Halfway up the mountain, Beichen Jingshu looked at the east quietly like a stone statue.

The afterglow of the setting sun left a long shadow on the ground, but Beichen Jingshu was unaware.

Although the distance is very far, Beichen Jingshu can still be sure that the man and woman who are rolling and playing in the eastern wilderness, one black and one white, are Zhen Cheng and Bai Lingsu.

"They must be happy, right?" Bai Lingsu's frozen neck, which was a little red, moved, and he whispered to himself. "weishenme, I'm in such a bad mood?" Beichen Jingshu raised her jade hand and touched her forehead, she didn't feel hot, but her mood became more messy.

"What is fake is fake, and it will never be true!" Fingers slid down the mask Xiangxia, and Beichen Jingshu's tears burst into her face.

"Zhen Cheng must not like my face, that's why he put a mask on me!" Beichen Jingshu recalled the scenes of her coming to Hanmang, and she couldn't help but feel bitter in her heart. From making a mistake by sneaking up on the Japanese people to carrying out a mission underground, which put Ouyang Xuan'er in danger, Beichen Jingshu suddenly found herself quite useless.

"Should I leave?" The more Beichen Jingshu thought about it, the more decadent she became, wiped away her tears, and walked towards the villa in despair.

"No, I shouldn't go back to the villa!" Beichen Jingshu walked for a while, stopped and said to herself, "Then where should I go?" ”

Jingshan and the others were in Yanjing, and Beichen Jingshu suddenly missed Mount Emei a little.

"Even if I go back to Mount Emei, I must prove myself!" Beichen Jingshu clenched her fists, looked at the south side of Crouching Tiger Mountain, and slowly walked in the direction of the Japanese base.

The time when the remnant sun shines on the snow seems to be only for a moment. When Zhen Cheng and Bai Lingsu returned to the villa with excitement on their faces, the monster of the night once again devoured everything.

Niu Wazi and the others were not there, and the whole villa was extremely deserted. Although the Falcon warriors lived in the lodge, they were like guests, and they were not even as vigorous as they were in the barracks.

Yan Da, Mo Yanchou and the others finished their meals early, waiting for the night to go out at night to find an opportunity to sneak attack the Japanese people in Shannan. This kind of harassment every night has become a program in the night of Yanda. Although Shiro Yamamoto is strong, it is wishful thinking to want to keep Yanda.

"I'll go back to my room and take a shower, you can go eat by yourself!" Although Bai Lingsu was reluctant, his face was full of exhaustion and happiness. This happy day is over, and I don't know when the next time will be. Reluctantly said goodbye to Zhen Cheng, happily didn't even want to eat, hummed a song, and ran quickly to the room, just wanting to have a good dream as soon as possible, and deeply imprinted everything today in his memory.

Zhen Cheng watched Bai Lingsu's back disappear, shook his head with a wry smile, and raised his legs to walk towards the restaurant. Just as he was about to pull the door, a gust of fragrant wind came to his face, and Zhen Cheng quickly dodged to the side.

"Qingluan?" Huo Qingluan, who rushed out of the restaurant, was sweating on his forehead, and his face was full of anxiety. "Did something happen?" A premonition of unhappiness hit his heart, and Zhen Cheng hurriedly asked.

"Where did you die?" Seeing Zhen Cheng, Huo Qingluan shouted loudly, "Jingshu is gone, do you know it!" ”

"Beichen Jingshu is gone? Will it go out on its own? ”

"Fart! When did you see Jingshu running around alone in the dark? It must be because she saw you and Bai Lingsu going out for a walk, so she ran out sadly! Huo Qingluan's fiery temper was suddenly ignited by Zhen Cheng's indifferent expression, and he pointed at Zhen Cheng's nose and scolded, "You can't be responsible, what are you doing with so many women coming back!" If Jingshu has three long and two short, I will fight hard with you! ”

Zhen Cheng looked at Huo Qingluan, as if he had never known this woman. In addition to the first fight on the west side of Crouching Tiger Mountain, Zhen Cheng experienced Huo Qingluan's brutality, and this was the first time he saw Huo Qingluan angry.

"I didn't say irresponsible, you speak slowly, let's go out and find it now!" Zhen Cheng grabbed Huo Qingluan's arm, and while walking out, he calmly comforted, "Jingshu's skills are not under me, don't worry, it will be fine!" ”

"Then do you know how innocent Jingshu is?" Huo Qingluan shook off Zhen Cheng's big hand and sped up and ran outside the villa.

"Sister Tianxian won't have an accident!" Zhen Cheng's heart beat wildly, thinking about Beichen Jingshu's simple character like a blank paper, and quickly ran to the outside of the villa.

Perhaps it was because of the south, that the gardening field of the Japanese people was still so bright in the same dark night.

Over the past few days, the samurai of the Wa Kingdom have suffered a lot. Whenever night falls, the base of the Japanese people is on tense alert. This kind of depression that can only defend and cannot attack makes Shiro Yamamoto crazy.

Eguchi Fujiwara was right, Yan Da and the others continued to harass the Japanese samurai like shadows. Shiro Yamamoto has a lot of ability, but he can't catch Yan Da and the others.

