It's too late, it's fast, Linglong kicks the ground on tiptoe, and a dry land pulls onions and jumps onto a tree.

Although spring has begun, the trees have not sprouted, full of dead branches, and the delicate body is light, but there is still a creaking sound, which is the sound of breaking branches.

Linglong sighed, if it was Yan Xu, there would never be such a sound.

Although her husband has a lot of problems, this light skill alone is beyond her reach.

Standing at the top of the tree, his horizons are broader, not only can he escape the eyes of the city patrol army, but he can also listen to all directions, and provide cover for the master and husband.

But at that moment, she froze.

There was a man at the end of the tree, smiling at her, face to face, eye to eye.

The man was apparently already in the tree, and she hid under the tree without noticing.

Linglong silently lit a wax for herself, Yan Xu said that she couldn't leave the school for a year and a half, she was still not convinced, and now it seems that she is really not a little bit worse.

Without modern high technology, without the pistol she carried with her, she was at most a thief in ancient times, the kind of thief who took the sheep by the hand and gave the big thief the wind when doing big business.

The person in front of him obviously didn't have a complicated mood, and he smiled very brightly.

He should have been some years old, but in the soft moonlight, there were no wrinkles on his face, and if it weren't for the fact that his muscles were a little sagging, he still looked young at first glance.

It's just that this person looks a little weird.

How to say it, this appearance is logically handsome, but it is different from Yan Xu's handsomeness.

It's handsome, not handsome, not handsome, not heroic or anything like that.

This person is either a woman disguised as a man, or he is a feminine-looking person.

Linglong guessed that this person was really the former.

"He" spoke. It was a woman's voice.

"Little one, are you taking the wind? Who are your parents? Say it to grandma, if it's a good match, let go of your little turtle grandson. ”

Linglong opened her mouth, opened her mouth again, and then turned and ran.

The man obviously didn't expect the thief to run away without even saying a word. She was stunned. scolded: "I don't know which master taught it, why did he run away?" ”

Linglong didn't dare to stay longer, the fire on the ground was still burning. The lanterns are not all burned, and the fire cannot be extinguished.

I don't know if Yan Xu is successful in it, but he must have met an expert today.

If she wasn't mistaken, there were at least three groups of people coming. One group is Yan Xu and her, and the other group is pretending to be a corpse collector. The third group is the one on the top of the tree, who is neither male nor female.

The reason why the two fake corpse collectors ran away was not to see her, but to see this person on the top of the tree.

Just taking a look at the face and being scared like that, it shows that this person is not small.

Linglong didn't know much about the rivers and lakes of the Great Wu Dynasty. All her knowledge was heard from Yan Xu.

But Yan Xu is not from the rivers and lakes.

Linglong did not hesitate, and at the moment of jumping off the tree, her jade hand was lightly raised. A blue smog soared into the sky with a whoosh. Bring up a blue light.

This is Yan Xu's special fireworks, which were used once last time in Qingjue Villa.

After getting married, I found out that she was tricked by Yan Xu that time. I thought that he was in the imperial village, but who would have thought that people would go back to their own house to get things, which caused her and the guards to play cat and mouse all night.

But this time, it's definitely not fake.

Yan Xu and she have both encountered hard stubble.

The man at the top of the tree was obviously also windy.

Needless to say, those who can make such a master control the wind are also masters.

At least it won't be worse than Yan Xu.

Although Yan Xu's kung fu is good, his age is there, even if he starts practicing martial arts in his mother's womb, it has not been twenty years.

Although he never talked about the origin of martial arts, Linglong could guess it. In my previous life, I read some martial arts novels, and there were some famous families in the book, who wanted to let their children be ahead of others at the starting line, and when they were still four or five years old, they often soaked in medicinal materials, and there were also famous teachers who taught various mental methods, not only as light as a swallow, but also martial arts were a thousand miles a day.

In the past, Linglong thought that the martial arts novels were all ethereal, but since she saw those words in the fog pavilion, she believed that there were really many magical martial arts in ancient times, but they were only lost later. Another example is the hidden weapon box known as Xiaoxiang needle rain, which is the rainstorm pear flower needle in martial arts novels; The return of the seriously injured Yan Xu is also a legendary thing.

At this time, he couldn't help but think again, the man on the top of the tree had already chased after him.

The man giggled, like a ghost in the darkness of the night.

"Little guy, it's really a two-hit, this is the blue underworld of Thunderbolt Hall, and money can't buy it. Don't run away, tell Grandma which of your parents is. ”

The blue underworld that money can't buy, and Princess Rui still has several on it.

Linglong only felt a flower in front of him, the person was already in front of him, Linglong's feet did not stop, and his hands did not stop, the hidden blade in his hand was raised, and several swords were stabbed in an instant.

Her martial arts are mediocre, and what she makes is said to be only the introductory martial arts of Qin Kongkong's one, and Yan Xu only teaches her light skills.

But she has a pair of wonderful hands, and her hand speed is unmatched in her previous life, even in ancient times when there were many talents, Linglong was proud that she could surpass her very little, and Yan Xu was not as fast as her.

The man was also taken aback, this kid with a fake face looked like he was more than a teenager at most, and these moves were the most ordinary moves, but how could this move be so fast, so fast that even she was surprised.

This is not the kind of dazzling sword move, this is the housekeeping ability of the thieves.

It's just that the thief in front of him is too fast, and anyone who has to go to such good materials is a treasure.

Seeing that this skill is still too shallow, and the strength is insufficient, the good thieves have been practicing since childhood, because the bones have not yet grown at that time, and the soft bones are the most suitable for practicing this kind of kung fu.

But the thief in front of her is not only as fast as lightning, but also can shoot continuously without interruption, if it is just one move, then it is just that, she is one after another.

This should be a natural skillful hand, and a person with such a pair of hands is a natural thief.

The man had a heart in his heart, and he did not want to hurt her, but he wanted to take her captive.

Get such a living treasure back, my sister will definitely like it.

But just as she was mistaken, Linglong had already pulled up like a little loach, and then, she heard a sudden whistle, the whistle was sharp, piercing the night sky, and the thief in front of her went towards the whistle.

A figure, like a large black bird, flew out of the wall, and a black horse was galloping towards it.

The silver light flashed in the man's hand, and he rolled up on the thief, and when he pulled and pulled, the thief, who was in the bag, was swept up to the man.

The little thief still refused to suffer, and with a wave of his little hand, something flew towards her front door.

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It's a short time in the mansion all day, and these two chapters change their tastes, and I'll return to the main line tomorrow.

(To be continued.) )