The smoke cleared, but the place had changed. This was a secluded valley, and a carriage was waiting in the shaded forest.
The thin layer of smoke is also gradually shrinking, revealing a skinny old man in yellow clothes, unusually thin, like a bone frame supporting human skin, a pair of snake eyes on the high cheekbones are slightly brown in color, look When people are clearly looking squarely, it is also like squinting. The eyes are evil, which makes people feel unspeakably uncomfortable.
He smiled fiercely, looked Meng Fuyao over, and said, "Women...women are too ugly to look at."
Yan Jingchen forced a smile, lowered his head and hugged Meng Fuyao and hurried into the car, before he could sit still, the old man in yellow also floated up and sat next to Yan Jingchen. on his lap.
Yan Jingchen froze, and the old man in yellow immediately noticed it, turned his head and said sinisterly, "What? I immediately disliked the master after having this woman? What did you say at the beginning? If I knew you were like this, I would kill you!" she."
"Master was joking." Yan Jingchen raised his head immediately and said with a smile, "How could it be... just because he was afraid that the coachman would see..." After he spoke, his voice faded, but he leaned closer to the old man in yellow.
The old man in yellow smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and patted his hand, but didn't let it go, he grabbed it and rubbed it slowly on his palm, and said, "That's good...look how much I love you, Master, you want this woman , I’m not happy to do it for you, how will you repay me?”
This is the second time he asked about repayment, Yan Jingchen didn't dare not answer anymore, forced a smile, lowered his eyelashes and said, "Master has kindness to disciples, disciples...everything belongs to master..."
The old man in yellow laughed again, as if he was very satisfied with the answer, he leaned close to Yan Jingchen's ear, and whispered, "Tonight... night... pity..."
He caressed Yan Jingchen's face, smiled overjoyed, and said, "I don't like women's breath, I'll go back first."
Yan Jingchen bowed, "Yes, please go ahead."
The figure of the old man in yellow flashed, and dissipated like smoke. Yan Jingchen's tense shoulders relaxed a little. He stared blankly at the direction in which the old man in yellow disappeared, and suddenly grabbed a towel and wiped his face desperately. , He wiped it so hard that the skin on his face was almost scratched, and there were faint bloodshots.
Feeling the scorching pain, Yan Jingchen, who was wiping his face frantically, seemed to realize that his hands were heavy. He quickly put down the towel, touched his face, thought for a while, and took out a box of Shengji Sanzai from his bosom, and carefully rubbed it on the wound. painted on.
You can't leave any traces, otherwise you will be discovered by that suspicious old guy, and it will be another endless questioning, and then...
His hands that applied the medicine gradually stopped, his face gradually turned pale, and his breathing gradually became short of breath. Some unbearable scenes that could not be faced back and forth came up, those pale and bright red, those decaying breaths and endless tossing and turning, those in the bright Days of bright days and nights of agony.
Those turbulent things hit his internal organs as if they were shaking, causing unbearable pains one after another.
Yan Jingchen sat in a daze, the light and shadow of the sun was cut by the car curtain, mottled and fell on his pale face, blurring his brows, his hand finally fell slowly, and landed on Meng Fuyao's peaceful sleeping face.
He caressed Meng Fuyao's flying eyebrows, eyes covered with long eyelashes, and lips with graceful lines. He stroked them meticulously and attentively, as if he wanted to use his fingers to deeply penetrate this long-lost face into his heart one by one.
Fuyao, when you are running around the Seven Kingdoms, when you have made great achievements in Wuji, when you are gradually becoming famous on the stage of the Seven Kingdoms, have you ever imagined that there is a person who wants to catch up with you, desperate to catch up with you? To get you, he... also gave up everything
Willing to fall, offering sacrifices to the devil, there will never be salvation in this life.
The carriage is shaking slightly, the bamboo curtains are rustling, and the bright green color seems to have a bit of the greenness of the mountains and forests. It is clean and clean, born in the natural water and soil, enjoying the sun and rain, but that The cleanliness and cleanliness, I can no longer have it in this life.
Yan Jingchen smiled slightly.
The young head of the sect, with a thunderous name, swept Shangyuan, and became famous all over the world.
Those glorious deeds and titles.
Who can see the abandonment and struggle behind
He laughed, wantonly laughing, silent and close to madness.
In that shattered smile, tears gradually rolled down and dripped onto Meng Fuyao's cheeks.
