It was a very ordinary cat, with black fluff all over its body, and it first stood on its left front foot and stepped lightly, and then stood on its right heel, like a dignified gentleman walking slowly on the wall. The pads of flesh under his feet make him walk silently, like a black ghost, and more like a shadow.

In front of a corner of the corridor, I saw that the fur trembled slightly, this dexterous little guy stretched out, has flown on the glazed tiles, and then raised his feet and stepped lightly......

Walking to the covered bridge, the black cat stretched his waist, then sat up again, licked a little spit on the tip of his tongue with his two front paws, washed his face like a human, and kept licking his fur with his tongue.

"Meow", after doing all this, it seemed to notice that someone was staring at it, turned its head, and looked at Murong Huan vigilantly.

Murong Huan didn't know why he was so curious about such an ordinary little wild cat, perhaps because it was a rare moment of such tranquility during the war.

Murong Huan saw that the cat turned his head, beckoned and said, "Cat, come on, come ......" He turned around and touched a piece of pastry from the table, clamped it with two fingers, shook it, and continued: "Come, this is for you to eat!"

The cat seemed to be able to understand human language, and with a very spiritual "meow", its body flicked lightly, and jumped off the beam. Walking slowly, I came to the window.

When I looked closely, I found that the cat's eyes were a faint blue, and the blue pupils were like a pair of jewels, imprinted with the light from the windowsill. Pointed ears stand upright, and several white whiskers are orderly across the sides of the flesh-colored nose.

Murong Huan broke off a piece of the pastry and threw it on the ground.

The cat approached, sniffed with its nose, and glanced at Murong Huan vigilantly.

"Eat it, it's not meat, but it's much better than the scraps in the alley!"

"Meow" the cat meowed, and walked around the pastry, as if the food was not appetizing.

Murong Huan smiled helplessly, and even picked and chose the cat.

Thinking that he still needed to deploy city defense matters tomorrow, Murong Huan shook his head and said, "Okay, if you don't eat it, I don't have anything better here...... It's time for this king to rest!"

The cat raised its eyes and looked at Murong Huan again. Suddenly, its tail stood in horror, and then it jumped up, and a pair of sharp claws slashed towards Murong Mansion's face like blades......

Murong Huan was taken aback and hurriedly retreated. He accidentally injured one hand and hit the chair, only to hear a "boom", and Murong Huan fell to the ground along with the chair.

The black cat jumped on the windowsill, seemed to be very angry at the claw fluttering in the air, and there was a "whining" sound in his mouth, his whole body was fluffy and erect, he arched his body, and once again bounced up, pounced on Murong Huan.

The cat's body was dexterous, Murong Huan couldn't avoid it, and six blood marks were instantly scratched on his face.

The cat was still scratching, Murong Huan waved his arm to sweep it away, then climbed up, lifted the chair in his hand, carefully beware of the cat attacking again, and shouted: "Crazy cat, what kind of murder!"

As soon as the cat hit the ground, it shook its body. In a trance, a puff of green smoke came out of the cat's body, as if it was burning out of thin air. The cat's hair is falling out one by one. The smoke was thicker, and in the green smoke, the cat's figure grew bigger and bigger as its hair fell out, like a sheep's belly that was slowly blown out.

Murong Huan looked at the scene in front of him as if in a dream, rubbed his eyes, and when he fixed his eyes, the black shadow had risen to the height of a person, the air was filled with a faint fragrance, and there seemed to be many flowers blooming in the room......

Although Murong Huan didn't know what was going on, he had been through a hundred battles and had a lot of experience, so he knew that this matter was not good, so he turned around and pulled out the sword hanging at the head of the bed, held the sword in one hand, and shouted: "Who is the demon, pretend to be mysterious, and quickly show the true body to this king!"

The green smoke cleared, and a graceful figure appeared in the room.

It was a woman, wrapped in a tight black nightcoat, her long blond hair flowing to her waist, and naturally drooping along her delicate body. Her figure is superb, and her devilish figure presents enviable curves. The neckline of the night gown is opened very low, and you can see the blue jade neck and charming collarbone, and then there is a looming crisp chest half exposed.

She was shoeless, and the nightwalk hid her entire body. On the contrary, this can show the extreme of the woman's tall and well-proportioned figure. You can even see through the black night coat, and see that pair of graceful and round slender jade legs, finely shaved and smooth calves, with delicate and silky, delicate and jade ice muscles and jade bones, it is simply amazing that this may be a thing in the world!

The most unacceptable thing is that she wears a mask on her face, which makes the heart that wants to peek into the ice cave in an instant. The mask is a red devil's face with bared teeth and a frightening grin. Fortunately, those blue and quiet eyes shine from the mask, so that people don't hate this cannibal demon mask

The moment the woman appeared, the faint fragrance was even stronger, and it turned out that the fragrance came from her body.

The woman's eyes revealed a hint of indifference, and she said coldly: "You are Murong Huan, the king of Zhennan?"

It's a question, but no one can resist giving her a negative answer.

Murong Huan settled down and sighed secretly: Fortunately, in his sixtieth year, otherwise it would be really difficult to control.

Murong Huan took the sword to protect himself, and shouted: "This king is Murong Huan!

