Three days later, at dawn, at the junction of Gusu and Lingzhou in the Western Regions, in a blood-stained mountain stream, three figures were wounded and left, leaving behind seven figures covered in black night clothes.

Four days later, at midnight, the distance between the two figures gradually lengthened, and the figure in front of them returned again, tightly holding the wrist of the figure behind them, and escaped into the dark alley, their ears from time to time heard the sound of slight footsteps and the rubble rubbing.

Five days later, at dusk, the sky seemed to have been smeared with blood, and in a canyon in Lingzhou in the Western Regions, a young man with a dagger in his left arm hugged a delicate figure with blood stained at the corner of his mouth, and jumped into the turbulent river under the canyon, and six black shadows died under their swords.

In the past ten days of encirclement and pursuit, the casualties of the vertical and horizontal killers have been as high as thirty-five, including eight purple diamond-level killers, in addition to being killed by Sikong Haoran, Wutong, and Qingqiu, the three major killer organizations of Dujiang Yin, Wuyi Lane, and Qidian are also fishing in troubled waters, and even among these killers, there are "partners" who stab in the back.

In the last battle, because the two deviated from the direction, Qingqiu could only agree on a certain place to meet.

The Slayer Killer has lost track of Sikong Haoran and Wutong, and no matter how much they look in the direction of the river, they can't find it again.

And the star-level killer who took over the task of assassinating Huangquan was even more furious, he was misled by the information of the Blazing Guild, and he was in the dangerous Soul Eater Demon Cave at the moment, and now he was in a dilemma.

There were still twelve hours before the mission deadline, and he searched all over the periphery of the Soul Eater Demon Cave, but he didn't find anyone with a similar breath to Huangquan, and he was trapped in the encirclement and illusion of demonic beasts several times, and the anger that burned in his heart was that those besieging demonic beasts and lowly mystical people were poisoned by him one after another.

The Killer Organization has strict rules that once a task is taken, if it is not completed within the agreed time, three times the level of the killer will be deducted from the level of the killer for the completed task, four times the equivalent bounty will be deducted, and severe punishment will be given.

Huang Quan's current level is platinum, which does not affect his killer level, if he does not complete the task after twelve hours, the organization will deduct 400 million purple gold coins from his badge, which means that the purple gold coins saved by taking missions over the years will be deducted, and maybe there may be debts?

It's not surprising that star-level killers have hundreds of millions of purple gold coins in their hands, and some will have more, but buying pills, intelligence, secret techniques... All need purple gold coins, and it's a hole that can never be filled.

Rank, purple gold coins are all trivial things, and more serious than these is the reputation of a killer.

If a star-level killer can't even solve a weak platinum level, and can't find a trace of his target, then he will become the laughing stock of everyone in the killer world, and he will be forever branded with the word shame, and it will accompany his career.

Since Sikong Haoran jumped into the turbulent river with the sycamore in his arms, due to the ferocity of the water, the two of them lurked under the water at a depth of fifty meters, and went farther and farther with the rapid rushing water.

What they don't know is that there is a dark river under the river, and the two of them are not walking in the original path of the river, but are swept in the other direction, which is why the Killer of the Vertical and Horizontal Killer did not find them along the way.

In a dark cavern, a cluster of fire crackled and crackled, perhaps someone like them had been swept into the place, leaving behind a little bit of wood.

Wutong leaned against a dry rock wall, her face slightly pale, and the wet clothes on her body had been evaporated by Sikong Haoran's Xuan Qi. On the other side of the bonfire, Sikong Haoran looked in her direction from time to time, while gently scooping the silver-scaled golden carp soup with a rich fragrance on the bonfire.

"Uh-huh!" a slight voice came from between Sycamore's lips and teeth, and she slowly opened her eyes to see a slightly eager face.

"Don't move, it's just bandaged, it'll tear the wound!" Sikong Haoran knelt down, grabbed her arms with both hands, and gently adjusted a comfortable sitting position for her.

The previous scenes were replayed in Wutong's mind, especially the picture when she was close to Sikong Haoran, which made her slightly pale cheeks swell with anger and a faint redness.

The first kiss is gone!

The stinging pain from her left shoulder made her eyebrows frown slightly, and through the mottled firelight, the light-striped blue shirt that was tightly bound to her body had been lifted at this moment, and the delicate skin like the first snow was looming, and even the towering silhouette could be seen.

His body was also seen by him!

Sikong Haoran's soul realm was so big, how could he not notice the change in Wutong's expression and aura, seeing her raised right hand, he wanted to use the soul power of the pseudo-heaven realm to press it back, but he still gave up this plan.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound echoed in the dark cavern, and the echo lasted for three breaths before it disappeared, and he was slapped firmly, but the force was not as great as he imagined, and at most he tickled.

Sikong Haoran was not angry, nor did he leave, but still knelt and squatted on Wutong's side, looked at her eyes that were almost about to erupt fire, took out the water bladder from the Sumeru Na ring, and said lightly: "If you have injuries on your body, don't move, drink saliva first." ”

Wutong stared at his eyes, the anger on his body became more and more intense, looking at the water bladder handed over, the anger in his eyes burned for a while, and it was no longer so hot.

