"Uncle Jie, we've been in this ghost place for a few months, how long will we have to wait?" Bishan asked impatiently, "Don't forget, the employer is still waiting for news." ”

Lao Jie continued to look out the window, not caring about Bi Shan's reproach, until the eldest lady couldn't help it at all, he said slowly: "Miss Bi Shan, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, you have been practicing for so many years, why can't you hold your breath?" ”

Bi Shan's face has changed greatly, although she has been wandering the rivers and lakes for many years, after all, she was born in an official family, and she still has a little bit of the reserve of everyone's ladies. She is indeed a little grateful to this Uncle Jie who saved her fate, but she hates his attitude that doesn't seem to take her seriously. However, what about an orphan girl who has nothing? "Red Powder Love" sounds good, but almost every task is taken by Lao Jie, and every final lore is made by Lao Jie. Although it is rumored in the outside world how tragic her methods are, Bi Shan herself knows that no matter how high her martial arts are, it will never be possible to leave Lao Jie to live, even if the outside world seems how funny the two are together.

"Miss Bishan won't forget Ah Jue, will she?" The old masterpiece asked casually, "This time I came for his current master, isn't there a trace of pimple in the young lady's heart?" Aren't you afraid that your old lover will draw a knife against you? As soon as the words fell, he only heard the sound of the bell, and the angry Bishan was already unsheathed with a long sword and across his neck.

"Uncle Jie, I respect your life-saving grace, I hope you don't get an inch and forget your master and servant!" Bishan said coldly, "Otherwise, I don't mind letting the pink fall in love by half." She slowly withdrew her sword and left the room without looking back.

Seeing Bi Shan go away, Lao Jie, who was originally expressionless, suddenly burst out laughing, and the meaning of ridicule was unobstructed. "Miss Bishan, do you really think that you are still the daughter of the official family? If I hadn't kept you useful, why would I keep you to this day? Kill me, hahahaha, kill me and you're going to beg for food? Hmph, a girl who doesn't think much of herself! ”

Bi Shan walked aimlessly on the streets of Fuzhou, these days, the officers and soldiers have been vigorously searching for suspicious characters from other places, if it weren't for her and Lao Jie's journey to the north and south, knowing a lot of Hokkien dialect, I am afraid that they would have been arrested and imprisoned long ago. Rao is like this, with her flower-like beauty, she has been harassed several times by some soldiers who don't have long eyes, so she has long been dressed as a man.

"This master, let's have a white sugar cake!" A gray-haired old woman said attentively, "This white sugar cake is fragrant and soft, and it is delicious!" ”

The woman next to her glared at the old man with disdain, and then stepped forward with a smile on her face and said, "This uncle, at first glance, you are a nobleman, how can the white sugar cake be worthy of a character like you?" Why don't you have a bowl of sweet soup to warm up. ”

Bi Shan glanced at the old man casually, but her eyes were attracted by the rough white sugar cake. Once upon a time, the boy did not hesitate to fight with others for such a thing, and then, just to make himself laugh, he gave it to himself as a treasure. At that time, how could she know what it means to cherish, trampling on the soles of others' kindness again and again, and humiliating the poor boy in the competition again and again.

"Give me five sugar cakes." She handed over a handful of copper, but her heart was full of sour feelings.

The old woman was overjoyed when she heard this, although it was only a small business with a few coppers, but the weather was cold, and this white sugar cake was really getting more and more difficult to sell. The woman next to her looked at the yellow and clear copper jealously, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Another illiterate, the sweet soup of the old lady is much better than the white sugar cake of Nalaoshzi......"

Bi Shan didn't bother to pay attention to the mouthy woman, so she casually took the white sugar cake handed over by the old man, turned around and left. The old man was still there chattering and thanking him, but Bi Shan had already gone away, and she counted the copper in her hand one by one, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Leaning against the wall of an abandoned house, Bishan lowered her head and put a piece of white sugar cake in her mouth, however, she could not find the familiar sweetness anyway, instead it was boundless bitterness. Why, why did she still meet that person after many years of wandering, she spit out the white sugar cake in her mouth fiercely and punched the wall. A punch full of anger shook the ruined brick wall, and her own hand made several long cuts. Bi Shan looked down at the hands that originally belonged to the daughter of the official family, which were originally as white as jade, but now, they were covered with blood and death.

"Ah Jue, let's break it off with each other." A grim smile appeared on Bi Shan's face, "Let me see if you, the former crown of the children, can withstand my hard work over the years." She resolutely glanced at Lao Jie and her hiding place, and walked in the opposite direction without looking back.

