"Lin Xin'er?"

The Messenger of the Voice saw the person who made the move.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xin'er shook the long whip in her hand and took the magic flute directly, as long as the magic sound did not sound, the magic sound messenger would have a lot of trouble dealing with a hundred soldiers.

"What a delicate whip!" The Demon Sound Envoy had to sigh The weapon in Lin Xin'er's hand could be seen at a glance to be made by a fine thousand-year-old vine.

Whip wind, combined with Lin Xin'er's skills, full of strength.

The Messenger of the Magic Sound had to guard against being drawn, and while retreating, avoiding the long vine rope, he waved the jade flute to resist.

"Smack!"

The whip was like a mighty serpent, biting the jade flute.

The hand of the magic messenger holding the jade flute trembled.

The two fought for a while, and Leng Yanqiu and Huangfu Yan Chong chased after them.

Lin Xin'er avoided it again, let the magic messenger out, and leaned on the inside of the cliff by herself.

Everyone was besieging the Demon Voice Emissary, and no one noticed where Lin Xin'er was standing, or that she was long gone.

The Voice Messenger was forced to the edge of the cliff, and there was no opponent on the edge of the cliff.

This is the cliff that Lin Xin'er once jumped.

The Magic Messenger knew, was it a coincidence or an accident that he was forced here this time?

But in the face of Leng Yanqiu and Huangfu Yanchong, the two masters, and the encirclement of hundreds of soldiers, if he didn't escape, he could only be trapped in this net, although he could withstand it for a while, after a long time, he couldn't afford it.

It's just a cliff, and relying on his light-shifting phantom can easily sweep down unscathed, and that's his only way out.

The Demon Messenger didn't have time to think about it, put away the jade flute, and leaped down the cliff.

In the eyes of the soldiers, it was as if he had suddenly disappeared from the edge of a cliff.

Huangfu Yanchong and Leng Yanqiu chased to the edge of the cliff, looked down, the twilight was deep, and there was no trace.

At this time, Xiao Yishan also brought people to arrive, and someone reported to him.

"Jumping off a cliff like this, it's okay?" Xiao Yishan walked to the edge of the cliff and asked.

"Xin'er said that if you want to arrest him, you will definitely be able to hold it." Huangfu Yan rushed.

"I'll go down and have a look." Leng Yanqiu said, and then leaped down the cliff.

But his speed was slow, and little by little he clinged to the rock wall he leaned on, as if he were searching for something.

Huangfu Yanchong squatted down, carefully paying attention to Leng Yanqiu's movements, close to the edge of the cliff, and could still see clearly.

However, the further down you go, the more you sink into the twilight, and you can't see it.

"General Xiao, order someone to search under the cliff, and I will go down first." Huangfu Yan rushed to his feet and said.

Then he jumped cautiously down the cliff against the rock wall.

Huangfu Yan rushed through the clouds and mist, and his hand that climbed the rock wall down touched a rope, and tried to pull it, the rope was quite strong, one end was embedded in the rock crevice, and there should be no problem in pulling it down.

Huangfu Yanchong didn't know if Leng Yanqiu was also going down on this rope, anyway, with the help of this rope, it was easier for him to slide down.

The rope was very long, let go of the end, and after a short time descending with your bare hands, you reached the bottom of the cliff.

The wind at the bottom of the cliff was cold and bitter, and the smell of blood was still there.

Huangfu Yanchong saw Lin Xin'er and Leng Yanqiu standing in the snow, with messy footprints around them.

The Whisperer twitched beneath their feet, covered in snowflakes as if they were stuck in a pit of snow.

The snow pit was loose, but it seemed difficult for the Demon Messenger to climb out and get up, and the jasper-colored flute fell not far from him, but he couldn't hang his hand.

Huangfu Yan rushed over to pick up the jade flute and walked up to them.

The Messenger of the Voice was badly wounded in the waist, and a short knife was still stuck in his body, and the entire blade was embedded in it, leaving only the bare hilt.

Huangfu Yan Chong recognized that it was the one that Lin Xin'er had prepared to take with her before leaving the Holy Palace.

The crimson blood spilled away from the demonic messenger and fell into the snow, like a red plum blooming in winter, but the sky was already dark, and it seemed as lonely and enchanting as when the night came.

"Demon Messenger, how does it feel like to be wasted?" Lin Xin'er asked, with a cold smile on her lips, as if as soon as she spoke, the coldness condensed the cold wind at the bottom of the cliff with the snow, making people tremble.

On the ground, the evil man's charm is not there, he is a wounded, a helpless weak man who is barely breathing.

"You won." The voice of the messenger was weak.

This kind of pain was something he had never experienced, but from Lin Xin'er's questioning, he knew that she was very familiar with these things. It's just that there are too many mysteries in her that he doesn't know, such as when he was suddenly stabbed when he fell, he didn't know where the knife came from, the only thing that was certain was that he fell into the hands of Lin Xin'er today, and he couldn't live or die!

Wu Mohai, who has always been arrogant and extraordinary, never expected that he would have such a day!

He was defeated at the hands of the daughter of one of the people Bing'er hated the most, and to Bing'er it was like being stabbed by the enemy again, whether he still lived to see Bing'er or not, Bing'er knew that all this would hurt her again.

Obviously, their plan was perfect, and it was obvious that they were in charge of all this, but they never thought that Lin Xin'er would have the ability to fight back so much!

Doubtful, unwilling, worried...... All kinds of consciousness mixed up in the mind of the magic messenger, so that he could not care, or rather ignore the pain.

"I know that I have dug a trap for you and have to jump, this should be your usual method for people, right?" Lin Xin'er smiled, squatted down, and looked at the Demon Messenger closely, "What if she knew how I dealt with you?" I'm curious about how deep your relationship is? ”

Let such a person show up and rush to the front all the time, and their relationship must not be simple.

This is more like the person who was standing on the other side watching the play when she and Jing Xuan were hurt a lot.

Now she is the one who watches the play, is it to take revenge, or to force "her" out and let "her" come to her in person?

"She's going to make your death even worse......" The Voice Bringer's purple lips twitched, and he lost his strength and fell into the snow, badly wounded, making him feel cold, cold......

He knew that although he was not the person Bing'er loved, she would definitely punish Lin Xin'er for herself, and at this point, it was no longer as simple as killing anyone, and the heavier punishment was endless torture.

This is also the damage that those people once inflicted on Bing'er.

"You believe in Xia Yubing very much." Lin Xin'er straightened up and sneered.

Is it like she once trusted and loved Master? But how much is it different from the feelings of their group of children who were raised by "her"?

The Demon Voice Envoy was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Lin Xin'er to say this name accurately.

They all thought that there would be no clues about Bing'er left in the capital, that hypocritical dog emperor, who had harmed Bing'er, would not leave everything about Bing'er, Bing'er was a person who had long since died and even been forgotten in their eyes, who would have thought that she was still alive in the world?