At this moment, Duguyan couldn't answer this question. He raised his hand to hold her throat, but did not exert any force.
The voice that kept ringing in her mind made her unable to do any harm to this person. However, the truth is also that he is weak, rubbing his fingertips, but he can't touch the skin of the wind and smoke. There is always an invisible barrier, and he can't enter.
The two were very close, as if their breaths were lingeringly intersecting, and there was a bit of ambiguity. As long as one of them raised his chin slightly, he could touch his lips and taste the delicacy of the world.
The flower monkey, who was not far away, looked like he was struck by lightning when he saw this scene. One moment ago, in the council hall, he was planning to attack other people's cities, and the next moment, he was sticking to them greasy and crookedly.
What the hell kind of shit is this!
Hua Arm brought the people from Zhuquetang over, and the dense footsteps of the group reached the ears of the two, and they each took a step back, as if nothing had happened just now, and walked towards Hua Monkey and others one after the other. Go, let's go out of the White Tiger Hall together.
On the way to Vermillion Bird Hall, Hua Hou squeezed into the middle of the two, folded his arms and asked Feng Shuyan in a low voice. "With the technique of knowing people I created, the three hall masters are a little uneasy and kind."
"Well." Yan Xuhuan nodded in agreement.
"There is a row of pits in front of you, why are you jumping in with your eyes open?" This made the flower monkey confused. Is the brain of a strong person different from that of an ordinary person
Yan Xu smiled and didn't answer his question, but asked, "What do you want to do in the future?"
"What can I do? In the end, I'll take my brothers to occupy this town and be happy. I eat meat and drink a lot. If I see someone who is disobedient, I will grab him and cut him." Hua Monkey returned without thinking, imagining He looked extremely proud of living the days of living beings like that.
"Head to head, cut him." The few people behind the ears stretched their necks and smiled in response.
The words of these people caused Yan Xuhuan to shake his head and laugh, and then asked: "The three hall masters are all thinking of being a king and a chancellor in the future, so why don't you follow and learn?"
"Cut, it's exhausting to think about it all day and night! Besides, we don't have the potential to be a prince. We still have a clear understanding of this. Are you right?" He turned his head and asked the brother behind him.
"Head to head, let's be happy and happy like a fairy." The happiest thing is to follow Feng Shuyan and walk sideways with a big knife on his shoulders.
"Okay, there will be such a day." Yan Xuhuan said with a small smile, hugging Xiao Ning'an who was asleep.
"Ah." There was an exclamation from the sky, from far to near. "aunt."
The people on the street below looked up, and a Qiongqi flew rampantly in the air, almost in the form of an adult white tiger, with two new small horns on the forehead, and a pair of flowing wings on the back, flapping with a A boy flew in.
Maybe this is the first time to take a person to the sky, the control is not good and the balance is not good. If it hadn't been for the poor beast's neck, it would have been thrown off long ago.
After the poor beast stumbled to a stop, Haize rolled off its back and stood up with trembling legs.
Qiong Qi, who was full of aura, folded his wings, tilted his head and looked at the newly created people. His eyes looked up and down very spiritually. Finally, he walked over and sniffed. Holding her leg and rubbing.
Everyone in the Vermillion Bird Hall: "..." Is this a gesture of goodwill? Is that like liking? Why is there a wind breaking smoke above and a beast below, and they all like this person? Is it because the skin is good and has the advantage
So we can't even enter the eyes of a beast? In an instant, my heart is cold, and we have hugged your beast, haven't we
And Duguyan looked down at the poor beast at his feet, moved the leg that was held by its front paws, and saw this extremely intelligent beast, raised his head, and rolled his ice blue eyes, as if in think. Then he stood up, but didn't leave, walking around beside her.
"Why did you climb up?" Yan Xuhuan retracted his gaze on Duguyan, freed up a hand to bring Haize over, and asked him why he ran to Qiongqi's back.
"Auntie, I was playful for a while, but I don't dare to." Hai Ze's face was still white, obviously frightened.
"Wait until it's bigger and it'll smooth out."
"Yeah." Hai Ze held Amei's little feet and nodded, but there was no expectation on his face. The other little hand covered his pounding heart, fearing again and again.
Seeing this, Yan Xuhuan just touched his head. The child is playful and active, and after a long time, he will climb up again, and he is not worried about any shadows he will leave behind.
At night, the wind is cool and the frost is heavy, and the thin clouds cover the moon.
Baihu Hall, Xuanwu Hall, Qinglong Hall, and Vermilion Bird Hall, each sent ten warriors from the fourth to fifth rank, through their secret passages out of the town, all dressed in black clothes and hidden in the hazy moonlight.
Going to the four directions for food and grass hoarding, the figure is strong and agile, leaping and hiding like a black cat, passing through checkpoints and patrolling, and slowly advancing towards the destination.
And Yan Xuhuan changed into a black shirt with dark red crocheted edges, and her long hair like ink was still casually scattered without any treatment. Holding the slender dragon-headed seven-star sword, he quickly disappeared into the night, and quietly slipped into the camp of the Demon Exorcism Alliance.
