Mu Rong said angrily: "Do you think I want to come?" It's not that the girl can't rest assured that you can't help me, and she will definitely let me bring a letter. She misses you and misses you, but she doesn't know that the person she misses is already happy. Hmph, see for yourself! ”

Seeing Mu Rong angrily throwing a letter to himself, Tang An found the steps, tore open the envelope and read it very carefully, ignoring the fierce gazes of the two women around him.

If the eldest lady's temper is as hot as fire, then Liu Tingge is like a trickle, gentle and pleasant. She always felt inferior because she couldn't help Tang An, but she kept him in her heart all the time. Hearing the news that he was safe and sound, Liu Tingge only felt that the whole person was full of vitality, and there was no longer a boundless darkness in front of him. I wanted to see Tang An, but thinking of Lan Haitang's entrustment, I finally acted according to the plan with urgency, but I couldn't help but write a letter to Tang An.

The content of the letter is very simple, only sixteen words: think of the king, miss the king, and share the worries on behalf of the king. Looking forward to your quick return, always accompany you.

Tang An had a touch of tenderness on his face, a few simple words, and every word was full of warmth, like a little lady who longed to see Lang Jun, which made his heart melt.

Sighing slightly, Tang An forcibly suppressed the urge to see the jade man again, and said to Mu Rong: "Sister fairy, please tell Qinge to say that everything is fine now, let her not worry, everything is still according to the plan." ”

Feng Zhiyao frowned and asked, "Ji?" What's the meter? ”

Fuck, I accidentally said that I leaked my mouth!

Tang An's eyes rolled, and he hurriedly said, "I mean, act according to 'technique'." If her skills are not as good as Sister Feng's, don't be sad. At least she has put in the effort, and I think Sister Lan must be able to feel her sincerity. ”

Mu Rong on the side clenched his fists: If you talk about treachery, I'm afraid that no one in this world is the opponent of this bastard.

Feng Zhiyao was skeptical: "It's that simple? ”

"How complicated can that be, I don't believe you ask Sister Fairy." Tang An turned his head and winked at Mu Rong: "Sister Fairy, oh? ”

Closing one left eye, Tang An's right eye was extremely sharp. He clearly sensed a chill coming in through the open window—it had been opened by Mu Rong when he had just entered the room.

The cold light is silent, but it carries the breath of death. If it weren't for the bright moonlight to send a warning to me, I'm afraid that no one would have been able to detect the murderous aura falling from the sky!

Tang An did not doubt him, and said with a solemn face: "Sister fairy, be careful!" ”

Mu Rong's reaction was so keen, when he saw the change in Tang An's expression, he already felt the crisis. Her white clothes fluttered, and she turned around quickly, and suddenly saw a black shadow floating in from outside the house, accompanied by a murderous bronze sword!

The night is like ink, and the black clothes are hidden in the night.

The tip of the sword breaks through the wind, as fast as thunder!

If it weren't for Tang An's reminder, maybe the sword blade would have penetrated Mu Rong's body and stained her holy blood. But the second he fought for was enough to change the outcome.

Between the lightning and flint, Mu Rong's white jade palm gently closed, clamped the sword body and took it to the side, and the sword deviated from its original track.

"Whew!"

There is still a sword on the tip of the sword!

The sword in the sword that stabbed out from the blade again, because Mu Rong moved the tip of the sword, stabbed into the bed from Feng Zhiyao's sideburns and dangerously. The latter's eyes widened, realizing that death was only a fraction of a fraction from his own.

Tang An was already dumbfounded, and with just a stunned effort, Mu Rong and the black shadow made five or six more moves.

The moves are thrilling, and the sword is deadly!

"Bang!"

Mu Rong, who was able to dodge a sword, intersected with the black shadow's palms, making a crisp sound, Mu Rong took a step back, the man in black took three steps back, and the distance between the two was temporarily widened.

Mu Rong stood in front of the embroidery bed, his face was full of vigilance, and he muttered: "It turned out to be you!" ”

The black shadow stood still, and finally revealed the true face of Lushan. Deep-set eyes, vicious eyes, and a hint of ridicule at the corners of his mouth, who is it if he is not a ghost?

There was a hint of playfulness on his pale face: "I didn't expect that the sword I carefully prepared still couldn't kill you, it's a pity." But...... I seem to have found something interesting. ”

His eyes looked at Tang An, and then at Feng Zhiyao, and smiled sarcastically: "Feng Zhiyao, you are a dignified Qi countryman, and you actually collude with these Tang dogs, tsk, it's really unexpected to me." ”

Feng Zhiyao was slightly panicked in her heart, and forced herself to calm down: "I asked myself to act above board, and I have never done anything to be sorry for Qi Guo." On the contrary, it is you - sneaky, secretly arrow hurting people, and you are also worthy of saying that you are from the Qi country? ”

"Haha! There is a Tang man hiding in the house, and he still says that he is acting above board? Feng family, your calmness in your heart and mouth makes me admire it very much! ”

Tang An interrupted: "Hey, I said you are here to kill, or are you here to chat?" ”

"Does it matter?" Ghost saw sorrow licking the tip of the sword, and those sickly eyes glanced at him with some pity: "Anyway, you will die soon." ”

Tang An pointed to his nose: "I'm dead?" Haha, in front of the world's number one master disciple, he still dares to speak out like this, Xie Yuan has trained some people! ”

The ghost was about to say something, but suddenly realized that this guy was clearly playing his own words. Fang smiled faintly: "Good boy, full of thoughts, no wonder someone wants you to die so much." If you want to know who instructed me, go and ask Lord Yama! ”

"Whoosh!"

