Remember to continue to sign this month.,Maybe the lottery next month will become 25 hahaha.。

Yesterday's tickets were all five or five, and it seems that there are a lot of good children who maintain a good habit of signing in every day.

……

------Off topic------

"It's no longer useful."

"No matter what victory you get, ...... dead," she gently popped a blood-stained sawdust from her shoulder.

Sang Tong's body was half bloodstained, and a smile condensed on his lips.

The iron armor reflected the cold light of indigo in the rain, and the yellow-brown mud splashed under the boots inlaid with armor thorns, and the cold light of the figures carrying swords swooped out of the priest's tower.

"So, go ahead!"

"Lord Protector! Chase the enemy! Defend the Priesthood Tower! The response was booming.

"The tower of the priests was destroyed by a sneak attack, and the priests were stabbed." She said slowly, "According to Article 72 of the national law, this is an emergency matter that can be classified as a first-class national incident. In this critical moment, what should the priestly guards do? ”

Sang Tong waved his hand, and his pale face had regained his calm smile.

"Your Excellency!"

A blood flower burst out on his chest, staining red and a curtain of rain like a curtain of blood.

Hand up and knife down.

As soon as the hand was raised, I don't know when there was already an extra dagger in the palm, the snow was bright, and the rain could not stay on the dagger, and it flowed quickly.

In the rain, she slowly pulled away her smile, as cold as a falling snow begonia flower.

"In!"

"Where is the weapon of heaven!"

"There is one in four hundred. One general leader, ten bronze collars, forty iron collars, forty-nine three-star guards, three hundred and two-star guards, and all iron horses! ”

"Count it!"

"All there!"

The echo is like thunder.

"Where are the priestly guards?"

She looked around her and drank violently.

The sound of the rain is as fierce as a war song, perhaps, the collapse is just the beginning, some things are not broken, and they stand up again from the ruins, and the beginning is higher than others.

The Priest's Tower was destroyed and could be rebuilt. God doesn't help her today, but God can't take away the power that the Sang family has built up inside and outside the court and Dige City for so many generations!

My sister is right, she can't fall, if she falls, the Sang family will really be finished.

Enduring the heartache of wanting to split, Sang Dong stood up straight.

Behind her, all the guards also stood in the rain, their faces pale and dazed.

Sang Tong struggled to stand up in the heavy rain.

None of her guards were injured.

No one, absolutely no one. The top of the tower is guarded by her absolutely loyal cronies, all of whom swear that there will be no one.

However, no.

She had already made up her mind, no matter who came, she would not be able to come, if it was Jing Hengbo, it would be better, the sacrifice tower had buried countless queens, and she would be happy to bury her more.

Hundreds of guards were mobilized to surround the inside and outside of the tower, and all the mechanisms were transferred to the most dangerous level, even if a fly flew in, it would also be discovered by all the eyes, and it would be killed by the ten mechanisms. With such protection, she believed that even if Gong Yin came in person, it would not be able to break it silently.

She didn't even know how she was gone.

Sang Tong raised her head and looked at the tower that had lost its spire, she didn't need to look at it, she also knew that the thunder sword that her ancestors had secretly buried there was gone.

"Nope! Sister! The youngest sister of the Sang family cried loudly in the rain, "As long as you are still here, the Sang family will not be finished!" It's just a coincidence! Arise, arise! ”

The priestess was in a hurry to drag Sang Tong to safety, but Sang Dong didn't move, Huo Ran turned her head and grabbed the priestess's arm, she said hoarsely: "Sang Qiao, the priest's tower is over, the Sang family is finished!" ”

"My lord! It's dangerous here! A priestess pounced and grabbed her by the arm, "Get out of the way!" ”

Broken wood and stones continued to roll down from the tower, falling around her, splashing muddy water.

In front of the priest's tower, Sang Dong knelt on the ground, the heavy rain hit her dark robe fiercely, dragging the edge of the black robe into the muddy water, she seemed to be unaware, only tilted her head, staring at the slowly falling tower, the snow-white neck, mixed with the yellow rain mixed with mud and sand rolling down.

Hearing this voice, Gong Yin, who had been standing quietly in the rain, suddenly moved, brushed his sleeves down the wall, and said to Meng Hu, who was pale and pale: "Mobilize Kang Long, and be on guard with all your might." ”

It was Sang Dong's voice.

Sharp, poignant, unbelievable, and like a touch of cold electricity, piercing everyone's chest.

