- The White Gate Creed suddenly boiled in her mind, and Atong only felt that she was still in a somewhat chaotic state of mind just now, but at this time she was already calm in a warm ocean. (Fengwu Literature Network)

The most susceptible behavior of a person to self-restraint is the inability to make decisions consistently, but if this mind can be cleared of clutter and the unity of wisdom and mind, the troublesome things will seem to be scattered and become clear and concise.

Ah Tong's eyes were still firmly fixed on the charming woman hanging lightly on the big willow tree, and his steps were moving towards Ruan Luo at an extremely slow speed.

Of course, the charming woman hanging on the big willow tree observed this detail, the unnatural smile on her face gradually subsided, and a trace of ruthlessness slowly oozed from her eyes, as if she had made some kind of decision, and then the double hook in her hand suddenly fell, and the tip of her toes tapped the willow branch, and finally flew over the hook again!

The second time the female assassin leaned over and swung the hook to stab, Ah Tong frowned, ignoring the tip of the silver hook, and only violently swung the wooden board in his hand, sweeping diagonally towards the female assassin's wrist as accurately as possible!

If the female assassin did not dodge, her wrists would likely be broken, and if the female assassin was also screwed with Tong, it would be very likely that a pair of silver hooks in her hands would have pierced Tong's chest.

Ah Tong gambled his life on the female assassin's wrists, which seemed to be an absolute gamble.

But Ah Tong won this gamble.

The female assassin was reluctant to give up her wrist, and when the tip of the silver hook was about to scratch the inch of her chest, which had already left a bloody mark on her first attack, she suddenly withdrew her hand, and her body was lifted vertically, and hung on a poplar tree about ten paces away from Ah Tong's side.

Ah Tong's body turned, and he put on the defensive posture just now, holding his head slightly high, and never taking his eyes off the female assassin's face.

The female assassin's eyes showed a hint of surprise at this time, which was a rare time in her eyes that was accustomed to showing a flattering expression.

This little squire is actually not afraid of death?

But her hands must be well maintained and used to spend money. In the future, there will be a large sum of silver on these hands. Just thinking about it now makes people feel a little excited.

As soon as the mood improves, the brain is easy to open, and there are more killing moves. The beautiful female assassin's eyes moved, and she swept over again, waving the silver hook in her hand, but it was a false move, and the light figure swept over Atong's head, and climbed to the roof of the tea house that was burning with raging flames, as if going to the back of the tea house.

It's a strange move. It's elusive.

But Ah Tong is not ready to chase after him. Even if it is ruled out that the female assassin is trying to carry out a trick full of loopholes. At this time, Ah Tong didn't think that anything else was more important than immediately stopping Ruan Luo's actions to break through the ruins.

Among the wooden construction waste stained with sparks, or burned into red charcoal, Ruan Luo took a cup of tea in one go.

He had choked on too much soot and began to cough incessantly. The soot blackened his otherwise white face. Tears from the corners of his eyes cut two strands on such a dark face. At this time, he was like two people as usual, almost crazy, but his movements did not have a trace of slackness, and he still retained a certain primary color of his character.

He coughed and gasped, his air rushing through his throat with a sound similar to sandpaper rubbing, as if his vocal cords had been burned by the fire-filled air.

Despite this, while he was rummaging, he still kept calling hoarsely: Uncle...... 陛xià...... 陛xià......

What just happened?

You shattered even that thick pillar with one palm. But why can't you jump a foot away?

How can you just be buried in a pile of rubble?

As the ruler of a country, how can you have something to do with how many people's hopes and how many unappeased things are involved?

You've got to be fine!

There should be nothing in the world that can stop you, and there should be no danger in your body!

His self-indulgent madness lasted so long that one of his palms had been scratched a few times by the sharp cuts of construction waste. Collide in the dregs and open the flesh. The blood that spilled from the wound was mixed with black ash, sticking to the cuffs that were already dirty, and the debris around him was everywhere.

At this time, it was as if he had forgotten what pain was, or he had been numb to the point of pain, so he didn't feel pain.

And Ah Tong, who was watching this scene, anxiously thought that no matter whether the emperor was buried in this pile of ruins or not, Ruan Luo could not continue like this! If he picks up like this for a while, Ruan Luo's palms that have long been accustomed to using a pen and touching paper and silk cloth will crack to reveal Bai Sensen's metacarpal bones, and his ten fingers that are dexterous as flying abacus beads will probably also fall into disability......

