Up to now, the Broken Sky Mountain Range has traveled nearly half of the journey, and according to the experienced dart masters who often escorted the darts to this line, throwing away the days of staying in Taoli Mountain Villa, it is already a very considerable speed to travel such a distance for such a long time. According to their understanding, the bandits and bandits in this area are not ordinary, and the robbers encountered by the darts this time are already few, if they usually have to pay some money and half-push, they can be regarded as happy and safe in their lives, but under the leadership of Ye Wuhu, they can't say what the reason is, the frequency of interception of bandits has been greatly reduced and the quality has also decreased. At the same time, he is also experienced in his means, resolute and resolute, and rushes all the way over, which can be called a noble soldier and a god.

The strange voices in the team had been settled since the first battle at noon, but now the mood of the night was still not excited, not because he was empty and needed some time to recover, not because he was worried about the future of the team, but because he was worried about an icy person in his heart, and his absence from her made him worried. In the morning, I couldn't help but feel it, the woman's first shock to him was that the ancient well was a slight lan that made him reminisce to this day, although the days of acquaintance are still short, but in the depths of the night without hatred, it is an old man.

Ye Wuqi never admits that he is amorous, he has always thought that all love at first sight is the product of loneliness for a long time, how easy people are to be emotional, it is all his own boring self-suggestion. But the truth is always contrary to him, and many of the ideas of his youth have been taught a great lesson, and many things that he once believed to be true are just aesthetic illusions. The so-called bad is not unbeautiful, just like the sense of happiness and anxiety rippling in the heart of the night at this moment, whether it is Huo Lingchang or Lan Ruyu, the gurgling source they give is all true, good and beautiful, all belong to the young and simple juvenile feelings, and are closely related to bright and poetic words such as the moon before the flower, the morning and the twilight. In this case, how can the word "bad" be used to describe it?

Night Wuqi was always looking forward to the next meeting with Lan Ruyu, for which he fantasized thousands of times, and every moonlit night, he was always shrouded in a sweet sadness. He may be leaning against the trees and looking at the indigo night, or he may be sitting in the chariot looking at the misty lake, and he himself is aware that his state is full of emotions that are very tempting to young people, so it is inevitable that there will be some deliberateness, and at the same time it will inevitably become more and more intense. It's not that the teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, but it's just that his emotions are a little ridiculous, and the things he commits are simple and straightforward. But no matter what, the mood of the night without hatred is real and can be grasped, otherwise his inner world that has suffered from the vicissitudes of life but is still smart, why would there be a quiet and peaceful river of years?

Or sometimes, when the night is not hateful and the mood is low, all the past events are given a sad meaning, and every time I think about it, I can't help but cry. Everyone who has experienced it from their youth will have a deep experience, and the mood at that time is often touched by inadvertent details, from an autumn insect, a spring leaf to the blessed land, from the light on the moss, the eaves under the smoke and rain to see the vicissitudes of the sea, and this touch is directly related to the experience.

And Huo Lingchang, a gentle woman, while bearing the sighs of these young lives at night, she always quietly lifted the corner of the tent and silently watched his back, as if she could share his sorrows. Her clear eyes in the autumn water fell from the white moonlight to the night without hatred, and the long silver hair was glowing with a textured light, shiny, just like the playful smile that the teenager often hung on his lips, and it was dreamy and palpitating at the moment.

"Night Child......" Huo Lingchang often wanted to ask him to say something, but the next second he would be flustered, and he didn't know what to say at all, so his already soft voice was a whisper on his lips.

It was night, and Ye Wuqi did not go to bed to see the moon for a while as before, after all, he was weak and sleepy, and although the luck of the afternoon had almost recovered, there was still a little tail. Swallowing a qi-nourishing elixir, Ye Wuqiu sat cross-legged in the carriage, holding his breath and concentrating on his hands in front of his chest, his body was filled with mist, hazy, and the black robe was sometimes windless. When there is no revenge luck at night, the spirit suddenly flashes, and Jin Yu's fighting spirit shines brightly, and the fluctuations are obviously violent!

If you need a graphic text to describe the state of Ye Wuqi at the moment, then he is now like an egg that is about to break its shell, the surface of the eggshell is full of cracks, and it only takes one last bit of time to come out of the shell, and at that time, Ye Wuqi will reach another realm - Dou Baby!

But at this moment of imminent success, when Ye Wuqi had already tasted the joy of promotion, there was a sudden noise outside the carriage. Such a change woke up Ye Wuqiu, and he was slightly stunned, and then walked out of the carriage with an angry face.

