But thinking about the sword energy just now, and looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, four people were killed with one sword...
Another thought flashed through me.
Really human?
The other people who were surrounding Meng Xi couldn't help but take a step back, their expressions solemn. They no longer had the previous relaxed joy, let alone ridicule.
"Who!" they shouted.
The woman came slowly and stepped over the scattered corpses: "Momen, Qixing."
In fact, there was no need to ask, Ben already knew that Mo Sect was tracking them, so those who came were naturally Mo disciples.
I just didn’t expect that there is such a master, and she is still a young girl. Isn’t Momen dead?
"Okay, you Mo disciples are stubborn!" The man holding the machete gritted his teeth and shouted, "If you insist on entangled, then we will have no choice but to fight to the death!"
After that, he greeted everyone again.
"Kill them!"
The scimitar left his hand and whirled straight towards the seven stars.
Before Qixing could move, Meng Xichang had already stepped over, raised his sword and struck, causing the scimitar to fly towards and cut into the big tree.
The man with the scimitar leaped forward, and the remaining scimitar swept straight down Meng Xi's lower body.
Meng Xi put his long sword on the ground and raised his feet to spin. The man with the scimitar rolled to the ground to avoid the blow.
"Miss Qixing." Meng Xichang shouted, "Leave this to me, you go find Zhu Sanlian, he already knows the news and wants to run away——"
As they were talking, the remaining four people also came to kill them, but some also ran towards the forest.
It was that Wu Laodao, making a sharp cry while running.
The seven-star six-foot sword swung up and stood up from the ground. Directly opposite, a man who turned a fan into several darts in his hands groaned and fell to the ground on his back——
Qixing put his feet on his body and walked towards the forest.
With a scream, Wu Laodao, who had not run far away, was killed by a sword. The last thing he saw was the woman's figure cutting through the night and heading deep into the forest.
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….
The night gradually faded, and in the room shrouded in blue light, the rich man lying on the bed suddenly sat up.
"What did you say?" he asked in disbelief.
Because he was in such a hurry, Zhike didn't bother to light the lamp, and his face was dim.
"Informants outside the capital discovered that Qixing was looking for the killers from Zhusan Company." He said, "It seems that their lair has been found."
The rich man stood up: "When? Aren't you staring at her?"
When will you leave the capital? When will you investigate those killers?
Hasn’t he already put the capital under martial law? When will these things be done?
Zhike looked ashamed: "She celebrated the festival with the young master, and then went to put out river lanterns. She also made river lanterns with her own hands and brought them to the young master. She went shopping and bought a cart full of things. She went back in the middle of the night and rested as soon as she got back...nothing at all
Anomaly found."
Rich Man Gao sneered: "That must be a substitute, someone was replaced when I wasn't paying attention."
Zhike turned around and scolded the figures standing in the room: "Think carefully! What's going on? Is there anything abnormal?"
Several figures looked at each other, and for a moment of panic, someone thought of something.
"The abnormality, the abnormality is that Miss Qixing put on a veil halfway, saying she wanted to block the ashes of the fireworks."
There are many women wearing veils on the street. After all, many women don't like to appear in public, so they don't pay too much attention to such trivial matters as women's outfits.
Now it seems that this is wrong.
Zhike raised his foot and kicked him: "Idiot!"
The figure fell to the ground and huddled up in a ball. It was obvious that he was in pain, but he did not dare to make a sound.
Several other people knelt down.
"Okay." The rich man stopped and said, "Go down."
Those people stood up hurriedly, lifted up the crouched man on the ground, and retreated out together.
The room was quiet for a moment, and the wealthy man suddenly smiled.
"It turns out that in the name of expanding the workshop, people come in, not to arrange their own manpower, but to have already arranged it." He said, "Our little boss is really a veteran in doing things."
He stared at her, but she quietly ran away from him on guard.
Zhike looked downcast: "Sir, brothers Zhu Sanlian are not reliable."
Those killers have no loyalty. Although they have never shown their faces, they have been together for so many years and have to rely on the hands of the Zhusan brothers to support the killers. Their identities have been somewhat revealed.
If the Seven Stars were allowed to catch the evidence...
Rich Man Gao said: "Go and arrange people. If the Zhusan brothers can't kill the woman, then let them die."
Zhike responded, sighing secretly, this is another loss.
In the dim room, the rich man's face was covered with a layer of cyan.
