"Hehe, Mr. Murong is really confident..."

The brothel woman didn't care about this and giggled.

In the prosperous era, the confidence and pride of the people of the world for the Qin Dynasty have reached the extreme point throughout the ages. Even the women in brothels and the barbarians on the streets believe in their own country. They believe that this matter is just a chance, and they believe that the one waiting for the murderers must be the thunder and anger of the Qin Dynasty.

The woman knew that the young man in front of him was the thirteenth son of the Murong family in the city. Although they were both Murong, they were not as famous as the fist and palm masters in the world. The Murong family cannot be underestimated in the city of Fufeng County. When this person comes out, he must have brought his guards to protect him from his safety.

I don’t know if I thought of a master of at least eighth-grade martial arts hiding beside me. A strange look of excitement appeared in the woman’s heart, and she turned over and jumped on the boy, put her arms around the neck of the aristocratic family in front of her, and walked forward.

Although the clothes on his body are thick, they cannot cover up his youthful body. They are graceful and tempting.

Seeing this, the young man felt a little nervous. Since a few days ago, he was shocked by the Fufeng Bookkeeper under the Fengzi Building. He has been unhappy during this period. His friends have gradually become distant, and there are many people in the family who have been hurt.

As for the guard who was stinging inside and outside, he had been transferred away because of arguing with his father and went to protect his tenth brother. Today, he came out to find a stimulation to vent his feelings. Naturally, he was always here and there, and the smell of makeup was filled with fragrance. Although it was night, his heart was full of desire and his palms gradually became unhonest.

Just as he was holding the woman to taste the red lips, someone passed by on the road. The wind brought up to lift the hidden blue silk that sheltered from the carriage window. As the rise and fall, he saw a figure slowly walking over and saw the young man looking at him expressionlessly.

It was already night now, and he could see the blood in his pupils clearly, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head, and his whole body suddenly became cold. The originally rising desire disappeared directly. If someone took the light to see it, he could see his face as pale as snow.

When the woman was in love, she found that the boy had no reaction at all. When she was curious, she heard footsteps suddenly rising up like ghosts, and her heart burst. Only then did she realize that the palms that were holding behind the boy were wet with cold sweat, which was quite sticky.

The calm footsteps gradually faded away, but it seemed that they had never been far away.

The brothel woman must practice the ability to observe her expressions and expressions. She has speculated that something is wrong from this abnormal situation and the slightly trembling body of the boy in front of her.

In my mind, I remembered the massacre of today. When I thought of the three generations of family destruction, my face was cut into pieces, and a sense of horror appeared involuntarily.

Murong Tong swallowed, his heart beat wildly, and he lowered his head and lay down here with the brothel woman, as if he could hide himself in this way.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and thoughts flew in his mind.

Who is this person, why did he suddenly appear, and where was he just now?

At this moment, I suddenly remembered what my coachman said when I came.

"Young Master, it's time for our car to be repaired. It's quite difficult to pull the horse today."

Damn it! He actually hid under the carriage.

When the boy thought of this, he almost screamed, but his face became paler.

Step by step, the sound echoed on the empty streets, fell into the ears, and fell into the heart, like soaking in the snow in winter, and the unspeakable chill penetrated into the soul.

The footsteps are getting farther and farther away.

The inside and outside of the carriage seem to have become two worlds.

It is extremely light when inhaling, but when exhaling, it becomes rapid and severe because of the fear in my heart.

The sound of the heart beating rapidly became clearer and clearer, like a war drum.

The sound of the footsteps went farther and farther away.

step,

Two steps,

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of the heart gradually calmed down.

Both of them felt a ridiculous feeling of survival and a little relaxed. Murong Fu felt that he had lost face, raised his head and forced himself to say:

"It's just a pedestrian, it's your fear..."

The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves, and the bleak sounds sound.

The cool breeze blew across Murong Tong's cheeks, and the boy's pupils widened.

The silk cloth was lifted up at some point, and he looked at himself quietly with his face.

There were dozens of cut marks on the face, like an evil ghost. When I saw myself noticed it, I grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth. My eyes were very white and my pupils were extremely black. I turned slightly, but I had never spoken, but I felt crazy suppression coming to my face.

The boy's body stiffened.

At this moment, he was extremely afraid, but for some reason, he couldn't speak at all.

"Oh, I'm just a weak woman, how can I compare with the young master..."

The woman in her arms turned her back to the face and could not see it. She relaxed and smiled sweetly. But in Murong Tong's eyes, she saw that the palm wrapped in Qiu Ye's coldness, slowly stretched in from the window, spreading her five fingers slightly, looking at the black blood stains on her fingertips, gradually occupying her entire field of vision.

