There was only one bloody bitter word on this snow-white silk paper.

When Ningxia saw this big word, he knelt on the ground for a moment, covered his mouth, tears flowed out silently, crossed his cheeks, and a strong feeling of vomiting rose and fell in his throat, lingering.

Hei Wu raised his head and looked at Ningxia: "What happened?" ”

Ningxia knelt on the ground, bowed his head, couldn't say a word, could only cover his mouth and cry silently.

Kurono got up from the bed, walked to the table without saying a word, and reached out to pull the silk paper with bitter characters written on it, and was about to put it on the candle flame and burn it.

Ningxia knelt on the ground and shouted, "Don't! ”

Kurano stopped.

"Don't." Ningxia continued.

Hei Wu looked at Ningxia: "Since it will bring you such pain." ”

"I said no." Ningxia insisted, her voice as cold as ice.

Hei Wu turned around and threw the silk paper on Ningxia's head, turned around and lay back on the bed.

Ningxia knelt on the ground and took off the silk paper from her head with both hands, then pursed her cherry lips, crumpled the silk paper with bitter words written on it, and then stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it little by little, tears couldn't stop flowing from her eyes, but she still insisted on chewing the whole piece of silk paper and swallowing it into her stomach.

"I feel sick." Hei looked at the ceiling and said coldly.

In the final analysis, the silk paper is woven from the silk spit out by the spring silkworm, which is as safe and non-toxic as ordinary mulberry paper.

But of course, normal people don't use this kind of thing as food, after all, it tastes really bad.

And the red handwriting on it is made of cinnabar mixed with blood.

Ning Xia didn't say a word, knelt on the ground for a long time, and then said: "This is part of my fate." ”

"Last time I said I would help you kill Misery." Hei Wu said quietly.

"You can't kill him, and besides, he's good to me." Ningxia said.

"I don't feel like he's nice to you." Hei Wu said with a sneer.

"I feel like it's fine." Ningxia said stubbornly.

Saying this, Ningxia stood up from the ground and opened another copper pipe: "This is the new Jianghu list." ”

"Is it a charlatan?" Hei Wu looked at the ceiling: "I should be on the list this time." ”

"Yes, you killed Kongwu, so you were directly promoted to the forty-first rank of the first list of rivers and lakes." Ningxia said. "Nicknamed the Black Sky Demon God."

"Black Sky Demon God?" Hei Wu sneered: "That's really trouble-free." ”

"What about the miserable old man?" Kuro asked.

"Because of the death of the Void Enlightenment, my master's ranking has risen one place, and now it is the nineteenth." Ningxia Road.

"Then if I kill the miserable old man, am I nineteen?" Hei Wu said coldly.

"Don't talk about it again!" Ning Xia looked at Hei Wu, gritted his teeth and shouted, "I didn't let you do this kind of thing when I saved you. ”

"Okay." Hei Wu reached out and covered the quilt: "I slept." ”

Ningxia remembers the ranking of the new Jianghu List little by little, because the Jianghu List A is a long-established Jianghu celebrity, unless someone dies or is defeated, there will be no change in the ranking of the Jianghu List.

The reason why Hei Wu was able to jump directly to forty-one was because he directly participated in killing Kongwu, a high-ranking monk of Shaolin Temple who had been famous for decades.

However, such a thing may not be encountered in a year.

"Also, Huashan Shang Jiuge is also on the list." Ningxia continued.

"Is it the Shang Jiu song I heard?" Hei Wu had already covered the quilt, but still asked coldly.

"There is only one Shang Jiuge in Huashan." Ningxia said, and by the way, he looked at the subsidiary news on the list this time: "Huashan Shang Jiuge, swept the seventeen thieves of the Yellow River, and was alone with a sword, unscathed, so he entered the first list of rivers and lakes." ”

"It's really a sloppy news on the list." Ningxia smiled: "And it is currently the hundredth place on the list of rivers and lakes, the real crane tail position." ”

"So we're going to watch that guy slowly climb up from the bottom of the list for a long time?" Hei Wu said quietly: "It's really boring to think about. ”

"If I do, I don't know if I can kill her by the way."

"That will have to wait until we meet it." Ning Xia said coldly: "Shizun has written a bitter letter to warn me, I need to kill Gou Zazhong as soon as possible, and then return to the Western Regions." ”

"I'll take you with me."

……

……

The moonlight is like water, and the shadows of the trees in the courtyard are swaying.

Xue Ling looked at Fang Bei, who was already holding a wooden sword in his hand and repeatedly slashing and practicing the sword under the moonlight, and shook his head.

In front of her was a dim oil lamp, and stacks of thick thread-bound books left shadows under the oil lamp, all of which she begged Sister Ping to transfer to her from the hive, about all kinds of trivial matters, as well as celebrity information, and even the customs and customs of various places.

The information on the hive in this regard has always been relatively complete.

Now Xue Ling understands why Fang Bei is like Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes, and almost every person in the rivers and lakes has a lot of treasures about the martial arts, origin and personality.

Just like the investigation of Shang Jiuge's pervasive movements today, the hive really has a big net that can envelop the entire rivers and lakes, projecting everyone's every move on this big net.

So are you on this net? Every time he thought of this question, Xue Ling had a feeling of being terrified.

However, at least not yet, no matter how tight the information of the hive is, it is also done by individual bees, and the bigger the prey, the more bees will be around.

A small character like Xue Ling, or even a member of the bee himself, should not receive much attention.

And how strong does Fang Bei's memory have to be able to remember all of this in his heart?

Xue Ling didn't know, but she felt more and more that under Fang Bei's appearance that seemed to be light and light and didn't care about everything, how much effort had actually been put in.

It's like the boy who wields the sword every night, and his seemingly simple golden gloves, which are actually the finished products that Fang Bei basically labored in front of the forge for half a month before finally completing the finished product.

Xue Ling let out a long sigh.

This operation to exterminate the seventeen thieves of the Yellow River is the first time that Fang Bei has completely let her go to plan the route and battle plan, these seem very simple, and it is as easy as eating and drinking soup in Fang Bei's hands, and in front of him, it makes the girl feel really in a hurry.

She has always understood that there is a big gap between herself and Fang Bei.

But now Xue Ling realized more that the gap between the two was far from martial arts.

Instead, it was completely crushed in all directions.

"I'm so unhappy." Xue Ling looked at the small black words under the oil lamp and muttered.

"Yes, I need to get stronger."

"Only by becoming stronger can I be able to help him a little."

The girl smiled and looked out the window at the moonlight.

"I don't want to."

"Be a burden."