The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night kills.

It was in an alley to the Shoujiang's Mansion that Murong Yanran fell into a killing situation again, silent in the dark, only fighting.

This time, it should be the cow and horse fence sticky pole Lang, the sky is dark in the street battle, and the flesh and blood fly in the sword light and sword shadow.

Sticky Lang only heard of his name in the Shenguang Dynasty, but did not see his people, and it was rumored that they were all good at assassination, Gu use, and poisoning.

The hidden piles near the way have already been pulled out, and they have no bad control of Murong Yanran's route and time to return home.

Even Cui Hanzhang's secret guard who was secretly protecting Murong Yanran was almost poisoned.

Sticky Lang made a move, not a single inch of grass was born, and suddenly launched a thunderous blow, and the dead bodies in the alley were all over the ground, blood and water flowed sideways, and there was almost no place to stay.

In the end, there were only two people left around Murong Yanran, one was a soldier ancestor Gu sword attendant, and the other was Cui Hanzhang's secret guard disguised.

On the other side, there are only two sticky rods left, and they will not retreat.

There was silence here, only the crisp sound of the sword impact, Cui Hanzhang's heart was deeply shocked, but the street battle that no one knew about here was far more tragic than the battle in Huimeng Square.

In the flash of light, the sword attendant was stabbed by the long sword of the sticky rod lang, and the blood spurted out from the chest, the sword attendant was even more ruthless, and the momentum did not decrease directly through it, stabbing the dagger in his hand into the chest of the sticky rod lang, and both of them died.

The sword-wielding maid who grew up with fat since she was a child was killed, Murong Yanran's face was pale, regardless of the injuries on her body, she rushed over and smashed the head of the sticky pole lang with one palm, and even used her Da Luo grappling hand to attack another sticky pole lang, her body was so fast and dazzling that Cui Hanzhang could barely see clearly, only to see her like a butterfly wearing flowers, wantonly killing and killing the enemy in front of her in a moment.

The embroidered fox Murong Yanran stood quietly in front of him, the alley was lifeless, and at this time, a cold wind blew, and Cui Hanzhang, who was a secret guard, shivered.

Murong Yanran's previously bandaged left arm was bleeding again, her chest was red, and there was also a deep blood groove on her back, perhaps because of excessive blood loss, her figure was a little shaky, but her eyes were sharp and her aura was powerful.

Although Cui Hanzhang was not completely sure of killing her, this was a once-in-a-lifetime good time.

suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, her eyes were silent, she stepped forward and knelt on one knee, clenched her fists, lowered her eyebrows, and pleaded guilty, like a wolf hunting in the dark, waiting for the moment when her mind was slack, and she attacked and killed.

Murong Yanran looked coldly at the dark guard in front of her, thought for a moment and stepped forward with one leg, and just as she was about to speak, she heard the sound of chaotic footsteps behind her and the sound of armor rubbing, it should be the city guards who came.

Cui Hanzhang resisted the impulse, and secretly screamed in his heart that it was a pity.

Murong Yanran saw that there was no credible person around him, so he didn't let him hide in the shadows, and stood next to him in black clothes and black faces.

After the Liuluan City guard led people out of the way, he stepped forward and bowed: "My subordinates are late to save the car, and the crime deserves death." ”

"You deserve to die, it's not a pity to die. When considering the employment of people, the head on the neck will be left on your neck. Murong Yanran knew in her heart that this alley was less than three miles away from the guard's mansion, but it didn't appear until this time, and the guard's careful thinking was self-evident, so she hit him first with words.

As a secret guard, he had to understand the master's words, Murong Yanran's words did not fall, he had already put the knife on the neck of the guard, and pulled out the knife and fell on the neck in one go, so frightened that Hu Shoujiang trembled and stammered:

"Subordinate, subordinate convicted, willing to preserve this useful body, serve the marshal for the work of dogs and horses, swords and mountains and fires, and never give up."

"Get up and talk back, Liuluan City still has to rely on General Hu to defend it."

Murong Yanran's skills were majestic, and she raised her hand to help General Hu Shou.

