The sound of "snorting" sounded continuously, "dingding, ding......ding", and more than a dozen long sticks flew in all directions.

"Bang dang clang", smashed to the ground one after another, stirring up bursts of mud and gravel.

The Tibetan monks were all shocked, not understanding what had happened and why the staff had somehow changed direction.

The little dragon girl suddenly turned around and stopped.

She could hear it clearly, and it was clear that it was a dozen small hidden weapons, and the heavy staff was deflected.

This kind of internal strength is really shocking to the world.

Meimu swept the ground around her, but she didn't find anything that could be used as a hidden weapon, so she couldn't help but wonder secretly.

A clear and soft flute sound floated in, swinging and fluttering.

And all the people lifted up their heads in search of prestige.

A blue-robed strange man was sitting on the top of a big tree, pressing the jade flute with his hand, and was giving a.

The fire in the distance was swaying into the sky, stirring up a strong wind blowing in all directions, the wind passed through the treetops, and the branches shook the leaves.

The man sat on it, but it was so steady that it was jaw-dropping.

The sound of the flute drifted with the wind, making all the people in the audience feel a smile on their faces, and they felt that their blood was boiling, and they just wanted to dance.

Only the little dragon female son was indifferent, still expressionless, but the internal force was churning, like boiling water, gurgling. The originally pale face was faintly red, and it was amazingly beautiful.

But at this time, no one has time to see this glamorous appearance.

The Mongol soldiers and warriors had already begun to scratch incessantly, and their faces were scratched with bloody lines, crisscrossing them, and flesh was turned out. After another moment, they tore their clothes and laughed non-stop. I don't know the pain at all.

The Tibetan monks are frivolous and can't resist the sound of the flute, but their internal and external skills have a certain amount of fire, although they scratch and tear, they have never been injured.

Most of the disciples of the Desperate Valley are pure-hearted and have few desires, and they are not guided by the sound of the flute, and they are also like little dragon girls. It's just that the internal force is agitated, and it is difficult to act.

Just when everyone in the audience was in a dilemma, a burst of singing came. Although it is tactful and pleasant, to everyone, it is tantamount to the great horror of the world.

Cher walked slowly out of the tomb, singing a little song in her mouth.

If the sound of the flute is raised. Then the singing is suppressed.

One up and one down. The fierce rush made everyone in the field like the walking dead, and their minds were confused.

The sound of flute and singing competed against each other, sometimes high, sometimes low, and after a while, the sound of vomiting blood came one after another, one after another.

Thereafter. In front of the huge ancient tomb, in addition to the sound of flutes and songs, there are endless entanglements. There was no other sound.

Xue'er frowned, sweating, holding the little dragon girl with one hand, staring at the treetops for a moment.

The blue-robed strange man had a withered face and no expression, as if he was not struggling, but at the corners of the sleeves of his robe, water droplets were dripping from time to time, and he was obviously also sweating profusely.

Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly walked out of the tomb at this time, his cloak was scattered, and he was still dripping water, and he was only wrapped in a thin quilt on his body.

Seeing such a scene in the field, he immediately sighed, took the Xuantie heavy sword, and stretched out his fingers to flick it.

A low "humming" sound reverberated back and forth in the mountains.

His internal strength was quite inferior to the two of them, but he didn't dare to insert himself into the fight, so he used the Xuantie Sword to take advantage of it, and he would outperform them.

Xue'er seemed to wake up suddenly, stopped singing, turned her head to look at Feng Xiaoxiao, her pretty face turned red, and she hurriedly dragged him into the tomb.

"Xiao Xue'er, aren't you going to get your clothes? How did you run out? The corners of Feng Xiaoxiao's mouth were slightly upturned, and he looked like he was smiling, but if he looked closely, he was not.

Xue'er hesitated for a moment, lowered her head and whispered, "Those people outside are disturbing Brother Xiao...... It's so hateful, Cher was going to send them away, but she didn't expect it......"

She hated these troublemakers outside the tomb, so she found an excuse to leave while she was helping Feng Xiaoxiao bathe, wanting to kill all these people to vent her anger, and then set the fire to a hundred.

I thought it wouldn't take long, but I didn't expect to meet a master who was on par with her.

As for why you want to hide it...... She has always been ruthless and bloody, but she doesn't want her lover to see it with her own eyes.

Feng Xiaoxiao is very clear about Xiao Xue'er's thoughts.

In his last life, if he wanted to design some despicable layouts, he would deliberately avoid Zhou Zhiruo, not because he was malicious deception, but because he was worried that she would not like it.

Stretched out his hand to wipe the fragrant sweat on Xiao Xue'er's forehead, and said softly: "Look, isn't it washed in vain." ”

Xue'er knew that Brother Xiao didn't blame herself, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Blushing, biting her lower lip lightly, her pretty eyes were full of affection, she put her arms around him and walked to the depths of the ancient tomb......

The blue-robed strange man outside the tomb was the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master, and when he saw Feng Xiaoxiao, he knew that the singing woman was a friend and not an enemy, and he was relieved but also greatly surprised.

You must know that the competition of Fang Cai is extremely dangerous, it is a real internal force to fight each other, once one party can not support it, it will suffer serious internal injuries, if one is not careful, maybe it will go crazy.

This little girl is not very old, but her internal strength is not inferior to him, which is really terrifying and terrifying.

Huang Yaoshi saw that there was spring in the corners of her eyes, and when she looked at the wind and Xiaoxiao, she was even more full of spring, and knew that the two must be intimate lovers.

I can't help but think of my beloved wife who has passed away, and I can't help but feel gloomy in my heart, sitting on the tree and thinking for a long time, recalling the young husband and wife, the harmony of the piano, and now I am old and unaccompanied, only reminiscing.

