Suddenly the fog burst through it, as if someone had cut a hole in the pure white gauze tent.

Ye Li felt that his lips were a little dry.

The woman in front of her was a little fluffy, looking very lazy, with a shallow smile at the corner of her eyes, if there was nothing, one hand was covering her lips, and she yawned shallowly. Although his face is not as beautiful as Yin Wu, he has an indescribable style. Luo Shang spread out slightly, vaguely revealing a touch of snow white on her chest, the kind of appearance that had just woken up from her sleep, and couldn't help but make people guess what this woman was doing before.

The stunner mentioned in the book is nothing more than that.

is such a stunner, but the shallow smile reveals incomparable loneliness, so lonely that any man can't help but want to take her into his arms when he sees it, and he has unbridled pity. Of course, if the woman had a sword in her hand, it would be a different matter.

It can be seen that even if it is a stunner, this woman is also a terrible stunner. A woman is really fatal, and there are usually two meanings for men, but the woman who appears in the fog contains these two kinds of fate.

She really wants to die, and she can really kill others.

The woman stepped on a small sampan, and in her left hand was holding a sword, a very thin sword, as thin as an embroidery needle.

Ye Li didn't expect that this woman had just failed in a sneak attack, but at this moment, she would actually show up.

Shepherd and Simon Fugui sat on both sides of the ship, looking at the woman who suddenly appeared like a ghost, and they were a little confused for a while. After seeing the woman's appearance clearly, a nameless fire rose in the lower abdomen at the same time.

The young man in Tsing Yi was still standing on the bow of the boat, rowing the oars again and again, the hull of the boat was very narrow, but it was a little strange in length, so he didn't seem to notice what was happening behind him.

A lantern hung from the bow of the boat, swinging gently.

The woman suddenly smiled, but her figure flew up in the air, and the long sword in her hand stabbed out towards Ye Li.

Ye Li didn't move, because when the sword was three feet away from him, it suddenly turned around. The straight and slender long sword naturally did not bend on its own, but the woman holding the sword changed the direction of the sword in mid-air.

The shepherd looked at the slender tip of the sword magnifying in his eyes, as if he was frightened and stupid, motionless, and did not know how to dodge. It seemed that in the next moment, the long sword would pierce a small hole in his chest, and then bring out a gentle bunch of blood.

This scene did not happen, as a wooden paddle appeared on the shepherd's chest. The paddle was so natural that it seemed to be here all along.

The handle of the wooden paddle is naturally held in Ye Li's hand.

The target of that sword was the shepherd's chest. At this moment, a wooden paddle appeared on the shepherd's chest, and the sword naturally pierced into the oar.

That's just the way it is. The sword stabbed into the paddle with a soft thud.

A sword pierced the air, and the woman didn't seem surprised, but she laughed out loud and said to Ye Li: "I almost forgot to tell my son that the slave family is called Wutong." Before the words fell, a branch suddenly appeared in his right hand, which had been empty, and stabbed straight at Ximen Fugui.

The branch looked ordinary, except that it was not a random cut from a plane tree. But this branch is faster than the fastest long sword, and it no longer leaves any effort, and castration is as decisive as the man with a negative heart saying to break up. It seems that Wutong's original goal was Simon Fugui.

It seems that Ximen Fugui, who has never cultivated martial arts at all, seems to be unable to avoid such a decisive sword no matter what.

The branch pierced into one hand, which was ordinary, with pale skin, and the black cuffs of the wrist were somewhat torn, but the five fingers were extremely slender.

If it were known that Sycamore had used this branch to pass through the bodies of three masters at the same time, I am afraid that no one would think so.

There was no blood coming out, because the branch that seemed to be piercing his hand was just gently pinched by the hand with three fingers, and it was so natural that it seemed to be holding the hilt of his own sword.

The sycamore's cheeks are a little red, which makes it even more charming. But she herself knew that this was not sending a message to attract the opposite sex, but a manifestation of the true qi in her body running to the limit. The long sword was pinched by Ye Li with his fingertips, no matter how hard the woman tried, she couldn't score half a point.

Ximen Fugui's fat face turned pale, and he seemed to be frightened by this sword. But even Ye Li didn't notice that Ximen Fugui's hands that had been clasped in his sleeves since he got on the boat, and the one holding the folding fan was loose.

The thin sword in his left hand pierced into the wooden paddle, and the branch in his right hand was pinched by Ye Li's hand, and Wutong was in a dilemma for a while. The best option, it seems, is to abandon the sword and retreat.

Wutong did not abandon the sword, let alone retreat. Because she knew that Ye Li's situation at this time was even more embarrassing than her, and if he wanted to protect the little beggar and the little fat man, he had to keep grabbing the two swords in her hands.

She also knew that she was not alone in the fog. That person has not yet shown up, isn't he just waiting for this moment?

A black figure appeared on top of Wutong's head, and the wide robe was slightly bulging, like a pair of black wings, flying with the continuous flow of air, completely dispelling the dense fog in that area.

The black shadow held a huge black knife in his hand, like the iron sickle of death, and slashed at Ye Li's head.

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"Maybe I should thank you, because it seems that you really look out for me. It's a pity that you don't even pay attention to what I'm thinking. Yin Wu withdrew her gaze from the window and turned to the red girl, her familiar face turned a little unfamiliar.

The red girl is nominally the principal of Xiang Yifang, but in fact she is just her personal maid. Over the years, she has never acted behind her back, but today it is unusual. Is it really as she said, just to keep herself from being punished by the sect master?

The red girl met Yin Wu's gaze, as if she knew what she was thinking, and said faintly: "When today's business is finished and when I see the sect master, the young lady will know my good intentions." ”

"Looks like you've been preparing a lot for a long time. In this case, Wutong will not be the only one sent by you. ”

"Miss don't have to test me. Since you are ready to act, it is natural to make sure that you will not miss a shot. In addition to the sycamore, the crow also followed. ”

"I can't imagine that black thing will actually listen to you, it seems that the sect master has given you a lot of power. Maybe you're already the real owner of this boat, but I don't know. ”

"No matter what Miss thinks of me, all of this I do is for Miss. ”

"Really?" Yin Wu turned his gaze out the window again, as if he wanted to see through all the secrets hidden under the thick fog, "But I'm afraid that you still underestimate that young man, even if he loses the realm of a cultivator for some reason, it may be difficult to keep him with the sycamore and the crow." ”

"It's still the young lady who can see through. After all, he used to be a cultivator, and even if he has fallen to the mortal dust now, he can't be easily killed by anyone. So, even the killing god is in that small boat at the moment. ”

"You mean, that killing god?" Yin Wuqing's face turned pale, as if she had heard something that shocked her extremely.

"Yes, that killing god is naturally Suo Qingqiu. ”