After returning to the Shoujiang's Mansion, Cui Hanzhang, as a personal guard, arranged all the daily life of Marshal Murong. The entire backyard was emptied, and no other men were allowed to enter, leaving only a maid to wait outside.

In order to play in the water with his concubine Mandarin Duck, he actually relied on a hot spring in the city to dig and build a huge soup pool, which can accommodate five or six people to play at the same time. According to Marshal Murong's request, hundreds of medicinal herbs have been soaked in them and heated again to raise the temperature.

Cui Hanzhang originally couldn't judge the severity of Murong Yanran's injuries, but after seeing the herbs in the full pool, he understood that she really missed a good time in the alley, when she forcibly urged Da Luo to grab the hand, resulting in more injuries and injuries, plus excessive blood loss, it was already the end of the crossbow, if the killer was killed, it would definitely succeed.

The opportunity was fleeting, but fortunately, he gained Murong Yanran's trust, was promoted to a personal guard, and was responsible for the security affairs around the soup pool in the backyard.

After two circles around the Tangchi Pavilion, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred to him, remembering the water saucer of the Green Water Camp on the Qionglin Banquet, they were lurking in the Jinming Pond early, and the city defense battalion and Yulinwei couldn't find out, and the banquet took advantage of the unpreparedness of people to suddenly come out and make trouble.

The soup pool in front of me is two zhang square, the water vapor is steaming like smoke, there is a layer of medicinal herbs floating on the water surface, you can't see the situation under the water, and it is easy to get close, but it is a good place to hide and kill.

After waiting for her to change her clothes, she brought a fresh fruit bowl and wine to the soup pool, and then withdrew.

Murong Yanran used a secret medicinal bath that was not passed down from Bingzu Valley, which was most suitable for recuperating after the war, and the effect was unique.

The silver moon is in the sky, the green is misty, the moonlight in the courtyard is lightly paved, the flowers and trees, and the paths are covered with layers of brilliance, quiet and peaceful.

Murong Yanran stood quietly by the pool, closed her eyes, and released her mind to feel the backyard, only the breeze slowly blew her light veil as thin as cicada wings, faintly revealing amazing curves, curling around, and the dark fragrance floated.

The black hair, which was as bright as a waterfall, was not coiled up or tied, but was allowed to scatter on the front and back of his chest, moistened by the water vapor, sticking to the mountains and mountains.

Shu Hao's wrists, stretching his arms, twisting his waist, and turning his jade feet, Murong Yanran's temperament is almost indifferent, and he is arrogant in his coldness.

In an instant, the light yarn fell to the ground, a pair of ghostly carved jade bodies bloomed among the grass and flowers, slender thighs as straight as spears, slender and soft calves, symmetrical and harmonious, one more point is fat, one less point is thin, with a cold and beautiful face, the eyes contain autumn water, looking forward to the brilliance, people have to sigh, this woman should only be in the sky, how many times can I smell it in the world?

The autumn water is the jade for the bones, the hibiscus is like the willow like the eyebrows, the pretty face is crimson, the skin is crystal clear, there is not only a bright and moving posture, but also a cold and arrogant charm, and the whole body can not hide the nobility of the superior, a collection of thousands of styles cold and glamorous and charming.

Cui Hanzhang can hear the sound of her water at the bottom of the soup pool, the snow-white plain hand pours a handful of pool water on his body, the crystal water droplets flow along the pink skin between the peaks and ravines, sliding down the pool water, the night breeze is gentle like water, gently blowing on the face, which is refreshing.

Whether it is the action, demeanor, or artistic conception, it is so harmonious and unified with the surrounding environment, so natural and dust-free, with beautiful posture and delicate movements.

Xu is the fight during the day consumes energy, and at this time, the hot spring is soaked, and the whole person is lazy. Murong Yanran twisted her waist lightly, her upper body surfaced, and the crystal droplets of water slipped from the smooth collarbone, winding along the delicate skin, as if constantly jumping into the silver beads of the jade plate, the delicate body moved slightly, and the silver beads fell on the silver plate, splashing bursts of water mist, which was suffocating.

