Empress True Colors

He never believed in these things, but at this moment, he wanted to piously ask God for a return.

As soon as he closed his hand, it was pulled away forcefully by the drunk guy. Her yelling could pierce his eardrums.

"Why are you sleeping? Why are you sleeping? Take a quick look! Little perspective! Man woman! Cake girl!"

"Yes, little see-through man woman cake girl. I saw it, it's quite bright." He coaxed her in a harmonious voice, frowning, not quite understanding who this weird name refers to, it sounds like a nickname, a nickname for a woman.

her sister?

"Little perspective!" Jing Hengbo waved desperately at the shooting star, "Do you know, sister is going to dominate the wilderness! Sister is going to be the queen! Sister descended from the sky, worshiped by all, wherever she goes, peach blossoms bloom Lah, come and learn from my sister..."

He pulled her hand down, and she held it up again stubbornly. The second shooting star flashed by, very bright, like a whistling sword, and plunged across the mountain.

"Man woman!" Jing Hengbo shouted even louder, "Sister Quackaga is now the queen! Sister has ruled the wilderness! Sister is now the most powerful among you? Are you convinced? Are you not convinced? Come here and call the queen! Your Majesty, I will reward you ten thousand beautiful men! You don’t have to worry about not getting married, hahahaha..."

"How much is ten thousand dozen beautiful men?" He asked her quietly behind her.

"Ten thousand times twelve." She laughed loudly, "Two hundred thousand hahahaha, man, would you like to thank me?"

He silently counted the total number of men in the Great Wilderness...

"Little Cake!" She suddenly called out in surprise, and when he looked up, he saw a meteor dodging across the sky.

"Hahaha, I know it's you!" She pointed at the sneaky shooting star, laughing backwards and forwards, "Virtue! Always such a thief! Hey, where are you going? Tell you, my sister is the queen! My sister has Royal chef! From now on, I will no longer have to beg you to cook and grab your food, and you will not have to worry about it in the future. Where are you going? You come to the wilderness, I allow you to worship my royal chef as a master, and I will give you a Chance to make a cake hahahaha…”

The wilderness wind passed by, whistling like crying, blowing away her laughter, and her laughter was scattered everywhere in the wild smoke and grass. Unbridled, endless, it sounds like this person must have lived a carefree life without any rain or wind, and was pampered and raised like a greenhouse flower.

He no longer raised his head, thoughtfully, and gently covered her neck with his hands. Her collar was bouncing for a while, and at some point it burst open again.

That big wave of meteors rustled like countless thin white lines, splitting the deep blue sky and disappearing at the other end of the horizon.

"Don't go, don't go..." She was still laughing, waving her hands and running after the starlight, as if she wanted to reach out and grab everything that was lost.

At some point, the laughter turned into whimpering.

"Little perspective, don't go, stop and take a look for me...Look at these heartless people, how dark their hearts are...Show me him, see what his heart is made of, diamond ? Marble? Granite…”

His hand, which was reaching out to touch her hair, stopped, hung in mid-air for a while, and then slowly fell to his chest.

On the chest, under the clothes there is fake skin, under the fake skin there is...

There is a crack on the surface of the body, in the heart, in the long suffering years. In the encounters again and again, they were torn apart intentionally or unintentionally.

The extreme pain is numbness, not as good as the person in front of him can cry happily.

"Man woman, don't go away..." She was tired of jumping and squeaking, and knelt on the ground, picking up the cold withered grass, "Sister stopped squeaking, and sister stopped laughing at you, sister told your sister that she is not so It's better... It doesn't matter if you laugh at me, you come and restore me, help me restore to the beginning, no, restore to the research institute, let's go back, don't be a queen, don't be an emperor, do nothing, don't meet anything...or You came to restore me, I want to be the original Jing Hengbo..."

She would rather not meet.

She would rather go back to the beginning.

The original self, bright and innocent, did not understand the love and hate in this world, and did not bear the blood and blade on the road.

He trembled slightly, slid back, and also knelt on the cold ground.

A smear of blood stained the corner of his lips silently. He raised his hand and wiped it away gently.

