Under the stars, in front of the bronze Xuanmen, there are four people.

A boxer, a soldier, a waitress, and a purple ornament.

The young master of the Yin family, who was frightened and couldn't stand up with his legs weak, looked up sluggishly, looked at them, and looked at his uncle.

I saw that Yin Yin, who was as strong as Mount Tai, was as pale as frost, his brows were furrowed, his fists were full of blood, and every breath was abnormal, as if he had serious internal injuries; and in his arms, Shangshan, who was dressed in green clothes, was in a coma, and his two slender arms were still tightly holding a yellow-shouldered crossbow with broken strings, and he would not let go.

Yin Shao slowly raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and he met Yin Zheng, who was also looking at him at the same time.

Just as he picked up a little courage and was about to tremble and open his lips to ask his uncle what was going on here, he saw Yin Zheng close his eyes and shake his head at him, pursing his lips to signal him to stop talking.

Yin Shao was slightly stunned, as if he understood something.

He glanced sideways slightly, and his weak eyes swept over the Taoist priest in the yin and yang robe, the waitress who bowed her head and was silent, and finally landed on the plump and peerless woman in the purple skirt.

Its name is the evening fragrance.

It is one of the three saints.

"Stop, Fuliu. ”

I saw her red lips open lightly, slowly stepping down the marble steps, and a pair of red eyes calmly stared at the black-furred woman seven steps away, and the tips of her purple hair fluttered slightly.

I don't know if it's Yin Shao's illusion, but when he stepped down the steps, he suddenly seemed to see several purple butterflies with magnificent colors flying up from his dress, happily circling around his body, leaving a circle of colorful tracks.

"According to our agreement. ”

Wan Xiang didn't care about Yin Shao's gaze, she just spoke flatly, and said to the black-furred woman who had stopped her fingertips at half an inch in front of the eyes of the white-clothed man, "You take Lingyan away and leave him to me." ”

After speaking, she moved her red pupils slightly, and looked at Wang Manxiu, who was covered with blood and hideous face.

The Qinghe sword in his mouth quietly stopped at the far other side of Fuliu, which was still three inches away, and he couldn't move forward by half an inch, nor could he retreat by half an inch.

Wang Manxiu felt it.

Just as Fang Cai Wanxiang said the word 'enough', a strange warm breath sprung up from the wound on his chest, and in an instant, it invaded his dantian meridians, forcibly blocking the acupoints and veins of his whole body, and preventing him from making any more movements to resist.

That wound was the one that was medicated by Miss Ling Yue this morning.

Wang Manxiu bit the Qinghe sword tightly, turned his head sideways with difficulty, and looked at the girl in the purple skirt under the bronze gate with a pair of bright eyes.

She sensed his gaze.

Bitterly turned his head and did not look at each other.

Wang Manxiu understood in an instant.

What is a demon clan?

"You're really persistent. ”

A cold female voice came into her ears in front of her.

It was Fuliu who flicked his sleeves, withdrew the two fingers that could almost send the white clothes down to Huangquan, turned to look at Wanxiang, who was about half a head taller than himself because he was standing on the two-block steps, and sneered, "He has been gone for a hundred years. ”

The eyebrows of the evening fragrance drooped slightly, and the chin was bowed.

"The concubine knows. ”

She stepped down the stairs again, looked at Fuliu at eye level, and said word by word, "But the concubine promised him that she would do this for him." ”

When the voice fell, she turned her eyes sideways and looked at Wang Manxiu, who was not human, again, and her eyes were full of pity.

Looking at her compassionate look, Fuliu shrank his brows slightly, snorted a little uncomfortably, coldly squeezed out the word 'boring' from between his teeth, ignored it, and walked in front of Lingyan.

The wind and sand of the day, the mud of the night, and the splashing of blood have dyed her white dress with complex colors.

I saw Zhong Liyan raise her head slightly, a pair of empty eyes looked at the black Qiu woman blankly, and the breath between her noses was already very weak.

But Fuliu obviously didn't have the slightest intention of pituring the fragrance and cherishing the jade.

She didn't say anything to Zhong Liyan, just bent down slightly, grabbed a little of Zhong Liyan's hair, and dragged her like this, and walked towards the city gate.

It doesn't matter if she walks or crawls, whether she falls all over in blood, whether she is already crying out in pain.

She tugged at her hair like a hunter carrying a rabbit's ears, and didn't care how the rabbit felt—it wouldn't be long before it was just a spoonful of broth in a pot.

And seeing her behavior, the four people under the stars and in front of the bronze Xuanmen, the boxer, a soldier, a maid, and a purple ornament, none of them dared to say 'no'.

Only close your eyes and turn your head sideways, and you can't see or hear it.

On the cold floor tiles, Yin Shao, who had recovered a little from fear, looked at the backs of Fuliu and Zhong Liyan, and his chest was uneasy, his brows were tightly locked, and he wanted to use his strength to support the gun.

"Don't move. ”

But he only received a scolding from his uncle.

Yin on the steps was as dark as dust, clenched his teeth, and said the word 'don't move' in a low voice to Yin Shao.

Yin Shao's pupils trembled slightly, clenched his fists tightly, and lowered his head to look at the stone bricks on the ground.

It's hard to settle, it's hard to settle.

But if he dies, even his thoughts have dissipated.

Yin Shao didn't want to dissipate.

Yin Shao didn't want to die.

But the blood in his chest and the youthful vitality were hitting the depths of his heart again and again, destroying his heart that was already tense like a bowstring.

He wanted to make a move, but he couldn't.

Because he knew that he would definitely die if he made a move, and maybe it would affect the entire Yin family.

But he also knew that if everyone was so indifferent, if it was the Seven Heroes, if it was the Three Sages, if even his most beloved uncle could only turn a blind eye like this......

So what's the point of him living?

If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan?

The big strategist, the little can't bear it!

Seeing that Yin Shao suddenly stared at his eyes, a strange light flashed, and he didn't look at his uncle's surprised gaze, he directly controlled the red tassel ash gun with his anger, and he was about to say 'Hurry!' at Fuliu's back.

It's a pity that he is a step too slow.

It wasn't that Yin Zheng hurriedly punched his spear away, it wasn't that the woman of the Lu family used some strange trick to stop his spear, and it wasn't just because Fuliu had gone too far and the spear couldn't reach it.

It's because someone is one step ahead of him.

It's because there is an accounting gentleman who has won the 'Meng Yue No. 1' in terms of body method, and he is one step faster.

Between heaven and earth, there is a white cloth.

It's only a moment.

Thunder.

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