Hidden in the dark, Mo Fa swayed with the autumn wind, looked for the patrol gap, sneaked into the main tents of various forces without knowing it, and used the hands of the original owner to personally kill the intruding enemy.
This is a single convenient head harvest.
These warriors who were instigated to come, just like this in the dark cloudy night, without a single cry, staring at the dead eyes, ending this fun or useless life.
Soon, the corpses who died silently in the tent were found, and panic and panic broke out in the Demon Exorcism Alliance one after another. Everyone looked at the misty night from a distance, breathing heavily, and clenched the weapons in their hands.
The dark night, the unknown, makes the body feel cold. The sound of the wind blowing the weeds in their ears can also make them scream in surprise and shoot arrows.
In such a tense atmosphere, fire lights from all over the place rose into the sky at the same time, and the flames became bigger and bigger.
The people in the four halls took advantage of the chaos to intercept a group of patrol soldiers, quickly changed into the enemy's clothes, went upstream, and returned to the town safely.
At this time, Yan Xuhuan sneaked into a tent in order to avoid the two teams. The layout of the tent is a bit strange, messy but simple, very different from the one you just entered.
The strangest thing is that there is no bed, just an unpainted coffin. There are chaotic patterns engraved on the coffin, which should be a set of incomplete exercises.
After walking in, there was an old man with scattered white hair lying in the coffin.
While Yan Xuhuan was observing, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and the chains around the coffin seemed to come alive in an instant, trapping Yan Xuhuan immediately.
"Finally caught you." The old man cracked his mouth and smiled, very proud, leaning on the edge of the coffin with his head supported, looking at the woman with a calm expression. "They spread you so well, old man, how powerful I thought you were. I didn't deceive me."
"It turns out that you are the ninth-order martial artist." Yan Xuhuan was really deceived by him. This old man's aura is not what a martial artist should have at all, but the breath of an ordinary person.
"It's me, the old man, oops!" The old man climbed out of the coffin, and when he lifted his foot, he was smashed by the iron chain, and fell to the ground with a scream.
Seeing this, Yan Xuhuan came to a conclusion: This ninth-order warrior doesn't seem to be a very smart Yazi.
"Are you OK?"
"It hurts the old man." The old man rolled over and sat on the ground, shook his head, and threw the white hair that was covering his eyes behind his head. Afterwards, she held up her palm, which was scratched a little, and showed it to Yan Xuhuan: "You see it's bleeding."
Yan Xuhuan couldn't hold back her smile, and said to the ninth-order warrior like a child: "I have medicine here that can help you heal."
"Really?" The old man curled his lips and looked at the woman bound by him, very disbelieving. Can't beat me, can you give me treatment
"Really." Yan Xuhuan nodded, "You loosen the chain first."
Hearing this, the old man looked at Yan Xuhuan as if he was an idiot, and sneered at Yan Xuhuan: "Are you stupid, how could this old man help you loosen it?" Then he lowered his head and digged at the front of the front, finally groping. A small yellow bottle came out, and he said ostentatiously, "The old man also has medicine, hum."
Yan Xuhuan couldn't hold back the corners of her lips when she saw the pain in his grimacing pain when he carefully applied the medicine. Not in a hurry to leave, he sat down casually with his legs crossed and watched with interest.
"What are you looking at?" The old man quickly stuffed the small yellow medicine bottle into the front of his shirt, and even patted it, "My eyes are rolling, are you thinking of a trick to deal with the old man?" She shrank back and looked alertly. following her.
"You figured out your exercises by yourself?" Yan Xuhuan looked sideways at the move chart engraved on the coffin.
"Isn't it amazing?" The old man saw that he was concentrating on the secret book, being watched, with a proud expression, and like a child, he hoped to be praised.
"Okay."
These random three words made the old man furious, and glared at Yan Xuhuan angrily, as if he was going to be smashed in the next moment.
"Do you want my secret technique?"
"Hey, lie to the old man, you are lying to the old man. Do you think the old man is a three-year-old child? If you can follow your way, do you want me to let you go?"
"Forget it." Yan Xuhuan pretended to sigh slightly, leaned on the coffin, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
When the old man saw it, his eyes rolled, and he glanced at her for a while. Seeing that she really stopped talking, he became a little anxious, moved towards her, and said hesitantly, "Then you... . Take a look at this old man."
"Then what if I lied to you?" Yan Xuhuan's lips moved slightly without opening her eyes.
This made the messy-haired old man embarrassed, scratching his head and scratching his head, but he was really curious, didn't he come here just to see it!
Listening to the movement of the ninth-order warrior, Yan Xuhuan leaned leisurely, she was not in a hurry, just waited quietly.
Sure enough, the old man struggled for a long time, and said, "Look at your small appearance, you can't beat it, let the old man have a look." After saying that, the man moved to Yan Xuhuan's side and looked at it with anticipation.
