There was already a sound of snorting in the distance.

The people of the Qinglong Dart Bureau had left, and he did not go through the window, but walked out of the door in a dignified manner.

Liu closed the door and walked to the window.

Someone in the cold wind has already called, "When the time comes, the weather is dry, be careful of the candle." ”

The husband craned his neck, knocked it, and screamed for joy.

Coming from afar, and going into the distance, Liu ecstasy stared at this person, who seemed to be very mysterious.

When I walked here, I made a strange noise, strange like the cat on the eaves.

There are two lanterns faintly lit under the plaque of the Yuelai Inn, and the people below are gone.

Xu Dalu was gone, and the few plainly dressed young people had disappeared.

There were still traces of vomiting in the corner, and there was no blood on the ground.

Liu sighed deeply, did not close the window, he was already sleepy, and walked to the bed.

She touched the quilt, and the cold quilt made it difficult to sleep.

Maybe it's not that she's not alone, most of the people in the inn can't sleep, and even if it's warm in the bed, it can't make people sleep.

The sound has long since left, and the figure is still vaguely in Liu Xi's heart, and he can't forget it for a long time.

Maybe it's because I'm too tired, thinking too much about things, and thinking about whatever comes my way, which is not a good thing.

When a woman thinks like this, it is more terrible than lovesickness, and she grows old faster.

Liu Ecstasy smiled and crawled into the bed.

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There are no bedding and no fires, but it's not lonely.

Yang Qing smiled hard, "I'm not cold at all now, and I'm not afraid." ”

Wusheng hugged her hard.

The snow-white man is gone, the snow-white water tank is gone, and only a remnant lamp is left here twitching in the cold wind.

Yang Qing stared at the broken lamp and couldn't speak for a long time.

Someone has already played a shift in the cold wind, and it is a shift.

This man shrunk his neck tightly, and he couldn't straighten his waist when it was cold, but he was still on the watch, "When the time comes, the weather is dry and dry, be careful of the candle." ”

It seems that this is the only one left on this street.

Slowly walking from the far distance, it seems to be the edge of the sky.

He didn't look at Wusheng, nor did he look frightened, nor did he look surprised.

Yang Qing stared at this person's past, and a chill inexplicably rose in her heart.

"Isn't it a little strange for that groomer?"

Silent without life.

He picked up Yang Qing and walked forward, there was not a single figure on the dark long street, nor a ghost.

Yang Qing was already looking for it everywhere, as if she was afraid that something would come out of the side.

She was terrified.

Heat has drifted out of the cold alley, and a young girl's storytelling voice has been heard not far from the alley.

The voice is soft, elegant and emotional, and the voice is high, low, thick, thin, yin and yang, or long and trembling,......。

This man's storytelling skills are very unusual.

In normal times, Yang Qing would definitely come over and appreciate it.

She looked at Wusheng.

Turning around like a lifeless stone statue, Yang Qing was startled.

She couldn't figure it out, it was obviously weird.

There may be trouble in this, there may be a lot of killers, and there may be danger in going in.

"Shall we go in?"

Silent without life.

"Let's not go in, okay."

She was so afraid, the broken lamp had scared her before, wouldn't it be more dangerous here?

Silent without life.

A light smoke floated up, and a few cold lights suddenly appeared under his feet.

Several people suddenly surrounded him.

The sword light had already floated up, and several sword lights stabbed out from four or five directions, urgent, fast and ruthless.

Suddenly, he stabbed at four or five fatal points of lifelessness.

The light smoke of lifelessness floated up and fell not far away, standing like a stone statue.

It didn't seem to have changed at all, but Yang Qing was about to explode, "You are ......." ”

Silent without life.

Empty eyes stared and poked at these people, dark shadows, snowy blades.

The men were slowly approaching, but not any closer.

The sword light floated up again, floating towards these few like lifeless light smoke, kicking two swords and slapping one sword.

The remaining two swords were no longer moving, and they stood silently, walking towards them like lifeless stone statues.

They had slowly retreated, evidently afraid.

They had never heard of the power of that kick, and the two people who fell in the distance were as motionless as dead flesh.

The other's head was twisted, the sword was out of his hand, and he was no longer a swordsman.

He had already released the sword, and his body had swept away in the corner of the wall like a shrimp and spasmed, as if he had collapsed and gone crazy.

The remaining two swords slowly retreated, without speaking, and the swords were not sheathed.

However, the sword light has trembled, the sword qi has weakened, and the sword intent has been lost.

There was no murderous intent in his heart, not a trace of it, and there was already fear in his eyes.

They obviously didn't expect Wusheng to be so difficult to deal with, and the attack would be so fast, direct and effective.

One of them suddenly changed, the sword "ding" landed, and the person had fallen to the ground, convulsive, and every nerve in his body had collapsed.

This man was in the mud in an instant, and he couldn't hold up the mud on the wall.

The last one suddenly fell to his knees, begging for mercy like a ghost, and the sound of the pleading was like a ghost crying,......。

Silent without life.

