The men in black who originally wanted to cut Xiyue suddenly found that it was cold behind them and the temperature seemed to have dropped suddenly. Their hearts suddenly trembled. They were about to look back, but the moment they turned back, they saw a flash of cold light.
The soft sword like a spiritual snake passed through the air, and in just the blink of an eye, the seven or eight men in black fell to the ground at the same time. There was a very thin sword mark on their necks, and the sword saw the blood of the feudal lord.
A gust of night wind blew by, and the strong smell of blood immediately filled the entire yard.
Dead, they were all dead. She had never seen so many people die in front of her. Xiahou Xiyue, who was greatly stimulated, only had time to see Duanmu Xiu, who had put away his soft sword, slowly walking towards her, and then fainted.
passed.
"Xiaoyue..." Duanmu Xiu walked quickly to her side and found that she was not injured but fainted. He breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to pick her up. Just as he was about to leave the inn, he suddenly heard something in his ears.
Hearing a strange noise, he didn't look back and said in a cold voice, "Since you've come out, why bother hiding in the dark."
"Brother, not only is his swordsmanship superb, but his hearing is also amazing. I admire you." I saw a young man wearing white clothes and holding a folding fan in his hand walking out of the darkness, obviously remembering what happened just now.
Everything is in sight.
When Duanmu Xiu heard this, he just frowned, obviously not interested in saying anything more to him, and walked away with Xiahou Xiyue in his arms.
"My name is Mu Yang. You have a lot of personality. I like to be friends with people with personality. How about we make friends?" Seeing that he was leaving, Mu Yang immediately followed him, very friendly.
He said to him with a smile.
"I don't need friends, don't follow me." Duanmu Xiu said coldly with a bad tone.
"How can you not need friends in life? As the saying goes, you rely on your parents at home and your friends when you go out. I am really sincere in making friends with you." Mu Yang said without giving up.
"I'm not interested. I'm warning you, if you follow me again, I'll be rude to you." Duanmu Xiu suddenly turned around, with a sinister murderous intent in his deep black eyes, and the chill radiating from his body was shocking.
shudder.
"Brother, don't be like this. I don't mean any harm. I really just want to be friends with you." This man is too cool and cold, but what he likes is his unique personality.
I like it, Mu Yang said with a smile.
Duanmu Xiu looked back and ignored him and continued walking forward. On the cold street, the cool breeze was blowing. He pulled his coat and wrapped it tightly around Xiahou Xiyue's body.
Mu Yang seemed to have made up his mind to be friends with him and followed him all the time.
Duanmu Xiu decided to ignore him to the end, found another inn, asked for a private room, and immediately went in with Xiahou Xiyue in his arms.
He had just put Xiahou Xiyue on the bed, and she was having nightmares uneasily: "Oh... I didn't mean it... I didn't want to kill you... Wu... blood... so much blood... Xiu, save me...
…Woo…”
"Xiaoyue, don't be afraid. The bad guys are all dead. They can't hurt you anymore." Duanmu Xiu sat beside the bed, reaching out and gently touching her struggling face, trying to comfort her.
"No... don't come here... I don't want to kill people... Wu... I don't want..." Xiahou Xiyue began to cry softly in her dream. The man in black who originally wanted to chop Xiyue suddenly found that there was a chill behind him.
The temperature seemed to have suddenly dropped, and their hearts suddenly trembled. They were about to look back, but at the moment they looked back, they saw a flash of cold light, and a soft sword as flexible as a snake passed through the air, just in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, the seven or eight men in black fell to the ground at the same time. There was a very thin sword mark on their necks, and the blood of Fenghou was seen with one sword strike.
A gust of night wind blew by, and the strong smell of blood immediately filled the entire yard.
Dead, they were all dead. She had never seen so many people die in front of her. Xiahou Xiyue, who was greatly stimulated, only had time to see Duanmu Xiu, who had put away his soft sword, slowly walking towards her, and then fainted.
passed.
"Xiaoyue..." Duanmu Xiu walked quickly to her side and found that she was not injured but fainted. He breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to pick her up. Just as he was about to leave the inn, he suddenly heard something in his ears.
Hearing a strange noise, he didn't look back and said in a cold voice, "Since you've come out, why hide in the dark."
"Brother, not only is his swordsmanship superb, but his hearing is also amazing. I admire you." I saw a young man wearing white clothes and holding a folding fan in his hand walking out of the darkness, obviously remembering what happened just now.
Everything is in sight.
When Duanmu Xiu heard this, he just frowned, obviously not interested in saying anything more to him, and walked away with Xiahou Xiyue in his arms.
"My name is Mu Yang. You have a lot of personality. I like to be friends with people with personality. How about we make friends?" Seeing that he was leaving, Mu Yang immediately followed him, very friendly.
He said to him with a smile.
"I don't need friends, don't follow me." Duanmu Xiu said coldly with an unkind tone.
"How can you not need friends in life? As the saying goes, you rely on your parents at home and your friends when you go out. I am really sincere in making friends with you." Mu Yang said without giving up.
"I'm not interested. I'm warning you, if you follow me again, I'll be rude to you." Duanmu Xiu suddenly turned around, with a sinister murderous intent in his deep black eyes, and the chill radiating from his body was shocking.
shudder.
"Brother, don't be like this. I don't mean any harm. I really just want to be friends with you." This man is too cool and cold, but what he likes is his unique personality.
I like it, Mu Yang said with a smile.
Duanmu Xiu looked back and ignored him and continued walking forward. On the cold street, the cool breeze was blowing. He pulled his coat and wrapped it tightly around Xiahou Xiyue's body.
Mu Yang seemed to have made up his mind to be friends with him and followed him all the time.
Duanmu Xiu decided to ignore him to the end, found another inn, asked for a private room, and immediately went in with Xiahou Xiyue in his arms.
He had just put Xiahou Xiyue on the bed, and she was having nightmares uneasily: "Oh... I didn't mean it... I didn't want to kill you... Wu... blood... so much blood... Xiu, save me...
…Woo…”
"Xiaoyue, don't be afraid. The bad guys are all dead. They can't hurt you anymore." Duanmu Xiu sat beside the bed, reaching out and gently touching her struggling face, trying to comfort her.
"No...don't come here...I don't want to kill anyone...oh...I don't want..." Xiahou Xiyue began to cry softly in her dream.
