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In the dark room opposite, He Jiu'er had already changed into night clothes, lying on the bed with her eyes closed, and was sleeping soundly.

In the middle of the night, He Jiu'er opened his eyes, turned over, spread his limbs, and lay on the bed, with a string of slight snoring sounds in his mouth.

Qing Ling opened the window, looked around, and with a slight leap, he came to the road, walking extremely fast but not in a hurry, all the way to the east.

was walking, suddenly, without warning, I saw Qing Ling's right hand tremble, and at the same time, three silver lights flashed behind him.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

With two loud bangs, the two figures fell to the ground.

Qing Ling quickly turned around, looked around at the two fainting people on the ground, and then searched around with murderous eyes.

No one! How could it be? It was obviously the voice of three people, could it be that I was too nervous? Qing Ling frowned, quickened his pace again, and continued to rush to the east.

Isn't it, so many people are as curious as I am? He Jiu'er looked at the two poor people on the road who might have been crippled with pity: You are too careless, you just pretend to be a common man who can't sleep in the middle of the night? Why do you stand so high? She scanned the two of them with her eyes, and saw that the two needles were right in the face of Baihui acupoints, and she couldn't help but smile slightly: What a good person who hears the sound and looks for acupoints, the needle is fast, accurate, and ruthless, and the killer who does not easily kill is still a good killer.

He Jiu'er bent down and flicked his right hand, pulled out the two silver needles, and then changed hands, and the two needles were gone.

After entering Dongshan, Qingling came to a dense bamboo forest. Suddenly, an extremely fast air flow rushed towards Qing Ling, and Qing Ling instantly flashed to the left, making way for the air flow.

"Ahh

With a scream, a figure fell heavily to the ground. At the same time, another black figure appeared in front of him.

"Master!" Qing Ling turned around, lowered his head, and gestured towards the figure that had just appeared.

"This man is Wen Rensi's subordinate. An illusory voice emanated from the mask on Jedi's face.

Wow, how did this voice do it? With this mask, it's so mysterious. He Jiu'er was in high spirits and looked at it curiously.

What! Qing Ling's eyes widened, he looked up at the Peerless Heaven, and suddenly remembered something, and took out a secret book from his chest.

Jedi took the cheats, flipped through them, then put them away, and said, "Okay, things are done." But you were negligent just now. But that's fine, give them a warning. Tell Red Cloud to make the next plan in a month. ”

"Master, this-" Qing Ling looked at the sky in confusion, "Isn't it better to strike with hot iron?"

"It might be better to let them be prepared," said Jedi, looking down at the man who had landed, "bringing him to Wenrensi." After speaking, Jedi handed the little red bottle in his hand to Qing Ling, and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

Qing Ling opened the bottle, took a sip of the water in the bottle, and looked thoughtfully in the direction of the disappearance of the sky.

After a while, Qing Ling left with the head.

The sour scholar is so powerful? What a light effort! It's a pity, it's a pity! He dodged a non-lethal silver needle, but he didn't dodge a fatal blow. It's a pity that such a great talent has to be separated after his death, and it seems that his ghost has something to do, that is, to find out where his head is all day long. He Jiu'er couldn't help but tremble when he thought about it.

He Jiu'er lifted his internal force and slapped him in the air towards the lower part of the dead body's chest, and a piece of iron rushed out of his chest, and He Jiu'er gently pinched the thumb-length piece of iron: Seven Star Dart?

It's really from the Optimus Sect.

Is that black-clothed "Night Ghost" really from the Qingtian Sect? Is it the son of Yu Tian's poor uncle? Could he be that stupid bad guy? Wouldn't he? He Jiu'er regretted it a little, and should have followed him to ask him, but now it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, so let's observe and observe.

However, He Jiu'er wondered again: There was no warning about the destruction of Jin Yizhuang, and this Wen Rensi would theoretically only get the news in Xiaotian Villa in Hongzhou, and he arranged the manpower so quickly? And he could quickly find Qingling, and then follow him accurately? Did someone leave a clue? Or was this person arranged near Jin Yizhuang for a long time?

