"Ever heard of fishing?" Nanqiang poked his chest: "I'm a fish, you're a turtle, I'm not the only one who has the old embryo of King Yu." ”

Huaiqing's smile stiffened, and the sleeves of his robes swayed in the wind.

At night, the white moonlight was as silver as frost, and the fragrance of flowers was bursting at night, and Nanqiang was holding a pot of wine and a short sword in his hand.

The inn is located in the middle of the busy street, the back of the inn is twisted and dark, and the barking of dogs and cats is undulating from time to time.

After midnight, the long alley behind gradually quieted down.

"I thought I had a big ability, so I made the master stay all night."

Nanqiang loosened his muscles and bones, and before he got up, the barking of the dog in the back alley was weak.

Nanqiang stood on the roof and looked down, and a group of black people searched around the alley.

Nanqiang stood on tiptoe and didn't catch up, and the people in the back alley stopped in order, took out their long swords and looked at Nanqiang.

Nanqiang suddenly knew that the situation was not good, turned around and wanted to escape, the leading man in the back alley jumped onto the eaves, his steps were like dragonflies dotting water, and he grabbed Nanqiang's shoulder in less than a moment, and Nanqiang couldn't move.

The night breeze was slightly cool, Nanqiang's back was cold, and he didn't need to look up to feel the murderous aura of the person in his back.

"I can't imagine that you Baiteng Pavilion still has some means." Nanqiang joked.

The man frowned, his voice was hoarse like rusty iron scraping on the ground, and his voice was harsh, cold and deep: "Tell me quickly, what do you have to do with Baiteng Pavilion?!" ”

The lantern on the roof swayed in the wind, making a sound, and the man sent Nanqiang's shoulder, Nanqiang stood up straight, looked up, and saw a dark shirt, a broad chest, and Nanqiang slightly raised his head.

He was eight feet tall, with a thin face, slightly bulging cheeks, chapped lips, a stubble on his face, and his eyes under his sword eyebrows were like eagle eyes hunting, sharp and sharp.

Nan Qiang's gaze fell on the shocking scar on the back of his hand.

Nanqiang loosened his shoulders, and the people under the eaves stood in the dark, and when he looked at it from a distance, there were about twelve people.

Look at the dress of the person in front of you, the underwear is crimson, and the robe is dark. The pattern of the dark iron long sword in his hand is complicated, and he is quite exquisite.

Those who are blind in the dark can search wantonly at the feet of the Son of Heaven, except for the government and city patrols, who else has the courage.

Nanqiang looked at this outfit, and he didn't look like a city patrolman, and Nanqiang's eyes rolled.

Nan Qiang's brows relaxed, and he turned his back to the man: "Someone gave Bai Teng Pavilion a hundred taels of gold and wanted my life." If you really want me to say the joy of Baiteng Pavilion, it is your mortal enemy. ”

The man's eagle eyes looked at Nanqiang fiercely, and he jumped off the eaves without saying a word for a moment.

"My lord, that little person just now felt suspicious, my lord, do you really want to arrest it and review it well."

"He has the rouge smell of Baiteng Pavilion like snow, and he is the person who assassinated King Yu on the street in the secret report. Those who are dying don't have to pay attention. ”

Nanqiang stood on the top of the eaves and watched people jump around at the intersection.

Huaiqing didn't know when he went up to the roof, and suddenly said behind Nanqiang: "That's someone from the Secret Spy Division." ”

Nanqiang turned his head in a panic, Huaiqing stood with his hands in his hands, I don't know if it was Huaiqing's solemn face, or because of this tone, Nanqiang felt that Huaiqing's Taoist robe actually set off a bit of fairy bones.

His eyes kept staring at the dim back alley under the moonlight, and his eyes gradually became cloudy.

"The Secret Agent?"

"Meow woo ......" Nan Qiang followed the sound and looked at it, a black cat jumped out of nowhere, a pair of eyes glowing and rolling at night, and then lay lazily on the top of the eaves.