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Yan Jingchen doesn't live in the guild hall arranged by Tiansha for the warriors participating in the Zhenwu Conference. He lives in the villa of Heng Wang Zhan Beiheng. The new head, Yan Jingchen, changed his name to Xuanyuanzong and was jointly run by the Yan family. Zhan Beiheng has always been fond of dating noble warriors from all over the world, such as the Yan family and his wife.
Yan Jingchen entered through the back door and directly entered a cellar where items were stored. Before going down, he asked the servant beside him, "Where is Madam?"
The servant replied, "Madam came back after the martial arts competition, and was invited by Concubine Heng to enjoy the flowers." Then he said, "Mr. Sang told you to go see him when you come back."
Yan Jingchen's fingers were stiff, and after a long while, he let out a "hmm", and went down to the cellar. The light in the cellar was dim, but the furnishings were exquisite. The tables, chairs and bed curtains were complete. Yan Jingchen put Meng Fuyao down, took her dagger and threw it away. On one side, he took out a dark chain from his sleeve, locked her wrist on the bedpost, and looked at it for a long while, then gritted his teeth and left in a hurry.
The candles in the elegant room in the front yard were red, and the old man in yellow poured himself a drink. After a few sips, he glanced out the window with lewd eyes.
Yan Jingchen came over in a hurry, saw the figure on the window, paused for a while, stomped his feet, opened the door and went in.
The night is quiet, the moon is in the middle of the sky, the sound of the wind slowly passes through the forest, disturbing the leaves to whisper softly, as if trapped in the night and entangled in groans, the lotus leaves in the pond are half rolled, and water drops occasionally fall from the clean green cover. After pouring down, it rolled into the center of the pool like pearls.
Behind the half-closed curtain, beads of sweat rolled quietly from the jade-like skin, suppressed low panting, stretched out a thin hand between the messy mattress, and the owner of the hand spewed out foul smelling and decayed, which belonged to the twilight years the unpleasant smell of the victim.
On weekdays, this is not the first time he has endured this kind of breath, but today, it seems that because of the woman's close proximity, he feels a little more desolate and humiliating, and the disgust is a little bit more, so he can't help but give in slightly.
It's just a very slight concession, but the distance of the fingernail is long.
The old man had already noticed that his fingers suddenly stopped, stopped in mid-air, and speculated for a long time, "It seems that the old man is still helping the wrong one."
"Master!" Yan Jingchen panicked, and leaned over wrapped in blankets, "It's not what you think, disciple... disciple just feels a little unwell..."
"Really?" The old man looked at him indifferently, stretched out his hand and pushed him down, "Since you're not feeling well, let's rest." He put on his clothes and stood up.
Yan Jingchen avoided looking at his clothes, half propped himself up to look at the old man's back, and said for a while, "It's night... where are you going?"
Looking back, the old man smiled a little strangely, "I'm not having fun, go turn off the fire."
Yan Jingchen's face changed drastically, he sat up abruptly, knelt on the bed and moved over, and grabbed his skirt, "Master... the apprentice is already healed... you, you still..."
"Where are you going?" the old man in yellow smiled amiably, covered him with a quilt, and said, "Take a good rest, no one can tire you out if you are tired, you are my precious apprentice, the final of the Zhenwu Conference, fog The disciples of Yin Xinghui Yunhunyuepo have all participated, you have to fight for me, the old man was defeated by Wuyin Xinghui, and fell to the end of the top ten. I haven't swallowed it for ten years, and now I'm counting on you to earn me back this face."
"Disciple... will definitely live up to the expectations of the master." Yan Jingchen lowered his head and replied shyly.
"That's right." Yan Sha laughed, turned and left, Yan Jingchen looked at his back, stunned on the bed, and slowly clenched the quilt in his hands.
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Yan Sha walked fast all the way, and went straight to the cellar. The guards at the cellar door saw that he didn't dare to say more, so they bowed their heads and stepped aside. , After a while, he showed a weird smile.
He looked at Meng Fuyao quietly, his eyes flickered with yellow light, and a light gray mist gradually rose around his body, covering his figure as if nothing existed.
"Is this the kind of woman?" Yan Sha murmured, "It's just that she's younger."
He sneered bitterly, and said, "Killing you, the brat will feel at ease."
Stretching out the fingers, the fingernails of the five fingers are like claws, the edges are black and the center is yellowish, and the fingertips are smoky, stretching straight to Meng Fuyao's throat!
The room was full of coolness, and the smoke quickly dispersed, giving off a murderous aura.
