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The breeze gently swept a deep pine forest that grew along the high slope, and the fearful whimpering sound was like a slow and long Chu song. A small stream winds its way around the pine forest, taking away a piece of moonlight with the sound of the murmuring water.

At the foot of this hillside, there were dozens of tents scattered in the shape of plum blossoms on the side of the stream, and under the beating light of a huge campfire, on the grass, Ling Hu Jue, Xiusi and the others sat together. The firewood burned brightly, shining with a faint red light, lined with a slightly red face with wine, and sometimes there was an intermittent burst of laughter.

Ling Hu Jue sat in a rounded corner, his long black fluttering freely, a pair of eyes were clear and clear, his nose was straight and straight, his lips were ruddy and seductive, his clothes were so serene, so quiet, and the white color was like the moonlight, faintly revealing an indescribable luxury and elegance. It's the opposite of the night, but it's so compatible. It was as if the night was setting off his arrogance, and he was hinting at the loneliness of the night.

Gently took a sip of the mellow wine in the wooden cup, the amber-colored liquid penetrated into his heart like a spirit, and Murong Yi's delicate appearance also appeared in front of his eyes. It has been 5 days since she escorted Murong Yi back to the imperial capital, and along the way, this seemingly cute but actually brutal young lady really gave him a headache, and he asked him to accompany her to pick flowers, and then he was clamoring to catch some seven-tailed fox. If it weren't for Murong Feng, I really didn't know what new tricks she would come up with.

Thinking of Murong Feng, Ling Hujue's heart sank suddenly, this female magician who usually didn't smile would always look at him with a very strange look, as if there was a story hidden on his face, a past that made her curious.

When Ling Hu Jue was still immersed in an inexplicable touch, Murong Yi's crisp voice like a jade bead falling on a plate not far away sounded at the right time, "Ling Hu Jue, where are you? I have something to look for you." In fact, Murong Yi had already seen Ling Hujue and the others sitting on the grass, but he was embarrassed to come over.

looked at the unbearable gazes of Xiusi and the others, as if telling him to hurry up and call you again. Ling Hujue's face turned red, smiled implicitly, and stood up, in fact, in his heart, Murong Yi was just a cute little sister, her rudeness, her willfulness, very much like Sisi who had been transformed, for her, Ling Hu Jue only had that indistinct love. But who is his favorite? In the drowning night, Ling Hujue's eyes are a little hazy.

Seeing Linghu's chic figure dissolving into the night, Xius and the others looked at each other and laughed violently, poured a sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and said in a rough voice, "The boss can't be in love with that chick, how did he become so easy to talk." ”

Ciro, who was refueling the campfire, raised his head when he heard the sound and said with a smile, "Xius, what do you know? It's that chick who is entangled with the boss, don't you see the boss's bitter melon face? ”

After a burst of laughter, Husmuna said, "Siro, what is the pain of being entangled by such a beautiful chick?"

Pinched his phalanges, and with a few intertwined bone joints, Cole also smiled, "Xius, you don't understand now, you will know later!"

"I'd better save it, come, everyone drink. Hughes stood up and flicked his cloak sharply.

"!" the heroic voice was like thunder on the flat ground, suddenly tearing through the silence of the night, echoing for a long time in this empty mountain field.

At the corner of the mountain road dozens of miles ahead, there is a dilapidated temple, dusty, cobwebbed and crumbling in the ruined main hall, there is a pile of blazing fire, the fire is shining, reflecting on the face of the person sitting next to the fire, it beats and illusions the image of the bright and the cloudy.

Wren sat silently, his face pale, and his whole body seemed to exude an invisible cold aura. Under the beating firelight, the whole person is like a sculpture, reflecting each other with the statue of the fallen mountain god behind him, which has been covered in smoke and dust, forming a grotesque and strange scene.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves came from a distance. The sound of hooves was urgent, like the beating of drums, and it approached this way quickly. "It's finally here. Wren seemed to have suddenly recovered, his eyes flashed brightly and sharply, and the small wrinkles on his face trembled slightly.

