Fortunately, Funeral Night and Seven Killings did not encounter the red-haired giant ape again along the way, otherwise it would not have been possible to escape so smoothly.

The Demon Ape Mountain is farther and farther behind him, and the remnant sun reflects the figures of the two people gradually moving away, and the funeral night and the seven killings always maintain a certain distance, for fear that this girl will suddenly attack.

"Funeral Night ......"

The abrupt voice of the Seven Kills sounded behind him, and the Burial Night rushed forward a few steps out of instinct, and in an instant, the Lime Powder and the Cloud Flame Knife both appeared at the same time.

But after putting on a good posture, I found that the seven kills didn't move at all, and there was no trace of combat status in appearance.

"This ......" The funeral night embarrassed to withdraw his weapon, not that he was cautious, but that he was vigilant against the funeral night of the Yipinhui from the bones.

Seven Kills couldn't help laughing, especially this Demon King of the Mixed World Ping had no heart or lungs, especially when he was in the pit Yipin, he felt that he had never blinked.

Why are you so timid?

"Little Pi Niang, no matter how you say it, we are friends in trouble, you say yes?"

"Whoever is with you is a friend in trouble, I can't wait to kill you now. Seven Killings said angrily.

"Don't force me, don't forget that you still have the handle in my hands! ”

"You...... Despicable!" The Seven Killings are really murderous.

"Despicable, no matter how despicable I am on the night of my funeral, I can't compare to you. ”

Seven killings are silent, although they are not convinced, what the funeral night said is indeed the truth, and the entanglement between him and Yipinhui from beginning to end has always been a passive counterattack.

If you think about it, the seven killings will be like the night of the funeral.

This is a loss, and Seven Kills does not refute it.

"Forget it, girl, that's the end of today's business! You will meet again in the future, you are tired today, and I really don't want to fight. "On the night of the funeral, he left the bronze armor and armor of the Seven Killings and swaggered away.

Seven Kills didn't move, nor did he speak, just staring blankly at the back of the fading away.

"You damn bastard!" it took a long time for her to pick up the bronze armor, but her heart was so mixed that she couldn't tell what kind of attitude she had about the funeral night.

But his eyes burst into tears.

Seven Kills is usually cold, and he is not enthusiastic about anyone, and the first time he shed tears was after returning from the main altar of the Five Poisons Sect, he was buried and cried at night.

And this time, I don't know how to cry Seven Kills, in short, she just wants to cry at the moment.

When I walked out of the forest, Yipin Club also sent someone to answer it, but too many details were not revealed, and others would not ask more, because they all knew her character.

"Who the hell is he? Why do you want to hide your face, why do I think I've seen him?" the seven killings in the carriage began to think as they looked at the bronze armor armor in the storage bag.

............

After leaving the Demon Ape Mountain on the night of the funeral, walk along the Yunjiang River, this is a tributary of the Cangjiang River, the water flow is stable, the scenery along the way is also good, you can reach the east of the city by going up, but the road to turn is farther!

The waterway is very lively, and ships often pass by, some for carrying passengers, others for transporting goods.

I begged for a few times on the night of the funeral, but I didn't get a response.

Boredom, he sat alone on the rocks by the river, took out the bone flute and played "Farewell".

Perhaps because of the special material of the bone flute, the sound quality played is particularly weird, and the whole artistic conception is different with the song "Farewell".

On the night of the funeral, butterflies flew and danced around him, and birds landed on the branches to chirp and chirp.

Passing ships are on the dock, all listening quietly.

Perhaps it is because the rivers and lakes are used to blood, and it is rare that this song can make the soul precipitate, sublimate the thoughts, experience the love of children, and feel the warmth of friendship.

Some people listen to reluctance, some people listen to longing, some people listen to sorrow, and some people listen to precipitation.

Different people hear different moods.

There was an elegant cabin in the freighter, and Xiao Qi listened quietly with his hands on his cheeks, feeling that every note seemed to penetrate the soul and imprint it in his heart.

"The lonely clouds are sour, and the sun is cold. ”

"Beraodong, Feiyanxi, parting with Junchang. ”

"Tears like rain in the robe, who is the same as the words. ”

"Outside the long pavilion, next to the ancient road, the grass is green. ”

"The evening breeze and the sound of the flute are remnant, and the sunset is outside the mountain. ”

Xiao Qi chanted along with the melody, echoing in his heart over and over again.

A lot of people on the deck were boiling, "Look! Butterflies dancing with him?"

"And the birds are chirping. ”

"Who is this man? ”

"Zheng !!!"

At this moment, there was another sound of pipa from the boat, which was in harmony with the flute, and the two different sound qualities played a rare artistic conception.

"It's Xiao Qi's pipa!" many people on the deck looked back at the cabin.

Rivals who fight in beautiful tunes lay down their arms, lovers hug each other, friends cherish each other, high rollers raise wine, and confidants smile and welcome.

Someone recorded the footage and posted it on the forum.

The flute fell, the pipa stopped, and everyone was still unsatisfied.

"Little brother, please stay, can you get on the boat for a while?"

On the night of the funeral, I found that a freighter was moored in front of me at some point. The people above all looked at him.

He was received by a big man, in his forties, who called himself Wang Xiong.

On the night of the funeral, he also reported his home, but the other party was very unfamiliar and had never heard of this name, indicating that this group of people should not be from the south of the city.

The night of the funeral was somewhat disappointing, and it was normal to think about it the other way around, because not everyone likes to follow the forums.

Xiao Qi also came out at dinner, she was wearing a goose-yellow dress, her whole body was very beautiful, her temperament was noble, and she gave people a clear and refined beauty.

The two looked at each other and smiled and didn't speak, but this smile also made the funeral night surging for a long time.

Although Xiao Qi's facial features are not as delicate as Hua Jue Love, he has a unique beauty, especially the noble temperament like holy light, which has never been seen on the funeral night.

After that, the freighter continued to move forward, and the bright moon hung high to reflect the river, giving people a refreshing and beautiful view.

Suddenly, an arrow flew through the wind, and with a "grab" sound, it was nailed to the cabin, and it was three points into the wood, and the tail of the arrow trembled and made a buzzing and trembling sound.

"There is a situation!"

The more than 20 people on the boat all showed their weapons in an instant, including ghost-headed broadswords, eyebrow sticks, sharp swords, and all kinds of everything.

The action is also neat and orderly, and the selection of sides and positions is equivalent to exquisiteness, which is not much better than the shadow killing team of the Yipinhui.

"These people are all masters!" Funeral Night was secretly surprised, he had really paid attention to these people since he got on the boat.

In the distance, a dozen small boats swam rapidly towards this direction, each with seven or eight men, the bow of the boat was brightly lit, and the archers were on either side.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The sound of breaking the air roared again, and countless sharp arrows swarmed like carps crossing the river.

"Bright shield!" Wang Xiong ordered, and more than a dozen people immediately stood on the bow of the boat, holding swarthy shields to resist.