The little dragon girl was just protected by Xue'er, but she was not injured, and now she was patting the eagle's head to wake it up.

The smell of blood was too strong, and the corpses were all over the place, like hell on earth. She didn't like it in her heart, and she just wanted to get back to the tomb as soon as possible.

With a low groan, Hong Lingbo woke up suddenly.

She has been fixed next to the tomb door, standing behind Xue'er, because the impact is not great, and she was hit by the acupoint, so she did not scratch herself.

The baby in her hand was sleeping soundly, as if it had not been affected in the slightest, which made her breathe a sigh of relief, but still relieved.

Even she couldn't stand this continuous sound performance, not to mention a young baby, couldn't she have been shocked into a fool.

When I thought of despair, I couldn't help but cry. Even if her life is miserable, how can a newborn baby be so unlucky.

Although not biologically. But for several months, they have been together day and night, and they have been accompanied in distress and despair, and they have deep feelings for him.

She didn't know that whether it was Xue'er or Huang Yaoshi, their sound skills did not hurt people with their strength, but drew out the seven emotions and six desires in people's hearts, and the worse their temperament was. The more severe the wound.

A baby's heart is transparent and immaculate, and it will never hurt.

Seeing Hong Lingbo crying incessantly, Xiaolongnu felt disgusted in her heart. Dodged and untied her acupoint, and said, "Okay, the wicked are dead, you can go quickly!" ”

Hong Lingbo looked at the little dragon girl blankly. He turned his head and looked around. Finally, he looked down at the baby in his arms and muttered, "Where else can I go?" ”

Xiaolongnu asked, "Why don't you go to find Senior Sister?" ”

Hong Lingbo's eyes were red, he cried in a low voice, and said, "Master, she is already dead!" ”

Xiaolongnu said coldly: "If you die, you will die, even if you cry again, she will not know." ”

Hong Lingbo heard her spicy and ruthless, and suddenly cried even more sadly.

The little dragon girl remained silent and waited until she gradually stopped crying. Only then did he ask, "Why did Senior Sister die outside?" The master also left her a coffin. ”

"I heard that the master was caught. After being tortured to death, he must have been unable to help himself! ”

Xiaolongnu said strangely: "I heard? Wasn't you there at the time? ”

Hong Lingbo felt even more sour when he heard this, if it weren't for Li Mochou's single-minded life and abandoning her, she would not have suffered a lot of humiliation in the future.

Hatred swelled up in his heart for a while, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I really can't wait to ...... I was by her side at the time......", and the unspoken words were: I can't wait to make up for a few more swords.

Xiaolongnu only answered the question when she did, and then asked, "Who killed Senior Sister?" ”

Hong Lingbo hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know!" ”

She has suffered a great change, and her already fragile heart has long been in tears.

And Feng Xiaoxiao promised to help her detoxify, and once protected her life among the ten thousand armies, although it was a small kindness, but she was very warm-hearted and didn't want to tell the truth.

Xiaolongnu turned her face blank and said, "You are lying, who killed Senior Sister?" She's just not ignorant, but she's not stupid.

Hong Lingbo was very timid, seeing that her face was like frost, he was terrified, and said, "It's Feng Xiaoxiao." ”

The little dragon girl was stunned for a moment and said, "Young master? ”

Hong Lingbo was stunned when he heard this, and remembered that Fang Cai Xiaolongnu had also said that the young master seemed to have a very high status.

Xiaolongnu frowned slightly, and said, "Since it was the young master who killed the senior sister, then she deserves to die, and you can't take revenge." ”

Hong Lingbo is not stupid, after thinking about it, he immediately understood that Feng Xiaoxiao was the young master in Xiaolongnu's mouth, although she didn't know why, but this life-saving straw, she would definitely not let go lightly.

"I know Young Master Feng, he will definitely take me in."

Xiaolongnu glanced at her coldly and said, "You wait here, I'll ask the young master." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao was standing straight at this time, with his arms outstretched, watching Xue'er busy before and after, sorting out his clothes for him.

"Little Cher, are you alright? The Lord of Huangdao has been waiting outside for a long time. ”

Xue'er circled around Feng Xiao Xiao a few times, her black eyes were shining, and she said shyly: "Brother Xiao, you are so handsome." As he spoke, he threw himself into his arms and muttered with his eyes closed, "Xue'er likes it so much!" ”

Feng Xiaoxiao smiled dumbly, although he was not ugly, he was definitely not handsome.

Picked her up, kissed her lightly at the delicate red lips, and said with a smile: "It's just that you like it." ”

Xue'er's ears moved slightly, and she pouted: "Why is Xiaolong'er here again." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao put her down, pinched her little earlobe affectionately, and said, "We should go out too." ”

This time, without waiting for the little dragon girl to call the door, the two walked out, and the tomb was dark, but it had little impact on the three of them, although it was not like daylight, but there was absolutely no problem in seeing things and people.

The little dragon girl's tone was cold, it stands to reason that in the dark and silent ancient tomb, it should seem eerie and terrifying.

But her voice was extremely crisp and pleasant, and no matter how cold her tone was, she couldn't hide the vitality in it.

"Hong Lingbo?" , Feng Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't pay attention to her just now...... How did she get here? Also hunted down by a group of Mongol soldiers? ”

The Mongol soldiers were indeed very tyrannical, but the military discipline was strict, and there were no taboos when slaughtering the city, but if they did not get the order, they would never make such a big show for a woman, and nearly a hundred people ran at once.

In Feng Xiaoxiao's heart, Hong Lingbo was just a small person, he just took pity on what happened to this girl, and he was moved by compassion for a while...... Could it be that he really looked away? (To be continued......)