It was only then that everyone saw a woman standing behind Ben Tianlei, dressed in white, with long hair fluttering, and a gorgeous appearance, who was shocked by the immortals. It's just that his face is a little pale, which is different from ordinary people.

The woman glanced at everyone in the room and said coldly, "Who are you?

Ding Cheng and the others didn't know the details of this woman, and they didn't want to answer rashly, but Zhao San didn't care so much, and said with a smile: "We are passing by, and we are here to stay overnight when we see that it is getting late." ”

Zhao Er also said: "Yes, yes, yes, we are passing, passing." ”

The woman smiled and said, "Passers-by?" and asked the others, "What about you?

Ding Cheng shook his head and said, "This girl and I are not passing by, but admiring the name of the jade-faced Langjun and specially coming to worship the village." He pointed to Liu Chengjie and Ben Tianlei and said, "These two should have the same purpose as me." ”

The woman nodded with a look of delight, then turned to look at the black clam and asked, "What are you here for?"

The black clam is a very arrogant person, although the woman in front of him looks like a ghost and is unfathomable, but the black clam is rarely really afraid of others, so he just snorted and did not intend to answer this woman's question.

The woman still had a smile on her face, and slowly raised her right hand and grabbed at the clam, the five nails of that hand were painted red, long and pointed.

Seeing that the woman was grabbing at him, the speed was extremely slow, but his whole body was shrouded in this grasp, and he couldn't help but be shocked and hid backwards.

The woman suddenly accelerated, one hand flying up and down, erratic, so fast that it was impossible to see how she made a move and where she was going.

The black clam tried his best, staring at the woman's grasp, and could only dodge left and right, and there was no possibility of fighting back. Rao was like this, or was grabbed by the woman on the shoulder on the tenth move.

As soon as the black clam was grabbed by the shoulder, it felt a chill penetrate the flesh and reach the bone marrow, and it shivered from the cold. At the same time, he was sore and numb, and he couldn't use any strength.

Suddenly, the woman saw the silk cloth in the clam's hand, and reached out to take it. Unfold it and look at it, and there is a poem embroidered on the silk cloth:

The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water.

The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.

The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water.

At the end of the poem are embroidered two swords, crossed by each other.

Everyone noticed that the woman's face was getting more and more ugly, her hands were trembling, and as soon as her hand was released, the silk cloth fell to the ground. He muttered in his mouth: "The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost." The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. You two are very affectionate to me. Pity me, I can only be alone, lonely. Today I will kill all the people in the Zhuangzi and burn the roses you planted, and see how kind of love you are? The one on the beam will not let me roll down and die together!"

The people looked up and wondered if there was a man on the roof?