The heat of the sun gradually becomes intense, disgusting and tiresome.

A look of despair appeared in Ye Guyun's eyes, and he said, "You're dead?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stared into the eyes of the hanged man, trying to find a glimmer of hope in them.

The hanged man shook his head vigorously for a long time, and he said, "Not dead." ”

Ye Guyun exhaled, suddenly held the hanged man's hand, and said, "Where is she?"

He shook his head suddenly, and when he shook his head, there was more bitterness in his mouth.

The fear in Ye Guyun's eyes was even stronger, and his voice was trembling, "Was he captured from the barracks?"

"Yes. ”

Ye Guyun stopped talking, and suddenly swept away, floating away like a lonely cloud.

The hanged man also flew forward, following Ye Guyun closely, and he said, "We are by no means their opponents. ”

Ye Guyun was silent.

He didn't care about the strength of his body at all, and floated forward with all his might.

The woods below shoot arrows in the back.

It was even hotter, and even when they fell, the dirt on the ground was extremely hot, and there was a tent selling tea below, and there were a few tables in the open space.

The tea seller was a middle-aged man who was white and pure, brought a pot of tea, received a tael of silver, and the hanged man gave three taels, so Ye Guyun enjoyed Biluochun instead of ordinary mung bean tea.

The people on the side stared at Ye Guyun with squinted eyes, their eyes were full of hatred and resentment, and their wives seemed to be slept with by Ye Guyun, and they wanted to kill Ye Guyun seven or eight times.

Ye Guyun didn't take a look, nor did he drink tea.

His hand swung his sword suddenly.

The sword light flashed, and the middle-aged man who was white and pure suddenly fell, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared in his throat, and blood splashed out of it.

His eyes bulged out like dead fish's eyes, and he fell down with a scream and a roar.

A handful of tribulus terrestris in his hand suddenly rolled down to the ground.

Ye Guyun turned around and looked coldly at the few people who were drinking tea, and he said, "Your companion is dead, why don't you run away?"

The person drinking the tea suddenly stood up, of course, this person's eyes were the most fierce, and the murderous aura to Ye Guyun was also the heaviest, in the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to have more than a dozen wives who had been slept with by Ye Guyun, he said, "Are you Ye Guyun?"

This sentence is nonsense, he shouldn't have asked, and Ye Guyun shouldn't have said it.

But Ye Guyun said, "I am Ye Guyun, you can come and kill me, I never refuse others to kill me." ”

He would not let the man speak, and said, "I never pick on a murderer." ”

As he spoke, the sword light suddenly flew over, and the two people next to him suddenly fell, their mouths growing wide, but they couldn't make a sound.

The voice seemed to have been stabbed to death by the sword, along with his life.

"What a fast sword, such a poisonous sword. ”

Ye Guyun nodded, he suddenly stared coldly, staring at his hands.

The man's hand had been retracted into his trouser pocket, and he had not stretched it out for a long time, for he did not dare, and his faith and courage in striking out had been struck to death by the sword.

"Who are you? Ye Guyun didn't say anything, his sword suddenly stabbed out, and one of his hands suddenly broke, falling heavily to the ground.

The man gritted his teeth, his lips quivered, and his voice became unsteady.

"Why should I say it. ”

"Because you're human. Ye Guyun suddenly said coldly, "If you are a human being, you should cherish life, and you are no exception, it is better to live than to die." ”

"I'm going to die if I say it. This person stared at Ye Guyun's sword in his hand.

Ye Guyun sneered and was silent.

The sun grew more poisonous, the ground became hotter, and the blood was scorched, but the smell of blood never went away.

The hanged man gasped.

He had heard that Ye Guyun's sword was terrifying, and he didn't believe it was true until now.

He took a sip of tea, and the moment the teacup was close to his lips, a sword light flashed, sweeping the cup away.

The cup slammed into the man's cheek.

The man suddenly screamed and fell and rolled, and when he fell, the half of his face was distorted and swollen, and when he rolled twice, it was purple, and when he didn't move, it was completely black.

The hanged man's face distorted, "That's poison!"

"Yes. Ye Guyun said again, "And it's highly poisonous." ”

"How do you know?"

"Can't you see it?" Ye Guyun smiled, and his gaze fell on the middle-aged man who was white and pure.

He watched it as if he was relishing it and found it interesting.

The hanged man was stunned, and he said, "I can't see it." How do you know?"

Ye Guyun sneered, "Have you ever seen a tea seller who is white and pure?"

The hanged man shook his head, and he said, "And how do you tell that they are also killers?"

"It's not that I see it, it's that they were going to kill me, and I just shot in advance. Ye Guyun sneered again, "We don't need to be the origin of these people, we just need to know that there will be people who will come to kill us." ”

"Anyone else?"

"Yes. Ye Guyun's sword suddenly swung, and the sword light suddenly stabbed towards the black and thick account cloth, and a miserable scream suddenly came from behind.

The cry was terrible and miserable like a ghost's cry.

The hanged man shuddered.