There is nothing more heart-wrenching pain in this world than the one you love the most, who would rather forget you.

Nothing more than, she cried bitterly in front of you, you can only keep silent behind your back, unable to give you a warm frontal embrace.

…

The last gleam of starlight will fade away.

She stretched out her hand to grab it, but she couldn't hold the cold and lonely autumn wind.

"Little cake! You come back!" She crawled up a few steps, stretched out her hand to scratch in the air in vain, and the ray of starlight leaked from her fingers.

"Come back and help me see clearly how many things we can't see clearly in this wilderness, and see the way back clearly. Let's go back together, shall we? Go back together, shall we?"

Gradually, she lowered her body, leaning against the cold ground, the voice in her throat was broken, she didn't know whether it was singing or crying, the grass roots on the dark soil were shattered, revealing a section of pale roots.

Forbearance along the way, a heart full of thoughts, a sip of blood that has been swallowed for a long time, pressed in the deepest part of my heart, and covered up with laughter, until this day was ignited by cold wine, and rushed out of my chest, with this sky full of sparks, shouting in the universe the end.

A pair of hands stretched out and pulled her gently. If she couldn't pull it up, forget it. He fumbled with his hands and placed them under her face to prevent her face from being scratched by the fine stones on the ground.

In an instant, the hot tears that flowed down drenched his palms.

The moment the hot liquid flowed over his palm, he trembled all over, as if being burned by a hot stream.

The sky is gloomy, the nebula is flying, under the clear sky, in the wild grass, he gently covered her kneeling with his body.

It's fine to block the cold wind from all directions for a moment.

It's okay to face each other with their backs facing each other.

He and she are sitting on the top of the world, walking on the peak, but they can't walk into the consummation of life, and they can't taste the blissful ordinaryness of this world of mortals.

When she pressed against those warm palms, she seemed to be looking for a refuge. The long-suppressed emotions in her heart turned into the surging liquid in her eyes, flowing through the palms, flowing through the cuffs, flowing as he pressed her face tightly, drooping. Ufa.

The jet-black hair, which was wet with tears, gradually faded, revealing a moonlight-like silvery white.

She accidentally turned her face, seemed to see it, couldn't help being startled, stopped crying, sobbed loudly a few times, and reached out to look at his hair.

He suddenly realized that his body was straight, and his hair slipped through her fingers.

She sat up straight with her hands on the floor, staring dully and tiredly at the ground, her mind blank.

He also sat up straight, turned sideways, a cold light flashed between the thin blades between his fingers, and the tips of the silvery white hair fell off neatly.

When the wind blows, it is scattered between the sky and the earth.

At this time she was turning around, the thin blade between his fingers had been retracted, and a pair of dark eyes were facing her openly.

Her eyes fell on his neat black hair, and she was a little dazed, as if she couldn't figure it out, but also seemed to understand that it was just an illusion.

The next moment, she swayed and fell on his lap.

He caught it with both hands, she closed her eyes, and murmured: "Little perspective, man, little cake, come here, let's fight for another three hundred rounds..."

She rolled on his lap a few times, muttered something inarticulate, and turned over to sleep.

When she was drunk, she followed this rhythm, and fell asleep after the fight.

He stretched out his arms to gently embrace her, and changed her to face the northwest direction.

She quickly floated in her dream. In her dream, there was no queen, no national teacher, no wilderness, only the small dormitory in the research institute, where there were three buddies and a chicken, there was steaming food, and a group of people met head to head and scrambled for Haidilao .

The life that was once extremely boring, now feels so warm and rare.

She laughed tears.

"very nice…"

The sweet dream made her unwilling to wake up, but in the dream, there was someone behind her all the time, a voice quietly said to her: "Hengbo, in the future, if we can't be together after all, remember never to look for me."

In her dream, she vaguely opened her eyes and saw the end of the sky, in the northwest direction, those layers of hazy clouds were blown away at some point, revealing a touch of snow-white peaks.

…

This dream was not finished.

She couldn't sleep for long, and suddenly felt a chill approaching. As soon as she opened her eyes, she quickly closed them.

