This...... It's really me! Yu Xiaohuan couldn't help but sigh.

She thought that everyone's attention was on the portrait on the wall and the massacre of the killer, and naturally they would not notice that she was such a small Luo Luo talking to herself, but in fact, as soon as she finished saying this, a swordsman wearing a hat next to her slowly turned his head and observed her motionlessly.

But she herself was completely unaware of it, and was still immersed in the similarity of the portraits.

"Why is it so ugly, what does it mean to have a scar on your face?" She lowered her voice and continued to mutter, "Could it be that Miss Xue Qi had a scar on her face before?" ”

She touched her face, and then replied, "How is it possible, if she has a scar on her face, how can my face be spared?" Moreover, if something as bizarre as the scar on her face suddenly disappeared suddenly, how could Senior Sister Yuyi not mention it at all? ”

She turned her head and thought again, it must be because the person who painted the painting had never seen Xue Qi's face, so she guessed the painting.

However, she immediately dismissed the idea. If others speculate wildly, how can this face, eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and hairstyle, except for the scar that comes out of nowhere, be so similar to themselves? Could it be that when the Snow Seven Girl used to walk the rivers and lakes, she couldn't draw special effects makeup?

Yu Xiaohuan was thinking about it all the time, and Luo Le's younger brother finally squeezed in.

Luo Le secretly tugged at Yu Xiaohuan's sleeve and said, "Sister, let's go, it's important to find Xiaoyu." ”

Yu Xiaohuan almost asked: Who is Xiaoyu? Then I remembered that when I had a younger brother, I casually gave someone such a casual name.

"Don't you think," Yu Xiaohuan asked, pointing to the portrait on the wall, "Does this person look a little like me?" ”

She felt that Luo Le must have seen this portrait too, and instead of waiting for him to knock on the side, it was better to raise these obvious questions first, so as to prove his "innocence".

Luo Le thought to himself, I can't say that I don't like to draw myself, right?

However, he faintly felt that it seemed that this excitement was a bit too big, otherwise he would not be in a hurry to ask Yu Xiaohuan to leave.

"Uh...... It's a bit ......."

Before he finished procrastinating, the person next to him who also heard Yu Xiaohuan's question had already compared the portrait with Yu Xiaohuan up and down, and even compared it with his hand, and slashed his palm on Yu Xiaohuan's face in the air, acting as the position of the scar on the portrait. After a gesture, the operator's eyes widened a little.

"Wow, you're really a killer!"

I don't know who screamed out loud, and the onlookers were stunned, and immediately bounced out two steps to avoid the center of danger.

Those people who were frightened by the notorious reputation of the Snow Seven Killers gasped, reacted one after another, and quickly dispersed like birds and beasts, scattered like bees, found a corner that they thought was already safe, and hid to continue watching the excitement.

The rest of the people in the rivers and lakes, either swords or swords, quietly took a step back, pierced a steady lunge, and at the same time used the hand of the weapon to quietly touch the weapon on their body, secretly operating internal power in their bodies, and implementing the internal force on the wrist holding the weapon. Those eyes were like hunting dogs that had seen their prey, nervous, hungry and thirsty, but they were engrossed, staring at Yu Xiaohuan without blinking, as long as Yu Xiaohuan dared to act rashly, they would pounce as soon as possible.

Only the swordsman with the hat on his head still crossed his hands in front of his chest, holding a sword in his arms, stood with his feet side by side, and did not look like he wanted to take a stand in advance.

"This is recognized?" Yu Xiaohuan said.

No matter how heartless she was, she also felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere at the scene, and suddenly felt that her back was cold.

This big summer's ...... It's really a heat relief.

But this passive method of relieving the heat really made her not happy at all.

She secretly glanced at the people in her line of sight, who were completely different in their clothes and weapons, as if they were all waiting for someone to touch the tight string first, obviously not the same passerby. She was a little relieved at this time, at least she would not be surrounded and suppressed by others as dumpling filling.

Luo Le, the liar standing beside her, was as nervous as she was and didn't dare to act rashly, but she had no choice. If it was an adversary lurking around her, it would be the most fatal.

Therefore, Yu Xiaohuan can only wait and see what happens.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move! Yu Xiaohuan secretly set a combat strategy.

She held on with such a mentality, but her heartbeat, which was so nervous when she encountered something, was constantly driven by the highly tense atmosphere around her, and the frequency was so fast that she almost suffocated.

"Why are the flowers so red, why are they so red......"

Just when she was about to break down, somehow, this song was sung on her lips.

However, since it's all sung, let's sing a few more words, anyway, it's been a long, long time since I've had a K song.

Luo Le was driven by her inexplicable singing voice and pulled out of the tense atmosphere. He looked back at her for a long time, not sure if she was really crazy or if she was playing tricks.

Woman, it's really hard to understand!

"Am I singing badly?" Yu Xiaohuan simply pretended to be crazy and stupid, "Why don't you applaud?" ”

The people in the encircled rivers and lakes looked at each other, their faces full of question marks, but no one refused to ask anyone first.

The swordsman with a hat who first noticed that Yu Xiaohuan was similar to the portrait finally moved.

He was still holding the sword with both hands, and he didn't take a step in his steps, but his whole person just moved two steps in front of Yu Xiaohuan, like a ghost, straight and fluttering, and moved over, and everyone who watched was dumbfounded.

The most surprising thing was, of course, Yu Xiaohuan, the legs in her skirt shook a few times without obeying. But, after all, she is also an actor who has played hundreds of roles, and Taishan collapsed in front of her, and her expression couldn't collapse.

So, she took a step forward and applauded, "Wow, are you drifting, it's amazing!" ”

The other swordsmen and swordsmen couldn't hold back any longer, and they all frowned, looking left and right, wanting to discuss the two big issues in a whisper with the people closest to them.

The first one is this swordsman, his martial arts are obviously much higher than them, and it is estimated that they have nothing to do with this famous battle, and they still retreat to eat melons. The second is the killer Xue Qi, rumored, this killer should be a ruthless, cruel and unscrupulous character, this person who looks like a portrait in front of him, why does he look a little stupid and obedient when he speaks, where is the temperament of a killer?

"Don't pretend anymore." The swordsman with the hat spoke, "Killer Xue Qi! ”