The stone statue turned around and walked forward, not looking at him again.

This man is no longer a swordsman, the sword in his hand is no longer a sword, and the hand that holds the sword is no longer a good hand.

It's not worth doing it yourself, and it's not worth seeing.

Wusheng has always disliked such swordsmen, so he has left.

The storyteller in the distant wind was even more high-pitched, talking about the prime minister's daughter throwing hydrangeas.

The people who listened had shrunk into a ball, and several people were in the corner, hugging each other.

The first thing Yang Qing saw when she came in was a woman.

A quiet, clean woman, her expression and clothes are neither noble nor lowly, and every corner of her body is full of the smell of books.

She also held the scroll in her hand.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

The voice has stopped, and he holds the scroll quietly with both hands, quietly looking at the lifeless, looking at everything that is lifeless.

There was no hint of offense, no hint of surprise, only respect.

She smiled quietly.

Without speaking, Yang Qing seemed to have seen what they were saying.

They apparently knew each other, and there must have been a story.

Silent without life.

put Yang Qing down, but Yang Qing hugged Wusheng tightly, as if she didn't want to let go for a moment, as if she was afraid that Wusheng would be snatched away by this quiet woman.

The woman walked over quietly, pulled Yang Qing, and smiled quietly.

She smiled but didn't make a sound, it was quiet.

Yang Qing didn't understand and didn't speak.

Wusheng didn't stop it, staring and poking at the woman like a stone statue.

"I'm a scholar."

Yang Qing was silent and didn't understand.

What is this woman going to do with herself? Are you trying to kill me? Or give me something to eat?

Not far away, several people were huddled together, without the slightest hint of separation.

Shuxiang pulled Yang Qing to the table and smiled quietly.

The table is not large, a few weapons, a book, and a wooden food box, which is very popular in Jiangnan.

Shuxiang opened the food box and brought out a few small dishes, a jar of daughter red, and a few steamed buns.

There is actually cut beef in the side dishes, which Yang Qing likes to eat.

Shuxiang didn't speak, handed the chopsticks to Yang Qing, and smiled quietly.

Yang Qing was not polite, her eyes lit up when she saw such a good wine and food.

Shuxiang took out one of the steamed buns and handed them to Wusheng.

Wusheng didn't refuse, and he didn't speak.

"We met anyway."

Silent without life.

"I didn't think of this as a place for us to meet."

Shuxiang smiled, but the smile was very sour, "Do you still like to move around?" ”

Silent without life.

He didn't seem to have anything to say, and he didn't bother to say it.

Shuxiang stared at the dark night, "Do you know how dangerous there is outside?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing suddenly picked up the wine glass and walked over, staring at the fragrance of the book. "What's at stake?"

"Eighty percent of the underworld killers in the rivers and lakes have arrived on this street."

Yang Qing was speechless.

She stared at Wusheng, as if she wanted to hear what he had to say.

Silent without life.

Yang Qing pulled the book incense and smiled bitterly, "You're here to help us?" ”

Shuxiang smiled, "I'm also a person in the underworld, and what I can help you with is a meal of wine and food." ”

Yang Qing drank all the wine in the cup, "Then you are also here to kill us?" ”

Shuxiang smiled and was silent.

Wusheng suddenly turned around like a stone statue and walked towards the door, staring and poking at the dark night.

A man suddenly collapsed.

A hook and sickle in his hand "ding" to the ground, and the person had fallen into the dark night with a miserable scream.

Blood splattered in.

The spear had slowly retracted, and its body stood like a stone statue.

Dripping blood floated from the tip of the gun.

The cold wind is still howling, how many killers are there in the night? What kind of people are they?

Wusheng didn't ask the scholar, and he didn't want to know.

Yang Qing caressed the lifeless body, and his body did not tremble at all.

Not far away, a man suddenly jumped up in the corner, and suddenly fell down again, in a pool of his own blood.

This person's body was staring at hidden weapons everywhere, there were twenty or thirty kinds of hidden weapons, and each secret weapon was staring at the vital place, and there was not a trace of deviation.

Yang Qing suddenly faced Shuxiang and stared at the hand in surprise.

The fragrance of the book has slowly lowered her hand.

She really didn't expect that a quiet and beautiful woman would be so fierce and vicious.

"Your hand ......."

Shuxiang smiled, "These people are really the scum of the rivers and lakes, the kind that can't be defeated anymore." ”

"Which one?"

"I'm taking a shower, and they're trying to charm me with smoke."

Yang Qing smiled bitterly.

It's disgusting, and they really deserve to be killed, they really deserve to die.

But why hasn't she killed it yet? Is there something special waiting for them to do?

The fragrance of books walked towards these people.

Her body didn't come near them, just stopped quietly not far away, as if they were about to explode.

Yang Qing smiled bitterly.

"If you don't kill them, do you have something to ask them?"

Shuxiang nodded, "Yes, they do know a lot. ”

"For example......."

"For example, how is Liu Ecstasy now?"

Yang Qing looked at them in surprise, unable to speak.

That's what surprised her.