So bright, so dazzling.

She didn't know what it was in front of her, and it was shining brightly, making people dizzy, and it was in all directions. She raised her hand to block the light, but she was shocked to find that the light seemed to have penetrating power, and the palm of her hand was pale. .

There was a faint chill pressing over. She got chills after drinking, and felt that she couldn't bear it, she shivered suddenly, and murmured: "It's so cold..."

It was a little warmer behind her, she turned her head and saw Mr. Mu's face, his silver mask reflected a silvery white snow light, the corners of his mouth were flattened, as if... he was in a bad mood.

"What's wrong..." She asked confusedly, feeling weak and weak.

"Can you teleport now?" he asked her.

Jing Hengbo felt it for a while, nodded, shook his head again, and said, "It's not far."

She squinted and looked at the wilderness, and those white bright spots in the distance formed a circle. If these are all people, it means that they are surrounded.

This wilderness originally extended in all directions, and you can run anywhere, but now that the opponent is surrounded by such a huge force, you can't run anywhere, because the opponent is surrounded by a long distance. She teleports at this moment and cannot move out of the surrounded area. Quickly sent to the encirclement.

She was a little strange, shouldn't the assassination sneak in quietly and strike suddenly? Why are these people surrounded by people from a distance, as if they were afraid that no one would know them, and use white light to wake them up? Isn't this too arrogant?

And these people know her abilities? Opening the encirclement so far away just happened to control her teleportation.

"It seems to be an assassin." She whispered to him, thinking that calling the other party an assassin seems a bit insulting to an assassin. Is there such a pretentious assassin who hasn't made a move yet.

The back was very warm, and his body was blocking the cold. She wanted to move away, but when he pressed her shoulders, she didn't move. People who drink alcohol are lazy.

"Don't insult the assassin," he replied.

She laughed, feeling that the hero sees the same thing.

"What are you going to do?" She was a little worried, "I'm drunk, you're injured, and you can't leave yet, we seem to be in the worst period right now..."

"Wait and see what happens." He said expressionlessly, "They have a lot of tricks, you might as well take a look first." He took off his cloak and wrapped her tightly as he spoke.

She turned her dull mind before she realized, "You know him?"

"I think of a certain sect in the rumors." He said, "I can't be sure, you see."

She turned her head and suddenly opened her eyes wide.

The white spots in the distance were still there, but suddenly there was another circle of white spots nearby, as if growing out of the grass, it was miserable white. Facing her directly in front, at a distance of about ten feet, the grass that was still green suddenly broke off.

The ground that had been cleared of weeds revealed dark soil, and then, a crystal light gradually flickered, as if ice was forming there.

The ice is constantly condensing, and the cylindrical shape is slowly piled up, and then branches branch out, branches protrude from the branches, and leaves grow on the branches...

An ice tree as thick as someone's arms slowly condensed under her astonished eyes.

It has to be said that this scene is very beautiful. The crystal ice rotates and rises under the moonlight. The whole tree is transparent and crystal clear, reflected by the sky, with a faint blue light. Every leaf is exquisite and clear, like crystal, reflecting the light blue moonlight.

Jing Hengbo felt that this scene was as beautiful as a modern 3D cartoon with special effects. It has to be American made.

If ordinary people encounter such a scene, they will probably have to kneel down and worship. Jing Hengbo and Mr. Mu just watched quietly.

The tree has been completely condensed, and then, under the roots of the tree, a faint white air began to glow.

"We can go." Mr. Mu whispered in her ear, "There is a small river three miles away, a forest four miles away, behind the forest there is a mountain, there are deep ditches and culverts in the mountain, and there is a small village at the foot of the mountain, where do you want to go? "

"It's so beautiful, look at it for a while, look at it for a while." Her eyes were shining.

He seemed to sigh, a little helpless, a little spoiled.

The shadow of the ice tree flashed in his eyes, his eyes were cold and disgusted, as if he saw the unclean thing that he didn't want to see in this world.

