Buber let out a long sigh, his sad eyes revealing a sentimental look that was about to break one of his most beloved beautiful vases.

With a "whoosh", this "exclamation mark" seemed to come from the ancient barbarian world, and then disappeared into the darkness of the ancient barbarian world.

Buber suddenly gave his "exclamation mark" to the young, crazy, childish little dragonfly.

A flash of light.

Buber's flying spine was hit.

When he retracted his chain vertebrae, a flower suddenly bloomed on the little dragonfly's newly developed chest, a blood-colored flower, a brilliant blood-colored flower.

As soon as Buber made a move, the little dragonfly collapsed in sorrow in the middle of the spine.

He still killed the little girl ruthlessly, although deep in his heart, he once had a little bit of heart for the little girl.

At the same time that the little dragonfly fell to the ground, Buber held her slender waist with his hands, and then he put the little girl flat on the table, his movements were gentle and gentle, and he muttered sadly: "Bu Bideli didn't want to kill you, but I can't say anything like Bu, he wants to kill you, it's not that I want to kill you, I like you so much, I don't want you to die, you know?" He gently brushed a few strands of hair from the little dragonfly's face, and he put the fallen rag doll in the crook of the little girl's arm, and he was so pious that he could not bear to disturb and dare not desecrate the body of the little girl.

He became more and more sad, and just when he was so sad that he couldn't get any more sad, he suddenly shouted, "Who's outside?!"

"Lang Xin. ”

"Nothing. ”

Two answers rang out, and it was Xiong Dongjiao's two proud protégés "wolf heart and dog lungs" who jumped in.

"It's all settled?" asked Gou Fei with a very rude attitude.

Bubo ignored the other party's question, and he didn't look at these two "wall grasses" at all, he just said sentimentally: "I'll go and lead Leng Ruoshuang to enter the game, you two stay, arrange the scene as planned, remember, don't touch that little girl." When he reached the door, he turned around and left a sentence in an accentuated tone: "You two better remember what I said!"

"Wolf's heart and dog lungs" are very unconvinced, they are the cronies and disciples of the second master Xiong, however, Buber, an "outsider", did not take their brothers in his eyes at all.

- How dare he order us!

"Dead little girl, what can't you touch, do you want to get it back as a ghost wife?!" Lang Xin muttered.

"He won't let him touch it, Lao Tzu wants to touch it!" Gou Fei didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, so he went to pick up the skirt on the corpse of the little dragonfly-

Lang Xin always felt that it was inappropriate and said: "Senior brother, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to do this, right? Why do I always feel that this Buber is a little weird......

"What's the right thing, such a tender little goods, if you lose it, you lose it, it's a pity not to play, senior brother, you're not interested, just go outside to help control the wind, and the little brother can enjoy it alone!" Saying this, Gou Fei had already stripped off the little dragonfly's skirt and underwear, and the whole person lay on the body of the girl who was still warm on the table, squirming back and forth......

Lang Xinjian couldn't dissuade him, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

After a short time, he left a puddle of filthy liquid on the girl's white corpse, and he crooked the table, lifted his pants, and asked his companion with a lewd smile: "Senior brother, why don't you have a shot too?"

Lang Xinzheng hesitated, the lights flickered, the figure flashed, and the white-haired, sentimental Buber appeared in the dim room.

Under the dim of the lamp, the supple and poor little dragonfly has been stripped naked and covered in blood.

Buber's sad eyes suddenly burned, and he shouted and asked, "Who did it?"

"I did it!" Before Gou Fei could lift his pants, he smiled wickedly and said, "Mr. Twenty-Four, do you want to do it too?"

Lang Xin hurriedly stabbed his junior brother's waist with his hand, and said to Bubo in a low voice with a pleasant face: "Mr. Twenty-four, I have already persuaded my junior brother not to touch her." However, the junior brother did not mean to offend you, he was just young and playful, and he did not control it for a while—"

Before he finished his words, a "whoosh" sound, an exclamation, burst out from Buber's waist, and came suddenly, and with a "whoosh" sound, the strong wind passed, and the flying chain iron vertebrae were wrapped back around Buber's waist.

Lang Xin only felt that there was a line of blood in front of him, and the head of the senior brother in front of him became sparse, like a ripe multicolored watermelon, bursting under the scorching sun, and the white brain and red blood splashed the senior brother Lang Xin's face.

This shocking blow really made Lang Xin stunned.

"Leng Ruoshuang is coming, quickly set up the scene," Buber commanded, he no longer seemed to have the interest of continuing to kill, he stood in front of the window sadly, looking at the autumn rain in the night sky outside, covering his slightly painful heart with his hand, and muttered sentimentally: "I am a sad person, I like the fallen flowers, I like the half-string hook moon, I like the sad song, I like the blade of the blade, I like the unpaid blood, I like the maidens of many calamities, and I like everything that makes me sad, but why, you laymen, why do you destroy all this sadness?"

When a big question mark rose in Buber's chest, countless question marks also appeared in Leng Ruoshuang's mind:

-- When Leng Ruoshuang Tsing Yi rushed to the "Meteor Garden" with a single sword and a moon in a star, Dong Sanye, a tall man and a petite woman, was besieged with a bow and a knife; Miss Dong Dong Hongyan gave a long-eared young woman's double fork and forced her into a corner, her clothes were torn and scattered, and she was very embarrassed; and there was also a hunchbacked old man who swept the formation. The four night raiders, all covered with face towels, were lying on the ground, and there were already many dead and chirping wounded with terrible wounds.