The rain poured down like a scoop from the sky, and the entire palace and even the entire Emperor Song were shocked and silent in the heavy rain, and a long howl suddenly came from the direction of the collapse of the tower in the distance.

And on this dark night when the rain was like a waterfall, in the Emperor Song City, I don't know how many people silently walked out of the house, stood on a high place, and watched the end of the collapse of the sacrificial family with complex and shocked eyes and emotions.

I didn't see him rise up, but I saw him collapse. As if with a gentle push of his hand, it is this long tower that is destroyed, and it is also this powerful and long-term encirclement, and it will not change the emperor's song.

In Jing Hengbo, it seems to be watching a thrilling post-apocalyptic silent movie.

It seems to watch a legend end, an era ends, a family is ruined like ruins, and a fresh journey will rise from the ruins.

Thousands of people stood in the rain, looking up at the hundreds of years of thunder and lightning, which stood forever in the legend, representing the glory and supreme authority of the priest family, shrinking inch by inch from under the canopy.

It worked!

Originally, the night was dark, but at this moment, there was a sound of horning, and a lightning bolt struck down on the edge of the sky, whitening half of the sky, and under the white sky, it was black, and the tower was slowly collapsing.

In the fourth eye, he saw the tower of the priests.

At the third sight, seeing that Gong Yin had reached a high place, standing upright in the heavy rain, unobstructed, as if he wanted to use such a rainstorm to wash away some undesirable desires, Meng Hu hurried to hold an umbrella for him, and was knocked down the wall by his sleeves.

The second time I saw the crowd running in the heavy rain like a waterfall, and the palace lights shaking everywhere.

At first glance, I saw lightning and thunder outside, and heavy rain was like a waterfall.

The door of the temple was opened, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she worried about her prophecy and ran out.

She pointed to the right fingers, at a loss, I don't know whether to blame him for being too untimely or regretting that he was too timely?

The white shadow flashed, Gong Yin had already swept out, Jing Hengbo saw his thunderous speed, and was shocked to realize that it was midnight, and his ban had been lifted.

Whether it's thunder and lightning, or particularly ferocious thunder and lightning, otherwise it can't be transmitted into this closed hall.

She was stunned, jumped up, and shouted, "Thunder and lightning! ”

Gong Yin floated up after stabbing out the poisonous blood, and at this moment, there was another loud noise, and Jing Hengbo heard a "click".

A drop of blood sprayed on Jing Hengbo's eyebrows, as bright as a peach blossom, she touched the hot blood in a daze, and muttered: "As for it......"

However, the sword was faster than her cry, and it swept over his shoulder with a thud, bringing up a stream of reddish purple blood that splattered through the air.

But this time Gong Yin was no longer controlled by the fire snake, he made a move, and the black thin sword roared, Jing Hengbo looked at the direction of the sword, and shouted: "Don't!" ”

Gong Yin looked at her fixedly for a long time, and Jing Hengbo was shocked to see the red silk under his eyes spreading little by little, could it be that the smoke did not completely drive away the fire of the fire snake?

Jing Hengbo grabbed his clothes in a panic, grabbed a handful left and right, and tried to cover up for him as well, while saying incoherently: "Actually, there is nothing to ...... Actually, I understand you...... Actually, it's all the hell that fire snake rope is doing the trick...... That one...... This ......"

Almost instantly, he raised his head, his eyes were already slightly clear, and he couldn't help but change color when he looked down.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside, the entire hall shook, and a wisp of jade-like smoke floated down from the top of the hall, and where he passed, the air that was originally dyed pale red by the fragments of the fire snake was suddenly washed away and turned into a piece of transparency, and the cold transparent color quickly spread and went straight into his eyes.

He looked up, his dark eyes flashing with confusion and confusion.

Suddenly, her body stiffened, and she stepped back in a panic, and said loudly: "No! Not the time! ”

……

He hugged her deeper and deeper, looking for her coolness in a bit of panic, but then flinched in the next moment, and then moaned slightly from the heat of his burning body. She had never seen him so out of control, and she couldn't help but smile and touch his lips, in exchange for him burying him deeper, exchanging invitations to each other's aromas.

She pursed her lips, but at this moment she didn't dare to try to tease him again, and although he was scorching, he was also a little stiff, as if he had been trying to control himself, and he didn't seem to know what to do next, he was just enthusiastic, distressed, in a bright red entanglement, reflecting her snowy skin and red lips, soft as boneless. The shadow is full of shadows, and the style is swaying.