White air rising under the ice tree, quickly condensed, and there was another piece of ice and snow, like countless white ribbons, and it seemed that someone had rolled up a large roll of white carpet, spreading forward silently from the root of the tree, reaching the feet of Mr. Jing Hengbomu.

At this moment, if someone looks down from the sky, they will be able to see the ice tree in the middle of the wilderness, and the white ice road spread under it is like a ribbon, and it is also in a circular radial shape, spreading in all directions, like a radiant sun, carved in the vast sky. on the ground.

"Beautiful!" Jing Hengbo praised.

Being able to reach this level by pretending to be a ghost is already considered a **** level.

Finally all the scenery was set up, and she was about to escape, when suddenly the door creaked on the trunk of the ice tree, and the door opened.

A person walked out of the door, walking slowly along the long snow blanket.

Jing Hengbo was startled, he didn't expect to appear in this appearance.

She obviously watched the ice tree when it condensed, why didn't she see a person hiding in it? Was she dazzled by drinking too much?

The ice tree is crystal clear, and the snowy road is like a blanket. The man came out of the ice tree and walked steadily on the snow blanket.

Looking at him from a distance, he shone like an ice tree, and he couldn't distinguish his figure and face. When he got closer, he realized that this man was not tall, but his body was well-proportioned. not be detected immediately.

But Jing Hengbo knew that when the ice tree was congealing, this person would definitely not be there. He quickly approached from behind the tree when the ice tree was completed, the ice blanket was rolled out, and other people's attention was on the ground. The one that made a hole in the tree was nothing more than a trick to put it bluntly.

Of course, ordinary people can't figure it out for a while, they will only think that the ice tree was formed for no reason, and this person walked out of the ice tree for no reason, naturally it is either a **** or a demon.

The temperature was dropping all around, and the man walked over coldly, his voice was majestic and indifferent: "Namur, the God of the Gate of Heaven..."

Jing Hengbo shivered, feeling his stomach churning uncomfortably, suddenly rushed forward, and shouted: "Black fungus! Look at my demon king's blood...vomit!"

Before she finished speaking, she let out a wow, and the wine and vegetables in her stomach splashed straight into the man's face.

The sour smell of alcohol rose to the sky, the man never imagined that such a beauty would do such a thing, he hurriedly backed away without any further gestures.

As soon as he retreated, Jing Hengbo had already grabbed Mr. Mu's hand, "Let's go!"

In the next moment, she had already pulled Mr. Mu across the ice tree, waved her hand in mid-air, a stone flew up and hit the ice tree, and the ice tree destroyed half of it with a snap.

"Blame the sacred tree and the angels, you are looking for death!" An angry roar came from behind, coming very quickly.

At the same time, the white dot in the distance is also rapidly approaching, and the encirclement is shrinking.

Jing Hengbo waved his hand again, and thousands of shards of ice shattered by the ice tree flew up like meteors across the sky, heading straight for the approaching men in white.

"Take your life!" shouted loudly from behind, almost right next to his ear, Namur, who came out of the ice tree, was very good at lightness kung fu.

Jing Hengbo felt a chill on the back of his shoulder, and a strong wind hit his body. Namur's cold hand grabbed her back hard.

In front, those white-clothed men who were in charge of the encirclement drew their swords like lightning, smashing the ice ridges with clanging sounds. The light of the sword continued to cast, and gathered into a white rainbow, roaring towards her heart!

Fighting back and forth, there is no escape.

The people behind have already sneered - how many people who disrespected Tianmen died under such a pincer attack.

It is one of Tianmen's coups to intimidate others with the technique of magic and illusion, and to strike when the opponent is shocked. Of course, if you encounter such a person who is not deceived by the technique of magic and illusion, Tianmen also has more meticulous methods to deal with it.

He seemed to see Jing Hengbo with a big hole in his front and back...

The ice wind and snow light collided and merged, and the figure of Jing Hengbo caught in the middle was almost invisible.

At the moment when they were about to completely collide, Namur suddenly found that Jing Hengbo's shadow seemed to be shaking.

This sway was too fast and too slight, it looked like shadows turbulent in the water waves, it didn't seem real.

