Tang He stretched out his hand, and his five fingers were high and low.

A group of people held knives, but none of them dared to come forward. Only five people rushed forward first, but they all stopped in front of him, like several sculptures. Their eyes widened, and their eyes were full of horror, as if the evil ghost Shura was right in front of them.

If that's the case, then it's easier.

The leader cursed a few words, telling them not to be stupid, raising a group of wine bags and rice bags couldn't deal with the two intruders, and one of them was unarmed. But everyone spares their lives, and everyone is not stupid, especially the man in red behind him, whose gentle eyes are incompatible with the spirit of slaughter, and it is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp.

Immortal Moon Jun stretched out a finger and shook it from side to side.

"This boy is in a bad mood. I recommend that you ...... Get out of the way. ”

"You'd better make sure the person you're looking for is here." Tang He squinted at him, "I don't want to waste my time on a bunch of bandits. ”

Probably it was really unpleasant to be provoked, and a fool with a violent temper but not a consciousness rushed up. Tang He suddenly withdrew an index finger, and with just a slight hook, the "sculpture" frozen next to the person suddenly burst out of red hot blood, splashing on the face of the person holding the knife, like a bucket of red lacquer.

He froze, too, but he didn't have the invisible hidden weapon on him.

The rest of the miscellaneous miscellaneous found that every fingertip of the intruder reached the necks of the five people, the remaining four, and there was an imperceptible glimmer of light, as if several invisible threads were tethered. It is clear that something has been punched into the vessel, and if it is pulled, the skin on the neck will be torn off along with the artery.

No one dared to step forward anymore.

"You ransacked a village last night,...... continued, the slight trembling of your fingers was terrifying, "you killed people, robbed money, and kidnapped girls." ”

No one dared to speak. In front of this calm narrative, even the hardest blade will droop.

"So you took over the task of the imperial court......"

"No, I'm looking for someone." Tang He interrupted the man bluntly, "There is a girl, nine years old, with loose hair. She should be the youngest of the people you take with you. ”

Several people looked at each other, but no one answered him.

He hooked his middle finger, and another bright red blood band erupted. A short scream was followed by a bloody silence.

The leader was on fire, and the horizontal flesh on his face twitched, and he pulled out his knife and raised it to give the order to die. A large group of outlaws can't deal with an uninvited wanderer? Then a few bold men raised their weapons again and took trembling steps. The familiar scene played out again, and after a slight sting, several bandits were motionless as if they had been pointed. After all, with a slight movement, there are more than two people lying on the ground.

"Where is she?"

"Brother, you're not righteous." A middle-aged man with only one eye said.

"Don't call anyone a brother."

Tang He raised his other hand slightly, and the five of them were led forward like puppets. With each step, the shiver became more pronounced.

He added: "I don't have a lot of patience, but I have a lot of time. ”

There was a shrill shudder, laughing, and pointing in the direction outside the door.

"There's a firewood house next door......"

"Oh."

Tang He answered, and suddenly clasped his hands and staggered closer, his arms folded in front of his chest.

Blood splattered on the ground, stretching out a long red carpet in the direction of the doorway, leading to the pale skylight.

On the other side, it was rainy.

Tang Huailan gritted his teeth, and his drugged back was exposed to the air, as cold as a piece of ice. She lay on her stomach on the couch, her arms outstretched and examining her crossbow. There was a piece of iron in it that was rusty, and it couldn't be used, and the range of the arrow was greatly reduced.

"Don't fix it, go find them and get a new one."

Tang Tianlan wiped the blood on his back with gauze and lit the candle on the table. Although it was daytime, it was raining outside and it was dark inside. He felt that the clothes he had just taken back were still damp, and he couldn't put them on directly after he had just wrapped the wound.

"I'm used to it." Huailan said.

"It's too hard for you to use weapons."

Dumpling threw her a knife, and she raised her hand to catch it, scraping off the wood chips rubbed from the crossbow with the tip of the knife. She fiddled, but didn't continue to speak.

"Someday I'm going to get out of here."

"The Tang family's house rules are a bit strict."

Dumpling smiled bitterly, and his back was still painful after being pumped by the thorns. Even if the mission fails, the rules can't make people break their muscles, and then they can't hold a knife. These skin injuries are horrific and stinging, and they are a good warning.

"House rules?"

Huailan lifted his crossbow and closed his left eye, aiming at a fly perched on the wall in front of him. I don't know where the insects come from in this ghostly weather, maybe the smell of blood in this area is too strong. It's a little warmer, it's not too cold than the snowy places, and there's a lot of living things moving.

"Aren't we outsiders?"

Huai Lan continued to taunt and put down the crossbow. The fly probably didn't know that he had escaped just now. Tilting glanced at her and opened her mouth to try to say something. But he kept his mouth shut, and turned his head to look at the still black dot on the white wall. It resembles a mole on the face of a fair-skinned and beautiful woman, not ugly, but not a finishing touch.