Ye Guyun really deserves to be Ye Guyun, and he did not insult the nickname of the peerless double sword. ”

Ye Guyun was silent.

Suddenly walked to the table, just stood quietly, and looked coldly, the table seemed to have changed.

The teapot on the table kept vibrating, and so did the ground below.

"There's someone down there!"

The hanged man did not say this sentence, but it had already crashed out of his heart.

Ye Guyun still didn't move, staring coldly.

The soft breeze is gentle, the clothes are fluttering, and the blood on the blade of the sword will not be exhausted.

The swordsman's killing intent was not completely satisfied.

The person below didn't dare to go out, he already felt that there was a person staring at him above, this person's pressure made people feel lonely, even the murderous aura was lonely.

There may be only one and only one person with this kind of murderous aura in heaven and earth.

Ye Guyun.

Ye Guyun clenched his sword tightly and looked at the earth coldly.

The hanged man had already seen that there was a person under the table, but he couldn't see why Ye Guyun didn't make a move? As long as Ye Guyun made a move, that person would definitely die under the sword.

The man had no reason to live.

"Why didn't you kill this man?"

Ye Guyun was silent and sneered.

He didn't have to say it, because the man suddenly changed, and the man suddenly jumped out from below, and then he lay on the ground and twitched, and tears, snot, saliva, and urine all poured out in an instant.

The man suddenly changed, and all the parts of the man's body suddenly collapsed.

But he was no more.

Ye Guyun was still sneering and sneering.

The hanged man sighed, "You have madness too!"

Ye Guyun nodded, and said, "Do you think they are stupid?"

The hanged man was silent.

What is stupidity? What is wisdom? The question is difficult to answer, and perhaps there is no definitive answer.

"Isn't it unwise for them to come to me desperately knowing that they are not my opponents?"

The hanged man nodded silently.

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

Ye Guyun said again, "What will you do when it's going to rain?"

The question is simple, simple and disgusting, but the hanged man knows that it is not simple at all, and it is more worth pondering.

Because this is what Ye Guyun said.

"Of course, find a place to hide. ”

Ye Guyun smiled, his smile was full of friendship and respect, and he said, "It's not difficult to find a place to hide from the rain, I hope you can find it." ”

He wouldn't let the hanged man speak, and said, "What are you going to do if you go under the knife?"

The hanged man did not know, for there was never a knife from heaven, but an arrow was fired.

Rain of arrows!

Ten thousand arrows are fired together, and there is no place to bury the dead.

The hanged man's face was ugly, and he suddenly said, "There will be no knives in the sky, but there will be a rain of arrows." ”

"Yes, so you'd better find a place to hide in advance and don't come out. Ye Guyun suddenly turned around and stopped looking at him.

He didn't want the hanged man to go on an adventure that would be simply suicidal, perhaps more cruel than suicide.

The hanged man's palms gradually became cold, and he suddenly felt abandoned.

This feeling was not only very stinging, but also bleak and miserable, and he said, "You want me to run away, and you want to keep my life and steal my life?"

"Yes. Ye Guyun said it without thinking about it.

"Do you look down on me?" the hanged man's hand suddenly stretched out, and there were many strips of cloth in his palm, each with its own unique story, because the people who died on it were very special, and this special thing may only be known to the owner of the strip.

He continued, "I have killed people, and I can kill many people, and the main thing is that I have a little advantage. ”

Ye Guyun sneered, "You have an advantage?"

The hanged man nodded, and he said, "I don't hate killing, I want to kill people very much." ”

He smiled and said, "I'm not a burden, I want to save my daughter too." ”

Ye Guyun still didn't look at him, and stared coldly at the sun, "You're not afraid of death?"

"We don't have to die. The hanged man said, "I have another way, I don't have to fight them, I can save my daughter." ”

Ye Guyun's gaze suddenly fell on him, "Do you have any other way?"

"Yes, I only have one. The hanged man actually laughed.

"As long as it's effective, half of it is good. Ye Guyun suddenly held his hand, "Say it quickly." ”

"I know one of the people on duty in the barracks. ”

Ye Guyun also smiled, "Half is also good." ”

He suddenly took the hanged man's hand and held it tightly, "You say, say quickly." ”

The hanged man was about to shed tears of excitement, and he said, "Happy Building." ”

Ye Guyun smiled again, "Happy Building?"

The lights of the Happy Building are still the same, the fluttering flowers are still fresh, beautiful and moving, and the fat powder on the face looks particularly bright and moving under the soft light, and of course it is also very attractive and ecstatic.

They may live in order to bloom their unique splendor and brilliance at this moment.

The shame and pain of betraying their youth are not visible at all, perhaps the fat powder on their cheeks is too thick, and the smile is too thick.

But who knows how intense and ferocious the pain in each of them is in the dead of night.

Ye Guyun strode in, found a beautiful woman and pulled it on the hanged man, "This is yours, as many as you want today, it's the same, I will give it to you." ”

The big girls in the back laughed like stars and moons and crashed into the arms of the hanged man.