readx;? At the moment when the bloodthirsty steel knife was about to fall, the woman huddled in the corner of the bed screamed in fright, very miserable and desperate, Junxiu's face was as white as a dead man, her round eyes were immediately closed tightly, and her whole body trembled with a constant murmur, and the bed was also shaken. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Still at this moment, Ye Wuxian couldn't help but glance at the woman, his eyes burned with vengeful anger, who knew that after a little distraction, Yan Jiawang seized a rare opportunity and suddenly counterattacked. This bully knew that he was going to die, and in desperation he wanted to fight desperately, and kicked it violently, and Night Without a Trace was defenseless against the dying person, and was kicked so that he staggered back a few steps. As soon as he stood firm, Yan Jiawang had already jumped out of bed, picked up the steel knife, and pounced like a vicious wolf, wanting to kill the terrible fierce god in one go and regain the life that was about to be lost.

Ye Wuxian was taken aback, and hurriedly stabilized, deeply regretting that he had let the enemy rebel. Although he was wounded inside and out, he was wrapped in the raging fire of hatred without a trace of pain, and there was only murderous aura in his fiery eyes, without anxiety and fear, and he believed that the enemy would die under his own sword.

Yan Jiawang got his hand, his nervous body and mind relaxed a lot, he had no way to retreat, in order to solve the death threat in front of him, he had to fight to the death for his life, this was the only last resort to die. He swung his knife and slashed, eager to cut the deadly fierce god in half with a single sword, and cut it with a knife without a trace, and cut the enemy's head in a different place. This is the fact that the enemies are red-eyed when they see each other, and at the moment of your life and death, you don't want to give in the slightest. The sound of dangdang tore through the trembling air in the room, pouring an endless atmosphere of gloom and horror, and soon blood splattered corpses.

Yan Jiawang was born in a martial arts family and has practiced a good kung fu, but he is already old and his kung fu has lost a lot, and because he is greedy for pleasure and lazy in cultivation, his physical strength has already been overdrawn, far less than the state of his youth, not to mention that the ability of Night Without a Trace is better than him, and it will be difficult to parry after more than ten rounds. At this moment, he has nothing to ask for, saving his life is the most important, and he wants to rush downstairs to escape, but the night is without a trace and does not leave the left and right, not giving the slightest chance to escape. He was tightly barricaded in a small room, with no way to escape, and he was about to lose his life. The living king of Hades was covered in sweat and soaked in clothes, and he was already desperate, and shouted in panic: "Hongyan, go and call someone! Go and call someone to save me......" The woman on the bed was so frightened that she couldn't move for a long time, and she curled up in the corner of the bed and kept shaking. "Hong Yan, you go quickly! You should go and call someone to save me! Hurry, hurry up......" Yan Jiawang was anxious and panicked, and even shouted loudly, so frightened that his voice changed tone.

"Alas......" In a trembling whisper, the woman exerted her strength to suck out a vague word. Hongyan trembled and crawled to the side of the bed, rolled over and rolled under the bed, no longer knowing the pain of the fall, and had no strength to stand up. She looked at the two fighting men with horror, and with great difficulty she moved her trembling body, and crawled towards the staircase little by little, crawling over...... How could the rampaging "male lion" of the night without a trace let her go, he drew back his knife and jumped over, kicked the Hongyan woman loudly and screamed, and rolled back under the bed. The "male lion" saw that the living king of Hades had run to the window, and shouted: "Bastard, where are you going to escape, take your life!" With the shout, he rushed over and killed Yan Jiawang again.

Yan Jiawang was anxious and afraid, sweating profusely, and shouting hoarsely: "Hong Yan, you run quickly, you have to be fast, you have to be fast, otherwise no one will survive......" He had no way to escape, and he had no ability to deal with the fatal fierce god, this woman was already his only hope for survival. Why, this only hope was too slim to follow his heart, and he was so anxious that he was desperate.

The Hongyan woman was kicked so painfully that she was so frightened that she couldn't climb anymore, she seemed to be unable to hear Yan Jiawang's shouting, and she was trying her best to escape. She wanted to get under the bed and hide, which was full of wooden crates and couldn't get in. Helpless and frightened, she eagerly and laboriously climbed onto the bed and pulled the blanket to wrap herself tightly, as if this was the safest way, as if she had escaped from a terrible "hell".

