The hall masters began to prepare, the Ministry of the Interior God Operator mobilized the people in the hall to liquidate the food and grass supplies in the God King Palace, and the intelligence troops acted as the vanguard, taking the lead in going to the three main roads where the White Tiger was stationed, listening to the information, secretly, the spies also secretly infiltrated the Suzaku and Qinglong countries, as long as they had the slightest change, they would immediately report back to the twelve, and the assassination troops set off at the time of the child, and the dense crowd of people rode eagle vultures and leaped from the top of the mountain to the bottom.

Twelve and one dressed in black, standing in the carved window, coldly looking at the elite of the God King Hall who were heading to the foot of the mountain, in the dark night, they were like beasts with their claws stretched out, and the chirping of eagle vultures was crisp and piercing.

"George Bernard Shaw's men are on their way. Ling Yuhan held a crimson tray in his hand, on which were placed a few side dishes and a bowl of rice, quietly came in from outside the house, he casually put the tray on the wooden table, turned around and walked towards Twelve, hugged her body that was slightly cold by the evening breeze from behind, and frowned: "Be careful of catching a cold." ”

As he spoke, he pressed his right hand against Twelve's back, and the fighting qi continued to enter her body, driving away the cold for her.

The flame-like red robe, the black hair is raised high with a silver ribbon, the face is like a crown of jade, the eagle eyebrows are slightly upturned, a pair of shining peach blossom eyes are flashing with all kinds of tenderness, and the corners of the mouth raise the evil smile, as if to seduce people's souls.

"You say, what are our chances of winning this battle?" Twelve pursed his lips, his eyebrows were cold, and his heart was never bottomless.

She is sure that she will be able to kill the White Tiger Vanguard Army, but Bai Zimo is too unfathomable, and although Twelve is not afraid of him, he does not dare to say that he can defeat him 100%!

"When did you have so little confidence in yourself?" Ling Yuhan smiled playfully, clasping her waist with both hands, "The Sima Ruyi I know is not afraid of heaven and earth, at the beginning, where did the woman who dared to openly break into the Yuntian Gate and fight against the maids of the Xuannu Palace in Qinglong for Qiu Lou and Xuannu Palace?"

His deep gaze was full of fragmentary smiles, and his snort sprayed on Twelve's neck socket, and Twelve's ears were hot, and he squinted at him.

"Well, with me, no one can bully you. Ling Yuhan raised her hand and gently pinned her sideburns, which were blown by the evening breeze, behind her ears, and the words were almost spoken by the side of Twelve's ear, full of ambiguity that made people blush and heartbeat.

Twelve frowned, and looked at him coldly: "Who do you think can bully me?"

How could she be bullied?

Ling Yuhan shrugged his shoulders, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little: "Then what are you worried about? The assassination force has already set off, and Ali's people are also mixed in the queue, and in less than four days, they will be able to meet with the White Tiger's three-way people." He paused and continued: "Bai Zimo is sitting in the palace, and now the commander of the three armies is just a chess piece in his hand, whether it is Sima Xiong or Mu Shaoqiu, it is just a small roadblock for us, as long as Mohe is stabilized and their vanguard troops are knocked down, are you afraid that you will not be able to stop Bai Zimo's wolf ambitions?"

Ling Yuhan said lightly, as if he saw the situation in the world in his eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth was dyed with a little certainty, drunk and lying on the knees of a beauty, holding the power of the world, maybe he was talking about him.

The hall of the Divine King Hall responsible for collecting intelligence, the people of the sect are widely spread throughout the continent, even if Ling Yuhan does not leave the house, he can also know the situation in the world, even if there is a fire in the backyard of a courtier, he can also know it clearly.

This is one of the reasons why the Hall of the Divine King, standing at the top of the Xuanwu Continent, has been undefeated for a hundred years!

Twelve looked at him in a daze, his heart moved, and his eyes flashed: "Don't underestimate Bai Zimo." ”

She frowned slightly, swayed her shoulders from side to side, and broke free from Ling Yuhan's arms lightly, lifted the hem of her clothes, sat down on the bench, picked up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and sat upright, with a straight back, like a pine bamboo.

Ling Yuhan chuckled, a slightly low laugh lingered in the quiet room, he walked to the table, lifted the wine jug on the table, his slender body seemed to have no bones, leaning lazily on the edge of the table, tilting his head, his slender neck was slightly elongated, his delicate jaw and the sexy collarbone under the red shirt complemented each other, and the liquor formed a strip of mercury from the mouth of the flask, falling into his red lips.

What a wicked!

Twelve's heart suddenly beat chaotically, as if he was bewitched, he shook his mind slightly, the chopsticks in his hand almost fell to the ground, and he looked away from the gorgeous man in front of him, and muttered indignantly in his heart.

"Do you want to drink?" Ling Yu's eyes were like silk, squinting at Twelve, his eyes were sparkling, as if covered with a layer of fog, he gently shook the wine jug in his hand, and his posture was lazy and leisurely.

Twelve took a bite of the rice and chewed it hard, not looking at him.

"After tomorrow, I'm afraid the days when you and I drank and talked together will be gone forever. Ling Yuhan shook his head slightly, his lowered eyelashes slid a light dark color on his eyelids.

"Is the nonsense over?" Twelve threw his chopsticks onto the table and hugged his shoulders with both hands: "The door is over there, don't send it slowly!"

