The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 6 Female Assassin

"Well!"

Chen Zhuo's breath was stagnant when he heard a muffled hum with a different tune.

Outside the window, the snow stopped and the wind began to rise, and the whistling white-haired wind covered up all the movement inside the house.

As the light of the knife passed by, the black padded coat and the white bellyband were ripped open, and Chen Zhuo's eyes were filled with white snow, and he trembled faintly under the breath he exhaled.

"I'm going to start."

Chen Zhuo frowned, if he was asked to kill someone, he would be willing to do it out of a thousand, but doing such an errand, his mind was in a mess.

"Well."

Listening to the vague and weak response from the person on the bed.

He turned him over carefully, with his back facing up, and stripped the cotton coat from top to bottom, all the way to his waist.

The rich snow color passed through the window, and large expanses of white skin were instantly exposed to the cold air, causing goose bumps, more like a touch of crystal jade color, as if it could shine in the dark.

As Chen Zhuo put his hands on the other's back, the person on the bed immediately tensed up, but soon softened again, as if he was unwilling to struggle anymore, and let him do what he did, and the trembling sound like a mosquito followed. Throat squeezed out, "Five inches down."

Chen Zhuo's expression was tense, and his mind was steady. His hands had almost touched the tip of the opponent's buttocks. Once the tiger's mouth was opened, he slowly pressed his fingers together with the spine as the midline like a clamp.

He could already see clearly that there was an inconspicuous black bruise on this person's flat and white back, just on the lower back, like a birthmark.

It doesn't seem to be serious, but when you touch it with your hands, you can't help but feel shocked, because the muscles inside are twisted together like hemp rope, as if out of control, and the spine is even weaker upwards, as if It was almost out of joint, stiff and stagnant, and a part of it was protruding. If it dragged on for a while, this person would be disabled if not dead.

Darkly hurt people.

Not only that, there is also a palm print on the other party's You Le, which looks like a cow's tongue, but it's not all five fingers falling together, but left by the palm and beak, black and blue like ink, it's shocking to see.

"Baguazhang? It really is an assassin."

Knowing that saving people is like putting out a fire, Chen Zhuo opened and closed his ten fingers and immediately channeled his strength from bottom to top.

With a deep breath in his mouth, he pressed against the opponent's buttocks and slowly pushed up.

Perhaps it's because the person on the bed has practiced martial arts all year round. Not to mention his extremely thin waist, there is no fat. Under the tight skin, the tendons and tendons are not difficult to find. With ten fingers clasped, he can almost hold the entire waist.

Feeling the rhythm of the woman's breath, the veins on the back of Chen Zhuo's hands bulged. It looked fierce and domineering, but the force under his palms was as gentle as water, just like pushing tofu for fear of breaking it. Under the mobilization of qi and blood, it slowly became hot.

Passing the belly, the white back of the other party has already seen a scarlet red, like cinnabar, but the color quickly faded to blush, and then gradually faded, even the bruises were much lighter.

Seeing that the bruise was partly pushed away, Chen Zhuo calmed down, and pressed his thumb against the spine of the person on the bed, touching the seams of the bone, while the rest of his fingers moved quickly, opening and closing to adjust the messy muscles. Their breaths are smoothed one by one.

Unknowingly, the wind outside the window was strong and sometimes weak, and the two people on the bed also lowered their breath tacitly, for fear that the people next door would notice the movement.But under exertion, the more restrained and restrained, the hotter their bodies became, the qi and blood were churning, the heartbeat was racing, and beads of bean-sized sweat ooze out wildly, even Chen Zhuo gradually felt it was difficult.

The person on the bed was sweating profusely, and his back was completely wet with sweat, leaving traces of sweat.

Once this strength is released, the energy and blood are expert, and it will be more exhausted than fighting with others.

It only takes a split second to distinguish between the superior and the victor, and determine life and death, but this requires continuous effort. Besides, the two of them are sweating profusely, their palms are slippery, and they are distracted. Chen Zhuo only feels that his blood is almost gone It gushed out of my throat.