"Hiss—"
But the fingertips stopped suddenly a centimeter away from Meng Fuyao's throat, a suffocating silence appeared in the air instantly, the expression on Yan Sha's face as thin as a skeleton remained unchanged, and without turning around, he said slowly, "You really followed... "
His tone was leisurely, filled with inexplicable disappointment, Yan Jingchen, who came after him, changed his expression, plopped down on the ground and knelt down, and said in a loud voice, "Master, any mistakes are the disciple's responsibility, with her... Nothing to do with her."
"You are such a stubborn child," Yan Sha turned around and looked at him coldly, "Can't you see that people have no heart for you? Are you worth it?"
"Master... she was hurt by me..." Yan Jingchen lowered her head, "I detested her and hurt her pride. She is a bright woman who loves or hates. It is right to hate me, as long as I explain clearly to her , she... will forgive me."
Yan Sha looked at him deeply, and said for a while, "Fool, idiot, if I knew today, why bother?"
Yan Jingchen put his hand on the ground, his thin back trembling slightly, and said in a low voice, "Yes, I regretted it at the time, I thought I could give up, but as soon as I let go of my hand, I knew I was wrong."
"Jingchen, you are not afraid that I will be upset if you tell me this?" Yan Sha withdrew his hand and stared at Yan Jingchen, "I thought you just wanted to have fun, but I don't think you really have deep roots... Jingchen, You are my person, the person I smoked and killed, how can you have two hearts?"
"Master!" Yan Jingchen suddenly raised his head and exclaimed.
Yan Sha stared at him, snake eyes flashed coldly, and said coldly, "Jingchen, I'm not happy, I'm not happy."
Yan Jingchen trembled and crawled over, hugging Yan Sha's leg, "Master... I was wrong... Please... Please..."
Yan Sha looked down at him, without any expression in his eyes, and said in a deep voice for a long time, "I love you after all, but there must be a limit to how much I love you, otherwise you will overstep your limits." Fuyao said, "Didn't you want her? Then I feel sorry for you one more time, you go to fuck her, and after you're done, kill her!"
"master!"
"This is my last concession, woman. If you have sex with her, you have obtained it? You have sex with her, and it is also a wish. From then on, you will be devoted to me, and you can't spend any more time. If you don't want to," Yan Sha sneered , "The old man can't say it, so he has to reluctantly do it once, taste the taste of a woman's broken melon, and then send her to the hell."
The room fell silent again, with high and low breathing, long and thick smoke, the calm and soothing one was from Meng Fuyao, who didn't know his fate was decided in an instant, and the anxious and restless one was from Yan Jingchen, who was facing a choice.
"I have limited patience, I will give you half a stick of incense to decide when." With a flick of his sleeve, Yan Sha cut off half of the newly lit incense in the copper incense burner.
The atmosphere in the cellar was dull, and the smoke lingering around Yansha made him look even more ghostly. He sneered and stood with his hands behind his back. Every time he exhaled, the light and shadow in the room fluctuated.
There are three lines of smoke from the incense stick, and the small red light flickers on and off in the incense burner, like ghost eyes blinking mysteriously.
Yan Jingchen knelt on the ground, his fingers gripping the green brick floor tightly, staring at the half of incense, beads of sweat rolled down his face, dripping on the ground, crackling.
The incense sticks became shorter and shorter, and Yan Sha's sneer became more intense.
Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth suddenly, suddenly got up from the ground, and walked straight towards Meng Fuyao.
Yan Sha showed a satisfied smile, he took a step back, and sat down with his legs crossed, as if planning to appreciate the live erotic palace.
Yan Jingchen stopped in front of the bed, and slowly bent down, the girl in front of her could still see her beautifully contoured face even though she had changed her face, she was calm and serene, with her chest rising and falling slightly, as if she was doing something calm and calm. Beautiful dream.
Yan Jingchen looked at her deeply, like looking at a feast that she had no chance to participate in through a crystal barrier, or a picture scroll of the ancients who was full of prosperity and romanticism.
Beautiful, dazzling, infinitely longing but never close.
He remained silent, slowly stroking Meng Fuyao's face, neck, wrist...
Behind him, Yan Sha suddenly said coldly, "Are you going to touch her until dawn?"
Yan Jingchen stiffened his hands, straightened up, and began to undress.
Yan Sha watched with a smile, admiring the graceful body of his lover who was gradually peeling off, admiring those condensed and powerful lines.