The first kiss was gone, his body was seen by him, and the sacred place was touched by him, as soon as these three sentences and these three pictures appeared in his mind, the anger that was about to be extinguished was ignited again.

If any of these things had happened to other people, it is estimated that Shadow Butterfly would have wiped his neck and his bones would have been dismantled.

"Look at what I'm doing, come... Mouth. Sikong Haoran was originally a wooden person, and he was also a person who didn't know how to take care of others, and he had cooperated with each other for so long, sharing life and death, especially Wutong blocked a sword for him at a critical moment, so that his closed heart door slowly opened a gap.

The anger ignited by the sycamore was extinguished after the last two words fell, and the ghost made the god open his lips and teeth slightly.

"Why is there a faint fragrance?" Sycamore asked weakly, snorting.

The corners of Sikong Haoran's mouth hooked slightly, and he appeared by the bonfire in a flash, took out a wooden bowl and a wooden spoon from the Sumeru ring, and took out a bowl of fragrant silver-scale gold carp soup, came to Wutong's side, and sat down cross-legged.

"Whew!" slowly blew into the wooden spoon, then looked up and said, "It's a little hot." ”

Wutong looked at Sikong Haoran quietly, as if he knew him for the first time, the wooden, unsmiling, uninteresting, and angry he was all gone, and at the moment he was as gentle and considerate as a big boy next door.

At this moment, he is like the refreshing wind of the mountain stream and the warm light of the ancient city, tightly surrounding and caring for her.

Wutong usually looks changeable, scheming, and a real cold-blooded killer, but she is only a sixteen-year-old girl after all, and during this period of time, from the original protection task, teasing, to the present standing up, life and death depend on each other, although it is only a short period of more than ten days, but it has left a certain mark in her soul.

Her heart trembled violently, her head drooped slightly, her pink red lips opened slightly, and the rich fish soup overflowed everywhere on her lips and teeth, and a warm current flowed from her throat into her limbs, which seemed to be a different taste, even mixed with a faint joy that even she had not noticed.

"Do you still make fish soup?" Wutong pursed his lips, raised his head slightly, and opened his lips and teeth slightly.

There was still a slight anger in her voice, but it was much better than before, perhaps it was the smell of silver scale and golden carp soup that diluted the anger, or maybe hunger drove away all the worries and unhappiness.

"My grandfather and I often go out to practice, sometimes we stay in the Warcraft Forest for a month or two, or even more than half a year," Sikong Haoran scooped up a spoonful of fish soup again, put it to his lips and blew it, and then handed it to Wutong, and said with a smile: "At first, this was all made by grandpa, and I had food when I woke up, and sometimes I stayed by the side, and he would also tell me how to make it delicious." ”

"Then he threw me in one place, and he himself didn't know where to hide and eat good food. Sometimes I was chased and killed by the monsters, and I couldn't eat enough food, so I could only eat some dry food and eat the flesh and blood of the monsters; sometimes I hid in a place, and I made my own food, which attracted my grandfather, you don't know, my grandfather had eaten a bad stomach several times. ”

Sikong Haoran laughed as he spoke, and a faint smile appeared on Wutong's slightly pale face, and then he was startled by his last sentence.

"That was when I was just learning before, but now it's much better. Sikong Haoran shook his head with a smile, and reached out to wipe the soup stain on Wutong's lips, this small action, not to mention how intimate it was.

Wutong's eyes seemed to be dodging, and the temperature left by Sikong Haoran on her lips made her heart beat violently,... Her eyes were blinking, and the strange emotions in her eyes were hidden by her.

Sikong Haoran's mind came up with the figure of his grandfather, counting, he hadn't seen him for almost two years, and then looked at Wutong: "There are still many in the iron pot, I'll go and serve another bowl." ”

Looking at the figure by the campfire, the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful arc.

Time is slowly passing, under the cover of the bonfire, whispers and laughter are heard from this cave from time to time, it turns out that he is also a master of flirting with girls.

After drinking three bowls of silver scale golden carp soup, Wutong's complexion was obviously much better than before, and at this moment, she sat cross-legged, and after taking the healing pill, she used Xuan Gong to repair the injuries in her body.

On the other side of the bonfire, Sikong Haoran was also sitting cross-legged, his injuries were much better than Wutong's, his strong physique, qi and blood, and at this time he showed his metamorphosis recovery ability.

But he was not idle, Qiankun Fu was running rapidly, all the heaven and earth Xuan Qi and elements in the cave, even the free elements in the dark river, especially the wood element, were constantly whistling, and a large part of them went in the direction where Wutong was, repairing the injuries in her body.

Wutong felt the rich wood element around him, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Sikong Haoran opposite, revealing a trace of doubt, and discovered early on that he could absorb and manipulate the elemental power between heaven and earth.

This kind of manipulation and ingestion can only be done by the strongest person whose strength has reached the level of a sword master, and this kind of beyond the scope of common sense made her feel very surprised, and she muttered in her heart: "Mysterious stinky boy." ”

Gathering his mind, his eyes gradually closed, greedily absorbing the wood elements around him.

Nine hours later, two figures emerged from a pool of water, leaping high like dragonflies dotting water, and then the majestic Xuan Qi in their bodies evaporated the water stains on the robes, and disappeared towards the agreed position.

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