Seeing Rou Niang approaching step by step, the only thing Yan Hong could rely on at this time, and the right to use as a weapon, was the long shirt that he took off in his hand. This dress is made of high-quality fabric, the tailor is exquisite, and it can be sold for nearly ten taels of silver in the market, but in this time of life and death, no matter how expensive the clothes are, they cannot replace the position of the military blade.

However, it is better to have a piece of clothing in your hand than to use your bare hands. Yan Hong pondered, why don't we wait for Rou Niang to approach, let's throw the clothes into a lump and throw her? It doesn't seem appropriate.

Or, unfold her clothes and cover her head and face? It doesn't seem to work very well.

But when I thought of the idea of covering my face with clothes, I couldn't help but think about it again. Clothes to cover your face? It's like the rhythm of what it is.

At the moment of life and death, Yan Hong's face showed a momentary look of confusion. And after sobering up in a blink of an eye, Yan Hong had a flash of inspiration: yes, what is it, can't you do anything?

Thinking about it, Yan Hong shook his wrist, took the long robe he took off as a horsewhip, and with a snap, he pointed straight at Rou Niang's left leg. His horsewhip kung fu is not bad, but the practice is not enough for outsiders. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, the long coat is like the tentacles of some kind of monster, ruthless and fast, stretching and winding in the past.

At this moment, Rou Niang had already walked three or four feet away from Yan Hong, and between raising her hand, the embroidered spring knife could cut Yan Hong's throat. thought that if Yan Hong hadn't been restrained, he would have to turn around and run away. Where did I expect that Yan Hong would use a long robe to fight back, and I didn't expect that this mediocre martial arts boy would play a good whip.

Rao is like this, if it is left in the past, Yan Hong's whipping technique practiced on the bed in the back house will not pose any threat to Rou Niang. Rou Niang, who has been honed in the rivers and lakes for a long time, how can her skills be matched by the ravaged Hu Wanniang?

It's just that now Rou Niang herself is also injured and exhausted, dizzy for a while, and her body reaction is not enough to be as good as usual, but as a result, she is entangled, and she only feels that her right leg is suddenly stagnant, and she can't help but be shocked.

is a good Rou Niang, although she is not shocked, she has to stabilize her body and cut off her long clothes with an embroidered spring knife in her hand. Where did Yan Hong wait for her to have this opportunity, she used all her strength and pulled desperately.

Rou Niang was already standing unsteadily, where could she stop the fierce force of the tall Yan Hong, and her body was suddenly dragged down by this. With a snap, he slammed to the ground. Under this fall, the pain was even more serious, the eyes were slicing, the left finger that was already stained with blood slipped away, and the embroidered spring knife in his hand had been let go, when Chang Chang flew out two steps away.

Yan Hong was originally anxious to save his life, so he resorted to such obscene tricks. Seeing that this murderous little beauty was really dragged down by herself, and fell before her heels, she was also overjoyed. He knew that Rou Niang's martial arts were ten times better than him, if he couldn't take advantage of the mechanism to catch this little girl, and when she got up again, there would be no weapons in his own hands!

At that moment, Yan Hong screamed, a tiger pounced, grabbed Rou Niang's left wrist with one hand, and pressed Rou Niang's right shoulder with the other, and the whole person pressed on Rou Niang's body.

This kind of posture, this kind of action, if you change the scene, it is basically a scene of an eighteen forbidden violent love action movie, but now, it is just a life-and-death fight, and nothing else.

Yan Hong pounced on him this time, and originally planned to press Rou Niang firmly to the ground, unable to move, so he could only let him ravage. But there is a difference between these two people's skills. Rou Niang was pressed by Yan Hong, and her already vague mind was condensed again, taking advantage of Yan Hong's uneven force, she shrank her shoulders and twisted her waist, and one of her left legs flew high, kicking Yan Hong under the ribs from an impossible angle.

Yan Hong only burst into tears in pain, his whole body tilted to the right, and the hands holding Rou Niang naturally relaxed. He didn't care about it, and he didn't care if his ribs were broken. Seeing that Rou Niang's left hand stretched out to grab the embroidered spring knife that fell to the ground, Yan Hong was afraid that Rou Niang's sharp blade would be in her hand, and when she was fighting in this hand-to-hand combat, she would die without a place to be buried. He kicked the embroidered spring knife several steps away.

Although Yan Hong has never killed anyone with his own hands, when you are alive and dead, he will not be so painful as to be a virgin. Kicking away the embroidered spring knife with his left foot, he took advantage of Rou Niang's left hand outside, and sat on Rou Niang's thigh with his buttocks, and his hands were like iron tongs, tightly choking Rou Niang's throat. That neck is weak and slippery, but if you don't break this beautiful neck today, you will die in this courtyard. I'm sorry, beauty, if we only die one, please, please!

As the saying goes, the road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high, and before Yan Hong's men can exert their strength, Rou Niang's left hand has been retracted, and her slender two fingers are directly inserted into Yan Hong's eyes. Seeing this momentum, where could Yan Hong still hold on, he couldn't help but withdraw his hand to protect his eyes. This time, not only did she loosen Rou Niang's neck, but even her entire waist and back strength was messed up.