However, his smile suddenly froze on his lips, and he shouted angrily, "Be careful!"
Jumping up, the fingertips spread out in smoke!
"boom!"
On the bed, Meng Fuyao, who had been sleeping peacefully all this time, suddenly jumped up, raised his head in anger, and swung the wrist locked on the bedpost vigorously!
The bedpost and half of the head of the bed were uprooted by a huge force, and with the sound of howling wind and unhesitating murderous aura, they swung them out!
"boom-"
"Hiss—"
The moment she swung the bedpost, the smoke-killing finger wind also arrived, the two forces collided with each other, and there was another loud noise, the waist-thick bedpost shattered, and sawdust dust was splashed up to people's height, flying in the dust in a rustle , and then fell all over the face.
Yan Jingchen, who was undressing in front of the bed, was at the intersection of two huge forces, one was about to kill and the other was about to save, when he was caught off guard, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards.
Meng Fuyao jumped up, the chain in her hand that had been detached from the bedpost was still tied around her wrist, without saying a word, the chain flicked a silver light, and immediately pulled off Yan Jingchen's cap.
But Yan Sha had already come to the front, he grabbed the unconscious Yan Jingchen back with his claws, threw it backwards, and with a flick of his body, he had already stopped Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao stood on the bed, shook the chain in his hand, and said coldly, "Damn, a pair of disgusting men!"
Yan Sha's deep snake eyes stared at her, and the blue light in his eyes went out, and he said in a colder voice, "You are impatient to live."
Meng Fuyao got off the bed, stretched out his hand to grab his own dagger, held it in his palm, and said, "Yansha, right? It's such a waste of such a meaningful name. You should be called Jiasha."
"Boy, you are so bold," Yan Sha continued with that ugly laugh, "I'll give you the whole body."
"The old dog is wretched," Meng Fuyao also laughed, "dismembering the body with knives."
Both of them were laughing, laughing and laughing, and suddenly they bumped into each other!
A smoke, a gust of wind!
The figure of Yan Sha is a yellowish smoke belt, winding and fluttering in the dimly lit cellar, seemingly soft and calm, but where the smoke belt passes, the tables and chairs split silently, and the curtains fell apart. Even the plaster on the wall can't stop peeling off. One can imagine how harmful it would be if the smoke rolled close to the person.
And Yansha doesn't even need to move his arms, he only needs to control his breath, and he can carry the smoke like an arm and finger, and its agility has been improved to another level.
Meng Fuyao's figure was a gust of wind, a fierce but hidden gale, what else could blow away the thick smoke? That is the wind!
The way she rushed over seemed to throw herself head and feet into the smoke, and the wind that rolled up not only blew away the plaster again, but even the tables and chairs turned over. Too fast, her boot heel rubbed against the ground and made a long "squeak" before the sound was exhausted, she was already in front of Yansha behind the smoke.
The light of the knife flashed, black and bright, and the lightning between the clouds above the nine heavens pierced Yan directly to kill him in the chest.
Yan Sha let out a "huh" and said, "You are a gale—" In the middle of his words, Meng Fuyao flicked his dagger, and the silver light lit up, and the whole room suddenly lit up, as if a bright moon had been born, full of those Gentle and soft moonlight.
Yan Sha's eyes widened, and he said in a squeaky voice, "You are from Yuepo—"
He was startled twice in a row, and immediately realized that Meng Fuyao's dagger was moving faster than he had imagined. In an instant, he had rushed to the front of his eyes. Immediately, she heard Meng Fuyao laughing, she didn't stop in the laughter, she turned around and retreated with lightning again, flinging to Yan Jingchen, flicking the chain in her hand, it was exactly the same.
Yan Sha hadn't gotten over the shock just now, and he didn't understand why Meng Fuyao suddenly thought of killing Yan Jingchen during the battle, and subconsciously flew over, who knew that Meng Fuyao's move was completely false. Come for help, the chain flew out with a flick of his hand, the trajectory of the silver light was still moving in front of Yan Jingchen, and she had already rushed to the entrance of the cellar.
Fighting recklessly with the pervert Yansha, run away quickly.
When she rushed to Yan Jingchen's place just now, she sprinkled some insignificant powder. It was a kind of pollen that Master Yuan Bao had recently become obsessed with. In Meng Fuyao's sleeve, Meng Fuyao didn't have time to take out the rest of the poison from his bosom, so he tore the sleeve open in mid-air, and the powder flew all over Yan Jingchen's body.