The rain of the demon knife village shone brightly under the dazzling searchlight, and the bright red blood on the knife coagulated into large plump particles and rolled to the ground.

At the feet of Shiro Yamamoto, the samurai who was cut off by the demon sword Mura Yu mistakenly, his limbs were still twitching, and the smell of the internal organs that flowed out made people sick.

"Girl, put down the knife in your hand and surrender! You can't run today! Shiro Yamamoto didn't rush to attack, looking at Beichen Jingshu, who had messy hair and blood stains on his body, and warned coldly, "If you don't put down the knife in your hand, I promise to let you know what life is better than death!" ”

"Quack-" The samurai who surrounded Beichen Jingshu in the middle let out a strange cry like a wild beast. The unscrupulous eyes raged on Beichen Jingshu's body, and Beichen Jingshu had a feeling of standing naked in front of a man.

"Die!" What answered Shiro Yamamoto was a shiny and angry light in the night!

"Ahh His head turned into a black dot and fell to the roof, and his body trembled and fell, blood splattering everywhere.

"Yaga! Offensive! Shiro Yamamoto was extremely angry, waved his big hand, and roared to attack.

"Ping-pong, jingle-"

"Ahh

"Ahh

Beichen Jingshu couldn't remember how many Japanese people she had killed, holding the katana in both hands, and what she used was the sword move of the Emei faction. The originally light sword move became extremely heavy at this moment.

"Get out of here, I'll come!" Seeing Beichen Jingshu's slashing and slashing like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, Shiro Yamamoto was furious. With a loud roar, the village rain demon knife pierced the night sky, and Sen Ran's killing intent swept towards Beichen Jingshu with the cold wind.

"Dangdang-" The sound of a powerful crash sounded one after another in the dark night.

"Tear-" Beichen Jingshu's left arm was cut by the village rain demon knife, and the white feathers mixed with bright red blood rolled down in the dark night, it was so dazzling and dazzling.

"To surrender, or not to surrender?" Shiro Yamamoto's eyes were full of mockery, and the blood droplets rolling down from the rain in the demon knife village made Shiro Yamamoto extremely proud.

"Dreaming!" Beichen Jingshu's left hand was trembling, she snorted softly, her toes tapped the ground, and she raised her katana high and roared, "Come again!" ”

"Ding Ding Ding-" The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing resumed, and Beichen Jingshu and Yamamoto Shiro changed positions.

The hem of Shiro Yamamoto's samurai suit was cut off, but a long wound was cut on Kitajin's right leg.

The blood shot like an arrow, and Beichen Jingshu ignored it.

"Come again!" Beichen Jingshu gritted her steel teeth and rose up again.

"Ding-dong--" Beichen Jingshu's figure and Yamamoto Shiro's figure repeatedly swapped positions in the air, and every time they landed, Beichen Jingshu's body would have one more place to hang colors.

"Is this woman sick?" Wearing a face towel, Sakai Noriko stood beside Ichiro Kawashima and whispered, "She can obviously escape, Weishenme must fight hard?" ”

"A woman who is bent on death is terrible!" Ichiro Kawashima snorted lowly, seeing Beichen Jingshu holding the knife with both hands, and he couldn't even stand on his feet.

"It's a pity! Hanmang has one less master! Sakai said in a low voice, "After so many days, haven't you found a chance to contact Zhen Cheng?" ”

"Where is there such a haode opportunity! As long as our people reach the eastern side of Crouching Tiger Mountain, they will be killed, and Yan Da and the others will not give us a chance at all! ”

"This woman is about to faint! Can we take advantage of this opportunity? Noriko Sakai suggested in a low voice.

"After killing so many samurai, Shiro Yamamoto won't give him a chance at all!" After Ichiro Kawashima finished speaking, the night sky shone white.

"Get you on your way!" In the dark night, Shiro Yamamoto rose up like a man-eating devil, wielding the village rain demon knife and waving it towards the weak and bloody Beichen Jingshu.

"It's over!" Beichen Jingshu's expression was in a trance, looking at the katana that was getting closer and closer to him, Beichen Jingshu had a smile on the corner of her mouth, and secretly thought in her heart, how much should Zhen Cheng pay himself for the samurai he killed tonight?

Beichen Jingshu wanted to raise her katana to block, but with a little bit of strength, her head turned black, and her body slowly fell backwards.

"Jingle Bell-" In a trance, Beichen Jingshu heard a crisp sound, and in the sparkling night sky, a black rod-like thing waved in front of her eyes.

Beichen Jingshu was tired, and her body collapsed to the ground, but she was held by a solid arm.

"Kill-" Beichen Jingshu was in a daze, and heard a familiar and distant man's roar.

PS: The next three chapters are the addition of fifty, one hundred, and one hundred and fifty flowers! Update nine chapters today and make up a small outburst! In this way, the master is only twenty minutes away from the promotion of the "little hand in the cloud" to the commander! The flowers are not rising fast, the master code words are very hard, the brothers are embarrassed, right? Hehe!