At this moment, she was still wandering, thinking about why his lips were still so warm and soft, and the good taste in her vague memory was as clear as a flowing spring, carrying the clear and cold of mountain snow water and the faint fragrance of snow lotus......

His scorching breath approached, and he was like a fiery snake between his breaths, burning on her skin, as if it was about to sweep her away. She remembered in a trance the vision of the moment the fire snake was burned, and finally understood what the assassin was going to say, and finally understood Gong Yin's previous caution, this fire snake also has a second layer of effect, that is, the effect of the most bloody crossing necessary bridge section in the legend!

In the past nineteen years, it has been all her various teasing and teasing tricks, how could she really go to war so on-the-ground?

Jing Hengbo was stupid again.

The earth cracked again.

The sky fell again.

……

"Why are you ......" She was just about to ask what was going on, when suddenly Gong Yin pounced forward and threw her down, her cold and soft lips covered tightly.

Gong Yin's body was suddenly as hot as charcoal, and as soon as Jing Hengbo lowered his head, he saw that the back of his hand that was covered with fire snake debris just now was a line of crimson, forcing into his arm.

"It's almost midnight, I have to see ......if the thunderstorm is coming" She was worried about what was going on outside, and pushed Gong Yin to get up, and as soon as her hand touched his body, she suddenly felt hot.

It feels familiar......

The hall finally quieted down, she breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that the breath on all sides seemed to be a little wrong, slightly fishy, but not unpleasant, after inhaling, there was a special feeling of expansion and agitation.

Jing Hengbo saw that the brilliant canopy hovered like a snake in the pale white smoke, flying several times before turning into star dust and gradually fading. It's amazing.

Jing Hengbo's intuition was inappropriate, and he was about to remind her, when Gong Yin suddenly knocked her down, grabbed her and slid a few feet to the ground, leaving the range where the red sparks were raging.

Gong Yin's sleeves rolled up, blocking the sparks, Jing Hengbo was suddenly burned by a broken fire, and couldn't help but let out an "ah", Gong Yin looked back at her distractedly, and a red spark that had spread out suddenly approached again, falling on Gong Yin's back.

Before Jing Hengbo's surprised "ah" word came out, Gong Yin quickly shook his sleeves, and the fire snake broke and flew up, turning into a red smoke in mid-air, circling and circling, and countless fine sparks sputtered, falling like a blood-colored star shower in the hazy smoke.

The firelight caught the rope, and there was a slight sizzle, and almost immediately, the rope was on fire, and the next moment, "Bang." With a slight explosion, Jing Hengbo's eyes widened, and he was shocked to see that the thin rope suddenly expanded and spread when it touched the fire, and suddenly turned into a huge red fire snake, covering Gong Yin and her!

Gong Yin didn't answer her, the candlestick slowly fell down, his expression was very solemn, and the control of his fingers was very light, Jing Hengbo was intimidated by his serious expression, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

"As for it......" Jing Hengbo muttered, isn't it just a short burn? Why did he look so serious?

"I'm afraid you won't be able to control it."

Gong Yin glanced at her lightly, his clear black eyes were like black stones, flowing with a light as blue as deep snow.

"If you're afraid of pain, burn me." She urged.

Jing Hengbo was inexplicable, why was he so entangled? Are you afraid of burning yourself? The rope is actually very thin, and the slightest contact may burn it, and the possibility of the skin being burned is very small.

Gong Yin seemed to be hesitating, whether to burn the rope on Jing Hengbo's side or burn his own rope, it seemed that this was a very serious proposition, so that the killing decision was as decisive as him, and his hand paused in the air for a while.

"So you can burn out?" Jing Hengbo's eyes lit up, "Then burn quickly." ”

Gong Yin stretched out a finger and dragged the candlestick, which was slightly tilted.

In the hazy smoke, the scene where he suddenly sparked a spark with qi fencing was as beautiful as a fairy art.

Jing Hengbo took a picture of the candlestick, and the wick caught the spark, and the fire lit up. Jing Hengbo had time to praise: "Handsome!" ”

"Quick!"

The qi was white, thick as substance, and it hit the black sword with a bang, and the black sword flew up in response, wiping the candlestick and flying past, bringing up a spark and nailing into the wall in front of it.

Gong Yin turned his head slightly and exhaled at the black sword.

