"Don't, don't kill me, don't kill me......"

The disciple of the Iron Sword Sect lay on the ground, watching as the sharp claws of a black panther slashed through his throat.

Blood splattered on the ground, and the corpse still twitched.

The panther bit the corpse's ankle and dragged a long trail of blood across the snow-covered wilderness.

In the woods outside the manor, sixty-six corpses lay on the ground, and with the corpses dragged by the panther, they were finally complete.

Neat.

Zhang Daoxu's female disciple Zhang Qingfang, a young woman with a delicate face, popped out a few sparks from her fingertips and landed on the corpse.

Sixty or seventy corpses were shrouded in blue flames, and in the blink of an eye, they were burned clean.

It won't be until tomorrow for the snow powder to cover up all traces, as if these sixty-seven people had never existed in this world.

Ye Xiangxi strode forward and said, "Childe, the scattered weapons and traces of the fight have been cleaned up." ”

Ye Changsheng nodded, his deep eyes looked in the direction of the Red Leaf Station.

Yan Da is in charge, I hope you don't let me down.

......

The fight at Momiji Station is over, and the snow on the periphery is littered with extinguished torches and kerosene that have not had time to be lit.

There were also seven or eight corpses of men in black, and two corpses of soldiers of the river yamen.

The 300 officers and men surrounded the post station, and the officers led by them could not help but be shocked when they looked at the big pits on the ground.

He is not a rookie, and from these big pits are the traces of the coiling dragon stick of the warrior monks of Tangmen Temple.

These guys who tried to set the fire were really unlucky, and they chose to set the fire while the monk was there.

Or, the white-haired immortal had known that someone was going to set fire tonight, so he asked the warrior monk to help guard here?

A housekeeper of the post station stepped forward, bowed and saluted, "My lord, someone tried to set it on fire, but fortunately, the warrior monks of Tangmen Temple passed by and stopped them. Now hand over the offender to the adults. ”

Wang Mingyi, the leader of the president of the Nancheng Public Security Army, nodded without anger and self-authority: "This matter, this official will investigate thoroughly!"

A team of officers and soldiers stepped forward and took over the four black-clothed men who were captured from the hands of the Ye family warriors.

The facts of the case are clear at a glance, there is nothing to say, the trouble is that two soldiers died, and the nature of the arson case changed.

The officers and men of the brigade surveyed the scene, collected the corpses, escorted the prisoners, and left the post station in a mighty manner.

In the woods outside the southern city, Wang Mingyi gave an order, and the chests of the four captives were pierced by long swords and fell in pools of blood.

Wang Mingyi muttered: "Yan Da is in charge, Wang's net worth and life depend on you!"

......

In the North City, the back house of a jewelry store, a crossbow bolt flew from the night and nailed to the door.

In the dark room, an energetic girl entangles a fat and frail middle-aged man, like a beautiful snake entwining its prey.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, and with a flick of her fingertips, the colorless powder fell from her nails and landed between the middle-aged man's snorts.

She stretched lazily, covered the spring light on her chest with her hands, and walked out in her underwear as thin as cicada wings.

Opening the door, pulling out the crossbow arrow, after reading the small note on the crossbow arrow, the girl frowned slightly, and then smiled happily.

"Ye Changsheng, you don't see it at all. The girl muttered, took out a piccolo, and played it softly.

In the empty courtyard, several vague figures appeared, like ghosts, swirling with black smoke.

The girl said coldly: "At dawn, the conventional means are to erase the Iron Dragon Mercenary Group." ”

The flickering black shadow shook a few times and disappeared in an instant.

The girl yawned, returned to the warm fragrant bed, continued to wrap around the fat middle-aged man's body, and fell asleep sweetly.

......

Outside the West City, three carriages from the Alchemist Guild slowly drove into the city gate, and the soldiers who opened the city gate waited for the carriage to go away before they let out a few complaints.

There is no way, whether it is the Alchemist Guild or the Alchemist Guild, they are all privileged, no matter at any time, as long as it is their people and their cars, they can be released without being checked.

In the warm carriage, Zhang Daoxu looked at Ye Changsheng, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, and couldn't help asking, "Childe, how did Liu Da'an die?"

In order to protect Ye Changsheng, Zhang Daoxu always followed Ye Changsheng, and also saw Ye Changsheng's sword that killed Liu Da'an in seconds.

Liu Da'an is the deputy master of the Iron Sword Gate, a master of the True Martial Realm, and a master of making swords.

But such a master, but Ye Changsheng was pierced through the throat with a single shot, how could Zhang Daoxu not be shocked?

Ye Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, and in his deep eyes, two black whirlpools swirled.

Zhang Daoxu couldn't help but be in a trance, suddenly woke up, and said in horror: "Amazing!"

Although he was defenseless against Ye Changsheng, with his cultivation, he still hit the move, which showed how strong Ye Changsheng's soul attack was.

Zhang Daoxu sighed in his heart, he was worthy of being the heir of the divine refining bloodline, even if he was not a swordsmith, he was definitely a genius in cultivation!

What comforted him was that Ye Changsheng obviously still regarded himself as a swordsmith and had not forgotten his original intention.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so meticulous in his actions tonight, and he wouldn't have erased all traces.

Chirp, chirp!

The little dragon eagle lying at Ye Changsheng's feet suddenly raised his head and chirped a few times.

Ye Changsheng lifted the curtains, looked at the Tianbao Pavilion standing in the night, and casually threw a package towards the door.

Xiaolongying's induction will not be wrong, the real culprit who intercepted and killed the Ye family's fleet, and there are still people hiding in the Tianbao Pavilion.

It wasn't until the carriage was far away that the two warriors in front of the Tianbao Pavilion stepped forward quickly and picked up the package.

In a small building in the back garden, the lights were on, Yan Ruyi was wearing a wide pajamas, her face was pale, and the anger in her eyes could not be concealed, and there was a trace of panic.

On the tea table in the front, there is a frozen human head, Liu Da'an's head!

There was a knock on the door, and a maid walked in quickly and said in a low voice: "Master, the Red Leaf Post Station has lost its hand, and Ye Changsheng has invited the warrior monks of Tangmen Temple." ”

Karamonji monks?

Yan Ruyi's heart shook slightly, and he said lightly: "Wang Mingyi cleaned up the mess?"

The maid nodded: "The four living mouths were destroyed, and the corpses of the two river yamen soldiers were also repaired, and they died under the sword of the Ye family's warriors." ”

Yan Ruyi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and her face softened.

She had expected that the fire at the Red Leaf Post Station would not be easy to burn, so she deliberately asked Wang Mingyi, the president of the Nancheng Security Army, to stay not far away, just to clean up the mess.

In any case, the Iron Dragon Mercenary Group still has to be saved, and if it can plant a handful of the Ye family by the way and muddy the water, it is also a good choice.

There was another knock outside the door, and a black-clothed warrior walked in wrapped in a chill, and said in a trembling voice: "The big boss, all the people of the Iron Sword Gate are dead, and the entire Xishan Manor is clean, not only the corpse is gone, but even the traces of the fight have been erased!"