Through the magnificent light at the door of the house, Aeoman took a closer look at the famous general of the Heavenly Bandit Army. This time, because www.biquge.info of his vigilance and hostility, Mu Sangzhuo's impression on him was not as good as it was at first sight: his strong and powerful body when he walked seemed to be full of violent murderous aura at the moment, the short fiery red hair on his head was like the hellish fury mentioned in the Holy Scripture, and the silver eyes that originally looked majestic and sharp had now turned into a fierce and vicious cruelty.

"Wow, I've heard this kid is for a long time. Aoman muttered quietly, "I didn't expect him to come here alone." Hey, he probably has a lot of confidence in the guards around here, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us!"

"Do you want to assassinate him?" Odru shook his head, "it won't work, he's strong, very strong. He was the one who approached or even surpassed the Sword Spirit. Even if he is empty-handed, the two of us together can't beat him!"

"So powerful, isn't that ......" Aoman was startled, and the second half of his words were vague and did not explain.

For Odrew, that night's defeat was the first humiliation of his life, so he talked about it to Aoman afterwards.

"So......" Aoman's eyes rolled, "it's too late to inform the angel believers in a hurry, let's follow him first and see where he goes!"

So these two sneakily followed behind Mu Sang Zhuojue. The Great General of the Emperor Heavenly Bandit Army went in the same direction as when they came, so they walked back a little along the way they came.

Mu Sangzhuo's silver eyes had been scanning the buildings around him thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking. It doesn't look like he's picking on the pros and cons of the wandering warbler's place, and sometimes there is a hint of ...... on that angular face Gentle.

Mu Sang Zhuo stopped at the door of a rogue restaurant, looked up at the red lantern hanging high at the door, and paced slowly back and forth in the door with his hands behind his back, as if he couldn't make up his mind, and saw that Aoman was very anxious.

"It's strange, isn't there so many women this guy has played with? Aoman whispered to the red-haired boy in the shadows.

As soon as Odrew saw the glamorous women in the doorway, he didn't dare to look any more, and kept his head down. It wasn't until Aoman spoke up that he raised his head and glanced hurriedly in that direction.

"Are you waiting for him to come in?" the red-haired boy asked his companion in a low voice.

"Well, when he goes in and starts hee-hee-hea, there might be a chance to kill him......" Aoman muttered as his gaze remained firmly locked on the general.

Odrew didn't know much about what Aoman was saying, and he knew something about it in a vague way. So the stiff fellow's face immediately turned red like a ripe persimmon, and he couldn't lift his head.

"Hey, brother, look up! You're so weird, you know! Ah, speaking of which, I wish you had been in a relationship sooner, and it would be better. Aoman took in his friend's expression at a glance, and hurriedly reached out to support his head, but as soon as he let go, the head fell again.

"Aoman, can you not be here...... Use his brain...... "Odru's voice was as thin as a gnat, and if it weren't for Aoman's particularly good hearing, he would almost not be able to hear it.

"What nonsense are you talking about! what a good opportunity!" Ioman nudged him angrily, "and when he's out of the woods, give him a stab in the neck or back, and the executioner who slaughtered my followers will be finished." ”

Odru stopped talking, and he hid himself behind his friend. Aoman knew that his face was tender, so he just sighed and continued to observe the general's movements.

The clothes the general was wearing at the moment didn't look like those people with status and status, so those Yingying Yanyan at the door of the hall didn't think about him. If they had known who he was, they would have been in a hurry to drag our great general in, and their dear sweethearts would have screamed. Since they had already sold their bodies countless times, they didn't mind selling their souls again. It doesn't matter to them whether a man is old or young, whether he is handsome or ugly, whether he is from that country - as long as they have that lovely gold in their pocket.

"What is he hesitating about? Why don't you go in!" Aeoman was anxious like the owner of the brothel, worried about the gold coins in the pocket of His Excellency the General that would not fall into his pocket. Odru looked up again and glanced at the general, who had now stood still, as if he were looking at the room in distraction.

Finally, Mu Sang Zhuo put away his solemn and cold gaze and walked towards the door. At first, the group of Yingyan looked at the most powerful person in the city with disdain, and after seeing him take out a yellow and clear thing, they immediately smiled and pulled away.