Jing Hengbo manipulated a bronze candlestick closest to him.

Before he asked, Gong Yin had already spoken: "You want to find a way to get a candlestick." ”

Jing Hengbo didn't believe that he had no choice, but at this moment he seemed to be still pondering, what was it that made him embarrassed?

She had no choice but to count on Gong Yin, in the hazy light, Gong Yin's face was slightly red, but her expression seemed to be a little hesitant.

Jing Hengbo picked up his thoughts, took the black sword stuck in the assassin's back, and tried to cut the rope, but almost cut Gong Yin's skin, and failed to cut the rope.

The fiery feeling is getting more and more obvious, and the pain is getting sharper and sharper, she is so unbearable, not to mention Gong Yin, who has resisted most of the ropes?

Then she knew that it was really bad.

Just thinking about it and wanting to laugh, does she have a grudge against Gong Yin and the rope? Last time it was a net, this time what kind of fire snake rope, is it really good to always be tied together so tightly?

Listening to his heartbeat, it was a particularly calm and thick feeling, like a mountain towering in the distance, always sheltering himself from the wind and rain, Jing Hengbo was in a peaceful mood at the moment, if it wasn't for the tighter and tighter and more painful rope on her back, she wouldn't even mind being tied up like this for a day and a night.

What is it called? Could it be that his excitement and nervousness are different from ordinary people's reactions?

But soon she realized that something was wrong, not that her heart was beating as usual, but that her heart was beating too slowly, and she counted it carefully, and it was less than sixty times a minute.

Jing Hengbo was a little resentful: At this time, his heart was beating as usual? It hurt her self-esteem too much.

Gong Yin was moving slowly, reaching into the rope to avoid her being touched by the rope, so that he opened his arms and hugged her, and she had to put her face against his chest, hearing "Bang, bang, bang." The sound of a steady heartbeat.

She couldn't help but want to laugh, sullen people, their own sullen cuteness.

She was stunned, and her heart was hot. He wanted to thank him, but he didn't know how to say it, but he had already turned his eyes away, his expression unmoving, as if he didn't feel pain, and he didn't feel any difference in doing so.

Gong Yin was silent, moved his palm, blocking her tightened arm, Jing Hengbo clearly saw that the three ropes immediately wrapped around the back of his hand as if they were alive, leaving three scars on the back of his hand that were like being burned by fire.

Shouting a step too late, Jing Hengbo had been greatly reduced, and she obviously felt that after struggling, the rope seemed to be tighter again, she hissed and inhaled, and said, "What the hell is this rope why does it hurt so much, how can it be untied like this?" Suddenly remembering what the assassin said before he died, he sighed in his heart and said, "Gong Yin, we won't be able to untie this rope, right?" The guy's tone seemed like he wanted us to be strangled. ”

"Don't move!" At the same time, Gong Yin stopped.

Jing Hengbo's face was as red as fire, and she struggled tentatively, and immediately felt that the fiery red rope seemed to be strangled into the skin, like a fire whip with barbs, and the fine and sharp pain burned her heart, and she almost screamed "Ahhhhhhhhh

The hall was very quiet for a while, and their breathing was a little absent-minded, and when the external crisis was lifted, the physical crisis broke out like a fire, and both of them felt the burning of each other's bodies, the shortness of breath, and each other's clear and sweet breathing. Such a contact without distance seems to rub the other party's body skin into his arms, so that the sense of touch is extremely sensitive, like a silk string trembling and taut, and it is about to break with a slight pluck.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly they were both at a loss. It seems that after this joint effort to defend against the enemy, some of the atmosphere has changed, and some of the mood has changed.

The interlocking bureaus, the quiet institutions where temptations and crises coexist, and they can't see through it without a researched plan. It relies not only on the wisdom of the two, but also on each other's tacit understanding, trust without explanation, and seamless and exquisite cooperation without too many words.

When Tencel encounters the true qi of the snow contained in the white stone, it will have the power to stretch, forcing the assassin down from the top of the temple and meeting the dagger that Jing Hengbo quickly mobilized with his mind at that moment.

Two wise people joined forces, Gong Yin lured each other with himself, so that the assassin's weapon was stained with the secret tencel next to his bed, Jing Hengbo grasped the master's pursuit of martial arts, bargained, disturbed the assassin's murderous intention, tricked him into peeking at the white stone on the top of the palace, and then tricked him into shooting his dagger as the next weapon. When the Assassin pounced on the roof of the temple, he was already dying.

