228. Chapter 228 His name is Changhuan Xia Changhuan
The moon was completely covered by dark clouds.
The cold wind around me suddenly picked up, and the thick yellow leaves on the ground were lifted up.
Xia Chu glanced at the tent and the four shadows keeping watch, making sure that none of them would wake up. His eyes moved slightly, and then he raised his head to look at the two people walking out of the forest.
The moonlight had completely disappeared, and she could only see through the flickering firelight.
The man walking in front was taller than the average man, with broad shoulders, long arms, and strong long legs. He seemed to have a good figure.
However, most of his face was covered by hair, his chin was unshaven, and he was wearing a shabby black clothes. He looked somewhat similar to the second master when he came out of seclusion.
He was holding a broken knife in his hand. There were many notches on the knife and there were black stains on it. He didn't know how many people's blood had been contaminated to make it look like that.
Xia Chuyi felt the fire clouds trembling in his sleeves. It seemed as if he had met an interesting opponent, and he was extremely excited.
The other party's broken knife also made a trembling sound. It was unclear whether he knew about the existence of Huo Yun or was excited about being able to have another full meal.
That sword was an ordinary sword, but after drinking too many people's blood, the soul of the sword was awakened. Now it is not an exaggeration to say it is a demon sword.
Xia Chuyi couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart: "What a guy! How awesome!"
Everyone in the world pursues magical weapons. They think that if they have a peerless magical weapon in their hands, and they have it all over the world, they will be able to overpower their opponents by a large margin.
But a true master can use even the softest objects as lethal weapons.
There is a saying in Koburi that flying flowers can hurt people and kill leaves. Here, as long as you are strong enough and your spiritual power can be condensed into soldiers, it is not a problem to move mountains and level seas.
So when she first saw him, Xia Chuyi no longer had any doubts about who the visitor was, and her calculations started to click in her mind, and she had already begun to calculate her chances of winning.
Behind him, of course, was the legendary meat-and-wine monk who could control the unknown.
He is even uglier than expected, with small eyes, rosacea, a big, plump, black mouth, and a yellow monk's robe underneath. He is covered in fat.
Judging from the way he walks, you can tell that he is not a powerful character. Although he has practiced, he is at most a spiritual person. In a real fight, he cannot even touch a hair of the nameless person.
Xia Chuyi squinted his eyes and looked carefully, with an inquiring look.
The two of them stopped ten steps away from her. The monk obviously didn't expect that she would be the only woman outside. He was startled and then sneered.
Xia Chuyi looked at him and opened his mouth, then whispered to the man next to him: "Kill her."
The man didn't nod or answer, but he took steps forward and dragged the broken knife over.
Murderous aura rushed towards his face, causing the fire to flicker and waver.
Xia Chu kept looking at him, her eyelids twitching as she watched him step on the silver needle she inserted on the outside of the tent and continue to walk towards her like no one else.
How can this person not feel pain?
She dusted off her clothes and stood up, raised her eyes to the man in black and said, "Hey, how about we talk?"
Wuming's eyes were dull, as if he couldn't hear what she said. With a murderous look, he raised his hand and slashed Xia Chuyi's head.
"ah--"
A shrill scream pierced the sky, causing all the crows in the surrounding forest to scream and fly out.
Xia Chuyi bent his knees and slipped away from Wuming. When he heard the shout and looked up, he saw the monk standing not far away who had encountered some mechanism. He was hanging in a net on the tree.
There were still a few arrow feathers stuck in his body, and he was obviously dead.
Those net pockets and arrow feathers were brought by the killers who came to kill them, and they were all poisonous. She said that they should just recycle the waste and let Feng Luo use those things to install some simple but powerful mechanisms around them.
That monk was also in a bad state. He just ran around when there was nothing wrong. Wasn't he asking for death? She hadn't asked him how he controlled Wuming yet!
By the way, nameless!
As soon as Xia Chu felt a cold feeling on his back, he immediately pounced forward unsightly, then rolled to the side and quickly stood up.
The monk died, but Wuming did not stop. The moves he used were not fancy, except for chopping and slashing, but they seemed to be born with divine power. Even a simple movement could make him look majestic.