"Ahh

"Enter...... Go in?" Odrew's head was oozing beads of sweat, and his face was a little ugly. However, he still looked down and rummaged in his pocket for a while, and only found two or three silver coins.

"That's too little!" said Aoman, frowning, "you wait here, look at me!"

So saying, Aoman walked to the middle of the road, bumped into a fat merchant who happened to pass by, and after apologizing in a low voice for him, he quietly returned to the corner where Audrey was hiding, and pulled out a money bag and shook it at him.

"You, you steal?!" the poor man's face became more and more ugly, "Angel!"

"Fool, don't care about these little things!" said Ioman to his brother, "Also, don't shout Our Lady in the street, do you want to go up to the wall of atonement?"

Odrew only said yes, and didn't dare to say anything. He has always been inferior to Aoman when it comes to tricks.

"So, let's go in now. Aoman grabbed Odrew and walked towards the restaurant, the red-haired boy pinned his feet firmly to the ground, and Ioman tore his cloak with a snort.

The red-haired knight was a little crying and laughing, and he should have pulled it and forcibly grabbed Isaac's arm, dragging him towards the place little by little.

"Let go! I'm not going! Let go!" Odrew didn't dare to struggle, he didn't dare to shout, so he had to defend quietly. Aoman laughed and ignored him. The warblers and swallows at the door of the restaurant had seen this pair of strange young men from afar, and if the one behind them was not wearing a men's cloak, he really looked like a girl.

"Hey, I'll take my brother to see what a woman is, and call me the best lady. Aoman shouted at the top of his voice, and threw the money bag into the arms of **.

**Overjoyed by the weight of that money bag. This pain and joy came at the same time, and she was so happy that her face was distorted, and she was busy arousing people.

Throughout the ages, this yellow and clear round thing has an incredible magic: it can be a lowly and an instant noble, it can make the vulgar elegant, it can make the bad good, and the good can become bad. Noble people who pretend to be of great character despise it and denigrate it in their writings, while others worship it and use its power to the fullest. It could buy almost everything but life, and it could certainly allow Aoman to buy the room next door to Musandro.

Most of these occasions are dimly lit and warm, which is easy to arouse the primitive impulsive desires of human beings.

The young lady who followed them in looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, but she was already very familiar with the actions of seducing men in her gestures. She quietly looked at the two strange guests, rubbing her eyes, slightly red and swollen from sleep deprivation, as she secretly calculated her workload for the evening.

Two young people, there must be a little more tip! She secretly made up her mind in her heart.

As soon as he entered the room, he sat down on the edge of the bed, and the woman floated up to him like a multicolored cloud, and sat down with him. In the open placket, you can vaguely see the charming place.

Odru had already cowered in a corner of the room as if he were hiding from the plague. He didn't even dare to sit down, lest he get into the depravity of the room. Aoman laughed out loud when he saw his restrained appearance, and the woman laughed with him, hooking him around the neck.

"Don't laugh!" he said to the woman solemnly, "My brother is here for the first time, so he's a little shy. Ha, that's okay, I'll tie you up first, and then let my brother come, are you okay?"

The woman had several gold coins before entering the house, and at this moment she said with a smile: "Of course I have no opinion, my eldest young master." ”

She decided that the two were guests who wanted to play tricks. Someone like her has never seen any posture? Bondage is just a pediatric thing for her, and she's seen all the bigger battles. She decided to cooperate with the two young guests and take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

Aoman found a rope out of nowhere, and tied the woman tightly by dividing it by two. As soon as his hand touched the woman's body, she laughed and laughed, and the voice was so charming and swaying that Odrew in the corner of the wall had the heart to jump off the building.

Ioman had taken off the woman's stockings as soon as he had finished tying them, and before the woman's professional cry could be heard, a knife was struck at the back of her neck. The beautiful woman fainted in an instant, and she didn't know what to do.

Ioman shoved the lumpy stockings into her mouth, and shoved the whole bundled body into the bottom of the bed.

"Wood, awkward, get down to business!" he clapped his hands and whispered.

