Zhao Mingming walked forward silently.

The knife light on the opposite side did not show the slightest sign of flickering.

Every time Zhao Mingming took a step forward, the decision in her heart went to the next level.

It didn't stop until the sword light was close enough to illuminate her face.

This knife-wielding man who is like a bright moon in the sky is Jing Yao.

Behind him are his entourage.

Gao Ren stood at the back with his hands behind his back.

It's just that the sword light of Jing Yao's entourage is not enough to illuminate his face, so I can't see what his expression is.

Jing Yao saw Zhao Mingming walking with her sword so openly, and some doubts also rose in her heart.

He looked back at Gao Ren.

Gao Ren stood in the darkness and nodded at him.

"You don't have to be polite. ”

Zhao Mingming said,

"This girl is polite!"

Jing Yao sighed, arched her hand and said.

"What does it mean to be convenient?"

Zhao Mingming raised her eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

"Please also girl, give it a convenience. ”

Jing Yao said.

"You blocked the way of my carriage, but you didn't give me the convenience of it. ”

Zhao Mingming said.

"Convenient with others, convenient with yourself. ”

Jing Yao said.

"We're doing that, albeit abruptly. However, the internal reasons for this, presumably the girl also knows it. ”

Jing Yao said.

The tone is steady.

Neither humble nor arrogant.

Jing Yao sighed.

From Zhao Mingming's demeanor, he knew that this girl was not a person who would bow her head and give in.

"I don't know anything. ”

Zhao Mingming shook her head and said.

One does not give way.

So what else is there to say?

However, Jing Yao would not give way.

One does not give in.

With such a posture, there is nothing to say.

But Jing Yao still wanted to say a few words.

A man with a knife.

A man fights a sword.

Drinking water and drinking can make up for thirst.

But once you understand the knife and gun, it is bloodshed.

After all, it's always easier to use a knife than a gun.

If you move your mouth, you will only be thirsty.

Although it is troublesome, there is a way to do it after all.

I'm afraid that this sword has no eyes, and it is not blood that is shed, but that it is lost......

Thirst is easy to replenish, but bleeding is difficult to replenish.

According to the medical theory of these five kings, there is a lack of blood one or two, but it takes three old chickens, two catties of roasted dates, and one and a half catties of brown sugar to make up for it.

Jing Yao said.

"Take a step back, how do you go back?"

Even the world-famous miracle doctor Ye Lao Ghost is also lacking in skills.

"The girl is also an understanding person. We all have our own struggles. Take a step back, isn't the Haikou sky bad?"

Jing Yao said.

"That doesn't sound fair...... Because I took more than one step back. ”

Zhao Mingming asked.

"You hand over, I'll give way. ”

Zhao Mingming paused and continued.

Jing Yao suddenly smiled.

Zhao Mingming said.

"People are free, I don't have the right to pay or not to pay, I just help. The road is also open, and you don't have the right to give in or not to let it, but you just can't get by. ”

To treat people with backbone, you have to use a backbone method.

Blind persuasion is useless.

Since he left the grassland, he has only seen two women with a strong backbone.

The woman in the Qinglou who is now being held hostage by the people in the altar is one, and the Zhao Mingming in front of her is the second.

Gao Ren also frowned......

He didn't understand why Jing Yao was so indecisive.

Of course, Jing Yao also understands this truth.

But he didn't know why he suddenly became a mother-in-law.

Jing Yao said.

"Your knife is dazzling. I wasn't prepared to let me go. And I have a sword at my waist, if it passes so easily, wouldn't you be very shameless?"

It seems that he has no intention of using the knife yet.

"The girl is right. But this way, if you don't make friends, I'm afraid you really can't get through. ”

I have been trained in the world for so long, but I have also learned to ridicule.

Teasing is a good thing.

Zhao Mingming said.

She couldn't say that before.

"My face doesn't matter. I'm not a face-saving person. ”

Jing Yao said.

Whether it's teasing each other or teasing yourself.

At least make the situation in front of you less tense.

She didn't dare to say that she had experienced the vicissitudes of life and tasted the world.

But now, Zhao Mingming also has her own unique style of acting and state of mind.

"So do I. I just want to get by. ”

Zhao Mingming nodded and said.

After coming out of Bogulou, Zhao Mingming has been sleeping soundly.

But in the dream, it is a rare time alone.

This world is indeed very tasteful.

Not only the sweetness and sourness of the food in the fireworks, but also the light but continuous fragrance.

When he first went down the mountain, this world was tender to Zhao Mingming.

Although it was still snowy and cold, it was yellow-green like the weeping willows in early spring, and it had just budded.

There are many truths and knots in the heart that can only be figured out and enlightened when you sit quietly and alone.

A lot of aroma and blood, and only when you sink your heart down, can you see, smell, and feel.

Although there are constant disturbances and fights in the Bogu Building.

But it's still a bookish place.

As soon as the wind blows, it involuntarily sways.

wants to refuse and welcome, and wants to cover up and be ashamed, it is really green.

But a figure is deeply imprinted in this blank space.

Although it is if it is about to leave, it can be long and long.

Sometimes there is erosion in the customs, but there is also the tranquility of the ancient temples in the deep mountains, the arbitrariness of the clear springs in the mountains, and the freedom of egrets.

What's more, but it's a large blank space in Zhao Mingming's heart.

Like his like.

Others may seem lonely, but she doesn't feel lonely.