The horses stopped outside the temple, snorting, gouging hooves, and neighing a few times. Three masked men in green clothes walked in, and they were the masked men who had ambushed the Murong family in the wild a few days ago. Stepping into the hall, the three pairs of frightened eyes had not yet fully seen Wren sitting by the fire, so they immediately took off their masks and knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice, "The captain of the Blood Beast Mercenary Regiment, Zhan Yu, Zhan Xiong, and Warrior Wolf knock on Deputy Commander Lei!"

Looking at the raging firelight, after a while, Wren said coldly, "Why did the last ambush fail?"

The one called Zhan Yu, that is, the masked man who led before, said with a little trepidation, "The original plan was almost successful, who knew that dozens of young knights in black were killed halfway, which was very powerful, especially the handsome young man in white who led the way, and he was even more brave, and he summoned dozens of violent bears from the war bear by himself." ”

"What?" Wren's face sank, looking up and down at Zhan Yu and the others kneeling in front of him, as the deputy head of the Blood Beast Mercenary Group (1), he naturally understood the power of the violent bear, and secretly thought in his heart, "If this is really the case, tomorrow's plan will have to be changed." ”

There was silence in the dilapidated hall, except for the occasional "crackling" sound splashing a little starlight in the firelight. After a while, Wren said coldly to Zhan Yu again, "You immediately take your men to Black Mountain to meet the Latin American captain who is ambushed there, and when the time comes, wait for my order." ”

"The subordinates understand. Zhan Yu and the others, who thought that they would inevitably be punished, were overjoyed, and hurriedly nodded and withdrew from the hall gate, for fear that the moody deputy head in front of him would change his mind.

Wren also groaned for a moment, and walked out of the side door of the broken hall. The night is even deeper, as if it has been splashed with a layer of ink, and even the originally bright stars and moon have become a little vague, the black makes people heavy, and the black makes people feel timid.

Black Mountain, is the last dangerous passage to Kesha City, the foot of the mountain outside the Linghu Jue riding a horse, looking at this not high, but extremely steep Black Mountain from a distance, the trail is in the middle of the mountain, the two sides of the rugged rocks are covered with ancient black pines, the same pitch black, from a distance, like a layer of solidified black fog standing between heaven and earth, so fierce, so gloomy.

The weather was even more gloomy and heavy, and the clouds were very low and thick, as thick as clumps of black ink. The mountain wind howled as if it could not blow away all the blackness.

Ling Hu Jue frowned, but there was no expression on his young and handsome face, faint, very calm. It was as calm as a deep pool of water, and his demeanor seemed to be helpless when he saw something extremely nasty.

Hughes and the others scattered around the two carriages, the wind tugging at their cloaks, making the falcon mark embroidered on their chests more conspicuous and prominent, and the remaining dozen or so cavalrymen followed, and the anger that had just recovered from the defeat was also turned to ashes by this bad weather.

Ling Hu Jue and Murong Qiu rode horses and walked slowly on the mountain paths, very slowly, but with indescribable firmness. Licking Tian's somewhat dry lips, Murong Qiu said in a deep voice, "Linghu Gongzi, I always feel that there are a pair of eyes looking at us, and something is wrong. ”

Ling Hu Jue nodded slightly, but his face was still so relaxed, in fact, as early as outside the foot of the mountain, he had a feeling of unease, this feeling was like the kind of experience he had when he was still a hunter, and he was targeted by a demonic beast, as if the danger would arise at a moment, and the trap would appear immediately, and the feeling of being peeped at was the most familiar to Ling Hu Jue.

He beckoned to Xius gently, who immediately rode to his side and said quietly, "Tell everyone to pay attention to it in case something changes." ”

Xiu nodded heavily, and glanced at Murong Qiu coldly, Xiu Si has never had a good impression of this person.

The wind continued to blow, and the trees did not know whether they were tired or swayed with fear, and countless pine needles sprinkled a black rain, which was a little hazy. Linghu Jue rode on the horse, and the breath of his whole body was condensed and combined with the pine rain in the sky, scattering an incomparable coldness, giving people a feeling of trembling and suffocation.

At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded, as terrifying and long as the cry of a night owl, still in the shadow of the sloping mountain, several arrows shot into the air like lightning stones, so fast, and then divided into four different corners and suddenly landed.

In the darkness, a faint white shadow appeared and stopped in front of the horse's head. White clothes, white skirts, plain white face, only one hair is still pure black, draped on the man's thin and timid shoulders like weak willow silk.

What a beautiful woman!

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