He can also vaguely see the shadow of ecstasy, the northland woman is bodybuilder, different from the thin and graceful of the southern woman, full of rigidity but not lacking in softness, Murong Yanran's skin is not as dark as most of the northland women, but delicate and white, like white jade.

Cui Hanzhang's mouth was dry for a while, and there were hundreds of herbs soaked in the soup pool, and the medicinal power was extremely domineering, and he felt countless warm air currents gushing out of his lower abdomen flowing all over his body along the seven meridians and eight veins, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable, and then the warm current was boiling, and they all rushed to the Baihui acupoints on his head. Frightened, he hurriedly collected his mind and absorbed the effects of the medicine with all his might.

The water is steamy, the posture is wonderful, and the charming Murong Yanran is like a goddess of Wushan, and she looks more and more blurry and dreamy.

Suffered two assassinations in one day, and the Kun Gong knife that resisted the tide of the sea with her bare hands had already bruised her arms, and the power of the shock made her blood surge, but she skillfully disguised and deceived everyone's eyes, and then fell into a more dangerous Sticky Lang killing game, almost dying, resulting in aggravated internal injuries. Now in the medicinal bath in the hot spring pool, every cell in the body is comfortably bubbling, every inch of skin is greedily absorbing the medicinal power of the pool, the whole mind is relaxed, Murong Yanran is satisfied with the arrangement of the Shou General's Mansion, and thinks: "That idiot is finally a little useful." ”

A female marshal is a woman first, and then a marshal.

With such a beautiful scenery and hot spring bathing, it naturally reveals a little woman's expression.

There was a faint mist of smoke and water above the soup pool, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

It can be seen that Murong Yanran is satisfied with her figure, and the carving of physical skills is like ice muscle and jade bones, and the curves outlined are exquisite. Thinking of her wearing a red shirt and calling in front of the two armies, 100,000 iron cavalry patrolling, I couldn't help but sigh: "Beauty is like jade, and the sword is like a rainbow."

The soaked herbs gradually melted in the pool water, and the water surface bubbled and bubbled, as if a pot of boiling water was about to be boiled.

In the evening, there was also a dinner party of the Six Clans Alliance, in order to heal her injuries as soon as possible, Murong Yanran's weight increased, and ordinary people naturally couldn't bear it.

At this time, the sweat on her forehead couldn't stop falling down her thin cheeks, some beads of sweat continued to slide through the slender and white jade neck, and some fell between the tall twin peaks, shattered into eight petals, flowing along the waist and abdomen, dripping on the water little by little, ticking and ticking.

The clear and agile eyes have been tightly closed, the long eyelashes are constantly shaking, and the soft and delicate body trembles from time to time, showing the pain that the owner endures, the elegant and soft lips have turned white, and the white teeth bite the lower lip out of a small tooth mark, and the ice sculpture's holy cheeks are even more lit with a scarlet flame, and occasionally there is a low and inaudible whisper like a mosquito ant, which seems to be fragrant and charming to outsiders, but even Murong Yanran, who grew up soaking in the medicinal bath since childhood, is extremely tormented at this moment.

After the urging of medicinal power, there is indeed a faint fragrance on Murong Yanran's body, this kind of hollow valley orchid-like fragrance is not the same as the smell of spices and even sweat or bath incense, it cannot be described, if there is none, the exchange is invisible; You can find it, but you can't find it.

Cui Hanzhang's eyes were straight underwater, and the extremely mature and flawless body in front of him brought him an unprecedented visual impact.

was even more impacted by the medicinal power in the soup pool, his mind was lost, his brain was buzzing, and his hot eyes stared at the exquisite jade body in the water, although Murong Yanran was at the critical moment of healing, but suddenly her skin was tight, and she keenly caught something abnormal, and a cold light appeared between the opening and closing of her eyes, as if there was a black shadow shaking under the water.

Murong Yanran's heart froze, she suddenly stood up from the pool, and the large splash of water she brought with her fell into the hot spring pool along the snow-white and flawless jade body, making a gurgling sound.

At this time, Cui Hanzhang felt that if he didn't release the energy in his body, he was afraid that he would be blown up, so he suddenly became difficult.