However, at this moment, there is no room for him to give up halfway.

Most of the broken bone seams of this person have been fastened together, only by strengthening the spine can he complete his success, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted, and he may never get up again.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Chen Zhuo took a few breaths of cold air, pushed harder, didn't even care to wipe off the sweat dripping from his chin, saw that he had reached the palm print on his ribs, and stayed for a while longer, pushing and rubbing vigorously, waiting for the crow The bruises spread out a little before going up.

The higher you go, the more slippery the palms are. The whole face of the person on the bed has been buried in the quilt, the body is stretched straight, the thin neck is flushed, the veins are protruding, and even the breath is gone.

Until Chen Zhuo pushed his palm to the back of his neck, clasped and pressed his thumb, and there was a "crack", the originally stiff spine snapped into joints instantly, twisting and trembling like a big dragon.

"Well……"

The crooning that was suppressed to the limit was released from the quilt instantly, like a person who was rescued from drowning, his body was arched, long and high-pitched, hoarse but low-pitched, but somewhat restrained, so restrained that it was almost inaudible.

Chen Zhuo felt a fishy sweetness in his mouth.

Just as he was about to take a breath, his eyes suddenly went dark, and a long loose hair covered his face.

Chen Zhuo was not in a hurry, he tilted his head, his sharp eyes narrowed suddenly, in his clear black and white eyes, he saw a sharp shadow coming straight to his throat, and there was a sneer of sarcasm on his face, "Well A woman who will avenge her kindness."

While chatting and laughing, he supported himself with one hand, and he turned upside down in the air, avoiding the opponent's attack, but at the same time he buckled down with his right hand, taking the spirit of the sky, and his murderous intentions suddenly arose.

"court death!"

If you dare to do it, there is only life and death.

It's just that this person's spine was connected, and his whole body was completely different from before. His evil spirit was soaring, and his bright eyes were not as sad and shy as before. They were calm and indifferent. With a lift of his left hand, he caught Chen Zhuo's blow Grab it, and raise your right hand to pat Chen Zhuo's chest.

Chen Zhuo also seemed to be really angry, he shook his left hand, and revealed the cold knife in his sleeve, as soon as the light of the knife turned, he slashed at the head, and he didn't forget to sneer and said: "I said, you are almost seen by me, I never thought about..."

"Brother, what's wrong?"

But at the very moment, Zuo Zongsheng's voice sounded outside the door.

Hearing the footsteps approaching quickly, the two of them withdrew their killing moves at the same time, but they still did not forget to restrain each other when withdrawing their moves, just like a turtle and snake entangled, pinching each other, both lying on the kang.

Looking at each other, staring at the slightly flustered eyes of the other party, Chen Zhuo swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth, and replied unhurriedly: "It's okay, I can't sleep, I'm practicing, I probably have to practice again a little while."

Zuo Zongsheng outside the door was silent for a while, and said in a bad mood: "You kid, what are you messing about in the middle of the night? You can't accomplish it overnight. You should avoid rushing for quick success and quick gains. If you don't have enough energy, be careful that you will damage your body and five internal organs. Go to sleep now. At dawn, I will take you to meet some seniors in the martial arts school, and I will give you a few tricks casually, and I will guarantee that you will benefit from it for the rest of your life."

"Understood, sleep now."

Listening to the footsteps leaving outside the door, the two of them have already separated.

Just as Chen Zhuo retreated, the woman reached out and grabbed a robe from the back strap at the head of the bed, wrapped it around her body, and at the same time smashed open the window, and jumped into the snowy night.

Chen Zhuo's cheeks twitched, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. After a while, he squeezed out a few words from his throat with an ugly expression, "Damn, I'm so full."

He glanced at the window, remained silent, and was about to turn off the light and go to sleep, but he caught sight of something inadvertently out of the corner of his eyes. Under the turned-up quilt, a white apron was so eye-catching, with lotus flowers embroidered on it, only half of it remained.

(End of this chapter)