"Ahhh Odru was relieved from the blank state of looking at his nose and his nose and his heart, but he still looked a little dazed.

"It's useless, believe it or not I really called someone to do you!" Aeoman pursed his lips and threatened. This casual remark made the pure lamb's back so startled that it pressed against the wall, and cold sweat flowed.

Egman ignored him, groping his way up the wall adjacent to Musang, and muttered, "There should be, there should be something to be found." ”

"What are you looking for?" Odru asked him curiously, relieved.

"Peepholes! Usually brothels have this on their walls. Aoman replied, "There are ...... on the walls of the brothels in Iron Shield City."

"Huh?" Odru was stunned, his thoughts drifting a little like an impure place, and the confusion in his voice was immediately heard by Aoman. Aoman jumped up like a lion, grabbed Odru by the collar, and shouted, "Don't think about it! I didn't ...... There is no ......"

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......" Odrew saw Aoman show such a restrained and aggrieved look for the first time, so he had to deal with it haha. However, the restrained expression only appeared on Aoman's face for a moment, and immediately turned fierce, and he yelled at him with the majesty of his eldest brother, "Don't tell anyone when you go back, huh?"

"Yes, yes. Odrew hadn't been in the house since he entered the room, and he was getting a little shorter under his friend's loud "teaching" by the collar.

"Whew, it's all your fault!

Let's not talk about that yet, it's important to get down to business. Aoman let go of his friend's collar and went back to the peephole where he didn't know where. He looked for a while, then suddenly turned back to his petrified friend and shouted, "Why are you still stunned?

Indeed, as Ioman said, there are some mechanisms to satisfy people's strange desires in such a place of pleasure, and the peephole is one of them. In the beginning, this kind of thing simply made a small hole in the wall, and although it could serve as a precursor, it could easily betray the peeping person himself. This problem has been solved since the Belloren technicians invented a "cat's eye" for glass making. Voyeurs can unscrupulously observe the next door's every move through the "cat's eye" without worrying about their secrets being discovered by the other party.

At this moment, the two found a cat's eye in the relief of a rose on the wall, which was disguised as the bud of a bud, and was obscured by a cloth leaf.

Euman was as excited as a cat that had succeeded in stealing fish, and he pushed Odrew aside, but without squeezing, the boy had already moved away from the mysterious place as if he were hiding from poison gas, and peeked into the next room.

"It's weird, what is he doing?" Aoman pressed his eyes to the cat's eye, his tongue licking his lips. Odru heard Aoman's ambiguous voice and flashed away again.

"Well, no, the legend says he's not like that!" O'Auman tried to change a few angles, as if trying to get a good look at the movement next door.

"Wood, come over here and see what he's doing. Aoman had a cat's eye on it and a backhand beckoned to Odru.

"I don't want to look!" the guy jumped up, shy, "I don't care about him...... What are you doing? ”

"Well, that's not the case, there's no woman in his room right now!" Aeoman knew the guy had misunderstood again.

"Could it be...... Man?" the young man's originally pure mind degraded a little bit in the direction of evil.

"What! not what you think!" Ioman pulled him over and forced him to the cat's eye, "See for yourself!"

Odru prayed in his heart and trembled as he saw everything in the next room: Mu Sanzhuo's upright body was sitting at the table, the lamp was lit on the table, his hand propped up his chin, he was facing away from the door, looking out at the balcony in a daze.

"How strange is this, what is he doing?" Odru asked the same question as his friend, and Aoman patted him on the shoulder and said, "If I knew, I wouldn't ask you!"

The two looked at each other, not knowing what to do. At this time, the general of the Heavenly Bandit Army was also in a daze next door, no one had entered or left this room, and the fire on the table burned silently, like a silent pale soul.

Aoman walked a few steps back and forth in the room, when suddenly he stood up and said to Odru:

"I think it's an opportunity!"

"Opportunity?"

"Well, he's alone, without his retinue or guards, and I don't know what he's here for, but I don't think there's a better chance to kill him than now. ”

"Hmm...... We...... Can't beat him. ”

"How do you know if you haven't tried, we can try some means, such as ......"

"Like what?"