"I'm afraid that you're hungry and brought you a supper in the middle of the night, and you treat me like this?" Ling Yuhan put on a resentful look, as if Twelve had done something wrong to anger and resent! If someone else was present, they might be startled by his expression, when would the red-clothed envoy of the Divine King Hall actually scratch his head and make a gesture to a woman?

It's really a broken eye.

Twelve was dumbfounded for a moment, and shook his head with a smile, "Okay, don't pretend to be here with me, do you want to go by yourself, or let me throw you out?"

Twelve didn't bother to laugh with him, so he lowered his face coldly, and pretended to be angry.

Ling Yuhan sighed in his mouth, and with a strange posture under his feet, he actually moved from the round table to the side of the twelve in an instant, pulled her up from the bench with one hand, and quickly pinched her jaw with the other hand, and the kiss fell, and the dragon's tongue traced her lip line with extreme tenderness, not deep into the hinterland.

"It's a goodbye kiss and a good dream. His deep voice rang in Twelve's ears, and before Twelve could get angry, he chuckled and leaped out of the door.

Twelve wiped his mouth fiercely and glared angrily in the direction he left: "What's the heat in the middle of the night?"

Merely......

Looking at the supper on the table, she finally pursed her lips and smiled, like a snowy mountain smiling in an instant, a light and shallow smile, which looked particularly soft in the candlelight, opened the chopsticks to eat up the dishes, and took out a wooden whistle from the ring, which was handed to her by Mu Li before Qinglong left.

A hint of coldness passed through Twelve's eyes, and with a heavy blow, the wooden whistle made a sharp sound, and then the air on Twelve's side distorted for a moment.

She suddenly jumped up from the wooden chair and swung her palm at the right side in the air.

"Boom!"

The palm wind brushed the body of the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared, and slammed into the wall, deeply opening a large hole in the wall!

"Miss Sima. The man in black broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly called, lest he be the undead in his twelve hands, he knelt on one knee, his whole face was covered by a black scarf, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Twelve could smell the smell of blood emanating from him, so thick that it made people's hair stand on end!

"Who are you?" Why did he appear as soon as she blew the whistle?Twelve glanced at the direction where the air had just distorted, his eyebrows were cold, and his eyes were full of murderous intent!

The man in black only felt a suffocating pressure coming from the top of his head, and his back was already covered with cold sweat, "The slave is the secret guard under the national teacher, but an enchantment master, this whistle has a formation cast by a minion, as long as someone blows the whistle, no matter where the minion is, it will definitely appear." ”

It's like a teleportation array?

Twelve is clear, no wonder Mu Li said at the time that if he encounters danger, this whistle can save his life, think about it, at a critical moment, this enchantment master will definitely be able to take himself away in an instant, Mu Li ......

Thinking of the god-like man who didn't eat fireworks, Twelve's eyes sank a little, and his gaze was obscure.

"Wait. After she gave a cold command, she went around to the back of the long case, spread out the letterhead, picked up the brush and wrote a letter freely, and handed it to the man in black: "Give this to Mu Li." ”

"Yes!" the man in black respectfully accepted.

"Also, sue him, he won!" Twelve sneered, but he was confused by the man in black, but when he thought that Lord Mu Li had given an order, seeing Sima Ruyi, he saw his order, where did the man in black dare to make a mistake?

Comes and goes without a trace.

It seems that even if Mu Li loses his cultivation, there are so many capable and righteous people around him to help, how can others hurt him by half a point?

Twelve eyes were cold, looked at the wall that he had penetrated, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, left the room, went to the next guest room, sat down cross-legged, meditated, and entered the state of cultivation.

Half an hour later, the Qinglong National Teacher's Mansion.

The man in black kowtowed in the sandalwood curling study, holding a letter in both hands, and handed it to Mu Li, who was sitting on the soft couch with his right hand and playing with the delicate Buddha beads under the sleeve of his left hand.

"Master, this is a letter that Sima Ruyi asked the slave to hand over to you. ”

Mu Li's half-open and half-closed eyes were dimly stained by the aroma of the incense burner on the elbow side, and the deep eyes were like an abyss, and it was impossible to see really.

The slender fingers clamped the letter, the Buddha beads to the wrist, tore open the letter, white paper and black letters, just like the personality of the twelve, each pen is full of vigor, full of spirit, free and easy, arrogant, the words are like their people.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Mu Li's eyes, and he didn't rush to read the letter, but looked coldly at the hidden guard who knelt down on one knee: "Did she say anything else?"

"Back to the master, Sima Ruyi said, you won. The man in black didn't understand the meaning of these words, but his afterglow secretly saw that the master, who had never been sad or joyful, when he heard this, the ethereal smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be a little more real, and it seemed to look very pleasant?

"Well, go down. "The wooden centrifugal head is funny, the exposed love is only for a short moment, and the next second, he is the Buddha who does not eat fireworks!

"Yes!" the man in black answered, and the figure quickly disappeared in place, and the quiet and elegant study room was suddenly so quiet that it could be heard.

Mu Li spread out the letterhead on the low table, and the bright palace lamp and the candle flame poured out made his already beautiful appearance more and more cold and elegant.

It really looked like the gods and Buddhas in the Nine Heavens, and his green and white fingers gently pressed the corner of the letterhead and looked at it carefully.