"Giggles, Murong Gongzi is really confident......"

The Qinglou woman didn't care about this either, and laughed coquettishly.

In the prosperous era, the confidence and pride of the people in the world for Daqin has really reached the extreme point of the past and present, even if it is a woman in a green building, a pawn and a pulp seller on the street, they all believe in their own country, believe that this matter is just an accident, and believe that what awaits those murderers must be the thunderous anger of Daqin.

Then this woman also knows that the young man in front of her is the thirteenth son of the Murong family in the city, although he is also Murong, he is not as famous as the famous fist and palm in the rivers and lakes, and the Murong family can not be underestimated in the city of Fufeng County, this person must come out with a guard to protect his safety.

I don't know if it was because she thought that there was a master of at least eight grades of martial arts hidden aside, a strange excitement appeared in the woman's heart, she turned over and jumped on the young man, put her arms around the neck of the family in front of her, and stepped forward.

Although the clothes on his body are thick, they can't hide the flesh that is just in his youth, graceful and attractive.

The young man's heart fluttered when he saw this, since a few days ago, he was startled by the Fufeng library guard under the Fengzi Building, and his heart has long been unhappy during this time, and his friends have gradually become estranged, and there is no shortage of people in the family.

As for the guard who eats inside and outside, because of a quarrel with his father, he has been transferred away, and he has been transferred to protect his tenth brother, and he came out today, just to find a stimulus to vent one or two, seeing this, naturally the person who came did not refuse, and the air of fat powder was in his nose, although it was night at this time, there was a desire rising in his heart, and his palms were gradually dishonest.

While he was holding the woman and tasting his lips, someone passed by on the road, and the wind lifted the navy blue silk that sheltered the carriage window, and between the ups and downs, he saw a figure slowly walking past, and saw the young man look at him expressionlessly.

At this time, it was already night, and he could see the bloodshot in his pupils clearly, as if he had poured a basin of cold water on his head, and his whole body was cold in an instant, and the originally rising desire disappeared directly.

When the woman was in love, she found that the young man did not react at all, and when she was curious, she heard the footsteps suddenly rise up next to her like a ghost, and her heart burst out, and then she found that the palm of the hand behind the young man had been wet with cold sweat and was quite viscous.

The steady footsteps faded away, but it never seemed to be far away.

The woman in the Qinglou had to practice the ability to observe words and feelings, and she had already deduced a slight error from this abnormal situation and the slightly trembling body of the young man in front of her.

In his mind, Fu remembered today's tragedy, and thought of the three generations of extermination, his face was all cut into pieces, and a sense of horror involuntarily emerged.

Murong Tong swallowed his saliva, his heart beating wildly, and the woman in the Qinglou bowed his head and lay here, as if he could hide himself in this way.

The footsteps faded away, and thoughts flew through his mind.

Who is this man, why did he suddenly appear, and where was he just now?

At this moment, I suddenly remembered what my driver had said when I came.

"Childe, it's time for our car to be repaired, and it's quite difficult for the horses to pull today."

Damn it! He actually hid under the carriage.

The young man almost screamed at the thought of this, but his face became more and more pale.

Step by step, the sound echoed over the empty streets, fell into the ears, and fell into the heart, like soaking in the snow of winter, and the indescribable chill penetrated the soul.

The sound of footsteps faded away.

The inside and outside of the carriage seem to become two worlds.

The inhalation is very light, but the exhalation becomes rapid and heavy due to fear.

The sound of the heart beating faster and more clearly, like a war drum.

The footsteps grew farther away.

one-step

Two steps,

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The voice of the heart gradually calmed down.

Both of them felt a sense of absurdity and immortality, as well as a slight relaxation. Murong raised his head and said forcefully:

"Just pedestrians, look at the ...... you're afraid of"

There is an autumn wind blowing the leaves, and the sound of bleakness sounds.

The cool breeze blew across Murong Tong's cheeks, and the young man's eyes widened.

The silk cloth had been lifted at some point, and a face looked at him quietly.

There were more than a dozen cuts on the face, like an evil ghost, seeing that he noticed that there was there, he grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, the whites of his eyes were extremely white, and the pupils were extremely black and huge, turning slightly, without speaking, but there was a sense of madness and depression.

The boy's body stiffened.

At this moment, he was extremely scared, but for some reason, he couldn't speak at all.

"Ah, the slave family is just a weak woman, how can she be compared to the son......"

