"Sir should spare me, I'm just going to hire someone here."

Wang Kuang arched his hand towards Shujiu, the expression on his face was a little helpless, and he even changed his title to "sir" jokingly.

Shu Jiu didn't insist, and laughed.

Through the verandah, out of the corner door, the outer study is already in sight, but at this time there is no candle in the room, only the corner of the courtyard hangs a woven red lantern, it looks very deserted.

Looking at the lonely lamp from afar, Wang Kuang's eyebrows rose again.

Shu Jiu and he have always been taboo in words, and when he saw this, he asked, "But is there any disharmony?" ”

Speaking of which, Shu Jiu can be regarded as a full reader of poetry and books, and he entered the "book" department because of his success in reading, which is not the same as those martial artists who can only fight bravely.

And Wang Kuang deliberately picked him this time, more or less he also took a fancy to him, regarded him as half a colleague, and always discussed with him about anything, since leaving the villa, the relationship between the two is very close.

Hearing the words at this time, Wang Kuang sighed wistfully, brushed away a poplar branch in front of him, and said:

"Mangtai is too old. We have been here for a few days, during which we have revealed our identities and methods more than once, but he has not moved. It wasn't until I delivered the words to him just now that he moved to send a message to Changli. I'm really worried about what's going next. ”

Speaking of this, he smiled again: "This is also rare, a foreign barbarian actually knows how to use his brain and play with his mind, and he is no worse than those in my 'speech' department." I'm suspicious that I'm dealing with my peers. ”

"The Jin people can establish a country, and they have their own advantages." Shu Jiu's voice was solemn, and so was his expression.

He has always cherished people who have outstanding points. And every time he kills such a person, he will also attach a bit of respect, and when he writes in his blood, the pen is smooth and the meaning of the words is profound, which is far more charming than the blood of the people in the rivers and lakes.

For example, the two collar armors just now, full of slaughter, are far better than ordinary warriors. That is tempered by leading troops to fight all year round. Writing books with his blood, he should use "The Way of Soldiers" and "Martial Strategy" to live up to the blood and courage of the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Shu Jiu's fingers pressed on his belt couldn't help but move.

The higher you reach the higher you are, the more you pay attention to a state of mind, and the higher your requirements for pen and ink.

Now that he is hardly able to have the feeling of wanton swaggering in the past, there is no other reason, but there are fewer and fewer people in this world who deserve to kill him.

As for the flies and dogs, there are so many that they can't be killed, but what's the point of killing such a person? He really can't even think of putting pen to paper.

"That's true." Wang Kuang smiled, but agreed with Shu Jiu's words, "Da Zhuangtou's move this time is determined to win, and we can't fall into his prestige." ”

As he spoke, he turned back and looked where he had come.

The night had already covered the courtyard, and the lights and candles were shining in the distance, but only vague shadows were left, and the darkness beyond the shadows was chaotic and huge, and there was no edge in sight.

The current situation in White Frost City is also the same at this time and night.

Wang Kuang sighed again.

The slightly drunken feeling came up, his steps staggered a little, he reached out to hold on to the wall on the side and stood firmly, half-closed his eyes and waved his hand:

"That's it, Ah Jiu, you can go now, I'm afraid there will be a curfew if it's too late. I'll go back to my house and leave me alone. ”

Shujiu stood with his sleeves folded, his ears moved, his robe sleeves swept away, and his figure was gone.

………………

"Bang", on the half-old vermilion lacquer door, the hook suddenly slipped off, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the young man wearing a peacock blue furniture tiptoed into the door, and the hand holding the door knocker pushed it back.

Zhu Men silently and slowly hidden, he looked around, and his body suddenly stiffened.

At some point, a man stood in front of him.

The moon was like water, and when I saw that the man's robe was in the wind, and his wide sleeves were fluttering, he seemed to be a scholar who was walking under the moon.

The young man was stunned for a long time, and then he hurriedly bowed and saluted: "I've seen my seniors." ”

The rather anxious voice slightly hid the trembling between his words.

"Hmm." Shu Jiu replied casually, and his indifferent gaze swept behind the young man.

The young man carried an iron box behind him, three feet long and half a foot wide, and there was a faint trace of blood in the box

That's the breath of the meteor itself.

Strange weapons made of strange things are naturally different from ordinary weapons, just like the legendary master encounters a strong enemy, and the sword in the box roars to itself. At this moment, because a master like Shu Jiu appeared, the meteor Yue also had a bloody will, and there was a great sense of competition.

If it is nourished by blood all year round, this Yue will definitely become a divine soldier.

"Where's the Venerable Master?" After a glance, Shu Jiu's gaze fell on the peacock blue furnishing in front of him again, and there was a trace of interest hidden in his eyes.

He was very fond of the meteor.

It's a pity that the rules of the villa have always been extremely strict, and a high-ranking person like him is never allowed to fight with juniors. Although he is now outside the village, he also has to follow this rule, first, he is a scholar, and he has always respected his identity, and second, it is unknown where the "Tibetan Artifact Man" is and when he will appear.

In the villa, anyone who uses the word "Tibet" as the name must be a master of the transformation realm, without exception. And such a master is by no means the opponent of Shujiu at this time.

Although he is murderous and murderous, he has not lost his mind.

It's just a miracle soldier, and it's not worth the risk for him.

"Master went to collect medicine." The young man's head hung slightly, and under the peacock blue furnishings, the corners of his forehead were already soaked with cold sweat.

The night breeze blows lightly in all directions, and a few late plum trees are fragrant and fragrant, and the dark fragrance is full. But standing opposite Shu Jiu, he seemed to be isolated from a cage, and outside the cage, there was a giant beast entrenched.

At this moment, the giant beast stared at him lazily, seemingly innocent, but the blood on the young man's body was getting cold little by little under this gaze.

He couldn't help but shudder.

The chill that rose from the depths of his heart was rapidly dissipating to his limbs, if it weren't for the internal force running in his dantian that led to a trace of warmth, he was afraid that his teeth would be fighting at this moment.

Shu Jiu only glanced at him twice, then nodded and withdrew his gaze.

A faint fishy smell was coming from the meteor, and when you sniffed it, it seemed to be the smell of herbs mixed with some kind of animal blood.

It's quite similar to the breath of Hook Baping.

Shu Jiu looked into the distance, but the afterglow of his eyes slipped to the hand that the young man was hanging down beside him, and after a few breaths, his fingers moved:

"This is also given by the Venerable Master?"

The fingertips are pointing to the right hand of the young man.

A knuckle tiger made of stainless steel is above the young man's index finger, glowing with green light.