The one hundred and thirty-fifth Yellow Sparrow is behind

What kind of killer is the most terrifying? Is it silent, or is the person you trust the most suddenly turn into another person's enemy, and the most terrible killer is the killer who is drinking and chatting with you today, and suddenly he hurts someone. Unfortunately, Xiao Ruoshui and the others met such a group of killers, the gardeners in the garden, the maids, and the honest cooks, all of whom became killers at this moment, the killers of the heavenly machine, and the killers of the number one killer organization in the rivers and lakes were all dispatched.

The Geological Exploration Staff in Xiao Ruo's hand was their target, like a ball of blood, attracting countless flies to come and forage for food.

Zhou Ting's knife stretched out to block Li Yunmeng's body, and Xiao Ruoshui's staff also blocked the killer who stretched out to her. King Miao met the withered hands of Jian Yi with his feet. Wang Shan and Zao Wou-Ki exchanged hands. As soon as Emperor Murong Chen's fist came out, he caught Liu Shen's fist alive. The three pairs immediately became tangled together. It's just that Xiao Ruoshui and their side have to beware of assassin sneak attacks from time to time, so they have a tie for a while.

Xiao Ruoshui waved his staff, Shangguan Yanran's long whip danced, Wen Yuetian's celestial star compass rotated straight, and Zhou Ting's long knife struck a domineering blow, wrapping Li Yunmeng tightly, but people were like flies surging in waves, they could only hold on, hold on.

Time flies quickly, and they have all reached the point of exhaustion, but no one wants to give up, and the one who gives up is definitely death waiting for them. All the people were red-eyed, blood was flowing, flowing all over the entire Xiaoyao Tower, flowing along the floor to the outside, the entire Xiaoyao Building seemed to be poured with blood, and at this moment it became a hell on earth, a temple of Shura, and a paradise of killing.

There are fewer and fewer people. The night gradually passed, and at this time, a dark fragrance slowly poured into Xiaoyao Building, and the fragrance was very soft and soft. It's a bit refreshing to smell it, and everyone is intoxicated by it.

Suddenly all the people fell. Poured in a pool of blood, the incense made everyone drunk.

When Xiao Ruoshui woke up, it was already dawn, he hurriedly looked up to see everything in the Xiaoyao Building, King Yan's men and horses were actually lying motionless on the ground, he hurriedly stood up and looked at King Miao and Li Yunmeng. Murong Chen, Wen Yuetian, they, they all rubbed their eyes and looked at all this incredulously, why are they the only ones alive, how can the people of King Yan lie on the ground and do not move.

King Miao stood up, walked to King Yan and their men, and touched it, he shook his head to indicate that he was dead.

Xiao Ruoshui helped Li Yunmeng to stand up and looked around carefully. He rubbed his head incredulously, what was going on?

"Look, there's a note overhead. Shangguan Yanran raised her head. Suddenly, he looked at the top of his head and screamed loudly.

Xiao Ruoshui looked up, a yellow note swayed in the wind, which read, "The geological survey belongs to you, the dead belong to me, the right to meet, the etiquette is not good, I hope you will forgive me." Goodbye in the desert, acacia finches worship. ”

Who is Acacia Bird? Xiao Ruoshui looked at the note and read it silently several times in his heart, and he looked at the note in confusion. Studied but cannot comprehend.

"It's her, it's her. That terrible woman, that's her. King Miao looked at the note and suddenly screamed like crazy.

"King Miao. King Miao, calm down. Murong Chen hugged him and whispered to him.

"King Miao, is the woman you said to be the one who made your brother turn against him?" Murong Chen asked in a low voice.

"Yes, it's her, I won't forget the words she wrote until I die, she's that terrible woman, she's the source of all tragedies, she's the devil, the devil. King Miao muttered. He seemed to be a little afraid to recall the past twenty years ago, his body trembled, and he looked at the note and gritted his teeth.

Everyone looked at King Miao's gritted teeth and trembling with excitement, and they were all a little frightened, what kind of woman could make King Miao so out of shape?

A yellow bird flew in front of them, stopped on Xiao Ruoshui's shoulder, and looked at them curiously, as if to say what are you doing?

Xiao Ruoshui reached out and grabbed the bird, there was actually a cylinder tied to the bird's leg, he took it off, and then let go, the bird flew to his shoulder, and still looked at everyone with his head open, and then flew away with a wing.

"This little bird is really cute, who domesticated it?" Li Yunmeng looked at the little bird and couldn't help but say.

"The spirit kite has gone with me, and Li Lao is fine, Da Mo sincerely asks to see Xiao Jun, and the lovesick bird worships him. Xiao Ruoshui looked at the note in the cylinder, and his heart suddenly darkened, but he didn't show it, he put away the note. put it in the cuffs, and then said to everyone, "Are we leaving, this doesn't seem to be a place to stay for a long time." ”

"yes, don't stay in such a bloody place for too long, let's go back to the headquarters first. Wang Shan looked at the corpses all over the ground, and nodded and said.

"It is estimated that the people from the government are coming, and it is not clear if you don't leave, let's go first. Wen Yuetian also nodded and said.

Chengdu Shadow Helm, all the people quietly listened to King Miao tell the story of twenty years ago, no one spoke, they just quietly listened to her story. What kind of woman can make people obsessed? This is a question, a mystery, that everyone who listens to the story thinks.

After listening to the story, Xiao Ruoshui waited quietly without speaking, he stayed until everyone left, and then slowly walked to the courtyard, looking at the starry sky and looking at the towering ancient trees and thinking quietly.

"Are you in trouble? What does that note say?" Wang Shan walked up behind Xiao Ruoshui and asked. He could see Xiao Ruoshui's sadness.

"It's okay, just let me meet you. By the way, I have already written a letter of willingness to King Duan about your tribe, and it is estimated that you will return to the land of Black Water and White Mountain in the future, and you will no longer have to bump on the plateau. Xiao Ruoshui turned his head and said slowly to Wang Shan, he still smiled slightly.

"The desert land, the place of extreme drought, you are going to run from the water town to the dry land, you are really not idle. Wang Shan smiled slightly, they all seemed to have a characteristic, that is, they were smiling at all times and had never been depressed.

Xiao Ruoshui stretched out his hand and hugged Wang Shan, he hugged it hard, still smiling slightly.

Who said that our heroes are sad, in fact, our heroes are smiling, when and in any situation, they are smiling, and smiling is their best weapon.

The story of the Geological Survey Staff is over, maybe our hero has not completed his mission, but what does it matter, as long as there is affection and righteousness, a promise, then what will be the problem?

The story of the Geological Survey Staff is about the problem of geographical advantages, and the ability to use the power of the terrain and all the earth's qi for their own use, this is the story we are telling, a story that can use all geographical advantages to their advantage.

The story of the prince is finally finished, the story to be told below has little to do with the chess game, this is the first book I have written, it is very hard and hard, although there are not many subscriptions, and there is no income, but I am very proud, because I finally wrote a book in a year, a book of nearly one million words, how many times I wanted to give up, but I have never forgotten my own promise, I must continue to change, not too strong, so I can continue to write, because of the support of your readers, I have not forgotten you, the glorious charter, people who are indifferent to fame and fortune, veterans of northern Xinjiang, and other people who have given me silent support, I thank youIn fact, I also know that my writing is not good, but you gave me the opportunity to pursue my dreams, thank you.

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