Legend of Fu Yao

The east wind blows, the drums are smashed, and the heroes of the 18th tribe of Nanzhao are going to fight.

For a long time, he has surrendered to the Promise of the Promise, and he believed in the Nanxun and Beibei of the Japanese **** of the head of the bird. This time, he did not know where the tiger must be touched. After 12 years of stability, he joined hands to carry out the rebellion. The brawny rushed out of the valley and the cottage like a tidal wave, quickly occupied the neighboring Pingcheng and Huangxian, and threatened to break into Zhongzhou, so that the long-term Sun Wuji ushered in Changanmen, and the king sent Guo Pingyi’s striker army to station in Jingcheng. The main business is entrenched in the drowning water that is 30 miles away from Jingcheng. The two armies echoed each other, and the potential of Chengjiaojiao surrounded Pingcheng and Huangxian.

Meng Fu Sha and Zong Yue left the army and arrived at Yaocheng, which is the closest to Pingcheng. It is said that in the countryside of Yaocheng and the Daishan forests bordering the Yi people, there are various types of herbal and exotic animals that have the most varieties in the whole continent. The more he is a doctor, he will not miss it, and Meng Fuyao also expects him to suddenly explode and develop antidote for himself.

Yaocheng is the city closest to the Yi nationality. The city has lived in harmony with the monks. The imperial court has always been the embodiment of the appeasement. In Yaocheng, there is a pair of two parties, the chief officer in the court of the family. The official roster is called the county magistrate, but it is called the city owner in the local customs. It is responsible for the real household registration, taxation, uniform service, water conservancy, and peasant peasant. It is a combination of administration, civil affairs, and finance. The county is in charge of warehousing, prisons and documents. It is a Chinese Han Chinese. It seems that the monk is the highest chief executive. He is extremely powerful, but he separates a county guard. He set up a general guardian and led the troops to stay in Yaocheng. The Baiting Village in the 20th century is not in the same position as the main officials of Yaocheng. The imperial court of the Promise has an enviable and uncontrollable monk tribe. It can be said that Enwei has a two-pronged approach and has used enough thoughts.

Before coming, from the local guides who were responsible for guiding the sacred medical doctors to Yaocheng, Meng Fu Sha had already outlined the images for Yao Cheng—beautiful, peaceful, sturdy and mixed, and filled with large colorful flowers.

However, when he entered Yaocheng, Meng Fu Sha suddenly took a cold breath.

The streets and lanes are broken, and the blackened houses burned by fireworks are everywhere. The flowers that are being smashed are everywhere in the mud. There are still half-breasts in the winter, the monks wearing big-colored trousers, and the bright bends. The knife swayed and swayed behind the waist, and as the rambling steps continued to sway, they squinted and squinted around, staring at the murderous murderousness. It seemed that a stone would block the road and immediately cut it.

The local people mostly cringe, their eyes are dodging, and even the aisles are avoiding these swearing people who want to provoke them.

The air is full of violent, murderous, provocative, gunpowder-like bursts of tension, so that everyone who enters them does not consciously smell the dangerous atmosphere.

Meng Fu shakes several "heterogeneous" into the city and immediately feels the hostile vision from all directions. Even all the inn restaurants are not open to the Han people outside the country. Meng Fu Sha and Zong Yue could have lived directly in the county with the virtue of the king. Going, the two people are not free, want to find a family to live, do not want to find a few families, no one dare to lend to them, until very late, only one elderly people have taken them.

In the evening, I ate a simple but clean meal at the old man's house. The old man's son was very sturdy. The wife was very pregnant and had to raise a baby. Under the small oil lamp, the old man couldn't hold the two people with vegetables. The face was full of smiles like chrysanthemums. Nothing good, eat, eat."

Meng Fu shakes in front of a small table full of cracks and black mud, holding a bowl in a daze, seventeen years, seventeen years, she did not sit with her at the table, enjoying a family-like dinner, she did not enjoy Through the dim but warm lights of the cottage, no one gave her a dish, no one accompanied her to eat even a meal of rice in a house like a home.

The dead old Taoist only forced her to practice and practice again, and to be his apprentice for ten years. Every meal was a few bites while practicing. Some memories of the warm homes of past lives are far away like the sky. The wind blows without a trace.

For a moment, she snorted, as if she saw the old hands of the vegetables, turned into a thin, blue-skinned patient's hand - belonging to the mother's hand. However, the illusion disappeared, and she was still sitting under the lamp of a strange room in a strange city, watching the reunion belonging to someone else's family.

Meng Fu shakes sitting there, staring at the bowl full of dishes, and suddenly wants to cry.

She immediately bowed her head and sipped her rice. A drop of tears suddenly fell on the vegetables. Meng Fu shook hands without hesitation and prepared to swallow the smell of his own tears.