"Well, listen up, Odrew. There is a lot of risk in this matter, and it may cost you your own life - will you help me?" said Aoman's expression solemnly.

"Of course I'll help you, brother!" said Odru solemnly.

"That's good, this might be a bit too much for you, I was worried that you wouldn't!" Ioman laughed, the voice making O'Drew creeps.

"What do you want to do?" the boy suddenly and unconsciously said the usual question before the girl was violated, and even the tone of his voice was almost the same.

"It's nothing, it's just to grieve you. Aoman showed his snow-white teeth, "You change that woman's clothes, and then go knock on the door to get his attention, I touch it from the balcony, cooperate back and forth, and kill him together!"

"Don't!" the guy jumped up, "what are you kidding me to pretend to be a woman, why don't you pretend to be a woman?"

"Shh......h Look, my face is square, and yours is better. Aoman explained eloquently, "If I can pretend to be you, I won't ask you to go, I can still play a little more vividly, and I will be fascinated by him before I do it!"

As he spoke, Aoman threw a vivid wink, which gave Odrew goosebumps.

"Shhh...... You go and dress up, you definitely won't be goofy. He gasped and said sincerely.

"No, this can only deceive you, you see, you see, how can there be a woman with a beard. Odru pointed to his chin.

"That's just hair, hair!"

"Don't prevaricate, I've got to kill him, help me, brother, you know, we're very strong together!" Aeoman said, his hand unconsciously touching the Imperial Medal in his pocket.

"Do you have to do it?" Odru asked in a low voice when he saw the hatred in his friend's eyes. In fact, there is no need to ask, he already knows the answer.

"Yes!" Aeoman knew that Odrew was on guard, so he repeated repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I need you to take a risk for me." ”

"Alright, I'll do it!" Odru staggered a few steps forward, then squirmed back and whispered, "The woman's clothes...... You take it off. ”

So the innocent woman was stripped of her tunic and skirt in a coma, and stuffed back under the cold bed. Tonight's adventure is probably rare in her life, but it's a pity that the person concerned has been in a coma and can't experience this "thrilling and exciting" process.

Odru took off his cloak and leather armor and clumsily put on the scented garment.

"Quick, quick, quick! quick!" Aeoman scrambled to help Oderu change his outfit and smeared some powder on his face, "He's gone!"

Odru hid the dagger in his skirt and found a place where it was easier to pull it out.

"Well, he's still there!" said Aoman, who glanced hurried at the cat's eye, and then admonished Odru:

"Breathe well, don't be nervous, breathe evenly! You just delay him for a moment, and I'll start from behind him immediately!"

"What if he doesn't open the door?"

"Knock until he opens it, and when he opens the door and sees that it is a woman, he will never pay attention to the back, right?"

The red-haired boy nodded, took a deep breath, and his rapidly beating heart gradually slowed down. He stood up, nearly tripping over the hem of his skirt, and with the help of Aoman he was able to get to his feet, and he tried to walk a few more steps before he could get used to the cumbersome dress.

"Very good, very good! what a perfect beauty!" said Iomana with a smile, "you go knock on his door, and I will climb over the balcony." ”

Audru resisted his urge to flatten him, went out on tiptoe with his skirt on his tiptoes, slowly rubbed to the door of the Gobi room, and knocked lightly.

"Who? didn't you tell me not to come and quarrel with me?" came Mu Sangzhuo's wide and deep voice from the room.

Odrew didn't have Aoman's ability to imitate other people's speech, so he had to knock on the door again, and this time Mu Sang's voice was very unkind, he yelled: "Get out of the way, don't bother me!"

The red-haired boy's palms were oozing with sweat, and he tightened the hilt of his sword at his waist with his right hand, knocking on the door for the third time. This time, Mu Sandra was really angry, and through the door he could hear the violent friction of the table and chair he had driven as he stood up, and the sound of his fast, heavy footsteps towards the door, and Odru's heart hung high with the sound.

The harassed general angrily opened the door, and just wanted to throw the gold coin in his hand in the face of the unknown bastard, but the rose in front of him, with his head bowed and shy, "evoked some hazy memories."

"Are you ?......" he was stunned, and there was a hint of softness in his voice, "Raise your head and let me see!"