He didn't have time to think.

The next moment, there was a bang.

His crampons hit his hard chest.

He showed joy, and then changed color...how is it chest?

Hard, belonging to a man's chest.

Why not the back?

The icy wind and snow shadow stopped, and the ice flakes rustled down. When he looked up, he saw that the person bumping into him on the opposite side was a registered disciple who followed him.

He was inserting his hand into the opponent's chest, and the sword in the man's hand was in the air, and there was still half of the ecstasy of "stabbing" on his face, which had turned into horror at this moment. So much so that his expression was ferocious, which made people feel terrified.

"How could it be you!" Namur shouted angrily, but he didn't pull his hand out of the opponent's chest. In extreme anger, he squeezed and scratched hard.

The scream pierced the silence of the wilderness. When Namur stretched out his hand, there was a **** palm in his palm, which was still beating.

He threw his heart **** the ground.

"The end of the trash!"

The people in white clothes all around were registered disciples, their status was lower than his outer disciple status, and they all bowed their heads silently.

On the ground, the boy who died in vain had a big hole in his chest, like a mouth, crying to the sky.

Farther away in the encirclement, someone was summoning, "They are in the river!"

Namur's boots stomped **** the heart on the ground, "Chase!"

…

In this wilderness, there are countless white-clothed people who appear and disappear.

Jing Hengbo thinks that Tianmen is good at pretending to be gods and ghosts first, second at crowd tactics, and third at martial arts.

Miracles can't fool you, so I'll crush you with a sea of ​​people.

She expressed her admiration for this - arrogant, shameless, and indeed extraordinary means.

With a "crash", she entered the icy river.

"That... sorry." She apologized dazedly to Mr. Mu on her back, "...uh, I seem to be a bit out of control when I'm drunk..."

She was a little regretful, when she was in Qifeng Mountain, she didn't have much chance to drink, and she didn't exercise the ability to control the teleportation after drinking.

Mr. Mu's internal injury has not healed, so it must not be refreshing to soak in this cold water.

He patted the back of her neck, a warm current poured in, and she let out an "uh", feeling that the nausea in her chest was much better.

"The move just now was excellent." He said softly.

She chuckled, quite proud of being praised by the teacher, and suddenly felt something was wrong after laughing—why does this guy speak so old-fashioned? Do you really think it's her teacher?

She raised her eyebrows and curled her mouth, "Of course, I'm always better than you."

He smiled and said, "That's right, that's why I'm on the ground now."

"Necessary." She was complacent, but suddenly felt something was wrong—froggy? Five-body projection, right? Also, which five bodies?

Her mind suddenly turned to an inexplicable place, and she began to feel a little uncomfortable on her back. At this moment, she suddenly felt the clean and pleasant breath of the man behind her. The river was cold, and his breath was warm against her ears.

She suddenly shook her head so vigorously that she almost threw him off her back.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, putting his arms around her shoulders.

The strange feeling in her heart became more and more intense, but it was too late to answer at this moment, the figure flickered, and it was approaching the small river, and a white shadow shot towards it like lightning, it was only a few feet away, and it was approaching in the blink of an eye.

"Ning Bing!" Before Namur arrived, he had already ordered loudly, his voice awe-inspiring and murderous.

The white-clothed men who rushed to the river formed a circle, all slashed with their swords and pierced into the river.

"Crack." There was a soft sound, white air-conditioning transpired, and the river quickly froze, with jagged corners expanding on the ice, like countless ice swords, pressing towards Jing Hengbo and Mr. Mu in the center of the river from all directions.

A large abstract painting spread out on the river surface: snow-white background, vertical and horizontal fine lines, jagged edges, quickly closing towards the center.

Jing Hengbo will not be able to swim, the ice is very thin, and she will not be able to climb on the ice. If she wants to jump into the sky, she will be pierced by the sword light waiting around the river. If she stays in the water, she will be approached by the river's lightning-like spread The ice sword penetrates.

No matter how you look at it, it's a dead end.

Namur finally spread out a faint smile.

He seemed to see the bodies of the two men pierced by the river sword again.

