If you think that Meng Qingyi only knows how to slip his tongue, then you can't be wrong.

It's just that once Meng Qingyi holds the knife in his hand, it's different.

At any time, Meng Qingyi can be frivolous, only when he holds the knife, his expression is as pious as a believer.

Now, Meng Qingyi is like this, and his hanging hand finally holds the knife.

Have you ever heard the vibration of a bee's wings, which is a knife out of its sheath.

Heaven and earth, you can't see anything.

But even Xue Qi's eyebrows couldn't help but sink.

Even if it belongs to the same five knives, it can't see the brilliant blade, but there is a feeling of pleasure.

At this moment, even Xue Qi had to admit that Meng Qingyi's knife was almost upside down.

In the billowing black smoke, only a flash of light flickered.

It was clearly the woman's hand that came first, and the long whip shook twice in the air, and then hit Meng Qingyi's lips like a thunderbolt.

By the time the woman reacted, the whip had already been broken.

The whip was made of the toughest tendons on the cow's body, and even the scissors of Ma Ziquan could not cut it, and the knife flashed and cut it in half.

Xue Qi finally saw the knife clearly.

The knife was short and thin, and at this moment it was leaning on the woman's shoulder.

Although the woman covered the black cloth, the iron blue on her face could still be seen, and the hatred in Feng's eyes was more obvious, staring at Meng Qingyi like a needle, as if she wanted to pierce people's hearts.

The chubby round man urn said angrily.

"Grandma!"

Meng Qingyi said coldly.

"Don't move. ”

Of course, you can't move, the knife is attached to your neck, and you can take off your head at any time.

Meng Qingyi said.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're She Yuxiang. ”

The woman gritted her teeth fiercely.

"You're not mistaken. ”

Meng Qingyi said.

"Then your husband should be Jiang Tianfeng. ”

The woman was silent for a moment, but her eyes were a little hazy, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked.

"That's my man. ”

Meng Qingyi said sharply.

"That's not wrong, I cut off Jiang Tianfeng's head. ”

The haze was immediately stained with smoke and rain, and his eyes were red, but he had not yet broken free from his memory, and muttered.

"Before leaving, the dead ghost still led me to go boating, the green water is quiet, the waves are also faint, my man hugged others, and said in his ear that he loved me. ”

"We've been together for seventeen years, but every time the dead ghost says that, I can't help but get heartbroken. ”

Sure enough, anyone could see the slight crimson on the woman's face.

She Yuxiang continued.

"The dead ghost promised me to give me the 'Afang Red Stone'. That's the rarest red gem in the wilderness, what woman can't like it!"

The crimson faded eagerly from her face, and She Yuxiang said.

"I didn't wait for my 'Ah Fang Hongshi', but I only waited for the death of my man. ”

Soon, hatred took over all countenances.

"It's you, it's you, it's you who destroyed my dreams. If I don't kill you, how can I get revenge!"

Meng Qingyi said coldly.

"It's just that you can't forget who has a deadly knife around his neck!"

She Yuxiang suddenly started laughing, and the laughter was so weird that people couldn't help but have skin bumps.

She Yuxiang said lightly.

"Do you really think you can kill me?"

Meng Qingyi asked rhetorically.

"I can't?"

She Yuxiang was leisurely, and she didn't have any fear of the knife on her shoulder, but changed the topic and said.

"There's a man who doesn't know if you know or not. ”

At such a moment, She Yuxiang was still alone, and Meng Qingyi couldn't help but be curious.

"Which one?"

She Yuxiang said.

"Kou Wenzhan. ”

It was already a somewhat ancient name, and the deeds that could still be associated with it could be traced back to thirty years ago, when Meng Qingyi, even if he was born, was only one or two years old.

But Meng Qingyi actually held her breath, and she still remembered this name.

After a long time, Meng Qingyi said.

"You're talking about Kou Wenzhan, but you're talking about Kou Wenzhan of Purple Gold Armor?"

She Yuxiang sneered.

"In the three hundred years of the Great Wilderness, there is only one Kou Wenzhan. ”

At that time, Xue Qi was almost born by Fang Fang, and grew up in southern Xinjiang, so he naturally didn't understand that dusty memory. Slowly looking at Meng Qingyi's cold face, Xue Qi said.

"Who is Kou Wenzhan?"

Meng Qingyi's lips trembled, and he suddenly said.

"The city is full of golden armor, and a Muwen wins the yellow nest. ”

"This is the 'Su Qin Bang' evaluation of this person. ”

Meng Qingyi thought for a moment and continued.

"Have you ever seen the military uniforms of the Ghost Army?"

Xue Qi has seen it.

In the blue and white building, there were some veterans who had retired from the ghost army, and the armor of the ghost army was taken to the four directions as glory.

Xue Qidao.

"It was a silver-black armor. ”

Isn't that a dead thing! But many times, Xue Qi can see life in it.

But Meng Qingyi silently began to shake his head, could it be that Xue Qi was wrong before?

Meng Qingyi had already said quietly.

"The ghost armor is not a silver-black heroic, but a purple-gold grace. ”

Xue Qi remembered what Meng Qingyi had just said, and Xue Qi said.

"Purple Gold Armor?"

Meng Qingyi nodded.

"It was thirty years ago, thirty years ago, the cold dew of thirty years ago, above the court, the vast soup, a piece of purple gold armor, surging throughout the hall. It was Kou Wenzhan who tried to fight back and led the rebellion among the army. ”

"Kou Wen Zhan Bingjian came and was about to stab the throat of the king of the Xie family, but it was Guan Duxiang who finally stood up, rushed out of the purple gold armor, and unscrewed the sword with his palm. ”

So Kou Wenzhan was defeated and sentenced to 10,000 pieces by the king of the Xie family.

Meng Qingyi said in a deep voice.

"Kou Wenzhan really deserves to die. ”

But I didn't expect anyone to say it.

"Kou Wenzhan came back to life. ”

The person who spoke was in the dark, and walked out from under Meng Qingyi's tightly constricted pupils.