Without a moment's notice, Cui Hanzhang rushed directly from the water, and the sharp dagger pierced Murong Yanran's heart, thinking of killing him with one move.

Murong Yanran was even more ruthless, the artist was bold, after locking the target, she directly threw herself down, grabbed the assassin with Da Luo's hand, and only saw that it was a sharp dagger when she got closer, stirring the pool water like a whirlpool, after all, it was a mortal fetus, the dagger directly pierced her palm and was stuck between the bones of her hand, but she also held Cui Hanzhang's hand tightly, and half of the soup pool was stained red with blood in an instant.

Take advantage of your illness and want your life, this is what Li Qingshan often says, and Cui Hanzhang naturally learned the essence.

At the same time as stabbing out the dagger, the bottom kick slammed into Murong Yanran's chest, the softness was amazing, and it actually dissolved part of the force, but it also kicked her so that a mouthful of blood spit out under the water, and the strength of the dagger was slightly loosened, and it was pulled out by Cui Hanzhang's grip on both sides, holding the handle of the knife back, and cutting upwards diagonally.

Murong Yanran was careless, passive step by step, and at this time, she couldn't care about the shame of her daughter's family, and after she turned sideways, she resisted with her left arm again, and at the same time kicked the bottom of the pool with her right foot with the help of buoyancy, she flipped her body ninety degrees and kicked at Cui Hanzhang's wrist, after all, it was a fast knife, I saw a bang, her left arm was cut off by Qi Gen, and Murong Yanran, who was in pain, screamed miserably, choked and drank two mouthfuls of pool water, and the blood was like water that opened the gate, and it couldn't stop rushing out, and the pool was bright red.

What a divine weapon, this kind of sharpness is really beyond Cui Hanzhang's expectations, no wonder Li Qingshan twisted and pinched when he gave it to him, and his reluctance was overflowing, and Murong Yanran's Da Luo grappling hand was like paper paste.

From Cui Hanzhang's attack to cutting off Murong Yanran's left arm, everything happened between lightning and flint, there was peace above the water, but there was a hand-to-hand fight of life and death underwater......

This roll and stroke is really the essence of Cui Hanzhang's lifelong learning, one step earlier, one step later, or a slight difference, Murong Yanran will get out, and then his head will move, whether it is life or death is only a millimeter, Cui Hanzhang didn't care about the pain in his wrist, and secretly said God bless.

At the same time as the arm was cut off, it was heart-wrenching, but Murong Yanran didn't retract her foot, and the tip of her right foot also kicked the wrist holding the dagger fiercely, "click", with a hateful blow, and directly kicked the wrist bone.

Five fingers connected to the heart, the painful Cui Hanzhang could no longer hold the dagger, under the impact of the huge force, the cold light flashed to the roof of the front yard, splitting a few tiles, and the sound of the tiles falling to the ground also alarmed the guards in the front yard, and they rushed quickly to the backyard, but because of Murong Yanran's majesty, no one dared to rush in directly, so they could only shout outside the door:

"Marshal Murong, are you okay?"

Cui Hanzhang endured the pain, hugged the fiery body in front of him with his left hand, wrapped his legs around her lower limbs, and cast a giant python coiled branches, intending to strangle her.

The water was muddy, and in a panic, what his left hand held was the majestic peaks of Murong Yanran, Cui Hanzhang only felt that the skin at the beginning was smooth and smooth, but he couldn't use his strength, so he had no choice but to endure the pain and raise his right arm to strangle his neck, and his heart was murderous.

"We can't give her a chance to come out of the water and call for help, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted."

Just now, Murong Yanran took advantage of the assassin to pounce, and finally saw clearly that the killer was actually a secret guard.

Although he is masked, those stoic eyes can't deceive people.

Unexpectedly, the most insidious fatal blow of Shenguang towards Jialong Lao'er was launched by the secret guard who survived to the end, and he had just gained his trust, and the choice of time and place was so just right that it was exactly right.

In the front, even the sea tide made a big disturbance at the scene of the alliance to attract everyone's attention, and even the must-kill game of sticky Lang in the middle was also a trick, all of which was to create the best assassination opportunity for the dark guard.

