"Me?" The man smiled, got up and turned around, spreading his palms with a look of peace of mind, "Dark guard." ”

Wu You Gubo's eyes were half clouded and half clear, and he denied: "Your Excellency is by no means a secret guard. ”

"Tsk, you've found out. It's boring! The man touched his bare cheek and said in disappointment.

The old man sighed slightly, "Are you here to take my life?" ”

"You didn't deserve to die, but now you have to die." The man's outstretched left palm rubbed and closed one after another, and he walked leisurely towards the old monk who was meditating.

Wuyou looked up at the man and sighed: "Young man fearless, Your Excellency broke into the mansion of Jingzhao Shaoyin alone, just to take the life of the old man, but it is really painstaking. ”

"This is providence."

"Master, are you tactfully begging me for mercy?" A cruel smile crossed the young man's face, and the raised palm was ready to go.

Feeling the young man's murderous aura approaching layer by layer, Wuyou spread out his thin palm and stretched out in front of the man.

There was a look of strangeness on the man's face, and he stared at the twisted Buddha string in the old monk's hand and breathed slightly.

The Buddha string was not very valuable, and even a few beads had been slightly broken.

"This thing has been with the poor monk for decades, if you don't dislike it, take it."

"I'm going to take your life, and you gave me this thing to bribe me? What a strange monk! The man was unmoved, disdainful.

Wuyou smiled faintly, as if he hadn't smiled so easily in a long time.

"Seeing each other tonight is both providence and fate."

"This token is counted as a gift from the poor monk to you."

"I accept this gift!" As soon as the words fell, the young man raised his palm and slashed towards Wuyou's face.

The air gradually condensed, and even the person who shot it held his breath.

And Wuyou just closed his eyes lightly and was unmoved.

In an instant, an old man in a robe fell to the side, slamming into the bed with a muffled sound.

For a long time, there was no movement.

Even when he left, he was so peaceful and calm.

The man picked up the Buddha string that had fallen to the ground, held it up and looked at it lightly.

Eighteen strings are loosely placed next to each other, and a few of them even have a deep and even marking.

It's a few small words.

After chewing the words on his lips, he laughed mockingly.

"The old monk thought about preaching before he died, and he was really stubborn."

He turned his back to the bed, raised his right hand and waved it lightly.

"I don't see you, abbot."

Walking to the door, when he was about to open the door, he turned back inexplicably.

A correction flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth muttered softly: "Rest in peace." ”

"Hey, this old guy has a really hard mouth! After asking for a long time, he didn't ask anything, so Lord Ben had to ask...... "He exaggerated as he opened the door, and he was not stunned until he saw the scene outside the house.

Staring at the guards lying on the ground in front of him, as well as the two of them, he added with hindsight: "...... Go home. ”

Xue Shuang moved slightly to block in front of Ying Zhichu, stared at the man and asked, "What happened to Abbot Wuyou?" ”

"You can go in and see for yourself." The man's good-looking eyebrows showed kindness, and he also thoughtfully vacated a space.

"Who are you!" Ying Zhichu asked.

The man bypassed Xue Shuang and looked at the woman who asked the question, the coldness at the corner of his mouth turned into softness, and he seemed to smile and said, "What do you say, I'm not shocked!" ”

"Phew! Surprise you big-headed ghost! He just had a fight with his mother, how could he come here with a slap in the face! After Xue Shuang finished, he waved at the man with his internal strength.

The man smiled and dodged, and wanted to sneak away.

"Little sister, I don't want to play with you tonight."

"Give it to me!" Xue Shuang's left hand was raised, and dozens of serpentine darts flew towards the man in advance.

After forcing him to take a few steps back, Xue Shuang got up and kicked at him with his legs.

"Stay!"

"That's how you Eagle Guards are wasting hidden weapons in fights, tsk." Looking at the hidden weapon that struck the air and fell to the ground in embarrassment, the man shook his head regretfully.

It's just to block his way, but it's really a direct and subtle girl.