However, there was a pair of chopsticks suddenly turned out, and the chopsticks were removed.

The white man dressed in snow, Zonggongzi used his own tableware and sandwiched a few vegetables. He stood by the window and symbolically eaten. Somehow suddenly came over, it seems that he did not even discard the green vegetables and stained her chopsticks. Slowly picking up the greens and saying, "There are bugs."

Meng Fu was speechless, and then he looked at his black line and saw that he was a little unaccustomed with a chopstick dish and put it in her bowl.

"You are too fat, it is easy to eat this thin."

Meng Fu stared at the chopsticks and wild vegetables, showing a strange look, and laughed with a sigh of relief.

"Can you not be so poisonous? You can tell you badly with good intentions."

Her eyes still contain a little tears, and the surplus is swaying. The black pearl-like enamel is more of a crystal clear illuminating light, reflecting the light of this room, the frost outside the house.

Zong Yue’s chopsticks condensed in the air, then he opened his eyes and went to see the moonlight outside the window.

His eyes have a slight turmoil, and the silhouette seems to be solitary at the moment, like a bamboo polished by the autumn wind, strong and bleak.

Meng Fu looked at this mysterious and young generation of medical saints. Some of them were fascinated, thinking that although he enjoyed the honors of various countries because of his important identity, he was still lonely in his heart.

Because of loneliness, she knows her loneliness.

Meng Fu shook his mouth, grabbed a chopsticks and garnished it into his bowl, and mischievously smashed the dishes into his rice, and smirked with a bad heart. "This is good, aphrodisiac."

......

People are thick and black is invincible.

The more poisonous tongue man encounters the shameless Meng Fu Sha, but also has to bow down to the wind, when he did nothing to hear, bowed to eat, even the rice bowl is not so clean and careless.

Meng Fuyao only cares about his own meals. He did not care about the ancestral ancestors who ate his head, and his mouth was a touch of smile.

After living in a few days, Meng Fu Sha has been familiar with this family, and fell in love with this daytime with a knife and Zong Yue go out to collect medicine, come back to dinner at night to experience the calm life of the family atmosphere, the days of this Southern Xinjiang chaos, It tastes very good.

However, Meng Fu’s life was not very good. The days of calm and tranquility have not been able to enjoy for a long time. When I went out on the street, I heard a snoring sound. When I looked at the probe, I didn’t know when to hang the color cloth on several people’s doors. Residents are packing up and closing their doors, and they are going to flee.

Meng Fu swayed and looked at him. "Hey? It's like a colony." And he pointed to the colorful cloth hanging on the room. "What is this? Wanwan?"

"Little brother, don't laugh," there is a passerby whispering. "This is a sign of swearing for revenge. If there is a person who is blamed on a regular basis and needs a knot, then hang this cloth and warn the unrelated person not to visit again. This family will not be accidentally injured."

“So arrogant?” Meng Fu shook his eyes. “Isn’t it said that the Yi and the Han people lived together in these years? How can you find such a colorful cloth now?”

"The so-called harmony, you have to look at the situation," Yao Xun suddenly interface, "The Yi people are born to be a combative and proud nation, chasing freedom and hegemony in their lifetime, if they are stronger than them, they will surrender but They will not be loyal forever. As long as they have the opportunity, they will rebel and fight. In the history of the Promise, this nation has rebelled thirteen times, and it has almost been annihilated seven times. It still does not change the natural injustice in the blood. Like the Nanzhao tribe of Shangyuan, it is called by the Promise: a moving chariot."

He pointed to the color cloth and said, "This has been a place where many people live together in the past, and it looks like a shackle. But for a Yi nationality who is almost a perverted nation, a little bit of a trivial matter may become a reason for bloodshed. The Han nationality The big family, with their inherent superiority, sometimes inevitably has misconduct in words and deeds. These monks hate it, but because the imperial court is in the heart, it is the turn of the 18 tribes to rebel. They think that the time for revenge comes. It is."

Meng Fu shook his head and screamed, "What pride is not arrogant, it is completely bullying and hard." Did not care, and Zong Yue continued to go up the mountain, down the mountain in the evening, there is still a distance from the old Han family, Zong Yue suddenly walked in the foot.

Far away, the old man’s family heard the sound of crying, sharp and fierce, and then rummaging the cabinet, the human body crashed into the dull sound of tables and chairs, and the laughter screamed, the woman screamed the child’s crying sounds, The noise was too loud, and the neighbors around him listened and showed sympathy and anger. However, after anger, they hurriedly closed their doors.

The monks in the street were laughing, some people grabbed the jug of a wine shop, screamed and slammed, and sipped half of the jug on the roof of the house, laughing, "burn! Burn! ”

More people seem to be awakened by this sound, surrounded by sleeves, excited to dance, and voice.

"Boil! Burn!"