Yan Sha ran over, seeing the change in Fen's face, he hurried to take Yan Jingchen's pulse, Meng Fuyao took advantage of this opportunity, rushed out of the cellar with one leg, kicked Xuan Yuanzong's gate guarding the cellar twice, and rushed straight go out.
With this rush, he bumped into a person.
What you smell at the nose is the rich and noble peony aroma, and the smooth and delicate soft satin rubbed on your forehead.
It is true that we meet everywhere in life.
Meng Fuyao was still buried in his fragrant bosom, and before he could raise his head, he would strike with a sword without saying a word.
When the black light comes on, it disappears.
"chi"
The blood splashed like streamers and flew out in the night.
Pei Yuan supported his side, and staggered back out, the red clothes were all stained with blood.
But Meng Fuyao shook his head regretfully, shit, Pei Yuan really entered the border, in this state of being caught off guard, he was able to turn around in an instant to avoid the vital point, and he was blinded by his sword that drew Leng Zi.
She didn't kill her with a single blow, she didn't stop, her body stepped on the top of Pei Yuan's head, and went straight across the backyard and over the wall.
Her series of rampages, wounding, Zhan Yan killing, sneak attacking Yan Jingchen, finding a gap to escape from the cellar, bumping into Pei Yuan, missing and then escaping, almost seemed to happen at the same time, that is, ordinary people blinked their eyes a few times At that time, she had already rushed out from Hengwang Mansion Bieye.
Outside the Prince Heng's Mansion, passing through a few deep alleys, there are lively residential gathering places. Meng Fuyao's figure is as fast as a streamer, and quickly passes through those alleys.
The alley was dark and the distance was narrow, Meng Fuyao's clothes were rustling with the wind, constantly breaking through the darkness and fog in the night.
And the never-night bustling Central Street is ahead, as long as you rush there, no matter how perverted Ren Yansha is, he can't kill people in the street.
The fog in front suddenly seemed to thicken.
Rather than fog, it is more like smoke, thick, meandering, light yellow and light gray smoke.
Meng Fuyao stopped abruptly, and wanted to change direction as soon as he turned over, but that direction was still the same smoke.
Yansha is still chasing after him.
Meng Fuyao had suffered from him, and knew that this person's skill was strange, probably the type of silently locking people's meridians, so she didn't dare to stay still like when she was talking to Yan Jingchen before, but kept interspersing. Flying over, the whole body was full of true energy, trying to find a breakthrough in the ubiquitous smoke belt.
The sound of killing smoke came from behind the layers of smoke, and it was difficult to distinguish the distance.
"Nvwazi is amazing." His voice kept drifting like water waves, making it impossible for Meng Fuyao to discern his position. "You actually have the true energy of wind and moon in your body, and you even have some top-level skills that I didn't see... Who is your master?"
"Why should I tell you?" Meng Fuyao smiled, "I'm not your mother, so I have the obligation to answer questions for you."
The smoke suddenly swayed and retracted, as if a person's breathing became thicker due to anger, Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed, and he rushed over immediately.
She has long seen that the smoke of Yansha is controlled by breathing, so provoking him is the only way to find out his weakness, so she has been acting viciously in any way, anyway, this old guy has no intention of keeping her alive.
She was in mid-air, and the dagger had already reached the gap in the smoke just now, and she stabbed hard!
"Young generation is cunning!" The smoke dissipated, and the smoke-killing figure appeared, with a flick of the old man's sleeves, the energy rolled in, forcing Meng Fuyao's figure to slip, instantly slipping three feet.
With this slip, she slid away completely, as if riding the wind on the moonlight, retreating into a straight line like flying clouds and flowing water, as if she didn't see the wall behind her, she slammed straight into it with a bang, a loud bang With a loud noise, a hole was knocked into the wall, and Meng Fuyao's figure immediately sank into the hole.
Behind the cave, the splendor flickers, the bead curtains hang down deeply, and the hibiscus in the red tent is warm in spring, and the mandarin ducks are startled by opening the cave in the middle of the night.
Of course they are wild mandarin ducks.
Meng Fuyao turned around and saw the naked men and women on the bed panicked and screaming in a ball, their eyes turned especially at certain important parts, and then quickly glanced around the decorations, quickly confirming that it was a brothel, couldn't help grinning, and said , "Sorry, keep going." He reached out and took out a ball from his bosom and shot it, "I'm not scared to death, are you? Send Shenlong Zhuangyang Pills as a token of condolence."