Xue's eyebrows and eyes are cold, and she makes quick moves without leaving room for error.

The man who wanted to deal with the situation gradually fell behind.

Ying Zhichu took advantage of the two of them to fight each other and slipped into the house.

"Abbot!" She shook the abbot and reached for his snort.

…… Is it dead?

The whole person sat on the ground stupidly, and it was not until the sleeve of her shirt was slightly pulled that she suddenly looked up.

"Abbot!"

Stretched out his hand to help the old monk up, but saw that the old monk just shook his head hard.

Dry lips trembled,

"Heaven and earth are the roots, all things are false, and truth and falsehood are easy to discern."

"Abbot?" Ying Zhichu looked at the old man who gently closed his eyes and called softly.

Again, no response.

The house was silent.

"Little sister, spare your life!"

There was a high cry outside, and Ying Zhixin hurriedly chased out if he didn't feel good.

Sure enough, I saw the man flying around the house, and Xue Shuang was also in hot pursuit.

From time to time, he shouted twice, alarming the guards in the palace.

Ying Zhichu frowned and watched the battle and was about to join, but he was also intercepted by the sudden guards.

"Who dares to go wild here!" A silver-white sword swept across the girl's neck.

The coolness came with the sound of the wind, and she gritted her teeth and bent to dodge, but ignored the other person behind her who wanted to sneak attack.

The guard slipped up behind her and slammed his palm at her.

Ying Zhichu turned pale and gritted his teeth in pain.

In an instant, four or five guards surrounded the woman.

"Caught alive?" They looked at each other and said.

"Lord Wei is getting up, this thief must stay alive."

After speaking, four or five people beckoned her.

She could only move with her footwork, delaying for a moment.

The man had just landed on a roof tile and was about to beckon Xue Shuang to tease her.

Later, he felt the battle situation in the courtyard, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly cold, and when he hesitated in his heart, his body had already flown out.

"Girl!" Seeing that the man had changed his target, Xue Shuang said urgently, and he was also chasing after him.

Ying Zhichu was about to be unable to resist, and when he fell into the hands of others, the man kicked everyone to the ground with a sweep of his legs.

Without saying a word, he picked up the woman and flew towards the black mist.

"This mermaid, the master accepted it!"

"You dare!" After the snow pair landed, he didn't look at the whining rice buckets on the ground, so he wanted to chase after him again.

I didn't take two steps, but I was attracted by a sharp roar that could only be shouted by slapping my thigh: "Who killed the abbot!" Which chop is dry! Labor and capital have killed him! ”

"Who's the girl?! Don't you dare to show your face! Wei Fudu yelled behind her.

In an instant, another group of guards surrounded the woman.

Xueshuang looked at the direction of the man's departure, and could only frown and grit his teeth.

She turned sharply and glanced at everyone with a bad face.

With a light step, he stared at Wei Fudu's displeased gaze, and said coldly: "Eagle Guard!" ”

Wei Fudu laughed angrily, looked to the side, and after confirming that there was no Eagle Guard, he said: "The girl doesn't make a draft when she lies, the Eagle Guard is all men, how can there be any women!" Except for the ...... next to the Queen Mother"

"Huh?!" Xue Shuang asked coldly.

Wei Fudu looked back in shock, and said in a daze: "Could it be that you are ......"

……

The man took Ying Zhichu and hid in a small house.

I don't know if he rented it, or if he accompanied him as a thief tonight and entered someone else's house.

"I really can't beat that woman." The man leaned against the wall, the pain in his back deliberately ignored.

"Where are you hurt, can I see it?" He muttered.

Without waiting for a squeak, he looked back at the woman.

An innocent slap was thrown neatly.

Smack-

The young man Qingjun did not leave a single slap mark on his face.

There were a few more handfuls of broken hair on his forehead, and even the disfigured skin fell off slightly.

"You dare to hit me?" The cold tone gradually emerged with murderous intent.

Ying Zhichu looked at him quietly, and there was no fear in his squinted eyes.

It's full of disgust.