Bella looked at Korsme with pity and gentleness, and asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to see Lady Jamila?"

"I must see her......"

Bella lifted the corners of her lips, smiled faintly, and said, "God willing, you will definitely see her sooner or later." ”

"How can you be sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" he said, standing up, "Don't forget, I have a good relationship with her family!"

Ksmerd's heart was full of doubts, and he thought about what the other party said, but he couldn't summarize a reason, but one thing he was sure of was that this Bella was by no means the kind of traveling artist he showed on the outside, and he probably had a more complex identity, and when he thought of this, he had many questions.

Kersmoad looked out the window, the snow still not stopping, and the wind blew through the treetops, making a brushing sound.

As he lay down on the bed, he took a deep breath and decided to put aside all the trivial and irrelevant things in front of him, get a good night's sleep first, and then see the opportunity to act tomorrow, so he slowed down his nerves and fell asleep unconsciously.

A man like Ksmode, who has excellent martial arts skills, will be able to stay alert even in his sleep.

However, this person's skills are indeed too light, so light that when he enters this room, he actually doesn't make a sound.

His hand, with great dexterity, climbed up to the ledge, while with the other he poked a sharp knife through the crack in the window, touched the deadlock, and easily cut through the wooden plug. This man was so skillful that such a series of small movements barely made any sound. Immediately afterwards, the window sash slowly opened halfway, revealing the upper half of the figure, and he pressed one hand on the edge of the window, as if he pressed it lightly, and his body moved, and he had already floated into the room.

Although it was pitch black outside the window, the outside was still relatively bright, and a torch hanging under the eaves in the distance could give a glimpse of what was going on inside.

The mysterious man stood still in front of the window, not moving or making a sound for a long time, wearing a black hood that hid most of his face.

With everything in mind, he took a few steps forward until he reached Ksmerd's bed. After a moment's attention, he turned, and with great dexterity, he reached the end of the bed, reaching for Kosmerd's chest.

But at this moment, the bed of Kersmond sat up suddenly, and shouted, "Bold, what do you want to do?" and Germund had scurried out of bed with lightning speed.

The man seemed to be taken aback, and even the short knife in his hand fell to the ground, but he immediately reacted as necessary, and immediately shook his body and quickly moved towards the window.

Where could Kersmund let him escape so easily, jumped and stopped in front of the window before him.

Seeing this, the mysterious man shouted softly, "Get out of the way!" and his voice was hoarse.

As soon as he heard this voice, Kersmund felt very familiar, and at the same time, the figure of the middle-aged Virginia knight flashed in his mind.

The man swung a fist, carrying the wind, and slammed it straight into the chest.

Instead of blocking or dodging, Kersmoud threw a punch at him, hitting him to the right shoulder. Both of them threw punches extremely fast, and they looked like they were going to hit each other at the same time.

That person never expected that Ksmod would have a speed that was not inferior to him, and he would make such a move of attacking instead of defending and advancing and retreating, not daring to fight head-on with Ksmoed, and took two steps back, which was startled at the same time, but it also aroused his anger. He shouted a second time, "Boy, get out!" and leaped forward, fists out, and slammed into the window again.

A sharp and swift wind, as his fists slammed, was unstoppable. Although Kosmod was confident that he had enough strength to block his blow, based on his ignorance of this person, he had some concerns and reservations, and did not immediately go all out to block him, and when he hesitated slightly, he was attacked by the opponent's lightning skill.

However, when the man was about to whizz past him, he grabbed the edge of his hood with one hand and pulled it back hard, only to hear a "snort", the man's hood was ripped off by Marksmoad, and the momentum of his rush out of the window was also pulled back.

Before his left hand could throw the hood away, Korsmund stepped forward and attacked the man.

The man immediately turned around, and in the face of Ksmerd's attack, his right hand attached to his body quietly raised, and suddenly flicked his middle and ring fingers back and forth twice, and then fired the two darts between his two fingers towards Ksmerd.

Although this throwing weapon is not a particularly rare item, it is rarely used, because those who are good at using such small throwing weapons must have great wrist strength and fingers in addition to mastering special techniques.

The two darts that the man sent out seemed to be smaller and shorter than usual, and the darts in this hand were fast and powerful, and the two darts with two sharp winds struck straight into the eyes of Ksmerd.

The man was clearly a master of throwing with the strength of his wrists and fingers, and many people had suffered the loss of his darts before, but the Marksman he met tonight was destined to be an exception.

In the darkness, the two darts came very fast, and they were about to hit the door of Mindmer's face, but at this moment, Minder suddenly raised the hood in his hand, and wrapped the two darts in it. After a few quick circles around the hood, Kosmund completely removed the strength of the two darts and knocked them to the ground.

While circling the hood, Kersmerd's body did not hesitate, and with a step, he had already approached the other party, and at the same time as the dart landed, Kersmerd sneered and said: "This gentleman, who are you? Why don't you sit down and have a good talk!"

As he spoke, Korsmund jerked another step and slammed a punch into the man's left shoulder.

The man snorted coldly, leaned down, dodged a quick punch from Kersmer, his legs and feet were not idle, his waist twisted, and he flew up with a kick that swept in the opposite direction of Kersmer. A gust of wind swept across the man's legs and feet like a knife blade.

The doubts in his heart became more and more suspicious, and he really couldn't think that someone would attack him on such a cold night.

By the light outside the window, Minded had identified this person as the Virginian knight he had met before, but how could that arrogant and arrogant knight do such a thing, the more this happened, the more suspicious Marksmord became, and decided to trap the other party to find out.

Once the two sides started, they had already competed for more than a dozen rounds in less than a minute, and they were evenly matched, winning or losing. The man performed several powerful stunts in a row, but to his surprise, he couldn't take advantage of Minded. Surprised, he was originally a thief, and he had lost his fighting spirit, and suddenly made a move to temporarily force Kosmord back, but he jumped out to the side quickly, and planned to grab the window again.