Then she raised her head, smiled at Yan Sha, who had followed in, and jumped out backwards with a swish.
She kept rushing backwards, bumping through the bead curtain, bumping into the door, hitting the railing, and crashing into the hall, pearls scattered everywhere she passed, the door shattered, the railing collapsed, the vases shattered, there was a bang, bang bang bang bang bang bang , mixed with the exclamation of people running away and the swarm of inquiries from the crowd on the opposite street, suddenly turned the main street of Tiansha into a boiling porridge.
This is what Meng Fuyao wanted.
Having dealt with the top ten fighters several times, she gradually figured out the essence of the martial arts of the top ten fighters. They are all able to master the rules of nature, integrate the power of nature into their own true energy methods, and form their own unique natural strength. The strong, and therefore, they will be more powerful in the environment that suits them best, such as smoke killing, when the mountain haze rises in the mountains and forests before dusk, and when the smoke is lingering, his martial arts are the most powerful, so that during the day he Before he realized it, he had already fallen into his way.
In other words, in an environment far away from nature, such as mortal dust and turbid air, thousands of lights, the martial arts of Yansha must be limited.
Brothels are of course better, haha what a surprise.
Meng Fuyao smiled triumphantly, banged and banged, and led Yan Sha, who followed closely like a bone maggot, into the downtown area. Wanting to kill this desperate woman, he vaguely noticed that there were a few dark shadows behind him at some point, but the martial arts of those people were not in his eyes, anyway, let's kill this crazy woman first!
At this moment, the night is not yet deep, the shadows of people are chaotic like a tide, and the brightly lit downtown is flooded with people, among them there are many Jianghu tourists who have participated in the night walk of the Zhenwu Conference to buy drunk and have fun. His jaw dropped in shock from the speed and strength, and when he looked at the yellow-clothed old man who was chasing after him endlessly, some well-informed people in the world immediately exclaimed, "Smoke kills!"
There was a bang, and the crowd was shocked. The top ten had already existed like gods in the Wuzhou Continent. Not to mention ordinary warriors, they were all famous martial arts sects. It is not easy to see these deified figures. Now one of the top ten Yan Sha suddenly appeared in a brothel in the busy city of Tiansha, chasing an unremarkable young man in public. From what he looked like, he wanted to kill someone but failed
Everyone held their chins and tilted their heads, watching Meng Fuyao's figure roll like a black whirlwind and slamming all the way, watching the smoke and ashes curling up like a condensed smoke thread, watching this is absolutely impossible but happened in a downtown area. The battle of the strong at the pinnacle has long been stunned.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around.
She backed up quickly, but turned around even faster, but suddenly stopped that fierce charge in an instant, turned around without being affected by inertia at all, and raised her hands to burst out with both fists!
Punch out! The strong wind rolled up, and the air flow collapsed!
There was a bang, before the person arrived, the fist wind came, the fist wind blew up and the wind blew up, and the silk tassels of the colored lights on all sides of the hall stood up in an instant, abruptly aroused by the super sharp and fierce fist wind, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall were blown by the air current. The volume shrinks silently, and the picture of the beauty immediately turns into a picture of an old woman. A courageous prostitute who hides far away and wants to see the fight clearly, holds the tea in his hand and forgets to drink it. Suddenly his face heats up, and the tea in the cup Splashed out silently, splashing all over his face.
Meng Fuyao's fist has already reached the point of killing!
Yan Sha sneered, stretched out his skinny hand, and it turned out to be an extremely arty fan in his hand. He blocked the fan horizontally, and the light of the smoke suddenly rose, Meng Fuyao's fist was barely able to pass in.
Yan Sha pursed his lips and smiled, and was about to say some polite words such as "If you can force me to use a weapon, it's worth your life", when Meng Fuyao on the other side suddenly raised his head and smiled.
Yan Sha was stunned for a moment, his intuition was not good, this girl is not a good thing, she must be doing nothing good when she smiles, subconsciously wanted to swing the fan, Meng Fuyao suddenly flicked his fist against the fan, and a jet-black blade popped out!
The blade is black, but the light of the knife is bright, the light of the knife is like moonlight, rushing from the sea, flying down from the sky, in an instant, it is misty and radiant, illuminating a radius of Zhang Xu!
The fist was close to Yan Sha's chest, and the knife light that popped out of the fist immediately pierced the fan, piercing into Yan Sha's chest silently!