At this time, Murong Yanran hated and ashamed in her heart, when she was dying and dying, she was still slighted by her opponent, and she was caught in the vital part, just like a death hole was held, half of her strength was dispersed first, and her heart was more than enough but her strength was insufficient, and at this time, she couldn't wash away the humiliation in her heart even if she poured out the water of the three rivers.

The severed pain in her left arm nearly made her faint, and it became more and more difficult to breathe in her neck, and she had not experienced such a death since her debut, and the shadow of death hung over her heart.

Murong Yanran urged the qi and blood of her whole body, used her hands and feet at the same time, and struggled, the two of them kept rolling under the water, but they had nowhere to borrow their strength, and Cui Hanzhang's mask fell off during the strangulation.

Even if he grasped the opportunity and took the initiative step by step, Cui Hanzhang was still spitting blood by the beauty in his arms, and Bingzu Gu Zhenchuan was by no means idle, feeling that the major acupuncture points on his chest were like needle, and he felt exhausted several times, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and hold on.

In a flash of inspiration, Cui Hanzhang opened his mouth to drink the pool water, and under the opportunity of grinding his ears and temples, his teeth actually bit Murong Yanran's ears, this time she trembled all over, and the pain drilled into her heart, like a cat with fried hair, her mind suddenly lost her mind, as if it was a fatal backlash before death, fortunately, it was the bottom of the pool, and the price of opening her mouth in a panic was choking, and a series of blisters gurgled out......

After about half a cup of tea, the water surface stopped bubbling, Murong Yanran gradually lost her strength, her limbs hung down weakly, her eyes glared angrily, her pupils dilated, Cui Hanzhang estimated that she was seriously injured by a broken arm, and she was strangled underwater, not to mention that the blade of the dagger was smeared with poison, and she choked to death, this should be out of breath.

The guards at the gate of the courtyard shouted more and more urgently, and did not hear an echo for a long time, and thought that without the marshal's order, the trespassers would be killed, so they could only be as anxious as ants in a hot pot, and finally found a maid and rushed in together.

At this time, I happened to see a drenched black shadow rushing out of the soup pool and rushing towards the root of the wall.

During the struggle at the bottom of the pool, the black scarf covering her face had already fallen, and Murong Yanran seemed to see Cui Hanzhang's face before she lost consciousness, her delicate facial features were full of bookish energy, this should be the face of a scholar, which was deeply imprinted in her mind............

Although Cui Hanzhang's right wrist was broken, his feet did not lose a penny, and a few vertical jumps jumped high with the help of the rockery next to the wall, and he was still shot in the thigh by a crossbow arrow in the air, and fell the outside of the wall.

Thinking of handing over to the saint in the future, Cui Hanzhang picked up Murong Yanran's broken arm in the panic of the pool and stuck it diagonally around his waist.

General Hu Shou looked at a pond of water stained red with blood, and panicked in his heart, and when the soldiers salvaged Murong Yanran, who had a broken arm, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground, "God, how is this good?" ”

"Dead, Marshal Murong was assassinated." The soldiers who surrounded the courtyard looked at each other, all stunned.

"Hurry up and inform General Wanyan and the others, block the city gate, and go all out to arrest the assassin." Although General Hu was frightened, driven by instinct, he still commanded his subordinates to act, and couldn't help but glance a few more times during the process, and swallowed his saliva.

"Come on, carry Marshal Murong to the lobby and cover it."

Huan Tan, who was far away in Kuiyin Mountain, suddenly felt frightened, his thoughts were chaotic, and his chest was stuffy.

"Isn't it the master, his old man, what happened to him in the royal capital?" On a whim without warning, Huan Tan couldn't help but clench his saber, an ominous premonition flashed in his mind, and he was suddenly anxious.

Kuiyin Mountain cannot afford to lose, otherwise the six animals of the empire will not rest.

Seeing that the army on the eastern front of Shenguang had been dispersed, and all that remained was to clear the remnants, he turned his head and ordered the deputy general Akzhan to continue to pursue and kill King Zekang, and be sure to come to see him.

Then he hurriedly turned his horse's head, led half of the ghost cowardly army, and went straight to the royal capital.............