What made Leng Ruoshuang suspicious was that the three masked men were fully capable and had the opportunity to solve the Dong family's father and daughter within three or five moves, but they were just fighting and not making a killing move; however, as soon as Leng Ruoshuang arrived, the three masked men each made a false move, jumped out of the circle, shouted, and went upstairs and walked over the wall with the masked old man who swept the formation.

It was as if the four of them were deliberately waiting for Leng Ruoshuang to come to the rescue.

Leng Ruoshuang immediately chased after her, she wanted to find out.

The night sky suddenly began to drizzle, and the four masked men separated at the mouth of the alley and fled in four directions: east, south, west, and north.

From the shout they made as they retreated, Leng Ruoshuang had already determined that the petite woman who was like a small bird should be the leader of them, and Ruoshuang ignored the masked man who fled in the other three directions, and only chased the little woman who was jumping and flying between the houses in the rain.

Chasing and chasing, under a low eaves, a "exclamation mark" flew out steeply towards her, and the powerful iron vertebrae pierced through the rain curtain and smashed head-on into the galloping cold frost.

Who is it?

Leng Ruoshuang was in her heart, and at the same time as issuing a question mark, she also issued a "question mark" on her hand???????

Parting hook!

The "parting hook" bent into a hook at the tip of the sword, like a "question mark" that asks the heavens and the earth, locks the oncoming "exclamation mark" in the wind and rain.

Buber, who was hidden under the low eaves, could not strike a blow and immediately escaped.

Leng Ruoshuang chased after him, chasing the white-haired and blue-robed flying cone assassin all the time, and finally chased after the poor kiln of the color opera master.

- Not good!

Leng Ruoshuang suddenly felt alarmed in her heart, and secretly exclaimed!

It smells of blood!

She pulled out the "question mark", her "parting hook".

Then he saw the corpse of the painter lying on the threshold, followed by Zhu Siliang's with dense chest hair, and the little dragonfly with red stripes.

How so?

How could this be!

- When I left just now, the three friends were still talking about laughing and laughing, and what happened to me for half an hour?

Just when Ruoshuang was in her grief and indignation, she heard footsteps.

Two people, a man and a woman, appeared at the scene like an old horse, Wang Feng in leather pants and Zhang Ziyi with her hair coiled.

The two of them seemed to be taken aback!

Wang Feng's fingers were as cold as frost, and he couldn't stop retreating: "You vicious woman! You actually killed our neighbor!"

Aunt Zhang Zi grabbed Wang Feng's belt and screamed: "Oh no!

Leng Ruoshuang was speechless, anxious and angry, and secretly thought: "Didn't these two men and women be arrested by Xiong Dongwei and put in the cell for examination? How could they appear here so coincidentally?"

In the midst of suspicion, she just stepped forward to explain, when she heard someone shouting: "Murderer, stop!

At the mouth of the alley in the distance, on the stone bridge, in the night rain, four officials with black lanterns and black umbrellas walked towards them side by side.

-- Talk, Ho, Tolerance, and Ease.

Joining the army to talk about hunting, regimental training He enemy, assassinating Shirong Tieshu, and mentioning Yi Guandong.

The four of them brought more than 100 border soldiers in light cavalry and civilian clothes, and covered them in a fan-shaped shape, surrounding the cold frost.

There are also many villagers, hearing the screams of Wang and Zhang and the shouts of Rong Tieshu, hurriedly wearing raincoats and lanterns, and are rushing here, one of them is Dong Meteor Dong Sanye, who is trotting all the way.

Dong Sanye, his daughter Dong Hongyan, and son-in-law Situ Baima, when they saw the coldness, they all testified to the officials:

"That's her!"

"She's a murderous woman!"

"I, Third Master Dong, swear to the sky with my honor, I just saw this Leng Ruoshuang kill the color opera, Zhu Siliang and the little dragonfly!"

Leng Ruoshuang was furious, she snorted coldly to Dong Sanye, his daughter and son-in-law, who were patting his chest and swearing, and stepped forward with his sword.

Rong Tieshu took a step forward, he coughed lowly, and said in a deep voice: "Second girl, you must know that the Son of Heaven broke the law and was guilty of the same crime as the common people. 'Liaodong Mansion' is a realm that stresses the legal system, but it's not as good as your 'Liangcheng Inn', tonight's matter, the second girl will be more tolerant, and it will not be good to scare these little people who are used to fight against criminals!"

Leng Ruoshuang's silver teeth clenched, and said in a deep voice: "The girl didn't kill anyone!"

Joined the army to talk about hunting and group training He Disheng, and Tizhi Yi Guandong, immediately entered the house to find the scene, and found items that belonged to Leng Ruohuang on and next to the corpses of the color opera master, Zhu Siliang, and Xiao Dragonfly, such as a scarf, an eyebrow pencil, and a jade pendant.

Rong Tieshu laughed fiercely and said sharply: "The human and material evidence are all there, and the ironclad evidence is like a mountain, what else do you have to quibble? Come on! Take down the murderer Leng Ruoshuang!"

A heart as cold as frost sinks:

She began to understand.

She knew she had fallen into a trap.

――Who designed me?

Where do I go from here?????

(End of volume)