In the evening, everything was extremely quiet, except for the watchman who was still dutifully beating the drum. Lao Jie hasn't seen Bi Shan come back until now, and his face can't help but become very ugly, he is afraid that this eldest lady will have a temper attack, if he makes his own opinion, then his years of hard work will be in vain. He casually picked up the short sword on the table next to him and floated out of the window like a puff of smoke.

His right eye had been jumping for several days, and somehow, he had a feeling of horror as he had never believed in ghosts and gods. This made him can't help but raise his vigilance to twelve points. However, Feng Wuxian couldn't stand it a little, although he did give an order to let the underworld be close to him, but this nerd couldn't help but follow too closely, it was no different from a shadow, and he couldn't reprimand, he was really depressed.

These days, in order to prevent assassination, Xu Chunshu does not let Feng Wuxian go out, and his range of activities is limited to a small area in the Qincha Xingyuan, and every time he goes in and out, he must be followed by more than a dozen people, and even when he sleeps, he is standing and guarding his side. This monster-like creature was able to stand and rest, and it was the first time that Feng Wuji had discovered it, but he was becoming more and more curious about the past of the Underworld, and the rumors he had heard from time to time could not satisfy his appetite at all.

Feng sat down in the pavilion without a trace, the original owner of this mansion was really extravagant, not only attracted the natural living water in front of the pond, but also the flowers in the garden alone were no less than a hundred kinds, all of which were very rare. "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road." The underworld beside him suddenly interjected inexplicably, and there was a rare trace of human emotion on his face.

The wind is stunned without a trace, this personal guard like an iceberg can still recite poems? He couldn't help but stand up and stare at the Immortal twice, "You memorized those two sentences just now?" Although he knew that what he did was a bit rude, he couldn't help but ask.

"It was taught by someone else when he was young." The eyes of the Absolute were a little unnatural, "I saw His Highness just now with a disapproving look, so I accidentally read it." ”

"Hahahaha!" Feng Wuxian couldn't help laughing, he hadn't been so happy for a long time, and seeing that the always cold and innocent had also revealed the appearance of a child, how could he not be happy. Who would have thought that in the middle of the laugh, the Immortal would pounce on him and crush him in the blink of an eye.

Puff puff, p "There are assassins, protect Your Highness!" A guard not far from them shouted at the top of his voice, and quickly outflanked the pavilion with a few men. A flash of fire in the distance was apparently alarmed, and a group of people with torches appeared in the field of vision.

A black shadow suddenly burst out of the water, and in a flash, it turned into several figures, and rushed towards the wind on the ground without a trace. "Shadow Arts!" Xu Chunshu, who was not far away, exclaimed, his footwork under his feet was faster, what kind of joke, in just a few months, he actually let his master be assassinated twice, and spread the word that he, a first-class guard, still has a face.

The Immortal picked up the wind without a trace, and floated a foot to the side strangely, just dodging the thunderous blow. "Your Highness, offended!" He exhaled softly. Wind Without a Trace was wondering what he was saying, when he suddenly found himself flying up like a cloud, heading straight for the crowd that was coming. "Lord Xu, please!" With a loud shout, he didn't look at the crowd who had come to his aid, and turned back to the assassin. Xu Chunshu hurriedly got up and took the wind without a trace steadily, and everyone who watched was in a cold sweat.

"Damn it!" Bi Shan scolded angrily in her heart, however, in the face of the cunning of the Dead, she was helpless. As an assassin, it only makes sense to miss a blow and flee immediately, but she has lost her best chance to escape, and should have slipped away when she shot the life-killing cone. "Fight!" A crazy thought suddenly crossed her mind.

Tearing off the black cloth that covered her face, Bi Shan proudly presented her face in front of everyone. "Oops!" Xu Chunshu exclaimed, with his eyesight, how could he not see that this woman was the person who made the mind unsettled when he met him on the street last time, and he thought that it must have something to do with that ice cube, but at this moment, his task is to protect the prince of Feng Wuji, how can he help him?

"Lao Ling, Xiao Ye, you go and help the Immortal, you must capture that female assassin alive!" Xu Chunshu shouted at the two beside him, "Your Highness, I have me here, you go quickly!" ”

Although they didn't know the reason, Ling Renjie and Ye Feng had always trusted Xu Chunshu and rushed forward without thinking. The two of them suddenly stopped and looked at the man and woman in the confrontation suspiciously.

"Haven't you seen me before, why do you still look surprised?" Bi Shan's voice was as cold as ice, "I came to assassinate your master, why, you don't dare to kill me like a murderer?" ”

"Don't push me!" His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were even redder, as if he wanted to melt everything.

"Come on, let me see how much you've grown over the years!" Bi Shan smiled lightly, reached out and wiped it on her waist, and a soft sword that shimmered like a crescent moon suddenly attacked the Netherworld like a poisonous snake.

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