Huaiqing looked at the position where the black cat was lying, his face changed, he swept away the yin owl just now, and said with an exaggerated face: "Tut-tut, since ancient times, cats have made trouble, the position where this cat is lying is above your house, this is a great omen!" ”

Nanqiang was impatient, and before he could put himself on Huaiqing's shoulder, he heard a small whimper screaming not far away.

Nanqiang's hand stopped in mid-air and froze, followed by a dull moan, and the sound of hurried steps entered his ears with the wind.

For a moment, the night was calm, and the calm was chilling.

Huaiqing is cautious, his body does not move, and he runs at any time when he sees the situation.

Nanqiang thought about it, and the group of people came to mind, Nanqiang pulled out the short sword in his hand, got up and ran towards the night.

When Huaiqing came back to his senses, Nanqiang didn't know when he had gone away, and Huaiqing stood in place, remembering that his face was blue and red for a while.

I was counting the days of lying in the coffin, and I was still in a hurry to rush to the reincarnation of Lord Yama.

Huai Qingqi trembled, and scolded Nanqiang angrily: "Don't kill you!" ”

When Nanqiang arrived, a woman dressed in red with a hairpin holding a bloodstone hairpin in her bun was holding a long sword in her hand.

Behind the woman lay the corpses, and a man with a long sword, all the veins in his hands were broken, and the blood on his wrist flowed down the hilt of the sword, touching the pool of blood.

"Where did you come from, do you know whose business you meddled in?"

The red shadow on the eyebrows of the woman in red brought to her ears, and her tone was contemptuous and arrogant.

Huaiqing pulled Lan Nanqiang: "We are just passing by, passing by." ”

Nanqiang shook off his Huaiqing hand, the night wind at the mouth of the alley was sharp and strong, and the half-pulled hair of the woman in red was blown away.

"You just passed by, and the master is here to join in the fun, how about it?"

"Join in the fun? What is there to make up for the bustle of the dead. ”

The woman in red fell, her eyes were cold and murderous.

Huai Qing took a handful of the dying man and waited against the wall.

Huaiqing didn't have anything to worry about in his heart, after all, Nanqiang could save his life under the lame seven, and it was only ......

Before Huaiqing could finish his relief, he saw Nanqiang falling everywhere.

"Stinky Daoist, don't hurry up and help!"

Huaiqing was in a hurry, and suddenly had an idea, groped for a moment on the sunspot man's body, and took out a torch in the sunspot man's chest.

Huaiqing lit the torch, and a dazzling firework bloomed in the dark night sky, and the sound rang out.

The woman in red's face changed, and just wanted to escape, but Nanqiang saw this, but instead of relenting, he dragged the woman in red's shirt and pulled it.

The crisp tearing sound of tulle sounded in the silent alley, Nanqiang grabbed the woman's ankle, pulled hard, and stepped the woman's feet away to sit on the ground.

"Dengzi!" The woman in red scolded angrily.

The woman turned over and clamped Nanqiang, took out a sharp needle in her hand, and just wanted to insert it into Nanqiang's head, Huaiqing took off her shoes and flew away.

Nan Qiang's head was lowered, and the shoe smashed on the woman's face, Nanqiang saw this, pushed the woman, knelt on the woman's waist, picked up the torn tulle, and before the woman's wrist was entangled, the woman turned her head sideways and spit out sharp flakes in her mouth.

Nanqiang turned his head sideways, and sharp flakes flew through Nanqiang's neck.

"If you don't give you a look, you really don't have the strength in my waist."

Nanqiang pressed the woman, took off and turned over, the woman spit out a thin piece of hair and flew over the vertical hairband on Nanqiang's head, and Nanqiang's green silk was scattered.

Nanqiang took off into the air, grabbed the woman, turned over and threw the woman out of the air, took out the short sword at his waist, and stabbed the woman hard in the arm.

The woman screamed, and Nanqiang turned her head and glared at Huaiqing: "Stinky Daoist, don't come over to help!" ”

Huaiqing looked around and snatched the long sword that the man was holding.

Nan Qiang quickly took the long sword thrown by Huaiqing, the long sword turned around in his hand, and he quickly broke the woman's ankle tendons and bones with the hilt of the sword.

He rolled up the gauze and stuffed it into the woman's mouth.