She pointed over there, jumping and shouting at him: "That man is dead! Don't panic. You don't have to listen to him anymore. Let's talk, okay?"
At this moment, Xia Chuyi realized that he, who was usually very articulate, was a scumbag in front of this person, as if he was communicating between two worlds.
She listened to Dao Feng evading another blow, she frowned and said to him helplessly: "Are you from Mars?"
Before he finished saying this, he felt a chill on his face, and Xia Chuyi was shocked in his heart - the speed was fast again!
In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be defeated.
Xia Chuyi wanted to avoid it, but she was able to avoid it, but at that time, she didn't know if her brain was crazy, but she didn't dodge, she just watched the silver light flash, and the blade fell straight down.
Subconsciously raising his hand, the object in his hand was thrown straight out, forming an elegant arc across the nameless and elegant arc.
If you want to beat him, you have to be faster than him.
She took action when he was closest to her. With Huo Yun's intelligence and power, she firmly believed that she would be one step faster than him.
However, after throwing the object in his hand, his other hand felt a scorching temperature and an uneasy trembling.
She was shocked, and when she took a closer look, she immediately wanted to die.
The fire cloud she threw was clearly the sweet potato she had just held in her hand but hadn't eaten yet!
This time it's really dead, dead, dead...
However, just when she was resigned to her fate, closing her eyes and waiting for death, Wuming's knife stopped.
The overwhelming murderous aura shook her forehead to the sides, and a strand of long hair that floated was cut off and fell faintly.
Even if you don't really die, the feeling of stepping into the gate of hell at that moment is enough to leave a lifelong shadow in your heart.
Xia Chuyi didn't feel any pain after waiting for half a second. She quietly opened her closed eyes a crack and saw that Wuming had put away the knife and was sitting on the ground... eating sweet potatoes.
She suddenly felt that the world was colorless, everything was colorless, and all words had lost their meaning. There was no expression or movement that could express her mood at this time.
She froze in place for three seconds, then Wuming devoured the huge sweet potato cleanly, not even the skin was left.
Seeing him looking up at her after eating, she immediately pointed to the fire and said quickly: "It's still burning inside."
The man threw the knife aside, stood up, went to the fire, pulled out all the sweet potatoes, and then sat down to eat, completely ignoring the person he wanted to kill standing in front of him.
Xia Chuyi stared at him for a while, holding her chin with one hand and thinking to herself.
This man didn't seem to be controlled by anyone. At least after the fair-weather monk died, he had nothing to do and looked completely indifferent.
Then it can't be a relationship between friends or superiors and subordinates, it's more like...use!
Thinking of this, Xia Chuyi immediately took out the pheasant chicken that had been marinated today and started roasting it on the fire.
As expected, the man stopped moving when he saw the food. A pair of eyes as black and as fierce as night stared closely at the chicken in Xia Chuyi's hand, and his eyes finally showed some slight fluctuations.
Xia Chuyi had no doubt. With Wuming's wolf-like expression, even if you handed him a piece of raw chicken, he would chew it raw and eat it immediately.
Reaching out and throwing the water bag next to him, she tentatively said: "The fire is going out, can you add some firewood?"
Wuming was obviously willing to listen to her words, but he still sat still.
That expression is like...a child who doesn't understand anything!
Could it be...
An idea flashed through Xia Chuyi's mind. He flipped the chicken with one hand, took the firewood next to him with the other hand, and said to Wuming: "Add more firewood, do you understand?"
As she said that, she threw the firewood into the fire. Seeing her move, Wuming followed suit and took the firewood next to her and threw it into the fire.
He threw it too hard and threw up a bunch of sparks and dust. Xia Chu was choked and kept retreating, and he was so confused that he couldn't open his eyes.
After wiping it with a handkerchief, he looked at Wuming again, and saw that under the reflection of the orange flames, his eyes as black and as fierce as the night were looking straight at her, as if he were a child who had done something wrong.
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She waved her hand at him and said, "It's okay. You did a good job just now. When you see that the fire is getting smaller, you will add more firewood to the fire. Do you understand?"
Wuming didn't answer, but Xia Chuyi felt that he should have understood.
