Beauty is too weak to be bullied

Chapter 338
In the dark night, Dugu Buqiu dragged his tired pace, walked to the front of his house and knocked on the door.

The door was closed and no one answered.

He was a little unhappy, he hadn't come home for many days, presumably the lazy old lady took the opportunity to go to the next door to gossip and play.

He didn't shy away from it, standing in front of the door with his hips crossed and shouting loudly: "Where is the person? Where did he go?"

Hearing the sound, the neighbor opened the door and said with a smile, "Are you back? That Mrs. Wu of yours just said that what happened to her son's house, she has to go back quickly, and she will be back early tomorrow morning."

"Tsk!" Dugu said without seeking disgust, "I have to deduct her wages!"

The neighbor laughed: "You haven't eaten yet, why don't you come to our house to eat?"

Before Dugu Buqiu opened his mouth, he saw the two daughters of the neighbor's family poking their heads out to look at him with silly smiles, almost drooling.

He shivered because of this, took out the key to open the lock, and hastily refused: "Thank you, thank you, I have already eaten."

"Your Majesty, you're welcome..." The two young ladies were smiling and wanted to arrest him.

Dugu didn't want to be frightened and jumped into the door, quickly slammed the door, and didn't forget to shout: "My wife will be angry when she sees it!"

The neighbor's voice was blocked outside the door, and he stood tiredly against the door for a moment, talking to himself.

"Where can I find such a good master as me, who dare to sneak home! It's outrageous! I'm starving to death!"

He shuffled into the kitchen, the stove was still warm, and the pot was steaming. He opened it and saw three puff pastry meatloaf lying quietly inside.

Dugu Buqiu murmured: "There are still pancakes to eat, isn't it raining red? It's so good, I'll give me pig food when I'm at home, and I'll make delicious food myself when I'm not at home."

As he spoke, he still refused to reach out for the bread.

Behind the cupboard door, a pair of eyes stared at Dugu Buqiu coldly through the gap, seeing that he refused to take the cake for so long, his eyes became more murderous and cruel.

Just when he got impatient and was about to go out, Dugu Buqiu finally picked up a cake and walked out slowly.

He retracted again, squatting quietly in the cabinet and hiding.

As long as you eat this cake, you will die silently, and everyone will save trouble.

Dugu turned back without asking, scooped a bowl of cold water in the water tank.

The people in the cupboard are more at ease, and poison is added to poison, even if they don't eat cakes, they drink water.

Dugu Buqiu walked slowly into the yard with the water bowl in one hand and the meatloaf in the other.

The sky was getting darker, and several pairs of eyes were staring at this scene through the window, sweating in their hands, waiting for him to bite down.

Dugu Buqiu lowered his head slowly and took a bite of the meatloaf.

The eyes light up, relieved.

However, with a sound of "bah", Dugu Buqiu spit out all the cakes in his mouth on the ground, and cursed loudly: "I'm so salty! Doesn't salt cost money?"

The eyes sank in their hearts, and before they had time to react, they saw that Dugu didn't ask for help.

Putting the cake and water bowl on the stone table casually, with one long leg, he quickly opened the closed courtyard door, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Tang Xiaolang! Tang Xiaolang!"

A boy and a half quickly ran to the door, and said with a smile, "What orders does Master Dugu have?"

Dugu didn't ask for a handful of money: "Go to Zuoqu Shijia's 饆饠 shop and buy me two 饆饠, no matter what flavor you like, just hurry up, I'm starving to death!"

Tang Xiaolang accepted the money with a smile and ran away quickly.

Dugu didn't ask to stand against the door, and stayed in a daze for a long time, until his eyes got really impatient, and then he went to his bedroom.

At this time, the sky was completely dark.

He pushed the door open, and just took two steps when the door was slammed shut behind him with a "snap".

At the same time, a sharp cold wind slashed towards him, and there were cold winds approaching with sword light in front and behind.

It seems that Dugu Buqiu, who is unprepared and unarmed, has only a dead end.

But this situation did not happen, there was a crisp "choke" sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Dugu Buqiu did not know when there was an extra horizontal knife in his hand, and the knife was out of its sheath. After he forcibly carried the knife that fell from the top of his head, he folded it in a strange arc.

With a sound of "crash, la la", the horizontal knife danced imperceptibly with his rapidly spinning figure, knocking away the other two sneak attacking knives.

After getting out of trouble, he quickly ran towards the door, but was swept in by more, faster and denser knife lights.

The knives were silent, but they seemed to have night eyes, which could always capture his figure accurately, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Dugu Buqiu failed to escape several times in a row, so he couldn't help frowning, thinking of another possibility.

Only when people mark their bodies with fluorite powder can they have nowhere to hide in the dark.

According to his experience, this mark is usually painted on the target's back.

The luminous fluorite powder is rare and rare, and the other party spent a lot of money to kill him.

While moving and dodging, he untied his robe and threw it deep into the house.

didn't work...

The assassins chasing him still slashed, hacked, stabbed, kicked, and beat him intently.

He is very desperate, if it is not on the clothes, it may be on the top of the hair.

Do you have to cut your hair off?

He felt cold, isn't that the same as his old bald donkey?Du Qingtan will definitely despise him.

He threw away the Futou, took out another veil to wrap the top of the hair, pointed his toes, jumped up, relying on the accurate grasp of the room's furnishings and orientation, he landed lightly on top of the tent.

This time, there was no pursuit and entanglement by the blade.

The room was silent, eerily quiet.

Dugu didn't dare to move, he listened intently to all the movements and wind directions around him, and at the same time, he was also waiting patiently.

There was a soft "tick", like the sound of water droplets falling to the ground.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Dugu Buqiu silently held down the injured and bleeding arm.

But the flowing water and blood cannot be suppressed with only hands.

"Tick" was another soft sound.

The cold wind suddenly picked up, and there was a loud "crash", the tent was chopped down and fell to the ground, and Dugu Buqiu's figure fell straight down.

The knife swept towards Dugu Buqiu with chill and murderous intent, covering the sky and covering him, surrounding him in the middle.

After a while of "clang, clang, clang", there was a muffled "poof", and a strong smell of blood spread in all directions.

Dugu Buqiu gritted his teeth, resisted the severe pain that pierced through his stomach, pulled the knife out of the assassin with all his might, and pressed his back tightly against the cold wall.

Someone suppressed his voice and said: "He is injured, light on the lamp, and the battle will be resolved quickly."

With a sound of "da", the faint fire suddenly jumped up, illuminating the room.

Dugu Buqiu's face was as white as paper, his thick eyebrows were as sharp as knives, and his dark eyes shone with crazy light.

He bared his snow-white teeth, and looked at the other party with the corners of his lips curled up.

　The schedule is too busy these days. It is late at night when I return to the hotel every day, and I have to get up very early. Then, the hotel I stayed in last night did not have a desk or a stool. I hung my neck and wrote some on the bed. I was tired, sleepy and awkward , I felt very bad, so I didn't write it... Let's start with this chapter, and there will be more later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)