Rou Niang's left arm was like a spirit snake, and she just shook it to the door, and then retracted, and gave Yan Hong a heavy punch in her heart, which made him churn and almost incontinent at the same time. Then he gritted his teeth strongly, and his waist and eyes exerted force, but pressed Yan Hong under him.

At this time, Rou Niang's right hand was seriously injured and she couldn't do anything, so she poked out her left hand and grabbed Yan Hong's throat tightly. In the past, with her palm power, with this grasp, she could almost scratch Yan Hong's throat. But now she has lost too much blood and lacks strength, so she just chokes her blood veins tightly, making Yan Hong suffocate for a while.

The two were already fighting closely at this time, and they couldn't show all kinds of kung fu. Especially the battle formation kung fu that Rou Niang practiced with her father back then, she was proficient in spear and knife on horseback, but she was not very good at such small fighting techniques of close entanglement. And now she can't use one hand, even if she knows some grappling techniques, she can only use two or three points. Therefore, the two of them returned to a starting line at this time, completely relying on their own close means.

Of course, when it comes to close-quarters means, Yan Hong has some, but these methods are not used to fight. Rou Niang's skills are only two or three points left, but these two or three points are enough to restrain Yan Hong.

At the beginning, both of them had the heart to pick up the single knife, but they were also powerless. After tossing a few times, I understood the situation in front of me, and if I didn't kill this life-and-death opponent who hugged him closely, it would be a dream to pick up any knife. A man and a woman, entangled in each other, rolled up and down with each other, gasping for breath.

After a few back and forth, after all, Yan Hong was still inferior, and was tightly ridden by Rou Niang. The two beautiful legs were sandwiched between Yan Hong's waist and eyes, making him unable to exert his strength up and down. A left hand grabbed Yan Hong's throat like an iron tong, and his right hand, which was already seriously injured and weak, only scratched on Yan Hong's door.

And Yan Hong didn't care about any moves and demeanor at this moment, and grabbed Rou Niang's left wrist with both hands. But with all his strength, he couldn't pull the fingers of this little beauty. I only felt that the strength of Rou Niang's left hand was getting stronger and stronger, her throat was getting tighter and tighter, and her breath was getting weaker.

He panicked, let go of his left hand, and hit Rou Niang's head and chest. After a few hits, he suddenly grabbed a stiff and tough thing, and involuntarily tightened his fingers. But seeing that Rou Niang's pretty eyes changed slightly, and then the silver teeth clenched, which was even more hideous.

With the lack of oxygen in his brain, Yan Hong only felt that Venus was popping up in front of him, his strength was exhausted, and it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. The blood of all four bodies seemed to be boiling. And in this painful and aggrieved environment, what embarrassed him was that a certain organ in the lower body actually reacted, gradually stood up, and resisted Rou Niang's body ends. On the verge of facing death, there is still an inexplicable sense of comfort.

"This ...... It's probably the legend, the female superior. Before Yan Hong was completely unconscious, the most discordant consciousness in his mind was such a sentence that was really not very harmonious.

"Hong'er, Hong'er......"

Yan Hong didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but he vaguely heard the sound of a call, which grew from small to large, and became clearer and clearer.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the anxious face of his grandmother Ouyang.

"Grandma?" At this moment, he even thought that he was dead, and his grandmother was also killed by Rou Niang, and his grandson met again in the underworld? But as the line of sight gradually became clearer, what I saw was Bao Toad, who also looked anxious, Yan Shaoqing, who had a chubby face and a nervous face, and ...... A big bag of Yan Hu on his head.

"Hong'er, good grandson, don't scare grandma anymore." When the old lady saw her grandson wake up, she shouted again, and tears splashed.

At this time, Yan Hong found that his wife was the late mother, the maid pendant, and his aunts were also there. Suddenly, he almost thought that he had crossed over to the day after falling from the horse again.

Beginning to look at the room layout, it seemed to be still in Grandma's room, but the assassin was nowhere to be seen.

Well, it really escaped by looking at yourself.

After all, this time it was just a fight, and as long as you didn't lose your life, the recovery was very fast. Yan Hong quickly regained full perception of his body. It's just that there is still a dull pain in the neck, under the ribs, in the abdomen, and in the legs. And there was a little suspicious wetness in the crotch, and I don't know if it was the urine of incontinence during the duel of life and death, or something else.

"Grandma, what about the female thief?"

"Young Master, don't worry, that hateful female thief has been knocked unconscious by the little maid. Now, she has put on the rope and carried her to the front. Seeing Yan Hong wake up, Bao Chan was extremely excited, and she didn't care about the dignity of the master and slave, or the etiquette in front of anyone, she raised a white shaking fist and said loudly.

"Yes, thanks to Bao Girl." Ouyang didn't get angry when he saw Bao Chan's rude behavior, but praised with a smile on his face: "Good girl, it's not in vain that she has followed me for so many years, and she is better than Hua Mulan, who was in the army with her father." After two days, the old body will definitely reward you. How about rewarding you with a good look? ”

"Old lady!" Bao Toad was immersed in the excitement of overturning the female assassin, boasting in front of the eldest young master. Hearing what Ouyang said fiercely, he suddenly turned crimson with shame and lowered his head. Those pretty eyes, but they peeked at Yan Hong.