"Let her be the head of the clan, instead of taking the order of the emperor, but rely on her status to do messy things. Our good Mo clan will be turned into a mess by her." He said slowly, "Just like her father,
If you don’t take the high road that you should take, you will abandon the near and seek the far, which will destroy the foundation of our Momen..."
At this point, he raised his head and sneered.
"Does she think that by using the order as a temptation, we won't dare to let her go? She can do whatever she wants?"
He looked at Zhike.
"Go tell Liu Yan that it would be better to leave our head in his charge."
Zhike hesitated for a moment: "Then Juzi Ling..."
"If she really thinks about Momen, when she is about to die..." Mr. Gao shook his clothes, sat down, and said, "She will give the order to Momen's most precious treasure."
Facts have proved that young people still cannot be allowed to live a good life.
Zhike responded yes.
"I will personally assist Liu Yan."
After that, he withdrew. As he left, countless figures near the deep house dispersed outwards in the mist of green light and morning mist.
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At the darkest moment of dawn, the jasmine lamp had burned out and only the petals were left floating in the bowl. The young master fell asleep on the table and fell into a deep sleep.
The door next to the wall suddenly opened, and a figure walked in quietly without saying a word, and touched Gao Xiaoliu in the darkness.
Gao Xiaoliu, who was sleeping at his desk, kicked his foot up, and the figure groaned, "It's me, it's me -"
Fortunately, he spoke in time, and Gao Xiaoliu recognized his servant and relieved him in time without kicking him away.
"What are you doing?" he said angrily, "Sneaking around."
The boy whispered: "I'm afraid of being discovered." He held Gao Xiaoliu's retracted feet and came to him, "Sir, what you asked me to keep an eye on..."
Whisper a few words into his ear.
Gao Xiaoliu's eyes were dark.
"So, as expected..." he said quietly, "I am just a decoration in this capital hall."
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…
Green light shrouded the earth, and after passing through layers of dense forests, there was a large house at the foot of the mountain. The lights had not been extinguished yet. There were boxes scattered in the yard, and there were jewelry on the ground.
At first glance, it looks like after a carnival, but also like fleeing and moving.
A man who looked like a bamboo pole stood under the eaves and screamed: "Pick up everything on the ground, don't throw away any of them!"
Another man who looked exactly like him came out of the room, also with a sharp voice: "Brother needs a car for himself and can't fit it in!"
The man from before looked dissatisfied: "Brother lost his hand, not his foot. Let him go by himself and let me get the car out of the way."
"Zhu Laosan! Are you tired of living?" Another man rushed out and shouted, "Are you going to abandon me?"
This man cannot be said to be exactly the same as the two people standing together before, because he has no hands.
"We didn't want to abandon you." Zhu Laosan said hurriedly, "I just think there is no need to run away."
"That's right, there are so many Scimitar Liu and his friends, why can't they still kill those one or two Mo disciples?" Zhu Laoer also said, "Boss, you are really scared out of your wits."
Bringing up old memories hurts the scars, and Boss Zhu's face becomes even greener.
"I'm not scared out of my wits! I don't want to cause trouble. The man asked us not to be found." He shouted, "If we make that man unhappy, we will not have a good life!"
The three of them were making a noise when someone rushed in and shouted: "The Mo disciples are coming to kill——"
The noise stopped, and Zhu Laoer took a step forward and asked, "How many people are there?"
Before he finished speaking, a sound broke through the air. The person who had just crossed the threshold spurted blood from his chest, his eyes widened, and he threw himself to the ground while maintaining the posture of running forward.
Behind him, someone stepped over the threshold and stepped on the corpse.
The three Zhu brothers standing under the eaves looked slightly stunned.
A person? Or a woman…..
"It's her!" Boss Zhu suddenly shouted, with a sharp voice, pointing at the person with his bare and handless arm, "It's her!"
The attack on a rainy night, although it was dim and unclear, the woman was deeply engraved in my heart, and I kept having her hands chopped off by her again and again in my dream.
Zhu Lao Er Lao San also recognized it.
In the cyan skylight, this woman looked thinner than that rainy night. A six-foot sword was hanging by her side, as if there was another person standing beside her.
"Of course it's me." Qixing looked at the three of them, "When you killed me, didn't you know my identity?"
She moved forward slowly, word by word.
"Since you know that I am a descendant of Momen, you should know that I will come again."
"We, the descendants of Momen, will not repay evil with kindness."
"If you want to take my life, I will chop off your head."