She originally wondered what the meat-and-wine monk used to win over this ruthless killer, but now looking at it, perhaps the bond between the two of them that Jin Yuanbao mentioned might be this simple relationship with food.
One is the owner, and the other is the murder weapon he raised.
It may be a bit exaggerated to say it is a murder weapon, because for him, maybe he doesn't know what everything he does means. He probably only knows that he can have something to eat after killing someone...
Xia Chuyi was now very happy that she had just put the incense in the fire. At first, it was because she was too bored and wanted to have fun alone, fearing that they would interfere.
But now, a bold idea came into her mind, and that idea made her uncontrollably excited.
The chicken was roasted quickly. Xia Chuyi took all the meat off the skewers on a plate and roasted some more for him.
"Come on, let's eat."
When she took the plate, he looked at her and hesitated for a moment, then suddenly took the plate and started to eat vigorously.
Xia Chuyi stood up, and while he was eating, he slowly walked behind him and stretched out his hand towards the back of his head.
"hiss--"
There was a gasp and the blade of the broken knife trembled. Xia Chuyi stepped back and saw that Wuming had already taken the knife and looked at her warily.
Xia Chuyi quickly smiled at him: "Don't panic, I'm just checking your body. You should eat quickly. I won't touch you anymore."
Wuming stared at her for a while, making sure that she wouldn't touch him again, and then continued eating.
When Xia Chu saw him, he turned his head and his smile suddenly faded, revealing a serious expression.
As she expected, there was a swelling on the head of the unknown person. It must have been hit by something or he hit something himself.
There was congestion in his head, so his intelligence level was like that of a baby, and he couldn't think independently at all. It made perfect sense for him to be taken advantage of by that monk.
This person is different from Feng Luo. Feng Luo had his past memories sealed with a special seal, and this person became like this because of brain damage. If she could cure him...
Xia Chuyi pursed her lips and smiled, then stood up and used corpse powder to treat the monk's body. The Wuming was eating intently without even looking at it.
She sprinkled some more powder into the fire, and the shadows who were watching the night opened their eyes and woke up. They rubbed their heads and felt a splitting headache.
Xin asked what happened to them? It’s not like they didn’t stay up all night, so why did they fall asleep today?
Naturally, one can imagine their shocked expressions when they saw a man in black next to the fire.
I don't know when this person came over. If he had made a move against Xia Chuyi, and Xia Chuyi got into trouble because of their negligence, even if they cut themselves to apologize, it wouldn't be enough to atone for their crime!
They turned over and jumped down from the tree, took out their weapons and surrounded Wuming.
Especially when they saw the broken knife stained with blood, they almost wanted to bite their tongues and commit suicide.
This person is definitely a dangerous person, and he is also a five-star dangerous person!
They didn't realize at all that they were going to die, and all those years of training were in vain!
Ying San had the most violent temper, and his first reaction when he saw Wuming was to chop him with a knife.
Xia Chuyi next to him didn't stop him. Instead, he looked up at them with a smile. He saw Wuming holding a chicken leg in one hand and picking up the big knife next to him with lightning speed, blocking Ying San's attack.
go back.
Ying San was so shocked that he stepped back more than ten steps. When he stopped to look, one of his fifth-grade spiritual swords was cut off by a machete with no attributes!
He was stunned for a moment while holding the knife, when he saw a dark shadow flash in front of him, and a cold feeling shot straight out from the soles of his feet, instantly making his whole body freeze.
His face was ashen. Before he saw what happened, he heard Xia Chu's words "Don't kill him." When he looked closely, there was no one in front of him.
The man in black was still sitting next to the fire, chewing on the chicken legs, as if he had never moved.
Several shadows were stunned for a long time, and then they spoke, asking somewhat vaguely: "Miss Xia, who... is this person?"
Xia Chuyi looked at them in astonishment, thinking that Shadow's person had fought Wuming several times, how could he not even recognize his enemy standing right in front of him?
After thinking about it, the shadows seemed to say that everyone who had seen Wuming was dead, and the unrelated people who had not seen Wuming but were at the crime scene were injured and fainted before they could figure out what was going on, so they thought
There is no one who has seen Wuming.
She was immediately happy and said to herself, God help me!
After coughing, she said to several people: "His name is Chang Huan, Xia Changhuan."