The woman in her arms turned her back to the face, but she couldn't see it, she relaxed at this time, and she didn't care about smiling, but in Murong Tong's eyes, she saw that the palm of the hand was wrapped in the coldness of the autumn night, slowly reaching in from that window, her five fingers opened slightly, looking at the blackened blood stains on her fingertips, and gradually occupied her entire field of vision.

Very slowly, little by little, he scratched at his face.

But I could still hear the delicate voice in my ears, and there was a sweet breath on my cheeks.

Living color.

Demons ask for their lives.

The sound of laughter is in my ears.

But he only felt dead silence.

The young man opened his mouth, his eyes showed despair, the woman didn't know it, she stepped forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, soft as jade, Murong Tong's eyes blinked slightly, and he couldn't contain two lines of turbid tears when he lay down.

The finger opened slightly, almost touching his face.

Little by little............

Qing Yue's sword roar suddenly erupted.

The sharp sword qi swept over, and a wooden sword used the technique of a phoenix nod, pointing out three points of cold light, and at the same time falling towards his acupoint, there was a thunderous roar, which tore apart the dead and oppressive atmosphere extremely rudely, and a slight look of surprise appeared on the disfigured face, and the body was like a phantom, and retreated sharply.

An unpretentious wooden sword slashed through in the next moment.

There was thunder entangled on it, illuminating the night and the blue-shirted boy with a sword.

This was Murong Tong's most fearful and resentful face during this time, but it looked so amiable and respectable at this time, it almost made him cry.

Wang Anfeng fell to the ground with his sword, his right hand clasped the sword in front of him, and his left hand carried the internal force of the golden bell jar, and slapped his palm on the carriage.

The horse made a mournful cry when it ate at this strength, attracting the coachmen and stall owners who were eating at the stalls not far away.

The coachman made a noise, stood up, and saw the two facing each other, and saw the man with a long and narrow knife in one hand and a terrifying temperament, his heart trembled, and he already knew in his mind that he was afraid that he would not win the jackpot today.

I was anxious and wanted to run over to see my young master's situation, but at this time, my whole body didn't listen to my own call, I didn't dare to go over, and I didn't dare to run away, so I had to stand still with a bitter face.

And at the carriage, the Danfeng Valley warrior who lifted the disguise on his face looked at the young man in front of him, stretched out his blood-red tongue and licked his lower lips, grinned, and more than a dozen scarred wounds on his face were twisted and entangled like black centipedes, and whispered in satisfaction:

"It turned out to be you, Fufeng King Shaoxia."

"I was going to look for you."

He was discovered by Wang Anfeng that day, although he was deceived, but he was cautious by nature, and later collected intelligence, naturally knew the identity of the young man that day, and knew that he must have been discovered by him, not only by him, but also by him teased.

Tease...... Oh, teasing, he must be looking down on me.

Just like the family last night, they looked down on me as much as they did.

If not.

When I walked through his yard, the little boy looked at me more.

Under the pressure from the mission, his suppressed and distorted temperament was released even more vigorously, and today he was planning to stay near the Fufeng School Palace, waiting for the opportunity to kill this book collector and bury him.

I didn't expect it, but when I came to the vicinity of the Fufeng Academy, I bumped into it.

Isn't it heavenly?

Isn't it heavenly!

The martial artist of Danfeng Valley laughed silently, his right hand was raised, his five fingers moved, and then he held it firmly on the hilt, and slowly pulled it out with force, the sharp and narrow blade came out of the sheath, and there were still blood stains on the blade.

As a warrior, he no longer cares about protecting his weapons.

Wang Anfeng held his sword and looked at the killer who seemed to be a little crazy on the other side.

He didn't gain anything today, and when he was about to return to the Fufeng Academy, he smelled the aroma of haggis soup and wanted to drink a few ...... A bowl came over, but he noticed the strong murderous intent, saw the killer's behavior, and in a hurry, he shot with all his strength and forced it away.

When the sword was released, it deliberately penetrated into the thunder energy, at this time the night was dead and silent, and the thunder and sword roar came far away, and the street patrol warrior he had only seen before, it was not too far away, and in a moment, it should be able to arrive.

But in front of him, a vicious fight is inevitable.

The young man held a wooden sword, his internal force flowed, and his mind entered the realm of emptiness and meditation.

There is no other, no self, no sentient beings.

The two confronted each other, the atmosphere became more and more dead and depressing, and the vendor not far away saw this appearance, and moved cautiously towards the back, intending not to alarm the killer, but when the footsteps fell, no matter how soft the voice was, it was extremely obvious in the ears of this level martial artist.

The qi machine was pulled, and the unique trembling sound of the blade striking resounded throughout the street in an instant.

PS: Second update