The woman laughed, and her posture was graceful: "I, I never say my name and surname to someone who is about to die!"

Murong Huan's eyes were like swords: "You are Nansang's assassin?"

The woman said: "I didn't expect the small Ninghai Mansion to be so difficult to attack, Murong Huan, if you don't die, there will be more deaths!" The woman said, her arm raised slightly, looked at her slender five fingers, and continued: "I will leave you with a whole corpse when I read your piece of pastry!"

Murong Huan was slightly stunned, this woman was really changed by the black cat?

After the woman finished speaking, her fingers flicked slightly, but she saw a stream of air like an arrow, piercing the air and attacking Murong Huan.

Murong Huan was taken aback, holding the sword out of thin air, and with a "ding" sound, the air flow hit the long sword, shaking Murong Huan's arm numb, and the sword body buzzed.

"Good exercises, are you a Taoist cultivator?"

The woman didn't answer, and flicked it twice in a row, this time the airflow hit left and right, Murong Huan knew that the airflow was powerful, the long sword connected the dots, dialed the airflow, and bounced it to the side.

"Bump" twice, and the unpredictable air flow actually smashed the seat.

Although Murong Huan struggled to swing the airflow, his arm was so weak that he could barely hold the long sword. When he was about to fight back with his sword, a strong air flow came like a mountain and a sea.

Murong Huan was hit by this breath, and his body involuntarily flew out. There were a few "booms", knocking down several chairs before stopping. But he felt a tightness in his chest, and with a "wow" sound, he spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Blood stained his beard and dripped from his beard. Murong Huan gasped and asked weakly: "The two armies are fighting, and they are using such indiscriminate methods! If you are a Taoist cultivator, aren't you afraid of being spurned by your fellow Daoists?"

The woman smiled coldly: "What kind of Taoist cultivation? You wait for ants, your knowledge is shallow, and I will send you to reincarnate today. ”

As the woman spoke, she walked in front of Murong Huan with light steps, raised her right hand, clenched her fingers into a fist one by one, and then said "open" in her mouth.

Murong Huan felt that the top of his forehead seemed to be grabbed by an invisible palm, and the five fingers of that palm were extremely powerful, as if he was about to crush his heavenly spirit cover.

Murong Huan reached out to grab it, but he grabbed it empty. The five signs are clearly present on the top of the head, but they cannot be seen or grasped by the eyes.

As the woman said "open", dark red blood marks appeared on the temples and eyebrows on both sides of Murong Huan's head, and his skull was about to crack and buzz.

At the last moment, I suddenly heard a shout, and then a few "sighs", and shot several feather arrows from outside the window.

The arrow came with precision, and it was flying towards the woman.

The woman's eyes flickered, and with a wave of her hand, a wall of qi blocked in front of her, and the feather arrow stabbed the wall of qi, as if hitting a tree clod, "plop" a few times, nailed to it, and then fell at the woman's feet.

At the same time as the feather arrows were fired, a group of officers and soldiers broke through the door, armed with bows and crossbow blades, and surrounded the women.

Yan Shun, the leading general, shouted: "Quickly let go of the prince, I will spare you from dying!"

The woman "giggled" and laughed: "But with your ......" With a slight wave of her palm, a team of officers and soldiers who rushed into the room seemed to have been kicked in the chest and fell out of the room one after another!

Seeing this, Yan Shun knew that this person was afraid that he was a Dao cultivator, so he shouted in his mouth: "Dao cultivators, there has been a law since ancient times, you ......"

The woman snorted: "It's noisy, it's not too long-winded!" With a flick of her fingers, a stream of air shot towards Yan Shun.

Murong Huan got the officers and soldiers to come in and make such a fuss, and the pressure on the five fingers above his head disappeared temporarily. When she saw the woman snapping her fingers, she saw that Yan Shun was indifferent, knowing where he was now in the backlight, she couldn't see the direction of qi flow in her eyes, and hurriedly shouted: "Yan Shun, get out of the way!"

Yan Shun somehow, hearing this, his body subconsciously moved, still a little slower.

But seeing a trace of blood spraying, Yan Shun's left arm clothes cut a bloody hole. If he slowed down for half a second, he was afraid that this air flow would come out of his chest......

Yan Shun knew that the woman was powerful, and hurriedly shouted for everyone to rush in. Be sure to save Lord Murong first.

The army knew the severity, and immediately swarmed in and rushed straight towards the woman.

The woman said lightly: "I didn't want to use supernatural powers, but I didn't expect you to be so afraid of death......"

Seeing the army coming, the woman's eyes were slightly closed, and she groped for a thin stick like a wooden hairpin from the long golden hair on the top of her head.

Only a whisper was heard, and a bright circle of light appeared at the tip of the stick, like a shooting star, and like the light of lightning.

As the army approached, the light suddenly swelled, shining as brightly as the sun.

The bright light came, and the army couldn't help but stretch out their hands to block it. Under the light, but listening to the sound of "boom", the aperture exploded, rippling in circles, everyone felt a thunderbolt attack, the whole body shook and numb, and then the whole body was like a fire, the internal organs were scorched, and the body fell uncontrollably!