It was a bag sewn from lambskin, with fine stitches and impermeable wrapping, and a few precious stones at the mouth of the bag, although cut crookedly and cracked, each the size of a little finger, shimmering with the fire peculiar to natural gemstones.

The sheepskin bag was opened, and there was another satin wrapper. The embroidery thread material is excellent, and the luster of the silk has not faded for such a long time. A handkerchief was tightly wrapped and exuded a strong smell of spices.

Liu Ji's expression was solemn, as if he was looking at something incomparably precious, and even Zhen Ying couldn't be naughty, so he became serious together.

But seeing that the handkerchief was bulging, Zhen Ying thought it was a night pearl sapphire, but saw the young man open the last layer, and the white flowers in it were bulging, and there were several pebbles of different sizes.

………

？？？

！！！

You're going to test the cadres with this?

The corners of Zhen Ying's mouth were grinning, full of pride, and now all that was left was speechless, pushing away the pebbles with one hand, and the whole person jumped down the mountain like a small cannonball.

？？？

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Now it's Liu Ji's turn to be dumbfounded.

I saw that the little fool was on tiptoe, and the whole person was like a deer jumping in the forest, not to mention his light posture, and his actions were quite fast, and he fell into the battle group in the blink of an eye.

As she turned over as a harrier, a cold light passed by her, and blood splashed like a folding fan, instantly reaping a human life.

The man's original opponent was stunned, and then he saw that the enemy had fallen, and before he could wake up, his neck hurt.

His eyes opened as he watched as his body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of snow and dust.

Snow, blood.

The contrast between red and white is stark, and the girl rotates flexibly in it, her posture is graceful like a dance, her body is as light as an elf, and the dagger in her hand flies, harvesting life like a Shura.

She didn't have the ugly buckskin mask on her face, and she didn't care if her beautiful face was revealed.

For whoever sees that face will never see the next day's sun.

The dagger looked familiar.

Liu Ji slapped his waist, and he didn't know when he was unloaded.

I remembered the bright smile of the other party when the dagger was in front of the dumb slave.

I'm afraid it's not that I'm naïve and ignorant of the world, but I really understand that the person in front of me can't hurt myself at all.

How so?

The playmates who were playing around a few days ago have now become like this.

When I looked up, I was facing those deep amber eyes.

Her eyes, are they amber?

Liu Ji was a little stunned, and at that moment, he seemed to see the shadow of the Da Yan clan.

With their eyes facing each other, the other party raised his hand, and a silver light went straight to his face.

Can't dodge, can't dodge at all.

That speed, the aura attached to the weapon, rushed and roared like a living thing.

Am I going to die?

That mute, who came to kill me in the first place?

……

His dagger was given by his father Khan, who hunted the first wolf at the coming-of-age ceremony.

Although it is not as sharp as a real treasure knife, it is as sharp as clay and blows hair.

Now he is wrapped in aura and gallops in.

Coming like thunder, like lightning.

The air was torn apart, and it seemed as if some strange beast had its head held high, clinging to the dagger and baring its fangs.

Liu Ji's mind was blank, and only Zhuoma's face remained, which coincided with the little fool's heartless smile.

The dagger hung between his eyebrows, half an inch from his eyes.

He didn't even have time to close his eyes.

Blood, blood splattered out, staining a little bit of bright red in the long snow.

…………

Liu Ji turned around.

The dagger turned in front of his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, it stabbed into the attacker's forehead.

This hand control technique is extremely accurate, and it has been hidden in the blind spot of the sneak attacker's vision, and even Liu Ji has been deceived.

On the battlefield, Zhen Yingcai made an iron plate bridge, dodged a big knife cut by the waist, and then supported the ground with the tips of his fingers, and kicked the pulse of the visitor a little upward.

She didn't look at it, she kicked a long knife away on her foot, and the knife fell in the air with Xuan'er, and was held by Zhen Yingtan's hand, taking advantage of the situation to "Yue Nu Picking Lotus".

The body jumped lightly in the air, and the broadsword slammed down with the strength of its weight.

Kill, dodge, point, grab the knife, counter-split, decapitate, all in one go.

Blood was spilled, and the skin became whiter.

Zhen Ying still smiled heartlessly and looked up at Liu Ji.

A splash of blood coincidentally stuck to Zhen Ying's lips.

A little bright red.

Seeing that Liu Ji still had such a stunned expression, Zhen Ying deliberately pouted, and her demeanor could even be said to be coquettish.

A pile of corpses lay down next to her, all of them killed with a single sword.

The skull rolled to the ground.

The blade in the soldier's hand, rusty rust, blunt blunt, is an adult man, and at most he smashes a bruise.

The little fool has a weak body, how can he cut off a person's cervical vertebrae?

But in the middle of the battlefield, a five-foot square flat land was opened up - except for Zhen Ying, there was no living person standing.

The two parties who were fighting to death just now were now unanimous to the outside, and the blade was aimed at Zhen Ying in the clearing.

She wears her own wolfskin hood on her head. As soon as he lowered his head, his hat hung down, covering most of his face, revealing only a small smooth and white chin, and a little red of blood on his full lips.

Liu Ji's heart lifted.

The two princes' personal soldiers were not easy to get along with, and the little fool took advantage of the unpreparedness of others, so he beheaded many people.

Now the two sides are hand in hand, it is Baturu on the grassland, holding a blunt knife, can An Neng have his life?

He was on the hillside, and as soon as the little fool lowered his head, he could not see the other party's face.

Regardless of whether the little fool is a fugitive slave or a fugitive, a spy or a monster, it is an indisputable fact that he saved his life.

Liu Ji had mixed feelings in his heart.

But the soldiers below were like a great enemy.

Zhen Ying raised her head, and her indifferent amber eyes gently swept over the circle of soldiers who were like frightened birds.

His lips pursed.

Blood ran down the lip lines, as if coated with a layer of rouge.

She smiled brightly at everyone.

The eyes are clear, like a child.

"Ding".

I don't know who threw the blade in his hand to the ground.

Immediately after, "jingle" and "jingle".

The blades collided with the ice shell, and there was a loud sound.

As the first soldier fell to his knees, all the rest of the horses fell to their knees.

In the clearing in front of the valley, there was only one person left standing, and that was Zhen Ying.

She raised her head, took off the hood on her head, turned to Liu Ji on the hillside, and knelt down on one knee.

Liu Ji picked up the dagger that he had just thrown to the ground and inserted it back into his waist.