Zhao Mingming is so different.

Loving his love.

Jing Yao felt that Zhao Mingming was the second woman with backbone he had met in the Five Great Princes.

Similarly, he himself is also Zhao Mingming's second target for sword after he came to the world.

No matter how deep the love is, how shallow the love is.

It's all her own happiness.

The first is the first and only one.

But the story of "first" has always happened very suddenly.

Twenty is a magic number.

It's not low, but it's much better than one and three.

After it is over, perhaps the mind is still stuck in the moment before it happened.

The third is a bit slack......

No one is prepared for anything.

If you don't prepare, you can't savor it.

Only the "second" is the best.

Not only is there sufficient preparation, but the freshness has not completely dissipated.

How can something that has already happened twice still feel new?

No matter who it is, it is difficult to lift the spirit......

"That person, it's not a girl, you can save it with kindness. ”

Jing Yao said.

Zhao Mingming and Jing Yao are each other's "second".

It's a very interesting thing.

Such a man with five big and three rough sitting, sitting up, is worse than the eldest lady who has lived in the boudoir for a long time......

With such a style of acting, how can you not be despised by Zhao Mingming?

She didn't even give up persuasion.

As soon as these words came out, even Zhao Mingming became a little impatient......

"I don't want to kill her. On the contrary, I want her to live, and the idea is probably as strong as that of you, girl. ”

Jing Yao said.

"I may not be able to save it with kindness, but why can you be ruthless and must kill someone?"

Zhao Mingming asked rhetorically.

This is also what Gao Renli asked Jing Yao to do.

With his starting point, he didn't want to have a bad relationship with the people in the altar court.

He would never let the little girl die.

The people in the altar were still waiting for him to bring the little girl back.

After all, it would be a pity for such a backbone girl to die in the hands of those people in the altar who made Jing Yao look extremely unpleasant.

Gao Ren and Zhao Mingming didn't know.

But Jing Yao, as a member of the grassland royal court, didn't care about that bullshit altar at all......

All he cared about was the woman in the Qinglou who was taken hostage.

Regardless of whether it is male or female, as long as this person has enough backbone, he can win the respect of the grassland people.

The woman in the Qinglou did not change her face when she was held by Jing Yao's knife on her neck.

The reason why Jing Yao didn't make a move on Zhao Mingming at this moment was the same.

The prairie people look forward to heroes, and each of them is a hard bone that cannot be chewed or broken.

But Zhao Mingming is the opposite.

Although her expression was calm, there was a throbbing slowly flowing in her heart,

Now Zhao Mingming is not at all deterred by his sword.

How could he not be admired?

The spirit is always able to dominate the heart.

Although it seems that external objects are touched by the ears, eyes, and hands, they are actually perceived by the spirit.

Zhao Mingming's spirit moves along with foreign objects.

Although her eyes were staring at Jing Yao's sword, she could still see a sparrow outside the piano suddenly waking up on its fingers and flapping its wings.

"Isn't it ridiculous for a pursuer to say such a thing?"

Zhao Mingming snorted coldly and said.

Zhao Mingming looked at Jing Yao's sword, and countless thoughts couldn't stop boiling.

It's like when you see a mountain, you can think of the mountain that looks like a peak on the side of the ridge, and the mountains change from far and near. When you see the sea, you can think of the waves crashing on the shore like thousands of horses galloping.

immediately put the knife in his hand horizontally, in order to let Zhao Mingming take a closer look at his blade.

Zhao Mingming looked at it and frowned.

"It turns out that the girl's misunderstanding is here...... However, it is true that the injuries on her body were not caused by us. ”

Jing Yao said.

It will never be a scimitar in Jing Yao's hands.

And the rest of the fragmented wounds are even more incredible......

The knife in Jing Yao's hand did not match the wound on the little girl's body......

The two serious injuries to the little girl's chest and back were obviously caused by the long sword.

"So that's what you're talking about?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

But a person like Jing Yao who wields a scimitar generally can't have any unique and weird blades.

If he were standing here empty-handed, no matter what he explained, it would be of no avail.

Zhao Mingming felt a little headache......

Obviously, he just saved someone casually on the way.

She thought to herself, since these people in front of her are not here to hunt down and kill the little girl.

The hardship that Jing Yao said before must be that she must get this little girl.

Even if Zhao Mingming still has a way out, she doesn't want to go.

She stared sideways at the sword at her waist.

There are so many things involved behind it.

But that's it.

Jing Yao looked at it and knew that this sword battle was inevitable.

I had to sigh softly......

The hilt of the sword in the hand, loosen, clench, clench, and release again.

After several repetitions, it is finally a thorough grip on the two firms.

Now it's another Zhao Mingming.

Could it be that the people of the Five Great Princely Domains have such a strange temper?

The only thing that made him feel strange was that Zhao Mingming definitely had nothing to do with that little girl, why did she stand up so much?

Previously, Liu Ruiying could have pretended not to know and turned around.

And he himself is not a man in the royal domain.

Helplessly, Jing Yao also regained her grip on the knife.

Jing Yao couldn't think of it anyway.

Zhao Mingming is not human at all.

He raised his chin slightly.

The eyes of the eyes reappeared.

Salute before soldiers, and he has done it.

This is not a transaction, and if you can't negotiate, you will lose your righteousness.

All that remained was the sword and sword, and the blood was muddy.