"Two kids. Yang Miaomiao said slowly, her eyes under the candle light were a little weird.

The stone lion can't say that he is disappointed or not disappointed, and his mood is complicated.

"No matter what happens, no matter when, I won't allow these three children to return to Chuxian," Yang Miaomiao's voice was particularly ethereal in this cold and snowy night, "As long as I see them again, they won't want to live." ”

The lumps scurried straight to the head like a snake.

Lao Tzu responded, "Although this beautiful woman gives him a bad feeling, it is right for him not to beat around the bush, as for the reason...... It doesn't matter why the stone lion is there, where are there so many in the world? Just give him one chicken, and send two more...... It's a big deal to throw it halfway, "When?"

"Later. Yang Miao muttered.

Shi Shishi breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes turned, and he just wanted to grind a few more words to accuse Yang Miaomiao of Li Han, but the middle-aged man who should have been by Yang Miaomiao's side had long since disappeared.

The stone lion was dumbfounded, and when she looked at Yang Miao again, it was her face that sank like water.

"Pills for defilement. ”

snatched the flying jade bottle with his bare hands, and looked at the woman who got up, the stone lion's eyes were as big as copper bells.

"Tonight's matter, I'm afraid I'm going to bother the stone lion to make a move. Yang Miaomiao said in a heavy tone.

"......" pinched the jade bottle in his hand, and the stone lion cursed in his heart.

It's groundwater for no reason...... It's better for Lao Tzu to deal less with women in the future...... How to say that the stinky old immortal used to be, and sure enough, the woman is as fierce as a tiger, and she is ...... Ahh

The candle flame is flickering, like bright and extinguished, and there is a shadow.

......

"Song Gongzi?"

Qingling likes those people with bookish energy, Zhuangyuan has it, she likes it, Su Ling has it, she likes it too, and although Song Song in front of her has a bookish atmosphere, although she looks good, her face is a little mean, especially the narrow and slightly upturned eyes, but she doesn't like it.

But Song Song is a friend of his wife.

"Pick up the girl, go through the back door, remember, use the one who goes, don't run, and, don't look back. Song Song sat on the chair, one leg on the other, the fingers of his right hand knocked the table again and again, and the left hand held the fan again and again and opened the iron fan made of stainless steel in his hand. His face sank like water, and the corners of his eyes rose more and more vigorously, "Madame's defilement pill, but there are still them?"

"And a few more. Although he didn't know Song Song's intention of asking about the Pill, Qing Ling still answered honestly.

"Take a pill, the little girl eats slimy. Song Song got up instantly, "Give me a pill." ”

“...... Song Gongzi didn't stay with the girl?" Qing Ling took out a bottle from the pouch he was carrying, and asked gently, his eyebrows and eyes becoming more and more docile.

“...... Heh......" Song Song frowned, stepped to Qingling's side, put away the fan that was open, and the tip of the fan was gently placed on the palm of his other hand, making a slight "pop" sound, he said coldly, "You, what are you thinking, I know it clearly, master, but if you don't leave, I will throw you out, now!

Song Song's shadow under the candle quickly pulled away from the slender girl, and it was getting farther and farther away.

Retracting his gaze from Qingling's brisk back, looking at the porcelain vase in his hand, Song Song sneered.

This seemingly young girl has a lot of ghost ideas.

Why don't you stay next to the little girl, naturally, it is on which side he is, which side will attract the attention of those people more.

But it is human nature to be greedy for life and afraid of death, Song Song understands, but she just doesn't like this big girl to play these tricks in front of her eyes.

The candlelight fell on Song Song's good-looking side face.

Want...... Here it comes.

......

"The peak master asked, yes, yes or no. ”

Li Han looked at the four people who were almost one with the night, and it was one of them who spoke up.

When no one was paying attention, the moon quietly wrapped herself tightly and did not leak a single light.

There is no light.

But it's good, no light is needed.

Li Han made a move, and there was no wind like no wind.

The five people are from Mingfeng, each has their own strengths in martial arts, and when they are released, they can be regarded as masters between second-rate and first-class.

But knotting the strengths of five people is a kind of combined attack technique. The combined attack technique can be regarded as a group fight like a scoundrel, but the comprehensive combat power can be compared to a real first-class master.

However, there are also highs and lows for first-class masters.

Interrupt them.

Li Han's thoughts were crude and direct.

When one cockroach flies in front of your eyes, it will be disgusting, and five cockroaches will make people want to shoot them to death when they fly in front of your eyes.

But if you don't have the right way and want to shoot the whole lump to death, it will make them take advantage of the loophole and take the opportunity to bite you.

Therefore, it is really necessary to look at the land one by one.

There was a cockroach rolling its eyes, and its internal organs were smashed by two punches.

He threw himself limply into the snow, blood slowly foaming from his mouth.

Li Han looked at the others who quickly dispersed, and closed his fists, his eyes waveless.

Also, four cockroaches.

The wind whispered, as if a monk was chanting.

......

When the iron fan made of stainless steel is opened, when viewed from the side, it seems to magnify the butterfly with its wings closed and fluttering in the palm of its hand, which is exquisite and harmless to humans and animals.

Who would have thought that this thing would point its wings at a person's throat?

The head rolled on the ground, and a black cloth covered it.

Blood splattered out, Song Song looked at the blood that spurted out, and then looked at the residual blood at the tip of the fan, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

The blood is not red.

"Ming Feng controls people, and it is still this method, it has been so long, and it hasn't changed. Song Song had a disdainful smile on his lips, he closed the iron fan, carried it with one hand, and looked at the two people not far away, "Let me guess, master, how many people are there?"

"Ding!!"

When the iron fan opened again, it fluttered like a falling butterfly, and then caught the filaments that were coming straight to him.

"It's disgusting......"

Song Song used his internal strength and used the iron fan to pull the person who used the heavenly silk over.

The tip of the fan was aimed at the throat of the person who was rapidly approaching Song Song—

"Idiot. ”

The man leaned back, believing that the fan would come from the back of his neck, and even his companion thought so, so he turned to his companion who was leaning back, trying to hold the fan from whatever direction it came.

When they heard Song Song's unhesitating sneer, they were still unwavering.

It was also the one who stood sideways, and died unshakenly.

The fan split his brain in half from top to bottom.

The iron fan was stuck in his brain, and the person who was stuck with the fan also got what he wanted and "buckled" the iron fan.

When the man who leaned back saw this, he was afraid that he would make up for his companions, so he got up, how dare he lean back and invite you into the urn?

......