Very slowly, he grabbed his face little by little.

But you can still hear a delicate voice in your ears, and there is a sweet breath on your cheeks.

Lively and fragrant.

Evil ghosts seek life.

The sound of laughter is in my ears.

But he felt dead silent.

The boy opened his mouth, and his eyes showed despair. The woman didn't know anything and stepped forward to kiss the corner of his mouth. It was as soft as jade. Murong Tong's eyes blinked slightly, and he couldn't help but lie down two lines of turbid tears.

The fingers were slightly opened, almost touching his face.

Get closer little by little………

The sound of the sword of Qingyue suddenly burst out.

The sharp sword energy swept over, and a wooden sword used the technique of a phoenix nodding, pointing out three cold lights, and at the same time fell towards his point of a hole. Thunder roared and roared, tearing the dead and suppressed atmosphere apart in an extremely thick and ruthless manner. A little surprise appeared on the disfigured face, and his body was like a phantom, retreating quickly.

A simple wooden sword slashed the next moment.

There was a thunder entangled it, illuminating the night and the boy in blue-shirted with a sword.

This was Murong Tong's face that was most afraid of resentment during this period. At this time, he looked so kind and respectable that he almost made him cry.

Wang Anfeng landed on the ground with his sword, held the sword in front of him with his right hand, and used his left hand to mount the inner strength of the golden bell cover, and slapped the carriage with a palm. He did not use the change of palm technique, but only pushed the carriage with brute force and pushed the carriage several steps and leaned against the wall next to the street.

The horse ate this force and made a sad sound, attracting the coachman and stall owner who were eating at the stall not far away.

The coachman stood up and saw the two confrontation. Seeing the man holding a long narrow knife in one hand and a gloomy temperament, his heart trembled, and he knew in his mind that he was afraid he would not have won the first prize today.

I was anxious and wanted to run over to see the situation of my young master, but at this time, my whole body no longer obeyed my orders, did not dare to go over, nor did I dare to escape, so I had to stand there with a bitter face.

And at the carriage, the Danfeng Valley warrior who was disguised on his face looked at the boy in front of him, stretched out his blood-red tongue and licked his lower lips, grinned, and dozens of scarred wounds on his face twisted and entangled like black centipedes, and said in a low voice:

"So it's you, Young Master Fufeng."

"I'm going to find you."

He was discovered by Wang Anfeng that day. Although he was deceived, he was cautious by nature. Later, he collected information and naturally learned about the identity of the boy that day. He even knew that he must have been discovered by him. Not only was he discovered, but he was also teased by him.

Teasing...ho, teasing, he must look down on me.

Just like the family last night, I looked down on me like them.

If not.

When I walked past his yard, why did that little boy look at me more?

Under the pressure of the mission, his suppressed and distorted temperament was released even more. Today, Japan is planning to stay near the Fufeng Academy, waiting for an opportunity to kill this bookkeeper and bury him.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived near Fufeng Academy, I ran into a face.

Isn't it Tiangu?

Isn’t it Tian Gu?

The martial warrior of Danfeng Valley was laughing silently, raised his right hand, and moved his five fingers, then he held it firmly on the hilt of the knife, slowly pulled it out with force, and the sharp and narrow blade was deshewn, and blood was still left on the blade.

As a warrior, I no longer care about protecting my weapons.

Wang Anfeng looked at the killer opposite with a sword.

He didn't get anything today. When he was about to return to Fufeng Academy, he smelled the fragrance of mutton soup. He wanted to drink a few... a bowl, but he came over, but he noticed the strong murderous intent. Seeing the killer's behavior, he was in a hurry and took all his strength to force him to drive him away.

When he was drawing out the sword, he deliberately penetrated the thunder energy. At this time, the night was silent, and the thunder sword roared far away. He had seen the warriors on the street just now. They were not too far away, and they should be able to arrive in a moment.

But in front of you, a fierce battle is inevitable.

The young man held a wooden sword in his hand, his internal force flowed, and his mind entered the state of emptiness and meditation.

There is no other appearance, no self appearance, no sentient being appearance.

The two of them confronted each other, and the atmosphere became more and more silent and depressing. When the vendor saw this, he moved carefully to the back, intending not to alarm the killer, but his footsteps fell, and the lightest sound was extremely obvious in the ears of warriors of this level.

The tremor sound of the unique impact of the Qi and the weapon's impact echoed throughout the street in an instant.
Chapter completed!