person who had threatened her life just now, and now she had become a dead corpse lying on the ground.

Cang'er jumped onto the red horse with the peach blossom in his arms, and ran away in the wilderness in the baptism of the moonlight.

Peach Blossom wants to ask too many questions, but she doesn't know where to start, but Cang'er doesn't ask you, so he naturally won't say it.

"Where are you going? The Blue Gate leads the Lord and the Green Gate leads the dark envoy. ”

Suddenly, a strange figure stood firmly in front of the horse, and the galloping horse fell to its knees.

Cang'er held the peach blossom and gently jumped onto the tree in the wilderness.

Peach Blossom looked at the person whose voice was like a ghost, dressed in purple, but his voice was like a man and a woman.

The man's eyes were like those of a snake, staring closely at the peach blossoms on the tree, and his hand rested lightly on the red horse that was kneeling on the ground.

"Brushing the neon clothes, the dark messenger, you can't hide. Obediently hand over the baby, I may spare you from death, otherwise, haha, this unbehaved horse may be your fate. ”

The man gently stroked the horse's head, and with a force of his fingers, the horse was torn apart by his internal force.

Peach Blossom looked at the horse's internal organs and blood all over the ground, and the contents of her stomach couldn't help but churn.

The purple-clothed man gently put the blood on his palm on his mouth and sucked: "Fu Nishang, I heard that your blood is a good thing, don't worry, when I catch you, I will definitely not kill you." I'm definitely going to drink your blood little by little. Take your time. ”

The purple-clothed man's approach made Peach Blossom feel sick all over her body.

The purple-clothed man had sticky blood on his hands, and looked at the peach blossoms and cang's ears on the tree with a smile.

That kind of laughter, like the feeling of being targeted by a snake, cold, sticky, has a feeling that makes people vomit.

In the martial arts, there are also perverted people.