Seeing that the other party was just a young girl, the blue turban's confidence instantly became stronger, and he pointed to Yuan Sui's nose and said in a weird manner: "It turns out that the army in the boat still has a girl like you." What do you usually do? If you can't pick it up on your shoulders or lift it in your hands, won't you ......?" he paused meaningfully, and he took advantage of the opportunity of the other party's stunned to approach slowly, "Now, people like you won't be the only ones on the boat who can use it, right?" Tsk, that's miserable. Why do you bother now? Brother advises you, go back early, if you're lucky, you may be able to save your life. ”

The other party ignored him, and only looked around on his own, probably checking whether there was any ambush.

The early morning sun scattered through the mist and fell softly on the girl's face. Sure that there was no one else nearby for the time being, Yuan Sui was sure in his heart, and then he was not afraid to bear the scrutiny of the blue turban, and his eyes were as cold and serious as a little adult, only the upturned brow revealed her obviously impatient.

I vaguely felt that the girl's expression was a little familiar at this time, and the pace of the blue turban stagnated.

Lu Xiao's relatives? He thought about it for no reason.

If you take a closer look, the facial features of the person in front of you obviously don't look like the girl under Li Ran's hand at all. Lu Xiao is the same as herself, born cheap and ill-fated, at a young age, she doesn't like to laugh as if she has experienced vicissitudes, and occasionally counts people and sets them up, and her stomach is full of the sour spirit of scholars she learned from Li Ran's side.

In comparison, although this military girl who killed halfway looked depressed and terrifying at this time, the contempt cultivated by the "elite education" in her gestures was never fake. The blue turban quickly threw away the out-of-tune associations in his mind, and while relying on dry shouting to distract the other party, he secretly pondered a way to take someone's life.

"Why don't you speak, you're scared?"

The weapon in his hand was obviously not dominant, and the blue turban took another sip in his heart, and began to try to turn his brain harder. Even if it can't achieve the effect of surrendering without a fight, it is always not wrong to shake the opponent's will to fight.

"Speak!" He raised his voice, "With the speed at which the news spreads, even if you are a vase in the hands of some big man, you should know about the ugly things in the ship, right?" Why, do you still want to help the abuse? As one of the wretched and abominable tools of the ship, shouldn't you thank us who have lifted the whitewashed curtain for you? Who are you pretending to be as if I owe you money? Or is this the pride that is unique to you 'gifted essences', and you will never look back until you die? ”

After listening motionlessly for a while, the girl in front of her suddenly scratched her hair with an irritated face. Just as Blue Turban thought that his disruptive behavior had worked, he heard the other man cough twice, and then spoke in a tone of great impatience:

"Who are you? That's a lot of nonsense. ”

has never had the virtue of Ling Shucheng's leisure and leisure to talk about the deep motives of the crime with the prisoner, and Yuan Suigang, who was already unwell, has actually been thinking about exactly the same thing as the other party.

Great opportunity. Yuan Sui thought in a daze.

The untimely cold made her sweat on her forehead for a while, and her teeth chattered with coldness the next. Insisting on holding his finger on the trigger weakly, Yuan Sui watched with satisfaction as the thin man in the blue turban became vigilant against the gun in her hand, but his body involuntarily shook slightly from side to side.

The last restraint is disconnected from the middle. The blue turban only heard the wind whistling behind him, and was instantly hit by something of great weight and flew forward a few steps.

Loosening the dead trunk of the meritorious tree, Yuan Sui felt a little sorry for himself for not being able to find a more lethal stone in a short time, and quickly picked up his spirit and raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the opponent's too brightly colored head.

"Telling me this mess doesn't work." The gunshots rang out almost at the same time as her salty voice, but the other party's movements were unexpectedly fast.

Yuan Sui felt that she was only slightly distracted, pondering the problem of running out of ammunition for a moment—or maybe this moment was actually a little longer than she thought she had a fever. The blue turban actually took the opportunity to throw the trunk of the tree that had just slammed his back with his backhand, and at the same time turned sideways, the lean arm muscles were tense, and he actually climbed the rope she laid down and jumped continuously by inertia, and swung into the leaves in a few steps.

One shot misses completely, and the other presumably only grazes the side of the enemy's face. Yuan Sui barely slumped over to avoid the opponent's projectile, pulled his neck and glanced at the leaves rustling above his head, and did not choose to fly again, but let himself lose his balance due to this difficult dance move, lay on the ground and rolled several times on the muddy ground, until he was sure that the unusually agile sneak attacker had pierced the blade into the ground.

It's not time to keep your hands on, this guy isn't as useless as he seems.

The same sentence flashed through their heads. Motosui raised his wrist and struck the bridge of the nose of his swift opponent with the butt of his gun, and jumped to his feet in a posture similar to that of a carp, and fired a series of shots as he staggered and retreated.

The worn-out folding knife, broken in two, fell to the ground, blocking the deadliest bullet for his long-time owner. The blue turban covered her bleeding ear with one hand, and the anger in her eyes was quite terrifying.

But Yuan Sui has always been bold, only when the other party is eyelid cramps. Barely able to control her embarrassing trajectory, she reviewed the accuracy of her shot a little, and then continued to mechanically pull the trigger.

Blood splattered on her face. Maybe it was because of the fever, but Yuan Sui didn't feel any warmth.

Confirming that the bullet had indeed passed through the other person's body, she vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Why didn't this guy who has been scolding and scolding stop yelling a few more times at this point?

Looking down at her feet, the sunlight only stretched her shadow alone. The familiar scene evokes some memories that have been deliberately dusted, and Yuan Sui subconsciously opens his mouth, but his throat consciously blocks all possible sounds.

There was a sudden whirlwind of the sky. She finally felt a cold touch against the back of her head.

At some point, the gun in his hand was replaced with a rough tree trunk. Yuan Sui felt that he had been kicked from behind, and immediately knelt down very sensibly.

Someone's peculiar, able to cut in at will halfway, and try to restore the real illusion as much as possible. She raised her head, her gaze skimmed over a face that had been reunited for a long time, and finally looked at Kong Zhongsi, who was half-squatting in front of her and examining her.

"Enough trouble?" Kong Zhongsi made a stop gesture behind him, probably signaling the blue bandana not to kill himself so quickly, "You shouldn't have come here." ”