Luo Mingguang pointed to Mu Yun with a smile as he was performing a big stone on his chest and said, "That day, Brother Yan and I came down from the mountain, and there was no copper on our body. I almost made a living with Brother Yan!"

Mu Yun looked at her with big eyes and laughed "Puff", "You two have big stones broken in your chest! Stop teasing, sister, can you swing the sledgehammer?"

Luo Mingguang bulged his cheeks and glanced at Zhao Yan: "Brother Yun, you're not thinking about it. Brother Yan asked me to lie there and press the big stone. He's here to swing the hammer!"

Mu Yun coughed a few times, "Brother Yan needs to go on with one blow. I guess my beautiful girl is only left with a pile of meat paste!"

While the two were talking and laughing, Zhao Yan was not seen. Luo Mingguang turned his head and found that his eyes were fixed on one side. She felt that his figure was a little tense.

Looking along his sight, I saw a girl mixed in the crowd. She was around fifteen or sixty years old, her hair was wrapped in blue cloth, tied into a knot directly in front of her, which was a simple and simple female hair accessories.

A face is very ordinary, but a pair of eyes are too narrow and long, with the eyes being raised at the end, giving people a sharp feeling. They are wearing a very neat short jacket, with a waist tied, and there is no skirt on their lower body, just a pair of wide-leg pants, and a circle of straps are tied with trousers.

The clothes and women are both the same blue color. If you are a person who knows how to use them, you can roughly see that the materials on her body are not made of geese, non-hide, and non-silk.

But Luo Mingguang didn't understand any of the fabrics, clothing and other things, and couldn't see anything.

This was obviously a look of a martial arts man, not to mention that she was holding a weapon in her hand. Given the jokes made in the past, Luo Mingguang did not dare to judge whether it was a sword or a knife.

The girl's long and narrow eyes were wandering around in the crowd, as if she was looking for someone.

The book-shaped pendant that Master Luo Mingguang gave her at her death was hung under her waist as a pressing skirt. At this time, for some reason, the heat suddenly started to heat up, and the heat was slightly burning the skin through the fabric.

She reached out and grabbed it, and in the palm of her hand, light and heat were introduced at the same time. She nodded and smiled with clairvoyance. She called Brother Yan, trying to tell him what she knew, and at this moment, Zhao Yan's body rushed out like a big bird.

Ten feet away, the blue shadow and silver light flashed at the same time, and the speed was as fast as lightning, like antelope hanging in the gap, making people unable to see what was going on. Almost at the same time, a bloody rain splashed out, flying out with a black ball.

These few times happened in the light of the calcium carbide and lightning, and people did not see where the blood rain came from, nor did they know what happened.

When Luo Mingguang and the people came to their senses, there was an extra child's body on the ground at some point, and the head was rolling on the ground about a meter, with blood splashing all over the ground, and even many splashing on the nearby people.

One after another, terrified and heartache screams sounded one after another, and the bustling street intersection that was just a moment ago suddenly exploded.

Some were panicking and shouting: "It is the passing god who sent the punishment, it must be the passing god who sent the passing god! Oh my God, has this child committed some great evil?"

Someone had already kneeled down and kept bowing to the void with his hands: "Please give a clear understanding of the gods and immortals, a young man is honest and has never done anything bad..."

Through the gap between people's chaotic figures, Luo Mingguang saw a blue figure rolling away like smoke and dust, and behind her, she was chasing a black figure. The black figure leaned back, which was Mu Yun wearing a dark purple robe.

Luo Mingguang ran away with his feet and shouted, "Brother Yan, I will go too, I will go too!"

When Han Caibo came out of a bookstore, he heard this familiar, soft, and coquettish sound. He looked over and found that there was a mess there, with people running in a hurry or jumping on the spot. The slender and petite girl lifted her skirt with her hands and ran forward through the messy crowd.

He waved to the servant following behind him. The two of them quickly walked over to check. Without walking two steps, they saw Zhao Yan's figure flashing back, spreading his long arms, and picking up the petite girl and galloping away again.

He couldn't help but shake his head. This girl was too careless about men and women's defenses. The prince of Shunyi was so. He was still not afraid of suspicion when he arrived in the capital. Only a sedan chair was carried in from the side door of Shunyi's palace. How could such a vivid girl be so good if she was a child for someone?

A high-ranking rank like the Shunyi Prince's Mansion, he did not think he could be the position of a princess as a daughter of a fifth-rank official.

Luo Mingguang's identity is not shameful. Fan Ju has already revealed it clearly after walking like this.

He sighed and pushed the crowd away and walked in. He saw a circle of people surrounding him. The child's body was placed on the ground in the middle. Someone picked up the head and placed it on the neat incision on his neck.

A very young woman was tying her hands, her lips trembled so hard that she couldn't cry. She wanted to pick up the child, but she couldn't accept it, and she was shocked and helpless. She almost passed away with her back.

Another young man in his twenties rolled on the ground, completely ignoring the blood all over the ground, sometimes wailing, sometimes silent, and crying like a heartbroken heart.

These two people are probably the parents of the children.

Han Caibai squeezed over, shook his head and sighed at the tragic situation on the ground, turned around and asked the servant to take out a ingot of broken silver and handed it to the young woman.

The woman seemed to have lost her mind, staring at the child on the ground blankly, and ignored the silver handed over.

An old man in sixties next to him came over with tears and kowtowed, "The little folk generation Erniu couple thanked you!"

Han Caibo handed the money over to him for custody, and sighed and turned around with the servant.

Zhao Yan then hugged Luo Mingguang without any effort, and soon after, he caught up with Mu Yun again. The three of them kept chasing out of the city but did not catch up with the green shadow.

After a while, he arrived at a road with no one and sparse trees on both sides. Luo Mingguang was pinched by Zhao Yan so hard that he could hardly get up. Taking advantage of his slowdown, he hurriedly said: "Stop, stop chasing..."

Zhao Yan stopped and looked down at her, with questions in his eyes.

"Ahem, ahem, let me down first..." Luo Mingguang held the pressing skirt under his waist tightly with one hand, stroked his chest with the other, and gasped: "Brother Yan, you can't catch up with her, so you don't have to chase her anymore, she's nearby!"

Zhao Yan tensed his body instantly when he heard this, then he unsheathed his sword, pulled Luo Mingguang with his left hand, and held her in his arms again, and glanced around with his eyes alertly.

Seeing Zhao Yan's instant action, Mu Yun flashed in surprise, and then he withdrew his eyes and asked repeatedly: "Where is it, where?" He said, pulling out his own knife.

"She's right..."

A gust of wind choked Luo Mingguang's words back to his throat. The sharp cold air of the blade was sandwiched in the wind and came to his face at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
Chapter completed!