The shadows grew nearer, and their steps were as light as swift beasts, landing lightly on the roof tiles. The Eight Princes' Mansion is already sparsely populated, and there are almost no guards, servants, and maids, let alone any force value. So they easily walked through the houses, along the backbone of the houses, and walked briskly, leaping, and gathering quickly.

A melodious, ethereal flute sound came from the Musical Urn, the house in the center of the operation. At this hour, he didn't even sleep, but played the flute of Lao Shizi, and the eight princes were really inexplicable. Although he didn't fall asleep, it was a little difficult, but it was not difficult to deal with a man who could only play the flute.

The Shadows listened to the sound of the flute, and one by one they became excited as if they had won the jackpot, and their steps became faster and more vain. Finally, they arrived at the Musical Urn. The building here is really like a big urn, with a round periphery, wrapping the exclusive courtyard inside, isolating the grass, trees, people, and houses in the courtyard from everything outside the world.

The door of the single-family hut in the courtyard was wide open, and Feng Qianji was sitting on the small table at the door playing the flute. The nimble ten fingers flew back and forth, and the flute sounded happily tight, as if countless sparrows were calling indiscriminately.

The Shadows saw the moment and leaped down. Good fellows, there are twenty-four people who jumped down in the four circles, and if there are any more, I am afraid that this small courtyard will be crowded. They were all dressed in black, with black faces, and knives in their arms, in the standard Assassin attire, and at a glance they knew they were here to do something good.

Feng Qianji narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced around, but just smiled. Then he suddenly increased the speed of the ten fingers flying.

The shadows approached with big swords, close at hand, took the head of the eighth prince and went back to restore his life, and the glory and wealth of the second half of his life were captured! Thinking of this, their steps became faster and faster, more and more vain, and finally ...... I'll go, it's fucking floating!

I saw a grand performance of levitation flying in the small courtyard of the music urn this night, and the performers were dressed in uniform black clothes, covered with uniform black masks, and held a unified white-bladed broadsword. Fly in mid-air. Dancing at a uniform pace.

Palace - front kick

Shang - waved his hand backwards

Horn - Left hook

Sign: Squat up on the right

Feather - the whole body is trembling with movement.

The Shadow Slayers all danced exquisitely, constantly changing different dance moves with the strength of the flute.

"What's going on? This ...... the Shadows have killed countless people, but this is the first time they have encountered such a situation. The monk who is very Zhang Erzhang is confused. Meantime. And they were terrified. The body can't be controlled, but it's a big taboo for killers. If they are caught, they will only have the dead end of biting the poison and cutting themselves!

"It's not necessary to bite the poison and cut it yourself." Feng Qianji smiled, pursed her lips and collected the flute, "Tell your master, send some useful people next time, you are such ordinary goods, it is useless." ”

The killers are angry, but there is nothing they can do. The Eighth Prince didn't arrest them and forced them to ask the mastermind behind them, could it be that he already knew where they came from and who they wanted to kill? How did a lazy Eighth Prince know so much?

However, for the killer, the most useless ability is to think. The mission failed, and it was still a death to go back and get back to life. They were about to bite the poison sealed in their gums, but their cheeks were controlled by some kind of force, and they broke them open.

"I won't stop you if you want to die," Feng Qianji said, "Don't dirty my yard." ”

As a result, the twenty-four shadow killers were thrown into the sky by an invisible force, and they were thrown eight feet away, and they would not dirty the courtyard of the Eighth Emperor at all.

The murderous aura around him was still unabated, and even led to the demonic aura that had been hidden for a long time. Feng Qianji smiled leisurely and took the bone flute into the room.

Jiu Mingmei sat by the window of Xiaoxuan, her eyes were covered by purple veil, and her expression was a little gloomy.

"How many?" Jiu Mingmei asked lightly, "Thirty-two?" ”

"That's right." Feng Qianji replied honestly, "Thirty-two." ”

I saw that there were many people with black bodies and sharp fangs around her, and their bodies trembled violently, as if they had been shocked. These people are dressed in the coarse cloth clothes of ordinary people, but they are more powerful than ordinary people, and they are all the products of human and demon transformation, specially used to deal with Jiu Mingmei.

Feng Qianji had noticed it a long time ago, so before she walked out of the door, she set up a thunderstorm around her in advance. This type of lightning is only effective on the human body, and it will not cause death and will not damage the house.

Jiu Mingmei suddenly removed the purple gauze belt, and really saw the faint people all over the ground, and got up angrily. After these transformations, no matter how strong they are, they will die sooner or later when they come to Mei Shen. It was impossible for Zhong Chishui not to understand this, but he still sent these people to her, waiting for her to kill them all.

She widened her phoenix eyes and looked at the bronze mirror on the dresser, and saw that the figure inside was glowing with black gas, and her eyes were as red as beasts, and she was very ruthless in killing like crazy. Is that her? That's ghasts!

"Dousha, it's really Dousha!"

Zhong Chishui has great ability and poisonous thoughts, she doesn't want her life, she doesn't want her fairy, as long as she becomes an evil god, she will be a disaster!

However, when did Zhong Chishui start? Is it the poisonous rain in the dark room? That's just an ordinary five poisons, even if it has been transformed by humans and demons, can it really contain such a powerful fighting spell that can instantly inspire her evil spirit?

Generally, it takes at least one night of erosion before it can take root and sprout and play its role. And she lost her mind in an instant after being subjected to the poisonous rain. Why is that?

Jiu Mingmei laughed angrily, and her bright and treacherous smile was reflected in the mirror, with bursts of cold air, like the cold wind when the snow was condensing in the moon.

"It's a fight." Feng Qianji stroked her hair, "Zhong Chishui is not the strongest apprentice of the old pervert, but he is the most thoughtful and intelligent one. As we set up a hunting ground to hunt her down, she began to do the opposite, sending the sinister hair to you. Since then, the fighting in your body has infected you. But how strong, powerful, and comfortable you are, a little bit of fighting can't control your mood at all. So, Zhong Chishui took advantage of your psychology to find her and invited you into the urn. In fact, she had already set up the poisonous rain formation of the Dousha Spell in that dark room, and the dose of that poisonous rain was enough to instantly make the Dousha in your body take root and sprout, allowing the ghast to control your body and mind. ”

"Oh, the apprentice of the old pervert, he is really smart." Jiu Mingmei smiled, "She must have known that she would kill her immediately after I was controlled by the ghast, so she took Concubine Yin's body to block it." However, who is the woman in the back? (To be continued.) )