The wind is heavy and the rain is heavy.

Tang Qian had already pulled Zhou Sheng out of the yamen, and he walked faster. The yamen leads directly to a city gate, Tang Qian didn't have time to care which gate of Los Angeles it was, and now his steps seemed to be only on the tip of his toes, and every time he clicked into a small puddle on the ground, it was just a gentle ripple.

"Is this a light skill?" Zhou Sheng could naturally see Tang Qian's footwork, because he was being carried by Tang Qian.

"Maybe, I'll have a lot, I don't know what it is, maybe it's really called light work. Tang Qian said easily, but his expression was not relaxed at all.

The rain was as heavy as the water tilted, and the water on the eaves of the houses on the street had tilted into a stream, Tang Qian's expression changed suddenly, and then he didn't know how he did it, carrying a person in the shape of a person and moving forward half a step forward, crossing a puddle that he was about to fall.

Tang Qian is now stepping on a stone brick that does not accumulate water.

It's raining, walking on the road, and it seems to be a normal thing to have stagnant water, but Zhou Sheng's somewhat sunken eyes are very keen to find that now they are surrounded by water unconsciously, all of which are very small puddles, but the arrangement of these things always makes Zhou Sheng feel a little unnatural.

Tang Qian slowly squatted down, even if he squatted down, he still carried Zhou Sheng, Tang Qian's tall figure made Zhou Sheng unable to touch the water on the ground.

Tang Qian stretched out his hand and reached for a puddle close to him, and his hand reached in.

This is not a lake, let alone a river, just a puddle of water in the flat land, but Tang Qian's hand really stretched into it, and directly passed a whole hand from the flat ground, Zhou Sheng knew that if Tang Qian wanted to, the whole person could go in, this was originally a dangerous place for these puddles.

"It's a trap. Tang Qian probably said it to Zhou Sheng, Tang Qian only felt that there was a sudden extra force in his hand, and his squatting body was suddenly crooked, and he was about to fall into the puddle, Tang Qian pulled his hand violently, and brought up a splash, and suddenly stretched out a hand in the splash, grabbing Zhou Sheng who was being carried by Tang Qian, Tang Qian once again moved two steps behind him, and once again stepped on a stone brick without puddles.

It was as if there was no one attached to the back of the hand, and it was like a stream of water, and after flying out of the splash, the part of the arm was already full of water, and fell into the other water on the ground, as if it had never appeared.

Tang Qian held his breath, and he touched the burden he was carrying on his shoulders.

The eaves of the house flowed, dripping to the ground, splashing a ripple - the thousands of splashes of water all condensed into ice needles in an instant, like arrows shot by a strong bow, swishing towards Tang Qian.

Tang Qian's big sleeves full of patches turned and blocked most of them, and even if those ice needles were shot on Tang Qian's clothes, they instantly turned into white steam, I don't know when Tang Qian's face was once again the same as when he was about to vomit in the alley before, his face was flushed, and white steam even came out of his head, the whole person was terriblely hot, and those ice needles had melted when they touched Tang Qian's clothes.

And some of the ice needles that didn't hit Tang Qian's sleeve or hit his body were melted into columns of water by the heat on his body.

Tang Qian's hand was still waving his sleeves to block the endless stream of ice needles in front of him, and the water column behind him that had missed him was unexpectedly converging out a human figure, and countless ice needles finally fell to the ground with only a few small water droplets, and a human form made of water was already complete, Tang Qian's eyes were still looking at the direction of the ice needle launch, and the figure behind him had already quietly touched it-

The humanoid target made by this water is not Zhou Sheng this time, but Tang Qian, who can vaguely see that this is a graceful woman, the water droplets that make up her body have just landed, and her person has already jumped, and it may only be a few moments in between, the humanoid has already twisted his body in the air, and a whip leg is aimed at Tang Qian's head.

Silent, mixed with wind and rain.

Zhou Sheng saw it, but he didn't have time to remind him, he could see this gradually manifesting human form, and he even recognized that this was the woman who had just given Liu Taishou an umbrella, and her slender legs were very conspicuous.

Tang Qian was kicked, but the woman's expression that had gradually become clear was a little surprised, because her foot didn't feel the feeling of a person's neck being kicked off.

There was only a tattered robe left at her feet, and Tang Qian's people were already a few feet away with Zhou Sheng, and he was still holding a rag full of patches in his hand, which was a baggage cloth, and the things in the baggage had been scattered all over the ground, Zhou Sheng could see that there were some gadgets on the ground, bits and pieces, there were strangely shaped straw men, a few wooden teacups, and some turned out to be bottles and cans, some of which were beautiful with patterns, and I didn't know what was inside.

It's never just these clutters in the baggage.

Tang Qian's broken sword, which was like a broken piece of iron, had already been nailed to the ground, and the long-legged woman already had a big hole in her stomach, which was thicker than her arm, not like it had been pierced by a sword.

The blood hole of the sword stab is generally much thinner.

The hole in the woman's stomach was not blood, but water, and her body now had a faint blue color, not exactly as transparent as rain.

She pinched a spell in one hand and tugged at it with the other.

Tang Qian's clothes were still wet with the rain, and all the water on his clothes flew in the direction of the woman with the woman's gestures, just like a river returning to the ocean, and at the same time, the blood on Tang Qian's body had a feeling of restlessness.

The magic trick in the woman's hand changed.

It seems that every drop of rain has become a woman's weapon, and the ice needles shot at Tang Qian from all directions, and the water droplets that had just been sucked from Tang Qian's body, the ice needles were thicker and faster, but Tang Qian's body was still steaming, and the ice needles couldn't hurt him for the time being, he didn't even look at the things he fell on the ground, picked Zhou Sheng up horizontally, protected him, and strode out of the city.

The woman didn't say a word, as if there was only the sound of wind and rain in heaven and earth.

Along the way, the raindrops of the entire heaven and earth were Tang Qian's enemies, and the ice needles on the road that did not hit Tang Qian pierced all the way, and after a while, they dissolved on their own, if someone saw it at this time, they would just feel that the rain was really heavy, and there was nothing else wrong.

The power of the ice needle was increasing, and it seemed that with every step Tang Qian took, the hostility of this heaven and earth towards Tang Qian would increase.

Tang Qian ran all the way to the largest bridge in the Luohe River in the city, and at this time his sleeves had begun to freeze, and without thinking about it, he dodged and got under the bridge.

There is a small piece of masonry under the bridge hole, which can stand people.

It's actually dry here.

When you get here, the rain around you turns back to normal rain.

However, Tang Qian found that there was also a person squatting in the same position on the other side of the bridge, his hands in his sleeves, curled up under the bridge.

It turned out to be the catcher who was on an errand at the yamen.

"What, do you want to arrest me and go back to work? Isn't it, when did Xia Yubing's little lady still find such a helper as you?"

Tang Qian only felt very bad.