No matter how good the lightness kung fu is, if you can escape from your subordinates in an instant, so what if you kill your subordinates by mistake? In this river, you can't perform lightness kung fu, right?

Three feet, two feet, one foot.

The ice surface of the river is getting closer and closer to the central scene shear wave.

"It's so dizzy... These white swords look even more dizzy..." Jing Hengbo murmured, "...sit down!"

The next moment there was a crash, and she appeared by the river, behind those men in white.

Mr. Mu raised his hand, and the row of white-clothed men behind him who were still concentrating on condensing the icy river water felt cold in their vests.

They looked down in astonishment, and saw the protruding **** ice pick on their chest.

The men wanted to turn around, not understanding how the attack could suddenly come from behind. But in this life, they can never turn around again.

"Plop plop plop", there was a continuous sound of human bodies falling, and a row of people fell into the river, crushing the ice and sinking to the bottom.

Namur was still on the other side, staring blankly at the empty center of the river, and those corpses who fell by the river, half of their bodies plunged into the river, as if dozens of slaps had been slapped on their faces.

"How could this be!" He finally lost his composure and yelled.

Everyone held up their swords in a daze, not understanding what happened. One moment they saw those two people in the middle of the river, but the next moment they saw their own corpses lying down in a row.

For a moment, these registered disciples of Tianmen almost thought that it was the elder guardians from their own sect who came.

If it wasn't those god-like figures in my sect, how could such supernatural powers come from in this world?

Namur ran to the corpses, checked the wounds, and his face became even uglier.

These people died from the ice pick piercing the heart, and the opponent's method didn't look special, but it was very fierce and vicious. Even the weapons they use learn their styles, turning ice into cones.

It's just insulting.

He raised his head, and in front of him was the wilderness, the wind had passed by, and the two men were nowhere to be seen.

Ghostly speed...

impossible!

There's not much to hide around here, and they're still around!

He suddenly stood up, with fierce eyes, "Search!"

…

A shadow swept past like the wind, and then stood still suddenly.

"Oh, I can't do it anymore, I really want to vomit." Jing Hengbo's soft voice came from the wind, "Where is this?"

"The nameless hill nearby." Mr. Mu's voice was still calm, "How are you?"

"It's not good." Jing Hengbo supported his knees and lowered his head, "It's so cold."

Mr. Mu took her hand, felt the pulse, and frowned, "You are not the problem of alcohol... You have accumulated too much coldness in your body, and tonight was stimulated by the coldness of that group of people, and it exploded."

Jing Hengbo nodded, she knew what was going on, and it had nothing to do with pouring wine. When Yeluqi left, she had reminded her that for a month in Snow Valley, she had been traveling outside all day, and was attacked by the cold air. Her body had never undergone similar tempering before, and she caught the cold unconsciously, and the root of the disease was planted. Yeluqi reminded her to recuperate before going down the mountain, but she didn't take it to heart, the cause of depression would eventually be induced, and the ice and snow tonight was the inducement.

Seeing her drooping head, his eyes were slightly gloomy - seeing that there was cold poison in her body, he deliberately tried to remove it with wine, but he did not expect to meet those people from Tianmen by such a coincidence.

He stretched out his hand to grab her hand, but she reacted quickly this time and immediately shook it off, "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, Jing Hengbo said in a hey voice: "Don't give me too much energy, your martial arts seem to be of the cold type, and it won't do me any good."

He was silent, and said for a while: "I have two elements of true qi, so you don't have to worry."

She looked at him in surprise, and said, "Are you bullying me for being uneducated? Dual-element true qi? From your tone, the other element is of the Yang-fire element? Ice-cold-type true energy and Yang-fire-type true energy cannot coexist, otherwise sooner or later I, who has only practiced martial arts for half a year, know this kind of common sense to make martial arts practitioners go crazy. Don't be kidding."

Mr. Mu didn't refute anymore, he seemed to be thinking about something, and then said: "They will not die tonight."

"Do you know who they are?"

He paused for a moment before saying, "Looking at his acting style, he looks like the Nine Heavens Gate."

