The people who watched the play were not only Feng Zhixin and Forget the Dust.

The showers faded into a drizzle and knocked on the ground, and the rain splashed and became confused.

The half of the man lying on the ground raised his shriveled face, his eyes stagnant like a dead man, as if he was watching from the wall, and looked expressionlessly at the group of men in black who were fighting for him.

Suddenly, the half-person turned his head suddenly, his blood-red eyes shot towards Fang Liang, and the cold gaze under the slightly open eyelids followed the sword light and sword shadow to Feng Qianxin's heart, for no reason, her heart trembled, and there was more murderous intent in her eyes than when she saw him the day before.

"Assert ......"

It was the half of the people who were laughing, and the shriveled face was pulled upwards by the tangled flesh and skin, like a dried corpse, which was particularly weird.

"Amitabha!"

Forget Chen sang a Buddha horn softly, but this Buddhist compassionate and solemn Buddha horn was also weird on this miserable rainy night.

"He is not the only one who cannot bear it."

Forget Chen suddenly said a word without a beginning or an end, and it was quickly extinguished in the drizzle, Feng Qian frowned and looked at him, seeing that his gaze fell below, it seemed to be looking at the half of the person, and it seemed to be looking elsewhere.

Feng couldn't fathom him, just like before, she couldn't guess his thoughts.

"What do you want this lamp for?" Feng Qianxin finally asked this sentence, she wanted to know what he was thinking and doing.

Forget Chen slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were calm, and the cold silhouette seemed to blend with the cold shower, as if his body and mind, bones and blood had infiltrated into the cold rainy night.

"Double-flower silhouette, half of gods and demons, can you say that what you see is the Buddha and the devil?"

Feng Qianxin looked at him coldly when he heard this, and did not say a word.

She was too far away from him, but Feng leaned and quietly hooked her lips with low eyebrows, and soon, when the love soul was full, his heart was all about her.

The fight in the courtyard continued, and the man lying on the ground seemed to have lost his patience, dragging half of his body up and crawling into the well with his broken hands, and his movements were not hurried or impatient, and he did not seem to feel that these people were coming for him.

The black-clothed men who were fighting in a heap saw that he was about to escape, their eyes were red, and they all wanted to catch him, and they were even more deadly, and no one could take half a step out of the blade and sword.

Wangchen sat on the beam of the room, watching the black-clothed man fighting like a play, twisting the Buddha beads in his hand, and suddenly laughed, "One less." ”

Feng Tianxin frowned and looked down, I don't know when there was a man in black missing, it was the sword-wielder who appeared when the black shadow killed the half of the person, she only thought about forgetting the dust, but she didn't find it.

Feng Qian was a little annoyed, and looked at Forget Chen, only to feel that there was a breath of breath hidden in his eyes, she felt that he seemed to be hiding something, even if Forget Dust was now calm like a breeze in the sky, but that was also the end of the wind at the bottom of the mountain.

Half of the people on the ground finally climbed to the edge of the well, holding the edge of the well with their back-to-eight hands, turning their heads to look at the black-clothed people who were still fighting together, and laughing even deeper, Feng Qian knew that there was ridicule in his eyes.

There was a loud pop, and the half of the man fell into the well, splashing a few feet of water.

The black shadow turned his head to look at the well, his eyes rose fiercely, he gritted his teeth with hatred, turned his head to look at the man in black who was entangled in him, the knife under his hand became even more powerful, suddenly, his long legs swept away, got a gap, and with a touch of wrist, the knife in his hand came out of his hand, turned into a streamer, cut through the rain, and shot into the thigh of the man in black opposite, the man in black immediately screamed, and his body fell obliquely backwards.

The black shadow had an opportunity to escape, and rose into the air, immediately fleeing outward.

"Where to run!"

Another man in black shouted at the top of his voice, his arms shook, his figure flashed, and he grabbed the ankle of the black shadow and pulled him down, but unexpectedly, the rain was too heavy, and the man in black slipped under his feet, and the vicious dog fell to the ground with a golden star.

The black shadow snorted coldly and rose into the air again, but unexpectedly, another man in black glanced coldly at the embarrassed person who fell on the ground, the internal force poured into his fingertips, and an invisible qi broke out of the air, and the shower was forced by the sword qi, turning into a strong wind blowing towards the black shadow.

The black shadow didn't expect it, so he could only dodge backwards, seeing that the sword qi was about to pass through his chest, the man in black was still exerting his strength, and in a hurry, he raised a kick and kicked the man in black who had just gotten up after falling beside him, and then he used his strength to roll in the air to dodge.

The man in black who had just gotten up didn't expect that one of the kicks flew straight out, and his body smashed into the arms of the man in black who was exerting his strength impartially.

The black shadow took a few steps back and took the opportunity to escape, and the other two black-clothed men who were fighting on the side, seeing that the timing was not good, did not do much fighting, and immediately fled outside while the two black-clothed men collided together

The internal strength of the man in black who was still exerting his strength was forced to stop, and the dantian counterattack actually coughed slightly, and then he raised his eyelids and threw the guy in his arms back in the way, and the two people who wanted to escape were knocked to the ground by the flying man in black.