Kersmoud followed closely and continued to grapple with him, sneering, "Don't go!"

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Dexmerd, the man suddenly turned around and threw his fists together, forcing Dexmerd to take a step back.

"Wait a minute!" he said in a low voice, "I just wanted to steal from you, but you caught it in advance. You and I have no grudges, why do you stalk me, let me go!"

Apparently that the other party would be relieved to himself, he smiled coldly and said, "Well said, you and I have no grudges, why did you come to steal from me? ”

The man suddenly took two steps back, turned his back to the wall, and shouted, "Slow!"

In the darkness, only his eyes shot brightly. And his raised right hand had already grasped the hilt of a knife behind him, and warned to Kersmer: "If you want to do it again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

His words were very harsh, but before he could finish speaking, Kersmund had already sneered, and quickly approached him again.

The man snorted lightly, and the knife on his back was unsheathed, and a silver knife light struck straight down on Kersmer's head and face, and its momentum was like lightning, and it flashed in a flash.

As soon as the man's knife came out, he immediately felt a chill on his body, and the tip of the opponent's knife had flashed, and his body was forced to take three steps back.

Shocked, I realized that the knife that person was holding was really a rare blade. That person's fighting skills were already very high, and with such a sharp blade, his momentum was unstoppable.

That person's knife was actually expected by Ksmod, because he had already noticed the existence of the knife on his back, but he didn't expect that what the other party was holding was such a sharp blade. Therefore, under the light of the other party's sudden slash, he almost suffered a big loss, although he dodged his body, but was cut by the tip of the other party's knife on the cotton robe, but fortunately he did not hurt the flesh and skin. The man was also amazed by the agility and reflexes shown by the Kersmed at the critical moment, and at the same time, he realized that the German was not easy to bully.

After the man missed, before he could make any more moves, Kosmode had already leaned towards him with a special footwork and body technique, the movements were swift and free, and light and strange, this method of hand-to-hand entanglement of the opponent was the fighting technique he had trained for a long time in the past two years, and it was too late for that person to get out.

As soon as he approached the man's side with agility, Ksmund suddenly flipped his left hand and slammed into the man's face, and at the same time took a step under his feet, and his right hand suddenly sank down, slamming into the man's right shoulder. This kind of attack with both left and right hands, he played it beautifully. This style of play was slowly learned and trained in the process of using the double rifle against the bandits - not only is his left hand as flexible as his right hand, but he can also perform different attacks with his left and right hands at the same time.

The man didn't care about the tail, he couldn't take care of the bottom, and at the same time, he gasped, and the knife in his hand slammed up, spun out a circle of silver light, and slashed at Kersmode's body like a rock, and at the same time moved his right shoulder.

Kersmurd's left hand was still moving, his right hand turned into a fist, and he spun sharply, grabbing the man's chest.

But when Kersmer's hand was firmly grasped on the man's chest, he suddenly felt that something was wrong: the man's chest was visibly protruding, and it was very soft and silky—this was a man's chest!

And the mysterious man who looked like a middle-aged man, after being grabbed by the chest with his hand by Kersmode, let out a coquettish scream that only a woman can make. At the same time, the knife in the man's hand suddenly flipped up, and the sharp tip of the knife slashed through the left shoulder of Korsmund with a "whoosh".

Germund never expected that the other party looked like a middle-aged man, but it turned out to be a woman, which made him unable to react for a while, so he gave that person a chance. Frightened, where is it too late for Sensed to dodge again?

A silver light streaked through, followed by a large field of blood:

Kersmode's expression changed and he took a step back. Although he was injured and fell behind, he was still able to keep his composure, and according to the current situation, he immediately set a goal - to capture the knife in the opponent's hand, and immediately turn defeat into victory. After making a decision in an instant, he did not say a word, and without hesitation began to put it into action and continued to attack.

After the knife was successful, the man was about to retreat, but he didn't expect that the other party was still not letting go of himself under the knife wound, and he couldn't help but be shocked. She had no intention of fighting, and the other party used such an unintentional and rude method to recognize that she was a woman, which made her even more flustered and embarrassed.

All she wanted to do was get out of the window, out of this nasty place, away from this difficult creature. But she only felt the other party's body close to her, and then she noticed that the wrist of the right hand holding the knife was tightened, and it was tightly grasped by the opponent's steel claw-like hand.

It's a powerful and ingenious approach. The man couldn't figure out what was going on, and for a moment he felt a sharp pain in the right wrist of the knife holder, and if he didn't let go of the handle, the right hand would be broken off on the spot. In this way, the sharp blade is in the hands of Sensed. Then Sensed swung his knife with a flicker, and the silver light flashed, and he attacked the man straight at him.

Close-fitting, grabbing the knife, and slashing, although they are three different body moves, but when they are used in Ksmord, they are all done in one go. The man was powerless, so he turned around and dodged, moving to the side.

And just as the man turned around, Kosmund just swung his left hand, grabbing it right on the scabbard behind the other's back. Kersmund originally only wanted to grab the knife, and only after touching the scabbard did his heart move, of course, he grabbed it without hesitation, and the man struggled hard, only to hear a "whoosh", and a rope tied to the scabbard was suddenly broken. In this way, the scabbard was also in the hands of Kosmerd.

But at the same time, the man had leapt out of the window, and Kersmund followed closely behind, and when he looked down, he saw that the man was falling down a rope to the ground. Just as Ksmund was hesitating whether to cut the rope with his knife or pursue it along it, the man landed his feet on the wall twice and fell to the ground at great speed.

Just then, there was a sharp knock on the door of the room where Kersmund was.

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