"Here." Yan Xuhuan appeared in the palm of his hand, a book of heaven-level exercises suitable for warriors to practice, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw it to the fun old man.
The old man caught it in a hurry, and hurriedly flipped through it.
The iron chain on Yan Xuhuan's body was loosened, and he moved his muscles and bones, ready to leave, but the old man grabbed his wrist like lightning. "Don't go." His speed reached the limit of human beings in this world.
Although he was talking to Yan Xuhuan, his eyes never moved away from the exercises in his hands.
On the other side, Duguyan stood under the eaves, and received the reward that the ten people sent by Zhuquetang had returned, and Feng Shuyan had not seen anyone at the appointed time.
What happened to her
The flower monkey, who was also anxious, looked up and saw a person flying past in the sky, dressed in black with dark red borders, thinking it was the wind and smoke coming back. But after a closer look, I found out that it was Duguyan who had been wearing Fengshayan's clothes.
Where is she going? What is the purpose of stealing my hero's clothes
After the chaos of the Demon Exorcism Alliance, it strengthened its vigilance. Duguyan stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at a circle of thousands of lights, looking for the position of the main tent.
If the wind and smoke is in danger, then the danger must come from the ninth-order martial artist, and the place where the strong man lives should be near the main tent.
In the main tent, the vigilance has doubled several times, with constant patrols and guards, holding torches high, very bright, with no dead ends.
Looking at their iron barrel-like defense, Duguyan's brows stretched, and his eyes searched for a top tent again. After a while, his eyes locked on the position about 20 feet west of the main tent, where there was a tent, and there was a wasteland around, and no one approached.
Flying down the mountain and hiding in the night, after a while, I came to the camp here. The closer you get, the more you can feel the breath of the wind and smoke. She picks up the curtain and enters, her eyes meet the wind and smoke, in exchange for her smile. It's a little more real, and it makes people feel more comfortable to watch.
Then, she staggered her gaze and moved to the old man who was lying on the coffin lid and holding a book. Suddenly, his pupils shrank, feeling the danger. Come to think of it, this person is the ninth-order warrior in their mouth.
"Come and sit." Yan Xu cheered her over, "This dress suits you very well."
Duguyan didn't say a word, but walked over and sat down with her legs crossed within a palm of hers. At this point, the sense of oppression lingering on the body suddenly disappeared.
An sigh: The ninth-order martial artist is really amazing!
"The old man finds a place where there is no one to try." The old man rolled around and got up, and Duguyan and the others also stood up. Seeing this, the old man grinned, and two fingers shot out, and the two were frozen and motionless.
The proud old man waved his hand, and the two were sent into the coffin like two pieces of wood. With a sound of "Boom", the lid of the coffin was closed abruptly, causing the eardrums to buzz.
The exhaust vents on the coffin wall not only let in the air for breathing, but also a little light. After the old man left, Yan Xuhuan moved her body, lying comfortably on Duguyan's body and looking at her.
Duguyan's whole body was immobilized at this moment, and he could only carry a person lying on his head. And this person is still very cheeky, obviously not talking, but still pressing her. She had just hit her hard on the chest, and it was still aching now.
"Get up." The tone is not very good, it's cold, it can make the air freeze!
"Ah." Yan Xuhuan opened her mouth slightly, yawned, her head moved slightly, swayed back and forth several times, and murmured, "I'm so sleepy." She looked pitiful but extremely unbeatable.
The person above moved his head, which slightly relieved the dull pain in his chest, but a burst of embarrassment followed. In contrast, Duguyan would rather be in pain than feel uncomfortable at this time. "you... .."
Just as he was about to continue speaking, footsteps were heard outside, and someone stopped outside the tent. "Senior Sun, Alliance Leader Wang, please post your account."
Standing outside the tent were the subordinates of Alliance Leader Wang of the Demon Slayer Alliance. At this moment, they were ordered by Alliance Leader Wang and asked Sun Xingchang to discuss the matter of killing Feng Suiyan.
After the trouble just now, the leader of the Wang alliance is now having trouble sleeping and eating. If he does not kill the devil Feng Shuyan, he will not be able to sleep peacefully. After thinking about it, he decided to coax the ninth-order warrior to go out and kill her.
There was no echo in the tent, and the messenger raised the curtain with a frown, stretched out his head and looked inside, there was no one there. After hesitating for a long time, seeing that there was no figure of Sun Xingchang outside, he raised his foot and stepped in.
This is where the ninth-order martial artist lives. If he can find a martial arts book, he will be lucky.
The messenger's triangular eyes swept around and locked his gaze on the coffin. The tent is simple and can be seen at a glance, so there is something hidden in the coffin.
One step, two steps are approaching, hand on the coffin lid, moving gently.
The two inside didn't seem nervous at all, Yan Xuhuan was even more lazy, with a human flesh cushion on which to lie down quite comfortably, half-holding his head in his palms and looking up, waiting for the deadly messenger to push open the coffin lid.