This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 66 The tip of the knife, put it on the neck!

The opening of the hole just happened to be completely closed when the foot of the wildfire fell.

Whether it's timing or strength, Xuan Yu has mastered it just right.

Yehuo didn't dare to be careless, quickly looked around, and quickly touched near the window.

At this time, the chasers had already shifted their routes, and the inside and outside of the Yin-Yang Pagoda was filled with silence.

She opened the window carefully, only to see that there was a faint fire outside, and there were two more guards at the entrance of the tower gate, and there were people patrolling the courtyard.

Not daring to stay longer, the wildfire quickly passed the window, bent all the way, carefully circumvented the bushes, followed the shadow of the tower, and fled away quietly.

The guards would never have thought that someone would escape from the tower at this time, so she escaped smoothly.

Knowing that the little thing had successfully escaped, in the underground stone room, Xuan Yu, who lowered his eyelids slightly, took a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking down at the straw in his hand, Xuan Yu whispered softly.

"Straw, straw, tell me, will this little thing come again?!"

Naturally, Cao Cao would not answer, but Xuan Yu's thin lavender lips raised a gentle arc.

"I think she will definitely come again! The daughter of Ji's Tavern, Hong, I haven't had a drink in more than ten years!"

For the first time in many years, Xuan Yu had expectations.

In addition to Nurhong, there was also that little thing with straightforward eyes who didn't have the slightest timidity when facing him.

Yes, compared to Xuanyu, Yehuo is indeed, but a small thing!

Quickly fled in the direction of the knife-shaped department, and the wild fire that had climbed over the wall could not care about the big bird that was locked underground at this time.

All the way to her room, she took every step carefully.

Finally, when she returned to her bedroom, she carefully opened the door, walked to the bed and sat down, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

Before her heart could relax completely, her neck suddenly felt cold.

Bone cold.

That's the temperature at which the blade tightens on the skin.

"Who?!"

Wildfire instinctively let out a low voice.

"I still want to ask you?!"

The voice came, and it was a little colder than the blade around her neck.

(End of this chapter)