Yan Sha retreated in a hurry, but a low voice came from behind him, "Join!", and then a strong force rushed in, blocking his retreat like an iron wall.
Yan Sha glanced at the wind and saw the men in black behind him suddenly lined up, with one palm resting on the back of the other, and the first one had a palm like iron, and slapped him directly on the back, desperately pushing him to the back. Meng Fuyao pushed up the dagger.
Yan Sha was furious and ruled the roost for a lifetime, but he was forced to such a point by a few juniors, and he didn't retreat at all.
The light of the smoke was like a turbulent wave crashing on the shore, layer upon layer, surging up with boundless anger, rolling towards Meng Fuyao in an instant.
The moonlight is like a silver needle, concentrating on the soul, passing through the vast but thin smoke, and shooting in a straight line.
When smoke meets moonlight.
blood spatter!
The light gray smoke and the light white moonlight are clearly distinct, colliding in an instant, and then two bright red blood flowers bloom silently between the two colors. In the brilliant lights all around, the color is bright and strange.
The two figures turned and fell apart.
Yan Sha's chest was shot with blood, Meng Fuyao's sword was so blatant, it still hurt his heart in the end.
Meng Fu shook his dagger to the ground, gasping for breath like a dead dog, spewing out a little blood foam every time he took a breath, shit, the old pervert's angry blow was really not for fun, it made all the bones in her body fall apart.
She was squatting there, and the onlookers suddenly rushed forward, wanting to see clearly this young man who was equal to the top ten. Suddenly, two people came quickly, and one of them did not say a word. Thirty feet away, it was very cold, and people were so shocked that they retreated in panic. The other person calmly put his hands behind his back and walked over, seemingly not walking fast. Everyone who approached him three feet away felt suffocated and uncomfortable. No also step back.
So the crowd dispersed cooperatively, both hands supported Meng Fuyao at the same time, one said, "You—ah!" But the other said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, so it turns out that you have a new hobby, like fighting in brothels."
Meng Fuyao raised her head, looked at Yun Hen who was in a hurry, and Zong Yue who seemed calm and had dust on her clothes, hehe smiled, her big mouth like a gourd scoop was really ugly, Yun Hen's eyes flashed, Draw the sword and point at Yan Sha.
Yan Sha covered his chest, and gave Meng Fuyao a resentful look. Suddenly, with a wave of his sleeves, a thick and slightly smelly gray smoke rose up, and everyone quickly backed away. There was a pool of bright blood on it.
The crowd rushed up again, Zong Yue hurriedly helped Meng Fuyao up and left, it was rare that she didn't think she was dirty with dust, sweat and blood, Meng Fuyao, a shameless person, seized the opportunity to spoil her, and was stunned. The ashes on his body rubbed against Zong Yue's body happily, Zong Yue was obviously patient, patient, patient, and suddenly stopped.
Meng Fuyao thought that he was finally about to erupt, so he dodged subconsciously, but saw Zong Yue's gaze fixed on a young man under the opposite roof.
The moonlight was shining brightly, casting thick and faint shadows under the eaves. In the shadows, the young man's complexion was flickering, and he could vaguely see his graceful appearance. He seemed to be a little shorter, but his figure was well-proportioned. The sensational Meng Fuyao only stared at Zong Yue, his eyes sparkling and his expression complicated.
He said, "It's been a long time since I left you, sir. How are you doing recently?"
Zong Yue immediately recovered his air of being clean and alienated, and said calmly, "Mr. Tuo Yun, you are very good." Turning around, he picked up Meng Fuyao rudely, and said, "Why are you dawdling, why don't you go back to heal your wounds? "
Meng Fuyao's grievances... Please, you are the one who dawdles, you are the one who stops to greet people, you wicked person sues first, you are so shameless.
Huh, Mr. Yun? Young master Xuanyuan Yun? Isn't he the first passer in the second round of finals? The one who is said to be Yue Po's disciple? What's the relationship with Zong Yue
Feeling that the young man was still standing there, silently watching them go away, she struggled back from Zong Yue's arms curiously, and suddenly saw the light in the young man's eyes under the moonlight and stars.
Meng Fuyao was stunned.
It was tears.
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Yan Sha, one of the top ten, was tied with others in the busy city of Tiansha, and was even forced to run away!