He Jiu'er shook his head and turned his gaze back to the corpse, and sure enough, a needle had pierced a hole in his collarbone.

Poor little scholar, it turned out that he hadn't dodged the needle just now, but it was already good, and the speed of the needle was very fast. He Jiu'er squatted down, pressed hard with his left hand on his collarbone, and pinched the detached silver needle with his right hand.

Standing up, He Jiu'er glanced at the dead body, and said regretfully: "I can't stand you like this the most, I'd better be a good person and let you go quietly." ”

He Jiu'er took out a black bottle from his arms, dipped the water in the bottle with a silver needle, and sprinkled it on the wound of the dead body, and after a while, only a pool of blood remained on the ground.

"Poor worm, don't remember me. I still want to sleep soundly!"

He Jiu'er didn't know when he shook the small fan again, looked at the direction where the masked man in black left, turned around, shook his head and left slowly......

Before the blood and water, Jue Tian reappeared, looked at the woman's disappearing back, lowered his head, and sprinkled a handful of loess on the blood water......

"Shopkeeper, checkout. He Jiu'er shook the fan and walked down the stairs with a smile.

"It's three taels of silver. The simple-looking shopkeeper looked at He Jiu'er with a smile.

"Give, 3 taels of silver," He Jiu'er still smiled, stepped forward, looked at the shopkeeper, and asked, "Did that beauty check out yesterday?"

"Hehe, that girl left early in the morning, Childe, are you interested in her?"

"Nonsense! Why don't you want to ask this?" He Jiu'er pretended to be slightly angry, shook her fan and left.

"Am I just asking—" The shopkeeper shook his head inexplicably.

......

"Cloud Mountain!"

"Yunshan!

A hurried man in the crowd suddenly stopped, turned around, and the smile flashing on his beautiful cheeks suddenly fascinated the passers-by walking around, he looked at He Jiu'er happily and shouted, "Xiao Jiu!"

Suddenly, He Jiu'er felt goosebumps on his body: What are you doing, choose one of the two, why did he choose this, he would have known that he would not have given him a choice!

He Jiu'er eased her expression, shook the small folding fan in her hand, looked at Yunshan with a smile and asked, "Yunshan, you also came to Qingzhou to play?"

Yun Shan's face changed slightly, but he still tried his best to hide the changes in his face, and smiled: "Yes." Xiao Jiu is here to play?"

"Yes!" He Jiu'er trembled again when she heard this, covered the corners of her mouth with a fan and smiled dryly, pretending to enjoy looking at the surrounding green mountains and clear waters, and sighed: "Who doesn't want to come to see such a fairyland on earth?"

"That's true. Yun Shan replied, but his eyes were vigilantly pursued into the distance.

He Jiu'er looked at Yun Shan's expression and felt funny: If you are asked to pretend, I will accompany you to pretend if you want to, but fortunately, it is beautiful and delicious, and I will accompany you to the end.

"Since you're here to play, why don't we come together? He Jiu'er said very frankly, and he didn't look harmful at all.

"This ......" Yun Shan lowered his head and hesitated, raised his head again and glanced into the distance in confusion, his brows furrowed: What about people?

Sure enough, there are times when excellent martial arts are still necessary. Yun Shan shook his head self-deprecatingly, sighed, and finally looked at He Jiu'er with a smile, and said helplessly: "Okay, where does the ninth brother want to play?"

He Jiu'er looked at Yun Shan's complicated and then helpless expression on his face, smiled secretly, looked around with a smile, and finally pointed to the direction that Yun Shan had been staring at, and said, "Let's go to Dongshan." ”

A trace of joy flowed into Yun Shan's body, and inexplicably moved rushed to Yun Shan's chest, and Yun Shan happily agreed: "Okay!"

It's so easy to make nerds happy. He Jiu'er shook his head speechlessly and walked towards Dongshan.