Look superfluous.

Tilting Lan pulled out the barrier knife, his eyebrows and eyes were reflected on the blade, and the cold light folded on his face.

"Huailan, I think ......," he thrust back the knife, "I don't think they will let you go, no matter how much money it is." ”

"I know, you said that. They can always squeeze infinite value out of the living. ”

Dumpling knew that Huailan had not put all his hopes on a meaningless number. That money should be used to plug someone's mouth, and it should not be handed over to the Tang family. In fact, they had no connection with the direct line of the Tang Sect, but were just two side disciples of one of the hall masters, Tang Yusheng.

In other words, two lackeys. The rest of the Tang family can't summon them, even if Zuo Jimen can't do anything about them.

"Heh, what do you think the old man thinks of us?"

Huai Lan suddenly laughed, and she didn't know what she was alluding to. After a moment's thought, he replied:

"There is still the grace of nurturing."

"Not really. It also depends on the owner to beat the dog. ”

As she spoke, she suddenly rolled over and sat up, the wound on her back still aching. It's just that her face is expressionless, as if she hasn't been hurt. She paused, the corners of her eyes jumping slightly.

"Think about it—" she continued, "think of that barrier knife. Don't forget how we got it. What about when you get it? I don't see the respect I deserve, no. They even doubt the rules themselves because of it — the rules of that. ”

"It was supposed to be yours." Tilting handed her the knife, "You shouldn't let me." ”

"I'm too hard with a weapon."

She took the knife and said lightly.

This is a beautiful knife, finer in workmanship than Tang He's, after all, it is much later, and the craftsmanship has been slightly improved. However, the pattern of the scabbard is still the same, it is a symbol of some kind of honor. Only the best disciples of the same period can get it. They draw lots to different groups, first playing in pairs and then against their teammates, leaving no mercy unturned. Maybe it's lucky, that wave of disciples are all three-legged cat kung fu. In the final ring, only the two of them stand.

The disciples in the audience have basically dispersed. Nobody cares about them.

Despite this, the judges still frowned and watched, not allowing the slightest negligence. They knew that these two were partners, and they didn't allow their subordinates to show mercy, and they couldn't even say a word. Tilting knew that she wanted the knife, wanted to prove something, and still let her go everywhere. But who would have thought that Huailan would not actively respond to the battle, the bells and whistles of the two were weak, and several hall masters and commentators hung their faces, and showed Tang Yusheng the stinky face with the word opinion written on it.

He knew them, so he naturally knew what the two of them were thinking.

"Are you going to fight until dark?"

Huai Lan glanced at him sideways and responded, "If he uses some strength to deal with me, I will use some strength to deal with him." I thought everyone understood the truth that the killing field was ruthless and the sword had no eyes, but now it seems that he doesn't understand it, and it's not worth my effort. ”

"Don't you think that Tilt looks down on you?"

"Who looks down on whom?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Tilt suddenly swung her chain and knocked her weapon away. He suddenly became serious, and Huailan's eyes showed a little incredulity. The partner suddenly pressed forward step by step, and it was naturally difficult to parry with her bare hands.

There are still solutions. The hidden weapon in the cuff was enough to blind him, but of course he knew what he was thinking, and there was no need. He could even anticipate the direction of his secret weapon, and he could resist it in the same way. The battle between them is meaningless, everyone can clearly predict the next step, everyone can see the other party's moves, and everyone can guess what the other person thinks.

In this sense, it is indeed a waste of time. But Huailan admitted that he didn't know him well enough, and he didn't know why he suddenly played such a game after most of the time. The two were naturally evenly matched, so when she lost her weapon, she knew she had lost.

But no matter what, she was able to get her hands on the knife eventually.

Afterwards, the two were naturally reprimanded by Tang Yusheng fiercely, and they were also beaten on the board. After going back, Tang Tinglan handed her the knife with a smile, but she didn't even look at it.

"It's not open."

"Isn't it bright enough, not just big enough?" He asked rhetorically, "Those direct disciples are just like that. ”

"Because they're just here to live, and we're here to survive."

Dumpling was speechless.

To this day, he can still recall that in the same gloomy sky, Huailan's cold brows revealed a sorrow similar to that on his lips.

The sorrow of survival, the sorrow of death.

She is no longer satisfied with living, but that doesn't mean she's going to die. She wants a kind of autonomy, a kind of control over her own life and death, not being bound, suppressed, and humiliated by some other rule that overrides it.

It is a blessing from heaven to be able to live. The life he was living now wasn't what he wanted, but since he didn't know what he really wanted, he didn't have any more ideas. Huailan is different, although she doesn't know what she wants, she knows that "this" is definitely not what she wants.

So, he tried to give her everything she wanted.