The bronze sword attacked again, but this time the target was not Mu Rong, but Tang An, who was sitting at the head of the bed.

Since receiving Xie Yuan's order, Ghost Jianchou did not dare to slack off at all, because he couldn't forget the lesson of the last time.

Taiqingguan's ambush is his handiwork, and it is also his only failure so far. lost two grimaces and a large number of ghost servants, and he also hung up the lottery, but in the end he fell short. For a high-minded person, such an end is obviously unbearable.

He blamed it all on the woman in white. If she hadn't dragged herself, that guy named Tang An would have died by now. So this time, Xie Yuan sent someone to secretly monitor the Phoenix Terrace, and he did not fake his hands to others, but went into battle himself.

From Xie Yuan's attitude, he smelled a trace of something unusual. Maybe here, he can find the answer he wants.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, he finally waited for his "prey". The white clothes like snow are a picture that he will never forget.

He followed Mu Rong into the Phoenix Terrace, followed her room by room to search, and finally came here.

What made him ecstatic was that he actually found that Xihou of the Tang Dynasty that Dingguo Gong had dreamed of killing here!

In his opinion, this is the compensation given to him by God, it must be so!

His sword was fast, like a storm. He knows very well that Mu Rong's bottom is fine, if the knife is real. The gun fights to the death, and the person who survives will definitely be Mu Rong.

But now it's not a life-and-death fight, as long as he forces a gap, it is enough for him to take Tang An's life.

As soon as Tang An died, he could give an explanation to Xie Yuan. As for Mu Rong - of course she will die, but not today!

So his sword is getting sharper and faster. In a small room, the ghost who is good at assassination undoubtedly has more room to play his strengths, especially under the premise that both of them have scruples, he is like a fish in water.

For fear that the sound of the fight would wake up the subordinates of Phoenix Terrace, the two of them used their own clever tricks, but they didn't even touch a chair. Feng Zhiyao and Tang An, who were sitting on the bed, became spectators at this time, although they were extremely nervous, they could only pray secretly.

Feng Zhiyao only felt that her palms were sweaty, and asked weakly, "She...... Will it work? ”

"Absolutely." Tang An said with great certainty, "Even if Sister Fairy can't do it, isn't there still me?" ”

"You?" Feng Zhiyao looked at him in surprise. The guy who was chased by a few ghost servants like a lost dog was so ashamed to face the king of killers, and he really envied his innate optimism.

While the two were talking, the fight between Ghost Sorrow and Mu Rong had reached a white-hot level. The ghostly bronze sword is like a fierce poisonous snake, chasing Mu Rong's throat to bite, once the "poisonous fangs" are contaminated with even a little, Mu Rong may not escape the end of Xiang Xiaoyu.

But Mu Rong is Mu Rong after all, a pair of cold palms make the temperature in the room lower and lower, making people feel like they are in a cold winter night, even if there is a heavy quilt wrapped, Feng Zhiyao still can't help but shiver.

The ghost's body became more and more stiff, and he knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would not make ten moves, and the one who lost must be himself. In desperation, his long sword suddenly took off his hand, and he rubbed Mu Rong's jade neck straight into the roof.

"Do!"

After a soft sound, Mu Rong, who was sideways to avoid, came back to his senses, but there was no ghost in front of him!

With a cruel smile, he actually bypassed Mu Rong, rubbed his palm into a knife with his right hand, and slashed at Tang An from top to bottom!

Mu Rong's complexion changed greatly, and he slapped a palm after him, and the snow mountain intercepted the veins and swallowed wildly, but his eyes were full of despair.

"Ahh

Feng Zhiyao screamed, and the figure that descended like a ghost made her feel a strong aura of death. She looked at Tang An with some flustered eyes, and muttered to herself in her heart: Is he going to die?

In the face of sudden changes, the calmest person was Tang An, who was in the center of the storm. The right hand hidden in the quilt suddenly took out a wooden box, and a fierce color flashed on his face, and he pulled the mechanism without hesitation!

"Bastard, you want to die together!"

"Whoosh!"

The close distance, the unsuspecting killer, created the most suitable time for the "Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle" to break out. Countless cow hair silver needles accompanied the night, one after another, penetrating the thin black clothes and nailing into the ghostly internal organs!

The grim smile on the ghost's face was gone. The sharp pain made him tremble slightly, and half of his accumulated strength was unloaded in an instant.

As a result, his face turned even paler.

In his opinion, the moment he used a trick to get rid of Mu Rong, he was doomed to Tang An's death. Even if he is exposed, at most he will only be made up by Mu Rong, who came later. As long as you can complete the task, what's the big deal about getting a little injured?

He believed that he had made the most correct judgment, but he never expected that the powerless Zhenxi Hou in the information would actually have a backhand. The sharp pain in his chest sent countless images through his mind—images of the dying struggles of those he had sent to hell with his own hands.

They are smiling at themselves, one by one, waiting for the pain they have inflicted on these people to be returned to him one by one!

"Bang!"

At this moment, the hand knife finally slashed at Tang An's chest! It's just a half-powerful killing move, and it no longer deserves to be called a "killing move".

Tang An spurted out a mouthful of blood "wow", and vomited a ghostly face. And then Mu Rong's angry palms slapped steadily on the back of the ghost who had no power to fight back.

"Click!"

The sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly in the dark night. The ghost was lying on the edge of the bed softly, like a pile of cotton, and the ribs and ribs had already been broken into countless pieces. Blood spurting intermittently from his mouth with broken internal organs, and his pale face was full of unwillingness, and he didn't close his eyes until he died.

The king of killers in Qi country, died in Phoenix Terrace!