"This name sounds like thunder..." She sighed, "It's as good as I imagined. But if they don't go to Yeluqi, why are they looking for me? I didn't kill the third son."

"Who is the third son?"

"The third son of the Yelu family, a disciple of the Jiuchong Tianmen, Yeluqi hurt him and affected a plan of the Jiuchong Tianmen. The third son said that the Jiuchongtianmen would definitely take revenge. But the revenge came to me, which is very inexplicable. Also, how did they know about me? here?"

"Perhaps, they are looking for me..." Mr. Mu said softly, his eyes flickering.

"What did you say?" Jing Hengbo didn't hear clearly.

"I was just thinking, no matter who they are looking for, whether they are looking for it right or not, with their style, they will not stop after doing it. Tonight is a dead end."

"I don't like this style of killing people without even asking." She sneered, "I don't want them to go back alive."

"Our words are a bit arrogant." He smiled lightly, "One is injured and the other is sick. The other party has a large number of people. It may be easy to escape, but how can one not stay?"

She turned her head to look at him, only his silver mask was faintly shining in the darkness, and the rest was sunk in the darkness. She should be wary of such a person, but for some reason, she couldn't raise her vigilance and murderous intentions.

His lips were a little pale, and her spirit was sluggish. This was a bad moment, but for some reason, she didn't feel fear or tension, as if she had this person by her side, even if he couldn't help her, her heart would fixed.

This feeling has not passed for a long time. For a long time, she felt that she was a lonely ghost. It seemed that she was crowded around her, but she was actually a transparent shadow, and she could only see her own existence.

"It depends on man." She smiled, listening to the voice in the wind, "They are getting close."

In the dark bushes, a white shadow has already appeared faintly.

"There is a deep ditch nearby, and the bottom of the ditch is full of rocks..." He pointed in a direction and said softly, "Be careful."

She nodded, and a voice came from the bushes ahead: "There they are!"

Jing Hengbo didn't move immediately, and waited until the person in front was about to see them, then grabbed Mr. Mu's hand suddenly, "Let's go!"

The next moment she appeared in front of a slope, and the fallen leaves rustled under her feet, and she swayed.

She had already started to have a fever, her body was hot, but she was shivering from the cold.

Mr. Mu stuffed a medicine into her mouth, but said: "The cold air will come out after all, the medicine can only strengthen your foundation, it will not have any big effect for the time being."

When the body needs to adjust, the medicine has limited effect, and it is a good thing to release it. If you press it hard, it will burst out more violently next time. She nodded to show that she understands the truth.

But how to escape and kill during the time when the cold is on.

When she lowered her head, she saw a **** in front of her, the **** was getting steeper and steeper, down to a deep ditch, the smell of rotting leaves in the ditch was sour, the pale phosphorescence of bones shone faintly in the rotten green, it seemed that she was buried here There are many people in the ditch.

The dizziness of weightlessness rushed over, she was dizzy, fell down, and was caught by him in time.

Only then did she realize that this teleportation was very dangerous, and she was on the edge of the ditch.

There are some stones on the edge of the ditch with some scratches on them. The top of the ditch is also inclined. It is easy for people to slide down due to falling leaves or slipping, and slide all the way to the end. The stones on the edge are the last hope of escape for those unlucky guys. There are obvious scratches on the stone, and I don't know how many people missed it and escaped here.

The pursuers from above approached, and the white shadow flickered.

"We can pretend to stumble..." She stared at the stone and said slowly, "I'm on top, you're on the bottom..."

He seemed to be able to guess what she was thinking, nodded slightly, but said: "I should be on top, you should be on the bottom, you are not strong enough."

What does she think is wrong with this conversation? But at the moment, she didn't have the energy to think about it. She trembled, nodded, and hummed: "Then you are on top."

"That `s a deal?"

"Um."

There still seems to be something wrong...

He moved over and grabbed a protruding rock, and she scrambled down his body, grabbing his ankle.

The two made a mistake and fell into the ditch, grabbed the cliff in time, and were struggling to escape.