Ruan Luo just relied on a pair of fleshy palms to pull out a gap in this pile of sundries that were roasted by the fire.

In this gap, a corner of the clothes was revealed, and Ah Tong only glanced at it, and couldn't help but turn pale. The cloth was the same as what he was wearing, and it was ...... It's actually Ah Ping in it!

Senior Brother Ping!

The moment Ah Tong saw Ah Ping, he was just about to dissuade Ruan Luo, but this thought was suddenly diluted by a feeling of shock and heartache. He flicked the wooden board in his hand to his feet, and randomly pulled out two cloth bands from the front of his clothes and wrapped them around the palms of his hands, which was about to wrap a pair of slaps, and the ten fingers were still exposed. With such hands, he squatted beside the tea house that had been half burned down by the flames, and rummaged through the hot ruins with Ruan Luo in the unextinguished fireworks!

People are often like this, when they persuade others to face setbacks, they can always be calm and self-contained; But when the same setback befalls you, in fact, you are often prone to the feelings that you have persuaded others.

Therefore, people are accustomed to living in groups and helping each other, diverging bad feelings from each other, and at the same time passing on good feelings to each other. Even in the face of severe natural disasters, people living in groups may not all be depressed, and there are always people with hope and optimism in their hearts, trying to live and wait for a turnaround.

However, at this moment, the two people squatting in front of the ruins have gone crazy!

Ruan Luo had already been in a state of confusion, almost crazy, and now the only one who could maintain some composure to dissuade him from continuing to hurt his body like this was also almost crazy.

two people who were numb to the scorching heat of construction debris; two people who were dizzy from the smoke and fire; Two people who care about their loved ones and are full of anxiety and panic...... The two of them looked behind them flawlessly, not knowing when the naturally charming female assassin would return, the two sharp silver hooks were held in one hand by her, and in the delicate palm of her other hand, a handful of sharp thorns had already been accumulated.

The female assassin who was still about ten steps away from Ruan Luo only fixed her gaze on the backs of these two people, and she did not hesitate at all, and with a wave of her hand, she sprinkled the sharp little thorn!

A dense cluster of hidden weapons, with a fierce roar, accurately stabbed Ruan Luo and Ah Tong, who were completely defenseless against their backs at this time, and were about to stab them to death and push them into the construction waste heap that was not extinguished......

But at this moment, the look in the female assassin's eyes changed, and her pupils reflected a picture even stranger than her ethereal whereabouts.

Time seemed to stand still in that moment...... No, it should be the space that freezes at that moment...... No, no, those two crazy people are still digging in the waste heap, how can time stand still, how can space freeze?

But what's the deal with those spikes?

The dense cloud-like, thin flying spike secret weapon only flew an inch away from the backs of Ruan Luo and Ah Tong, and then they really flew up.

The little sharp spikes floated right in the air, neither continuing nor falling to the ground because of the loss of strength. And the most frightening reason for the charming female assassin was that these small thorns were thrown out of her hands, and the things she had controlled became out of control, or in such a strange scene, this kind of loss of control made people feel cold in their hearts.

Female assassins who have been engaged in assassination for a long time have long been polished into a trait, this sense of smell of danger is even more sensitive than the smell of a hound. However, she had only developed her sensitivity, and she was still too slow for the kind of crisis she felt at this time.

A word burst out from the left side of the female assassin with a dull thunderous pressure.

The female assassin subconsciously raised an eyebrow. She subconsciously thinks that anything that comes suddenly is likely to have a hidden crisis. So she didn't look where the voice came from, but she didn't back away the other way either. Sneaking up from behind is what she does best, so how could she let others have the opportunity to thwart her like this?

She flew forward.

Getting out of the sound from this direction was obviously the quickest way to get out of range, and she didn't need to waste a moment of time in a turn or sideways motion.

Little did she know, however, that the sudden voice did not leave her a space at all. The one-word voice was in a sense not a single person, but a command to several or dozens of people.

Bundles, the most intuitive explanation is to use wires.

At this moment, the female assassin had just taken a step in what she thought was feasible, when she suddenly felt that her feet, which were as light as Ye Chengfeng, were bound by something, and then she felt as if two heavy boulders were tied to her feet, dragging her to the ground.

It was still the same dull thunderous voice, and it was still only one word, and by the time the word passed like an arrow, the female assassin had already fallen to the ground. To be precise, she was smashed to the ground by a fierce and merciless pull, which cracked her jawbone, smashed out a few fine white teeth in her mouth, and the lower lip of her nose was full of blood foam.