I have many teachers

Chapter 198 Reason (2\2)

"Hehe, Mr. Murong is really confident..."

The brothel woman didn't care about this either, and smiled coquettishly.

In the prosperous age, the confidence and pride of the people in this world towards the Great Qin has reached the extreme point of the past. Even the women in the brothel and the pawns on the street believe in their own country and believe that this incident is just a coincidence. I believe that what awaits those murderers must be Da Qin's thunderous anger.

This woman also knows that the young man in front of her is the thirteenth son of the Murong family in the city. Although both are Murong, they can't compare to the well-known fist and palm masters in the world. The Murong family should not be underestimated in Fufeng County. When this person comes out, he must be accompanied by guards to protect him.

I don't know if she thought that there was a master of at least the eighth rank of martial arts hiding aside, a strange excitement appeared in the woman's heart, she turned over and jumped on the young man, wrapped her arms around the neck of the family in front of her, and leaned forward.

Although the clothes on his body were thick, they couldn't conceal his youthful body, which was graceful and charming.

Seeing this, the young man's heart fluttered. Since a few days ago, he was startled by the Fufeng library guard downstairs in Fengzi. There is no shortage of people who have fallen into trouble.

As for the guard who was eating inside and outside, he had been transferred away because of arguing with his father, and he was going to protect his tenth brother. He came out today just to find something exciting to vent his anger. , although it was night at this time, there was a fire of desire rising in his heart, and his palms gradually became dishonest.

When he was hugging the woman and tasting the vermilion lips, someone passed by on the road, and the wind brought up lifted the navy blue silk satin covering the window of the carriage. During this ups and downs, he saw a figure walking slowly past, and saw the young man's face. He glanced at him expressionlessly.

It was night now, and he was able to see the bloodshot eyes clearly, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, his whole body was instantly icy cold, and the rising desire disappeared immediately. Seeing his face pale as snow.

When the woman was in love, she found that the boy had no reaction at all. When she was curious, she heard the sound of footsteps coming up from the side like a ghost. The palms were already wet with cold sweat, quite sticky.

The steady footsteps gradually fade away, but it seems that they have never gone away.

The girl in the brothel needs to practice her ability to observe words and expressions. From this abnormal situation and the slightly trembling body of the young man in front of her, she has already deduced that something is wrong.

In his mind, Fu recalled today's massacre of extermination, and thought of the three generations of extermination, his face was all cut into pieces, and a sense of horror emerged involuntarily.

Murong Tong swallowed his saliva, his heart was beating wildly, and he and the brothel woman bowed their heads and lay down here, as if they could hide themselves by doing this.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and thoughts raced through his mind.

Who is this person, why did he suddenly appear, and where was he just now?
At this moment, he suddenly remembered what his driver said when he came.

"My lord, it's time for our car to be repaired and repaired. The horse is pulling it today, and it is quite difficult."

Damn it!He actually hid under the carriage.

Thinking of this, the boy almost cried out, but his complexion became paler.

Step by step, the sound echoed on the empty street, fell into the ears, and fell into the bottom of the heart, as if soaked in winter snow, the unspeakable chill soaked into the soul.

The sound of footsteps faded away.

The inside and outside of the carriage seem to have become two worlds.

When inhaling, it is extremely light, but when exhaling, because of the fear in my heart, it becomes rapid and heavy.

The sound of the rapid beating of the heart became clearer and clearer, like a war drum.

The footsteps sounded farther away.

step,
two steps,

The two breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of the heart gradually calmed down.

Both of them felt an absurd sense of surviving in their hearts, as well as a little relief.Murong Lift felt that he had lost face, raised his head, and said forcefully:

"It's just a pedestrian, you're afraid..."

There is an autumn wind blowing fallen leaves, and a bleak voice sounds.

The cool wind blew over Murong Tong's cheeks, and the boy's pupils widened.

The silk cloth had been lifted at some point, and a face looked at him quietly.

There were dozens of vertical and horizontal cuts on that face, like an evil ghost. When he saw that he had noticed it, he grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, his eyes were extremely white, and his pupils were extremely black and large. He turned slightly, without saying a word. , but there is a sense of madness and depression rushing towards his face.

The boy froze.

At this moment, he was terrified to the extreme, but for some reason, he couldn't speak at all.

"Ah, the slave family is just a weak woman, how can it be compared with the young master..."

The woman in her arms turned her back to that face, she couldn't see it, she relaxed at this moment, and she just smiled coquettishly, but in Murong Tong's eyes, he saw the coldness of autumn night wrapped in that palm, coming from the window. Stretching in slowly, with five fingers slightly spread, watching the blackened blood stains on the fingertips, gradually occupying his entire field of vision.