Fortunately, they still have wisdom.

Today is a desperate situation, the incomparably safe hall has become a Jedi that hinders rescue, Gong Yin can't move, Jing Hengbo has no combat power, the other party's assassin is a real master, no matter how you look at it, it's a dead end.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and Jing Hengbo and Gong Yin exhaled a long breath at the same time.

Before the bloodied hand could reach his back, he fell down.

The assassin couldn't finish his sentence after all, his throat made a gratified sound, his eyes slowly bulged out, and his hand slowly moved behind his back, as if he couldn't understand until death, why he suddenly fell into a dead end, when he had completely mastered the advantage.

Too cunning? Too bad? Or are you saying that you regret it too much?

"You...... You guys...... It's ......"

……

The black sword chased him down, stabbed him in the back and pinned him to the ground, and the black sword collided with the dagger that had been plunged into the assassin's chest, piercing him through.

"Ding."

There was a scream, blood pouring out, and the assassin struggled.

"Ahh

His chest was filled with the sinister dagger that Jing Hengbo was waiting for.

"Poof."

The Assassin landed on his chest.

"Bang."

Her dagger, which had been shot out by the Assassin and landed after testing the white stone, fell down to the Assassin and flew across the air!

Jing Hengbo reacted almost simultaneously, and his eyes lit up.

Gong Yin shouted: "Dagger! ”

It's just a blink of an eye.

He fell.

The assassin was so frightened that he wanted to retreat in mid-air, but the smoke suddenly sank, and the aura on all sides froze, and he intuitively felt that his body was not in good shape, so in order to avoid the sword, he had to sink with all his strength.

It actually repeated the assassin's assassination of Gong Yin just now!

The assassin was shocked, his toes were a little at the top of the temple, and he flipped up, wanting to regain control of the black sword, the silk wool was like consciousness, Huo Ran retracted, and in the next moment, lightning slashed straight from top to bottom!

The fine white silk sticking to the sword, under the influence of the white stone smoke, is like a controllable elastic network, which can control the sword momentum!

The assassin was startled, and a harrier rolled over in mid-air, the tip of the sword brushing the tip of his nose, bringing up a bead of blood.

The sword shoots at the assassin's chest!

The smoke was sucked and shook slightly, and the white silk on the black sword suddenly trembled, and it flicked outward!

At this time, the assassin had arrived, and his vision was affected by the smoke, and while greedily absorbing the true qi that had escaped from Shiraishi, he drew his sword with his hand.

In the hazy light, when the sword was chasing and stabbing Gong Yin before, the fine white silk that was stained with it, when it encountered the overflowing smoke, it suddenly expanded rapidly, tightly binding the sword, hanging in the air, and even seemed to have a pair of hands exerting force, wrapping around the hilt of the sword, Huo Ran retracted it inward!

He finally succeeded, and he was so excited that he didn't notice that after the black sword hit the white stone, it didn't fall immediately.

The Assassin was also infected by her emotions, and the light in his eyes flickered, and he flew up and pounced on the puff of smoke that was particularly pleasant to smell at the first smell.

"It's finished." Jing Hengbo cheered more excitedly than the assassin.

The black thin sword hit the white stone, and in the crisp sound, the white stone seemed to be shaken, and then a jade-colored smoke slowly overflowed.

Jing Hengbo narrowed her eyes, and now it depends on Gong Dashen's calculations, she doesn't know what will happen, but since Gong Yin asked her to do this, she believes that he will definitely be able to do it.

"Ding." There was a crisp sound, and the sword struck the white stone.

The assassin hesitated for a moment, thinking about the role of the dagger before, and had to admit that Jing Hengbo's words made sense, so he had to float down to the top of the hall, first glanced at the two people who were tied up and couldn't move, and after making sure that everything was right, a sword shot at the top of the hall.

Jing Hengbo's cleverness can really only be flashed in a desperate situation, and she is usually too lazy. But because of this, her playfulness and scheming in her desperate situation are particularly amazing.

The corners of Gong Yin's lips curled slightly.

"Dear, I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf," she said, "Don't you think that you have to strike with a weapon to cause the white stone to stress and smoke?" Can't you take your precious sword and shoot like that? ”

Jing Hengbo laughed loudly.

This time she saw the Assassin, who was lying on the roof of the temple and tinkering, but the smoke could not come out this time.