This is the most frightening news during the Zhenwu Conference. It spread in Pandu at the speed of the wind. In just a split second, the two sides moved so fast, no one could see Meng Fuyao's face clearly, everyone lined up the best fighters of the Zhenwu Conference, even Yan Jingchen was on the line, they didn't expect it to be Meng Fuyao .
At this moment, the young master of Xinfan who caused a sensation in Pandu was lying on the bed like a dead dog. Hey, he was treated by the Mongolian doctor Zong Yue. It was obviously an internal injury, but the Mongolian doctor found a bloody mouth that was not much thicker than a hair , and said very seriously: "This wound needs good maintenance. The medicine is taken orally and applied externally, and the massage speeds up the effect of the medicine." So Master Yuan Bao volunteered to help Meng Fuyao "massage" with his paws covered with sugar juice, and Meng Fuyao gave him a palm Pai Feizhi and shouted, "Zong Yue, you are in a bad mood, don't take it out on me."
Before the words finished, Zong Yue immediately put down the medicine bowl, straightened his waist and walked out without looking back. Meng Fuyao and Mr. Yuan Bao squatted on the bed together, with their paws in their mouths, watching him leave dully. Fuyao poked Lord Yuanbao, "Hey, mouse, has Zong Yue come to see his aunt?"
Mr. Yuan Bao, who has rich experience in the arrival of aunts, shook his head in disapproval. It personally thinks that it is more than just coming to aunts? Eighty percent of the aunts came together.
Zong Yue went out, Yun Hen came in, he had been waiting at the door, he was aware of Zong Yue's abnormality, but he was not as curious as Meng Fuyao, he just picked up the medicine bowl and said, "If you don't drink it, it will be cold. "
Meng Fuyao was depressed, so he had to drink it down in a muffled voice. Yunhen looked at her without blinking, and said, "You disappeared after the competition in the afternoon, so it's easy for us to find. The first one we went to was Yan Jingchen's place. We almost met Heng Heng." The guards of the palace had a fight, but who knew you rushed out again... What happened?"
Meng Fuyao smiled, and briefly explained the story. She was restrained by Yan Sha's internal force before, but her mind was not completely lost. After Yan Jingchen locked her in the cellar, she gradually became sober, probably because of the eclipse of the moon, she suddenly I felt that light was gradually growing in my body, surging like a tide, rushing through the trapped meridians one by one, and when Yan Sha came in to kill her, she was about to recover, blocked by Yan Jingchen, and finally had time to fully normal , Give Yansha a note.
Yun Hen listened quietly, sighed, and said, "Now you are injured again, what should you do in the third round?" He was thinking, and suddenly reached out to touch Meng Fuyao's pulse gate.
Meng Fuyao immediately withdrew his hands and stared at him warily, "What are you doing?"
Seeing Yun Hen's silent expression, she suddenly realized something, and said, "You want to transfer your skills to me to survive the third round? You are crazy. If you meet a master, how will you protect yourself?"
Yunhen said it easily, "I just quit."
"You quit, how will you live after returning to Taiyuan?" Meng Fuyao stared at him, thinking of Yun Hen's thoughtful adoptive father, if Yun Hen quit the Zhenwu Conference halfway, what kind of treatment would he receive
She sighed softly, patted Yunhen, and said, "It's okay, don't worry," she smiled, "Maybe I meet Yan Jingchen, that's just right, he was also injured."
She fell silent, remembering that in the cellar, with her eyes closed, she felt Yan Jingchen's hands gently touching her face and neck, and at the moment when she was about to explode, she suddenly felt that those hands touched her wrists, and then, fingers Using force, pull the chain buckle slightly apart.
At that time... what was he trying to do
Why... didn't he take off her clothes first
Also, he really wanted to improve his martial arts, and that disgusting old man...
Meng Fuyao sighed slightly, covered his eyes with his hands, and didn't want to think about these issues anymore, no matter what he wanted to do, no matter whether he intended to let her go or not, no matter how much he begged for mercy and made great sacrifices, only he asked Yan to kill Qiang The act of robbing her is unforgivable.
Love is fulfillment, not robbery. Unfortunately, some people never understand.
She was contemplating, with a hesitant look on her face. Yun Hen was a little unaccustomed to seeing Meng Fuyao's suddenly dark expression, which was always bright. He subconsciously wanted to talk about something light-hearted. After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "By the way, I heard about the competition in the Golden Palace." The arbitration has arrived at the border of Tiansha, and the emperor of Tiansha sent someone to pick it up. As a result, the people from the Ministry of Rites saw a good show there... "