This can't be blamed on the Hongyan woman, she has been living in pampering and happiness, how have she seen this kind of horrific murder scene, she is lucky not to be scared to faint. This woman can only please men, saving people is not her forte, and in this kind of fatal time, she can only hide by herself, how can she care about the life and death of others.

Faced with the terrifying fierce god and the useless woman, Yan Jiawang was completely desperate...... His face was crying, his whole body was full of fear and helplessness, and he no longer had hope in Hongyan, so he had to think of other ways to save his life. He begged bitterly while swinging his knife desperately: "Little brother, it is better to settle the grievance than to settle it, I am willing to take out gold and silver treasures to resolve the grievance." You can say that no matter how much you want, I will agree, and our enmity will be over. There was no hope of escape, and he could only think of this plan to save his life, and his words were full of anticipation and longing.

"Fart, can my father's life be bought with gold and silver treasures? Can those who died in your hands be able to buy it back? Are you afraid of death now, why were you so vicious when you hurt people in the first place? Thief, my master must pay back your life!"

Yan Jiawang has been forced into a desperate situation, so he can only fight hard, hoping to win a glimmer of hope in death. He was terrified, desperate, and in the desperate situation of death, he could only let go, and his pale face had an angry expression, and he wanted to fight to the end with the fierce god who demanded his life. Night Without a Trace a whirlwind knife slashed over, and the Living Hades hurriedly dodged, but although he dodged the steel knife, he was kicked and fell to the ground, and the knife was also taken off. At this moment, the living Hades were forced by the man-eating steel knife again, and a roar was shocking: "The surname Yan, you go down to the ground to see the Hades!" With Zheng Zheng's words, the shining steel knife hanging over his head was about to be chopped down.

"Wait! Wait! I ...... I have something to ...... To tell you. ”

Ye Wuxian was stunned for a moment, put away the knife and shouted: "If there is a fart, release it!"

"I ...... I have something, I really have something, don't worry, you should let me take a breath. I...... I mean......" he said in a rambling voice.

"Hmph, you have to stall for time, don't think about it, go to death!" he said, and the man-eating steel knife was raised again.

"Wait! I really have something important to tell you, I ...... By the way, here are your father's relics, I'll return them to you first, and then it's not too late to do it. I am already a dying person, and if I can return things to my rightful owner, I will be able to atone for some of my sins. ”

Ye Wuxian was stunned again, and hurriedly stopped: "What relics, where is it, hand them over quickly!"

Under the pressure of the steel knife, Yan Jiawang took out a delicate small wooden lacquer box from the cabinet, opened the lid and took out a small yellow satin cloth bag, and the cloth bag opened to reveal several small paper bags. He grabbed a small paper bag with a trembling hand, calmed his nervous and frightened mood, and then carefully opened it. "That's it, give it to you!" As he spoke, he returned his hand and swept the contents of the paper bag into the night without a trace, some white powder sprinkled on his face, accompanied by a strong aroma. In an instant, Ye Wuxian felt that the sky was spinning, and his body fell to the ground involuntarily, and he didn't know what to do.

Yan Jiawang was extremely excited to escape death, and he was overjoyed and shed tears, laughing like crazy, and crying in his laughter. After a burst of mixed emotions of joy and sorrow was released, Yan Jiawang stabilized his excited emotions, kicked the unconscious Ye Wuxi, and scolded: "Little cub, you dare to run to my house to make trouble, you are killing yourself! Hmph, who is my living king of Yama, I have seen a lot of travel in this life, what kind of wind and rain have you not experienced, you are still a little tender when you fight with Lao Tzu." Stinky boy, your father and mother died in my hands, and you can't escape from the palm of my living Hades. ”

Yan Jiawang experienced this death struggle, physically and mentally tortured, frightened and desperate to the extreme, and was already exhausted. He watched the night without a trace, his heart of revenge burning like a blazing fire, forgetting his fear and exhaustion for a moment, and bent on getting rid of the terrible aftermath. His eyes were wide and he glared angrily at the fierce god who was asking for his life, he was tortured to death by this guy, and he must not let the enemy die happily. He thought about it for a while, and decided to imprison Ye Wuxian first, and then find a way to torture the enemy until he died tomorrow, only in this way could he vent his fear and anger in his heart.

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