It's easy to straighten it out, Gong Yin is sweating all over his face, and Jing Hengbo is sweating all over......

The problem is that the two are tied too tightly, the assassin is afraid that Jing Hengbo's hands are free, and he will hit him with a true qi envoy object, tying Jing Hengbo so that he can't move his fingers, and now relying on the strength of Gong Yin's legs, he moves and trembles all kinds of friction, Gong Yin's nose has been blocked several times, and the tension and stimulation are almost suffocated, Jing Hengbo tried to shrink his body, his face turned to the side and didn't dare to look, for the first time he had a grudge against his size, and quietly thought that he should know her CUP from now on......

Gong Yin was silent, her body moved slightly, as if she was planning to move her in the direction of facing the assassin.

She now had her back to the Assassin and could not see him moving. In any case, the assassin must be killed on the way to the top of the temple, otherwise he will really suck in the true qi and come back, and the first thing he will do is kill them.

"Hey, what's next?" Jing Hengbo asked Gong Yin quietly.

After tying them up, the assassin seemed to finally be relieved, and after smiling, he threw himself into the top of the temple.

Jing Hengbo blushed and inhaled desperately, wanting to get out of the way, but when he heard this vaguely, he felt that something was wrong, what does it mean not to be emotional? And why is this guy talking so ambiguously? Isn't it just tied together? What else can happen later......

The assassin laughed, his tone was quite jealous and excited, and said, "I heard that the national teacher is like ice and snow, and he is never emotional. This is not good, the first person in the great wilderness, do you plan not to be close to women in your life? Gong Yin, today I will fulfill you, let you taste the pain and ecstasy, you have gone down to the underworld, but remember to thank me. ”

No matter how bold Jing Hengbo is, he can't help but be unbearable at this time, a touch of red light flew on his face, and he said in a low voice: "Loosen up, let go of some ......" Gong Yin didn't even dare to move, he couldn't stand it if he didn't dare to move, his breath was full of her softness and breath, he simply closed his eyes, but the side of his ears gradually turned red.

The assassin smiled lewdly and said, "You two are also golden boys and girls, and I will fulfill your relationship with the wind and moon, how about compensation for your lives?" "Simply tied Jing Hengbo upwards again, tied Jing Hengbo into Gong Yin's arms, this posture is really ecstatic, someone is too proud, so that Gong Yin even the tip of his nose is tightly resisted, unable to move.

"Oh," Jing Hengbo protested, "don't tie me up face to face with him like this, I'll feel like I'm taking advantage of him." ”

"The national teacher is well-informed, and he should know that this is made of the skin of a fiery snake in the fiery swamp." He said, "The fire snake has two effects, one of which is that it will be scorched and hot when counterattacked by internal force, such as a fire whip withdrawing, the pain is severe, and the muscles and bones are broken. If the national teacher doesn't want to be burned by the whip, it's better not to act rashly. ”

The Assassin was silent, then reached out and pulled a rope from his bosom and tied them up.

"I'm okay with you killing him." Jing Hengbo smiled, "It's just that I'm still a little worried, I'm afraid that there will be a back-up move in this hall, keep him, maybe he can save his life when necessary, right?" ”

The assassin hesitated slightly, and pointed his sword at Gong Yin.

Jing Hengbo immediately said: "Do you want to cross the river and demolish the bridge to kill me and then go to inhale the true qi?" I advise you to keep your promise, there is more to this palace than that. ”

The assassin's eyes flickered, and he was quite moved. Then there was a murderous flash in his eyes.

Jing Hengbo sneered and said, "Great Teacher, was you right?" In a hurry? Turning to the Assassin, he said, "Don't think this thing has everything, I think it's time-limited, I've been in before, and I've only seen three wisps of smoke." ”

The assassin was still hesitating, Jing Hengbo saw the smoke fade, and shouted pity, Gong Yin finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily: "You shut up." ”

"You're stupid, haven't you noticed that this hall is full of smoke? Different from ordinary smoke, it feels particularly clean and bright, how can it be poisonous smoke? If it was really poisonous smoke, the three of us would have died together, okay! ”

"What to do if it's poisonous!" The Assassin's tone was both excited and worried.

"That's it!" Jing Hengbo shouted, "That's it, it's the key to Gong Yin's practice!" It's the washed essence of true qi that belongs to the snow.,Hey! Go suck it, don't miss it when you pass by! ”

The air seemed to be a little clearer suddenly.