Very slowly, little by little, he grabbed his face.

But the delicate voice can still be heard in the ear, and there is a sweet breath on the cheek.

Lively and fragrant.

Evil slaying.

The voice of charming laughter lingered in his ears, but he only felt dead silence.

The young man opened his mouth, with despair in his eyes, the woman didn't know it, stepped forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, as soft as jade, Murong Tong blinked slightly, and lay down two lines of muddy tears uncontrollably.

The fingers spread slightly, almost touching his face.

Getting closer little by little...

Qingyue's sword cry suddenly exploded.

The sharp sword energy swept across, and a wooden sword used the nodding technique of the phoenix to point out three points of cold light, which fell towards his vital acupuncture point at the same time, and there was thunder roaring, which violently tore apart the dead silent and oppressive atmosphere. Come on, a bit of surprise appeared on that disfigured face, and he retreated like a phantom.

An unpretentious wooden sword slashed the next moment.

Thunder entangled with it, illuminating the night and also illuminating the blue-shirted boy holding the sword.

This was Murong Tong's most feared and resented face during this time, but it looked so amiable and respectable at this time, it almost made him cry.

Wang Anfeng held the sword and landed on the ground, with his right hand clasping the sword in front of him on guard, his left hand channeled the internal force of the golden bell, and slapped the carriage on top of his palm. The car pushed a few steps horizontally and leaned against the wall beside the street.

The steed uttered a mournful cry after exerting such strength, which attracted the drivers and stall owners who were eating at a small stall not far away.

The coachman stood up with a thud, saw the two confronting each other, saw the man holding a long and narrow knife in one hand, and the man with a gloomy demeanor, his heart trembled, and he already knew in his mind whether he might have won the jackpot today.

I was anxious in my heart, and wanted to run over to see the situation of my young master, but at this moment, my whole body was no longer listening to me, and I didn't dare to go there, and I didn't dare to run away, so I could only stand there with a bitter expression on my face.

And at the carriage, the Danfenggu warrior who had lifted his disguise looked at the young man in front of him, stretched out his blood-red tongue, licked his lower lip, and grinned. The dozens of scarred wounds on his face were as black as black. Twisted and entangled like a centipede, contentedly whispered:
"So it's you, Fufeng Wang Shaoxia."

"I was going to find you."

He was discovered by Wang Anfeng that day. Although he was deceived, he was cautious by nature. After collecting information, he naturally knew the identity of the boy that day, and he knew that he must have been discovered by him.

Teasing... Heh, teasing, he must be looking down on me.

Just like the family last night, they looked down on me just like them.

If not.

When I walked through his yard, why did that little boy look at me more?
Under the pressure from the task, his repressed and distorted temperament was intensified and released. Today, he planned to stay near the Fufeng Academy, waiting for an opportunity to kill the librarian and bury him with him.

Unexpectedly, when he came near the Fufeng Academy, he bumped into him.

Isn't it Tian Gu?

Isn't it heaven's care!

The Danfenggu warrior laughed silently, raised his right hand, moved his five fingers, and then held it firmly on the handle of the knife, slowly pulled it out forcefully, the sharp and long and narrow blade came out of its sheath, and there were still some remaining parts on the blade. bloodstained.

As a warrior, he no longer cares about protecting his weapons.

Holding the sword, Wang Anfeng looked at the seemingly crazy killer opposite.

He didn't gain anything today. When he was about to return to Fufeng Academy, he smelled the aroma of haggis soup. He wanted to drink a few...a bowl, but he walked over, but he felt a strong murderous intent. The killer's behavior, in desperation, he shot with all his strength to force him away.

When he drew the sword, he intentionally penetrated the energy of thunder. At this time, the night was dead silent, and the sound of thunder and sword roars could be heard far away. He had just seen the warrior patrolling the streets. It wasn't too far away, and he should be able to arrive in a short time.

But right now, a vicious fight is inevitable.

Holding a wooden sword in his hand, the young man circulates his internal energy, and his mind enters the realm of emptiness and meditation.

There is no sign of others, no sign of self, and no sign of sentient beings.

The two confronted each other, and the atmosphere became more and more deadly and oppressive. Seeing this appearance, the vendor not far away carefully moved towards the back, intending not to disturb the killer, and left quietly, but when the footsteps fell, no matter how soft the sound was in the ears of a fighter of this level. Very obvious.

The air machine was involved, and the unique trembling sound of the blade striking resounded through the entire street in an instant.

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