"Dah. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info da. Click. Da ......" Si Nian's slow and rhythmic steps gently stepped on the waterlogged bluestone street. The empty road seems to be so lonely.

"Dah. Da ......" Si Nian stopped, but the sound of footsteps still echoed on the empty bluestone street.

Si Nian slowly turned around and looked at the black-robed man behind him who was hidden in the dark night-Asgen.

"It's a ghost." Si Nian stretched out his left index finger, and the index finger poked out the cover formed by the true qi around him, and the rain fell on his index finger. When he withdrew his finger again, a drop of crystal water condensed on his fingertip.

"I need your answer." Asgen's eyes loomed in the darkness of the night.

"Huh!" Asgen's black hat was suddenly lifted.

Asgen's pale face reappeared, and he stared at Si Nian quietly, staring at the fingertips of Si Nian's left hand.

"Haha-hahaha! - Si Nian turned around and smiled at the sky, and walked slowly towards the outside of the Black Mountain Head City.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem! Ahem-" As soon as he took a few steps, Si Nian covered his mouth and coughed violently.

"Ahem! Ha ha! ……！ Haha-" Si Nian laughed and coughed, and the slender figure disappeared into the darkness of the night. Then, a cold voice came to Asgen's ears: "Tell Lin Xian'er that on the night of the full moon, I will definitely go to the appointment." ”

Asgen stood in the rain, staring at Si Nian's last disappearing figure, the strong condensed true qi of his right hand did not shoot out after all, he slowly lowered his raised right hand, and the black true qi dissipated in his fingertips.

He bowed his head and put on his black hat. On the brim of the hat, there is a notch that stands out even in the dark......

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The rain kept falling, and the atmosphere became unusually heavy.

In the dripping of the night, two people hugged each other tightly, and the woman couldn't cry.

Heart-rending cry is easily covered by the storm.

I said that I would live and die together, but you left me to take the first step. You're so cruel that I don't hold a grudge.

Mei Chaofeng had already cried and hoarsed in his throat, and his soaked body was holding Chen Xuanfeng's corpse, and his body kept shaking. She couldn't see Chen Xuanfeng's face, so she could only caress his silhouette with both hands.

"Want revenge?" Under the empty rainy night, Asgen, the black-robed man, reappeared. This time, he appeared in front of two sad people.

Mei Chaofeng turned her head, her long wet hair was on her face, making it impossible to see whether the water droplets on her face were tears or rain, and her crying face was haggard in the rain. She looked towards the black-robed man, and her empty eyes revealed a wave of hatred and resentment. She doesn't care who the person is, she doesn't care if this person will be bad for her, and the rest of her life now has only one obsession.

"As long as I can kill him, I'm willing to give everything!" Mei Chaofeng roared in a low voice.

"I don't want everything from you, I just want your soul ......" Asgen gently approached Mei Chaofeng's side, and his right hand, hidden in his sleeve robe, slowly stretched out towards her head.

Just as she was about to touch Mei Chaofeng's head, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed Asgen's wrist and said, "My soul can be given to you, but remember your promise!" ”

"I, Asgen, swear in the name of shamanism that I will fulfill your last wish." Asgen was not in a hurry, and softly uttered his oath. At the same time, his body exuded a trace of strange aura.

Although Mei Chaofeng was blind, he could feel the strange aura in front of him. After more than ten years in the Mongolian desert, she had seen such an aura, which was exclusive to shamanic shamans.

Shamanic shamans are proud to worship shamanism throughout their lives, and they will never break their shamanic vows.

Mei Chaofeng lowered her head, put her face on Chen Xuanfeng's face, and slowly released the five fingers that grabbed Asgen's wrist......

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Under the heavy rain at night, there is not only the hustle and bustle of nature, but also the chase between people.

"Smack! Syllable! Smack! ......" The sound of treading water quickly sounded on a certain street in this rainstorm. Groups of Mongolian soldiers dressed in cloth with spears and broadswords in their hands chased after each other in the bluestone streets.

"You spy, don't you just catch it?" A agile figure swept through the night rain, but suddenly stopped hurrying. She glanced at the luxurious man in front of her with an oil-paper umbrella and a brocade mink coat, and with a turn of her feet, the entire slender figure wrapped in black cloth galloped to the other side.

"It's a tough little to catch." In the dark night behind the man in brocade and ermine, a man in green clothes with an umbrella slowly walked out, he looked up at the figure that was running away quickly, and a wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth. ……

"Girl, please hand over your things, maybe our prince will spare your life." A group of men and horses stood in front of the masked woman, and the burly man led by him was like a city wall, leaving the masked woman with no way forward.

The masked woman frowned slightly, turned sideways, but saw two figures holding oil-paper umbrellas, from far and near.

She had no way to escape, she stared at the man in Tsing Yi and the man in brocade, and touched her waist with her right hand, "Smack!" A soft sword was pulled out of his waist, and the blade of the sword flashed in the rain.

"Good sword!" The corners of the man's mouth raised and he couldn't help but praise it.

However, the masked woman didn't want to listen to his praise, and as soon as her eyebrows froze, the real person was like a rabbit, and suddenly kicked up and went straight to the man in brocade. The masked woman was soaking wet, and the long hair tied back behind her head moved with her body, and a string of water droplets suddenly attacked the two of them like a hidden weapon.

When the man in brocade saw that he was actually shooting at him, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Quing a spy who is not in the middle of martial arts, and still trying to die and struggle?" The brocade-clothed man laughed, but ignored the flying string of water droplets and swords.

Of course, as the first prince of King Hesar, he was just a string of water droplets and swords shot by this unskilled spy, so why did he have to hide, and why did he have to pick it up with his own hands?

With a wave of his long sleeves, the figure of the man in green clothes was already in front of the prince. "Bang!" He threw away the umbrella, and with a flick of the index finger of his right hand holding the umbrella, the masked woman felt the dark energy coming from the blade of the sword numb her mouth, and then she could no longer bear the dark energy coming from her hand. The soft sword fell, and her people were also blown away.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, the five fingers of his left hand were spread out, and a few drops of water condensed in an instant, converging into a larger drop of water lying in the palm of the man in Tsing Yi.

"I'd like to see if your bold spy has the capital to let me let you go." The prince walked around the man in green clothes with great interest and walked slowly towards the masked woman.

The masked woman stared at the figure of the prince approaching, and her eyes gradually revealed fear......