The dagger was given to Jing Hengbo by Gong Yin, and Jing Hengbo often carried a very sharp dagger for self-defense, and hit the white stone with a ding, and the stone didn't even burst out with sparks, but suddenly escaped a wisp of cold white smoke.

As soon as he raised his hand, the dagger behind Jing Hengbo's waist flew out and hit the white stone on the top of the hall.

The assassin sneered, of course not taking her advice - he shot his sword out, how could he hold the two in front of him hostage?

"I dare to guarantee that the key to Gong Yin's practice is in those two places." Jing Hengbo said, "I don't believe you try it with your sword, see what the reaction is?" ”

The assassin turned his gaze and seemed to agree, "Hmm. "Yes.

Gong Yin glanced at her in surprise again.

"Look at the top of the temple, and the wall behind it." She immediately said, "Don't you think that large piece of white stone is a little strange?" ”

I didn't feel a word in the middle, it was probably a "he" word.

Jing Hengbo suddenly felt Gong Yin writing in her palm: "Let's ...... With a sword. ”

This hall does look different and mysterious.

The assassin's face was hidden in a flickering smoke, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his tone could be heard to be a little shaken, "In the hall? ”

She was full of nonsense, but she didn't notice that Gong Yin, who had been closing her eyes and recuperating, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her in surprise.

"I can't take it out." Jing Hengbo shook his head mysteriously, "The secret is in the main hall, everywhere, haven't you discovered it yet?" ”

"Bring it!" The assassin spread out his long, bloodless palms.

The Assassin was silent, knowing that this was indeed the case. The password on the Gongyin Gate is often changed from time to time, and this alone has stopped the footsteps of countless assassins.

"Where do you put it if you don't put it here? What could be safer than here? Jing Hengbo immediately retorted, "If it weren't for you sacrificing the dead, seeing the code on the door and guessing it, would you be able to enter here?" ”

"Nonsense, how can such an important secret be put here?"

Jing Hengbo looked calm, "Of course it's in the main hall." ”

"Then you say, where is the secret of his snow? If you talk nonsense, I can stab you to death with my fingers, and Gong Yin can't save you. ”

The assassin raised his hand, and the tip of his sword pressed against her throat.

"Didn't I think he could save me?" Jing Hengbo patted Gong Yin's face, "But now it's hard to protect yourself, and no one's life is as important as your own life, right?" ”

He knew that it was impossible for the guards to enter the main hall, and at this moment, one of the two of them had not recovered and the other had no martial arts, all of which were in his control, so he was not anxious, he really looked at Jing Hengbo seriously, and said, "You tried your best to save him just now, and now sell him?" You think I'm going to believe you? ”

The Assassin was silent, his eyes flickering, and he seemed to think she had a point.

"Do you think you can force that?" Jing Hengbo smiled, "As for how I can know, I can appear in this hall, I have reason to know." ”

"How do you know?" The man in black sneered, "I can force him myself." ”

Her brain spun quickly, and when she saw the assassin's suspicious look, she hurriedly said: "I don't care if you want to kill Gong Yin, I just need you to give me a way out, Gong Yin can be handed over to you, and the secret of his martial arts training can also be handed over to you." ”

What the hell does it mean!

…… Sword...... With a sword...... Move......

Jing Hengbo's brain was running rapidly, half of his mind was dealing with the assassin, and half of his mind was figuring out the words in his palm.

The Assassin's sword stopped.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Gong Yin's eyes - this is a simple thing to say, but one sentence can accurately cut into a person's innermost desires, which is almost a godsend.

Jing Hengbo was not surprised by the pouting - anyone who is not normal and has high martial arts must be very interested in the mysterious martial arts of others, this is the immortal truth that thousands of martial arts novels have told her.

Almost immediately, the mysterious ghost, the assassin who seemed to have no human emotions, burst into his eyes.

"Don't you want to know the secret of Gong Yin's martial arts?" Jing Hengbo glanced at him, "A master like you, don't you want to know the mystery of Panruoxue?" ”

"It's useless to stall," the Assassin said indifferently, "and no one can come to your rescue." ”

Jing Hengbo raised his head, changed his smile like a flower, and said, "Heroic, slow, can we make a deal." ”

Jing Hengbo puffed out his cheeks, gritted his teeth, and forcibly endured the itching sensation in his palms, and the assassin was about to stab out with a sword, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw her constipation-like expression.

Ouch, what the hell is the word?