Disturbing people's dreams and burning with anger, not to mention those who were wandering at the intersection of the promotion and were interrupted, the night was just about to attack, but they saw the crowd all flocking to one place. He slowly exhaled and suppressed the bad mood in his heart, and looked at Huo Jie who was running towards him.

"No enemies, dead people!" Huo Jie shouted to this side when he was still far away.

Ye Wuqi was stunned, and as soon as he eased his mind, he squeezed into the crowd and came to the place of the incident. The deceased was killed by a blow, the blood stains on his throat were slender but clear, Ye Wuqiu carefully observed the wound, the throat had just been cut off, the score was exactly right, the subtlety was abnormal, and it was obvious that the murderer was an expert in martial arts.

The restless heart that was originally disturbed by the promotion slowly settled down at this moment, and the brows of Ye Wuxian were slightly entangled. The sudden death of someone in the ranks is not a good sign from any point of view. This kind of thing happened not only to put psychological pressure on the people in the team and make everyone panic, but more importantly, if the real culprit was not discovered, then he would become a suspect, how would he manage the people who were speculating?

He has seen too many dead people, and since he was a child, he knew that he was born in troubled times, and if there was no pheasant wall in his heart, then he would not be able to protect even the last bit of tenderness, so he would not be able to survive in this world at all. Human life is a mustard, when the wind rises, the mustard is broken, commonplace, it is really difficult to pity one by one, and it is a great kindness to be able to sympathize with the fate of all mankind as a whole, not to mention that in the eyes of the night without hatred, this deceased is quite unworthy and it is not a pity to die.

Ye Wuqi glanced at the deceased again, his face was a little hideous, his eyes were like copper bells, his mouth was wide open as if he wanted to shout, but he found that his throat had broken and he couldn't make a sound, so he covered his throat with his hands and fell to the ground.

Ye Wuqi didn't know much about these aspects of corpses, so he found Xue Keqi and let her take a look.

For Ye Wuqiu's inquiring gaze, Xue Keqi just glanced at it and continued to repeat the details of the corpse, although she couldn't take her eyes off, she whispered to Ye Wuqiu: "At the moment, Brother Wuqi still cares about everyone's opinions, if you want to hold on safely until the blue dart head returns." ”

Lan Ruyu's matter was told to everyone at night, but she avoided trouble when narrating, and said that the disappearance was an urgent matter that required her to rush to the field.

This reminder is poking at the heart of the night without hatred, although there is no evidence to directly prove that the death of the young dart master was killed by himself, but at present, it seems that he is the most suspicious, if he does not make a public statement, the self-speculation of the people's hearts will only brew and deteriorate and get worse.

"Ahem, let me first state that this person's death has nothing to do with me, but at this moment I feel that I am also the most suspicious of myself, so I have to put aside the relationship with this matter, whether you really believe it or not. Ye Wuqiu raised his hand, turned to face everyone's unkind gaze, and smiled bitterly.

"What proof do you have!" I don't know who shouted such a sentence. If Ye Wuqi used to be patient, he could explain with kind words, but the anger that had just been suppressed was directly provoked by this sentence, and his temperament came up, and Ye Wuqiu snorted coldly: "If you say no, it's not, how can I be a dignified man!" If you are not convinced, you can find evidence to prove that this person was killed by me!"

Intimidated by the strength of the night without hatred, everyone was silent, and the night without hatred knew that the fire he had sent was not good for him, but he secretly said: The phoenix will be attacked if it falls into the flock, and the transportation of goods can be re-gathered, why bother talking about this group of rabble!

Thinking so, he flicked the sleeves of his robe, squeezed sideways out of the crowd, and walked towards his carriage. Seeing that there was no revenge at night, Huo Jieyun Xiaochan and others also turned back.

"No revenge, what are you going to do with this corpse?" Huo Jie asked.

The anger of the night was not gone, and his voice was a little cold: "A dead man is useless, buy it." ”

"But what if he has some clues?"

"What do you think such a professional master would leave behind to reveal his identity?"

Huo Jie thought about it carefully, and realized that it was too.

"Sister Xue is studying medicine, and there will definitely be some research on the corpse, and when she comes back after the examination, we can ask carefully. Oh, by the way, who is the dead arguing with at noon today?"

After a moment of silence, Ye Wuqi suddenly came to this sentence.

"Isn't it with you?"

Ye Wuqiu smiled dumbly and said, "No, what is the name of the skinny dart master from the previous one?"

"Ah, you said him. His name is Hou Guang. ”