Odruiyi looked up, just in time to see Aeoman silently hiding behind Rafal like a tanuki.

Who is Musang Zhuo?—a generation of bandits who have crawled out of the pile of the dead! Although Aoman made no sound, his keen instincts made him sense that something was wrong. Quietly, he tilted his head slightly, and saw the cold light of the heavy sword that Aeoman was holding. He slowly swiped down with his left hand, and just as he was about to open his stance to teach the assassin who dared to break ground on his head, an unexpected change occurred: a sharp dagger appeared from the hand of the shy "Rose" in front of him, which made him feel a little kind, and the cold light of three-quarters yards long was lightning straight at his heart!

It's too late, it's too soon. When it was critical, the instinct of survival made the blood wolf Mu Sangzhuo turn half of his body sideways. Rao was like this, and his chest was still cut open by the swift short sword. At the same time, Ioman's heavy sword slashed him in the left shoulder.

Mu Sang Zhuo screamed, kicked the assassin in the floral dress in front of him from the stairs, and swept his left arm at the guy with the heavy sword in his hand.

Aoman originally wanted to cut off Mu Sang's head with a sword, but because he saw that the other party was on guard, he changed direction halfway. The sword also reduced its strength a lot because of this, but it only cut through some of Mu Sang's outstanding flesh. Comparatively speaking, it was Odru's sword that was heavier.

The red-haired boy took Mu Sang Zhuo's fierce kick at close range, although he hurriedly transported his fighting spirit to protect himself and unloaded a lot of strength. The internal organs were still as uncomfortable as if they were about to vomit, and the pain of falling from the upper floors was insignificant in comparison. It stands to reason that after taking such a kick, at least he will have bruises, and he will even spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, but the red-haired boy actually staggered to his feet again, and his right hand is still firmly grasping his short sword!

When the people in the house saw someone fighting, the birds and beasts had long since dispersed, and in the troubled times, no one wanted to cause trouble.

Mu Sang Zhuo was absolutely injured, and he was ferocious, and his fists and feet seemed to be sandwiched with a storm. Aoman finally knew that the rumored bandit's unparalleled combat skills were not blown, and although he held a heavy sword in his hand, he couldn't help but tremble in the turbulent waves set off by Mu Sangzhuo's bare hands. The other party's abundant fighting spirit rolled down all the ornaments and small pieces on the wall, and the door was also knocked down by him with a punch.

Audru was worried about the battle situation upstairs, and he didn't care about the pain on his body, so he hurriedly adjusted his breathing, and jumped up in three steps and two steps. As soon as he stepped onto the second floor, he saw Ioman in the midst of the battle, and he yelled and joined the warband.

The two gritted their teeth and beckoned him with the sharpest sword move in their lives.

At this moment, Odru's sword is purely an offensive move, and if there is a speed advantage, the attack is the best defense. Every time Mu Sangzhuo's powerful fist slammed into him, he quickly retreated with his agile body, and then stabbed at an even faster speed. However, the skirt on his body seemed to have a counterproductive effect on his sword skills.

Aoman didn't know that Mu Sang's strength was getting stronger and stronger, but he had more actual combat experience than O'Dru, and after sensing Mu Sang's overwhelming superiority in strength, he no longer had to fight hard, and the heavy sword was like a poisonous snake in his hand, picking and chopping and stabbing seamlessly.

Mu Sang Zhuo only felt that Odru's speed was a little strange, and it stands to reason that his kick was enough for that kid to go to bed and lie on the bed for half a month, who knew that this person was still alive in front of him. A short sword opened and closed, and when it stabbed, it caused a sound of breaking through the air.

The one who was born was obviously a nobleman, and his moves often began with the elegance and calmness of noble martial arts, and then turned into the direct and crisp moves of the warriors halfway.

Mu Sang Zhuo felt a little struggling under the attack of these two, and his cut chest muscles began to hurt. He mentally pondered the last time he was hurt - it seemed far away.

Thinking of this, a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Mu Sang's mouth, and he didn't plan to call for help from the nearby guards, but gradually increased the strength of his fists and feet. The blood that burst from his wound splashed on the floor with the swing of his fists and feet.