Si Ying pulled off the face covering, sat on the two black-clothed people, opened his eyes angrily, pointed at the black-clothed man who threw him, and roared angrily: "You girl, Chen Zixi, you have taken Lao Tzu as a bow!" ”

Chen Zixi also pulled down the face covering, saw that Si Yingke didn't have a good face, glanced at him mockingly, and sneered: "Useless waste." ”

Si Ying's hands shook by his words, and he hated: "If it weren't for the rain, the sky would be too slippery...... Can I fall? ”

"Okay, don't be arguing."

Feng Qian jumped down from the beam of the room, and looked at the two black-clothed men under Si Ying, and his eyes sank.

Si Ying brushed his head aside hatefully, ignoring Chen Zixi, Feng leaned into tearing off the face scarves of the two black-clothed men under Si Ying, revealing two unfamiliar faces.

"It's you!"

"It's you."

Si Ying and Chen Zixi said in the same voice, but their tones were very different, the former stared at him in surprise, and the latter had a calm and determined face.

Feng tilted his heart and looked back at the two, frowning and questioning, "Do you know these two?" ”

Si Ying and Chen Zixi looked at each other, glanced to the side with disgust, and replied in unison:

"I only know one of them."

"I only know one of them."

The two of them were stunned, and each snorted coldly, Feng Qian looked at the two of them and couldn't help but purse his lips and chuckle, and asked Si Ying: "Si Ying, who do you know?" ”

Si Ying grabbed the man in black who was stabbed by the black shadow, and pulled out the knife, the man in black grinned in pain, and then turned his head and said to his heart: "This person is the old vegetable farmer who came to the county government to identify the corpse that day, I didn't expect this person to really have a problem." ”

Feng poured his eyes and hooked his lips coldly, as expected, this old farmer was really tired, and he actually came for the dog to lift the moon lantern.

"What about the other one?" He turned his head and asked Chen Zixi.

Before Chen Zixi could answer, Wangchen walked quietly from behind, clasped his hands together and said softly: "Amitabha, this person is the official family of Xingfu." ”

I see, Feng was very clear, she and Si Ying came later than Forget Chen, and they hadn't seen the housekeeper yet, so they naturally didn't know each other.

He glanced at the two people on the ground lightly, and instructed Si Ying: "Si Ying, you will send the two to the county government to be detained, and you will interrogate." ”

Si Ying nodded, stood up and lifted the two of them and walked out, standing with her hands in the rain, suddenly, her eyes swelled with a ripple, she raised her legs and walked to the backyard, wiped the dust, glanced at him with her eyes, and said lightly: "Master, please." ”

Forget Chen's eyebrows lowered, and said softly: "Is the female benefactor going to the mourning hall?" ”

Feng tilted his eyes up at him, hooked his lips, did not answer, and walked towards the backyard without stopping.

Wangchen looked at the back of his heart, with no expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Chen Zixi leaned over slightly, handed him a wooden board that was an inch long, and said in a deep voice in his ear: "Master, everything is going according to plan, it depends on who will enter the game." ”

Forget Chen took the wooden board, held it with two fingers and looked at it in front of him, only to see that there were words on both sides of the wooden board, suddenly, he changed his expression, and a touch of ruthlessness flashed, but he was still seen by Chen Zixi, he hurriedly lowered his head, and did not dare to make a mistake.

"Let's go, let's see." Forget the dust put away the plank and raised his legs and walked to the backyard, Chen Zixi looked up at his back, he was not walking fast or slow, the rain was pouring down at night, his gray back blended with the lonely and cold night rain, which was very different from the identity of the monk.

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The apricot mansion is very large, and the apricot white mourning hall was placed in the hall of the side house by Si Ying, after all, it is not the real master of the apricot family, and it cannot be swaggered.

The dim lights in the mourning hall were flickering, and the light was very dim, but the big red coffin in the middle of the hall was very eye-catching.

Feng Qianxin walked straight to the coffin, looked down at the apricot white corpse, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and a smile of unknown meaning filled the corners of her eyes, she slowly put her hand into the coffin.

The apricot-white corpse in the coffin lay quietly in the coffin, his face was dark and blue, but it was peaceful, Feng tilted his eyes tightly, and suddenly opened the apricot-white trousers, revealing a piece of black and red skin.

She frowned, the subtle scars on his legs were intertwined, the new and old injuries were disordered, and there was no flesh to be seen.

"He's been doing rough work for a long time, and it's normal to have some injuries on his legs."

Mu Luoyi suddenly spoke out at the door, his eyebrows and eyes were bright, his smile was warm and soft, and Wang Chen and Chen Zixi also walked in behind him.

"Is the head of the phoenix suspected that he was going to kill the black shadow of half of the people?"

Chen Zixi suddenly spoke behind Wangchen, he remembered that half of the people had bitten the black shadow, if Xingbai was the black shadow, there must be tooth marks on his legs.

Feng Qingxin smiled lightly, put down Xingbai's trouser legs, looked at Xingbai's body, suddenly, her eyes suddenly flashed fiercely, raised her palm and slapped it at Xingbai's head, the palm wind was forced with a strong wind, Xingbai's hair was windless, but she was not breathing.

Feng Qianxin's palm stopped in front of his face, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and he chuckled: "I can't see it now, he has too many scars on his legs." Maybe...... He's really dead. ”

The smile on Mu Luoyi's face became more and more rippling when he heard this, and he actually laughed out loud, raised his eyes to look at the person in the coffin, and smiled lightly at the heart:

"Look, his hair is still dripping with water......