In the middle of the night, the drizzle of cattle drizzled down, and the rain dripped down the black tiled eaves and on the potholed streets, and a thin mist shrouded the entire border ancient city.

Shen Lang, who had a hat on his head, squatted on the archway of Shuangxi Street with a red candle and lantern, and he was bored, he took out a fruit from his pocket, wiped it on his body, and threw it into his mouth to chew.

After a moment, he rolled his eyes violently, his face suddenly became strange, and he grinned and spat out the fruit, and snorted, "What a fucking sour." ”

The bored teenager was about to take off his boots and wring out the water, when he heard the sound of thin footsteps coming from the street.

waved his hand to dispel a bit of the fog, and vaguely saw two figures, a man and a woman, staggering towards each other.

"Come alive!" Shen Lang twisted his neck, propped himself on the eaves with one hand, his body fluttered like a light feather, and fell to the ground silently, let go of his fingers, the lantern fell slowly, and his toes touched the ground, stirring up a splash and flying out.

The young man dived extremely fast, and the man was instantly approached, and before he could make any movements, a brilliant sword light bloomed in the dark night.

Under the light of the inn's lantern candlelight, a headless corpse slowly collapsed.

The moment the two sides clashed, life and death were separated, and the lantern under the archway could only fall to the ground at this time.

"I just received a spy report," Shen Lang put the knife on his shoulder, pointed at the man and scolded, "It turns out that you don't know anything the fuck." ”

"You, you ......" The woman was shocked, and moved her body back in horror, with zero force value, she couldn't understand why her companion, who was still on par with Shen Lang a few days ago, was killed in an instant.

"Murong Lan," Shen Lang took out a booklet, dipped some blood from the tip of the knife, crossed out the last name, and sighed, "I'm afraid you don't know your sister's grievances with me, right?" ”

"I don't know what you're talking about." Murong Lan's face turned pale, innocently pretending to be stupid.

"Can you have a little backbone?" The young man pursed his lips, a little disdainful: "When you entered the Orange State on the third day of the first month of this month, the information about you was already on my desk. ”

"Let me go, I'll give it to you...."

"Think beautifully." Shen Lang rudely slapped her pretty face with a knife.

Mu Ronglan, who thought that she was about to be separated, rolled her eyes and fainted directly.

At this moment, a glimmer of light was projected from the crack in the door of the inn, shining on the young man's face, and immediately there was the sound of approaching footsteps, and the shopkeeper opened the door with a squeak, and was about to speak.

The young man pressed the hat down, walked forward quickly, stretched out his hand to cover the door of the shopkeeper, pushed it back, quickly closed the door, and shouted in a deep voice: "Xiaoyaojin does things, idle people and others avoid!" ”

The shopkeeper behind the door was shocked into a cold sweat, and he fell to the ground as soon as his feet were weak, and he wanted to die for a while, and he thought that there was business coming to the door, but he didn't expect it to be the Lord of Yama.

Shen Lang inserted the knife into the woman's leg, and he was not afraid of hurting the woman, until he wiped off the blood stains, he leaned over and carried the woman on his shoulder, and gradually walked out of Shuangxi Street.

As he passed by a thatched hut, he made a mock knock on the door, and his fingers fell on the thatch, but he did not make a clattering sound, so he cleared his throat and shouted.

"Dead begging for food, come out and wash the floor!"

There was a violent cough from the old man in the house, and there was a response.

After leaving the thatched house, the young man came to a carriage parked at the entrance of the alley with a thick snoring sound like thunder, and kicked the old horseman who was sleeping soundly.

"Your uncle, Lao Tzu is bleeding and sweating in front, you sleep like a dead pig here, and you are not afraid that someone will come to smack you."

The old groom who was awakened didn't bother to wipe his saliva, and reacted very quickly to pat his ass.

"That can't be, I'm still quite sure of the young master's strength."

"See? Gusu Murong's family. Shen Lang patted Rong Lan's buttocks and ordered, "Go and find a rope, tie up this girl, and lie down for a while." ”

In the early morning of the next day, the sleeping Shen Lang woke up in the shaking carriage, and after glancing at the woman beside him who had already woken up but pretended to be unconscious, the first thing he did was to scold.

"Old Zamao, what are you doing? Is it taught by the people of Dongying? ”

An obscene old face came in from the other end of the curtain, and said cheaply: "Tortoiseshell binding!" The things that specialize in dealing with the girls are getting tighter and tighter. ”

After the young man rewarded a rolling word, he turned around and rode on Murong Lan's crotch, snorted his hand, tickled his waist, and threatened: "Still pretending to be dead?" If you don't get up again, I'll pick up your pants! ”

After all, she was still an unemployed girl, and when she felt a strange sensation coming from her waist, she involuntarily hummed softly, her breathing began to become rapid, and her whole body was tense.

Her pretty face was flushed, fine sweat oozed from her forehead, and her delicate body trembled slightly, still daring to open her eyes.

is worthy of being a spy from the Western Regions, although the kung fu of pretending to be dead is much worse, but this cheeky can still make people give a thumbs up.

The young man snorted and shouted outside: "Old Mengtou, you come in and sharpen the gun." ”

"Spicy!" The old groom burst into tears, thinking that the young master was still very sorry for himself.

Mu Ronglan opened her eyes, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and she shouted: "Dengzi!" You come down for me! ”

The girl with a hot face was so ashamed that she moved her body to leave the boy's crotch.

After all, this posture is too embarrassing.

After stopping the reckless groom, the young man slapped the girl on the ground: "Don't move, I'm very angry!" ”

The girl's face was suddenly imprinted with a bright red palm print, her nose was sore, and she couldn't help sobbing.

Shen Lang was not in a hurry, and only after Mu Ronglan was tired of crying did he frown and groan: "The debt owed by your cousin can't be compared to the goods of your kind of concubine." ”

"There must be some plan for your appearance, maybe you're just a poor creature who doesn't know anything and is being used as a gun, but I'm still going to squeeze information out of you."

"Anyone who knows each other will tell you what you know, and I can make you die innocently."

Murong Lan's hair was messy, tears were rolling down like money, and at this moment, she was more sad than dead, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"I might as well tell you, it's only a matter of time before Xiaoyaojin finds out about this," in Shen Lang's opinion, the means that can wear down the enemy's psychological defense line with his lips are much more useful than the board in some cases.

"Until then, if you are willing to speak, you will still be left with your whole body."

The young man didn't think that a crappy spy who didn't even dare to commit suicide could know a lot of secrets, but the recent spy activities in the Western Regions and Jiuyi were extremely frequent, which made him have an ominous premonition.

Once you can pry out one thing that the other party thinks is important, even if it is a sentence or two, it is very likely to be extremely valuable information.

"Let me go, and I'll tell you what I know." The girl looked at Shen Lang, her eyes full of pleading.

"Let's talk about it, if it's enough to change your life."

Murong Lan hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "Dragon..."

"Young master, don't brag about it," Lao Mengtou braked the carriage violently, and howled outside in a broken gong voice like a dead father's mother: "It's a big deal!" ”