It seems that there is a natural understanding, and it seems that there is a tacit understanding. From the beginning to the end, there is no need to even discuss.

She slid down from his back, the hot body brought a sensitive touch to the skin, and he even felt a hot and full mass gently squeezed all the way on his back, and it was like lightning flashing through him in an instant, he felt that his back seemed to be on fire , has been scorching to the heart, can't help trembling, almost slipping.

She slid down, but she was a little dizzy, and hugged his leg for a little bit. Sick people are slow in perception. She didn't expect that there was something wrong with this posture, but his whole body was tense. Hovering, the pores of the whole body seemed to be responding to that soft and greasy body, even the bone marrow seemed to be soft, the legs couldn't help trembling, trembling again.

"Your legs are so long and straight..." The perverted woman still didn't forget to comment on her figure at this moment, and said "Hey", "Hey, your legs seem to respond, maybe you are not completely paralyzed! There is a chance to cure rule!"

"I was poisoned in my legs when I was young," he said, "after pulling out the poison, it is indeed possible to stand up."

She hugged his leg, hummed, her voice was soft, and he tried hard to control it, hoping that he wouldn't tremble any more, otherwise it wasn't just the leg that reacted.

With his free hand, he flicked the ground in front of him, and there was a scratch on the ground, which looked like a mark left by someone slipping.

There were footsteps above, and someone came out of the forest.

In view of the previous lessons of one death and one row, this time Namur no longer dispatched in large numbers, but decided to implement a step-by-step attack and send people to approach the target in batches.

The two registered disciples who flashed out first were the best in lightness kung fu. They came from the darkness, first saw the scratches on the ground, and said happily, "It seems to have rolled down!" stone hands.

"Do you still want to survive?" The two registered disciples sneered, and flew over, drawing their swords in mid-air, and slashed Mr. Mu's hand holding onto the stone.

In order to achieve a single strike, the sword spared no strength, and his body flew in mid-air, intending to reach the edge of the ditch.

In mid-air, the clothes fluttered and the belt hung down, like a fairy.

Jian Guang was about to reach his hand, the disciples grinned ferociously, waiting for their wrists to be severed, the two fell down with a miserable cry.

They suddenly felt that the belt was being pulled severely by someone.

It was difficult to control Ling Kong's figure, and with this tug, they immediately flew forward three feet.

Three feet across the ditch.

"Huh." With a sound, they flew over Mr. Mu's head, the sword light rubbed against the stone, and stars scattered everywhere.

Jing Hengbo raised his head and laughed hoarsely: "It's so beautiful to fly!"

"Help—" The sound continued, and there were two loud bangs from below, and some rotting rotten leaves splashed into the air.

There was not even a scream, and there were gravels under the leaves at the bottom of the ditch, and the two died immediately.

Jing Hengbo chuckled.

"Are you tired?" She raised her head and asked Mr. Mu.

Hanging two people with one hand, it won't last long.

"Shh, here we come!"

Two more people rushed out, they had already heard the previous noise, and they refused to fly closer.

They rushed towards it quickly, stepped on a nearby stone, and slashed with their swords.

The stone and the surrounding soil suddenly collapsed, and they slid downhill. They hurriedly swung their swords to pin the soil **** and delay the slide.

But the sword flew up suddenly, and it was too late for the two of them to jump up again at this time, and they slid all the way to the end, they could vaguely hear a "chi" sound, they must have hit the rock underneath.

The ditch is slanted and deep, and the momentum is huge. If you don't die, you will be disabled.

These two people screamed miserably, and a few more people rushed over from above. Although they didn't see the end of the first two groups, it was certain that the fate of the first two groups was more than good. These people simply didn't charge this time. The person pressed against the back of the person in front, and the person in front swung a long sword, the air condensed into ice, a snow-bright ice sword shot out from the tip of the sword, like a snow dragon, and went straight to Mr. Mu's head.

This is Tianmen's joint force sword control technique. For registered disciples who are not strong enough, the joint force can make the tip of the sword extend out of the ice sword, and reach the enemy's side according to the mind. It is specially used for long-distance