Meng Fu stood in the heart of the street, her eyes narrowed, and she saw a sudden increase in the color of the old man’s door.

If the old man’s family is so honest, he will offend the monks? Meng Fu shook a neighbor who sneaked into the street and asked, "What happened?"

"The big boy in his family, who was hit by a monk at the market three years ago, screamed at someone's 'selling goods'! This is good, people come to take revenge." Neighbors sneaky and finished, quickly break free She ran away, leaving Meng Fu to scream, "Rely, is this the reason for the revenge of the Burner?"

"It seems that the monks in this city can't hold back and want to make trouble." Zong Yue came over and stood on her side. "You haven't hurt yet, don't intervene. If his family is burned, let's help with the silver." Looking for a place to live is that there is a lot of people in this city, and there is no provoke of the cause, you don’t want to cause trouble."

Meng Fu shakes a deep breath, clenches his fists, and reluctantly presses the impulse to shoot his own. The races of the past have long been far-reaching. It is a difficult problem that has been difficult to solve in the past dynasties. When she is familiar with history, how can she not know it? The general trend of war, personal temperament sometimes does not play, it is not necessary to impulsively save people, but if you anger the whole city, you will make troubles, and you will be more afraid of death.

Tightening the knife's hand, she stepped back, the child couldn't stop looking back, the lip line was very tight, and there was a kind of fanatical excitement in her eyes. Meng Fu looked down at her eyes and frowned. " Knife?"

The knife turned his head and the scorpion was bright and demon. She said clearly, "The kill."

Meng Fu shakes a sigh, stops, and asks a little unbelievable, "Who should kill?"

The little knifeman pointed to the old man’s house and said, "All killed."

Her words are extremely clear, and there is a kind of murderousness that does not belong to this age. It sounds like a steel nail slowly nailed into a black coffin, **** and hard.

Yao Xun said, "What kind of doll is this..."

Zong Yue suddenly fainted a knife, and if he looked thoughtfully, he said, "Is it?"

He smiled a little warmly on his lips and reached for the shoulder of the knife.

The child looked at him unclear, watching his temperament clean and bright, calm and gentle, and reached out.

The slender and clean hand was suddenly held by another pair of hands that quickly reached out. Meng Fu shook his hand and raised his eyebrows, looking directly at Zong Yue.

"But a word is lost, and sin does not die."

"Speaking for the heart," Zong Yue did not give in. "This child is too dangerous."

His words are simple, but his eyes are clear and there is content. Meng Fu shook his eyes and only felt that his heart suddenly became tight. She clearly read the words "too dangerous to stay with you" in that look.

This poisonous tongue man actually had this concern. Meng Fuyao moved for a second, but his hand did not let it go. He only looked up at him.

The white sleeves sank down, and Meng Fu’s hand stopped in the air. The forehead was slightly sweaty, but it was motionless. One word said, “At the very least, she is now without the power of the chicken. She still I can't do a child."

"You just let me do it." Zong Yue looked at her, and looked like cold. "You are strong and intelligent, killing and cutting, the only flaw is the good heart, just like that, if not seeing that. Qiaoling has been trapped in Guofu for your reasons. Why do you have to take risks to save if you know that there is a scam? In this continent of Wuzhou, you are so soft, how to survive?"

Meng Fu shakes the silence, half awkwardly. "If you don't do something, you must do it, but for this reason, you have no regrets."

The long street is silent, the girl's posture is straight, the long wind passes from her hair, and the voice of the voice is spread farther away. Those who belong to the blood are obsessed with the conviction of the faith, and again and again like a cone Break through the cold customs of the world, through the bright sky.

Zong Yue's white sleeves seemed to be slightly shocked. He stared at Meng Fu, his eyes glazed like a glass of light, half a smile, and retracted his hand. "But I hope you will regret it one day."

Meng Fu shook his hand and plucked his hair. Looking back at the knives that had been silently watching them, he smiled. "I believe that human nature is good. I believe that the human nature of this goodness goes awkwardly because of the fate of the fate, but in the end there will be opportunities. Being led back to the bright future, if we don’t give them a chance, just use killing as the only means to solve the problem, then it will be our own.

Her heroic hand reaches for a slap, and laughs. "Reassured, I am not the kind of person who is not willing to kill. If I kill, I will never let go."

"One never let go!"

As if echoing her words, suddenly there was a loud noise behind her, a group of men screaming, accompanied by a woman's screaming.

"Don't move my child!"

After a loud bang, suddenly flew over a door panel, and fell heavily on the street, causing dust in the sky, almost smashing a knife, Meng Fu shakes his hand and stretches her to a safe place, and turns back to see half of the door slanted in the doorway Like the mouth of a black hole with missing teeth, the old man who climbed out of the clothes and blood in the doorway, moved hard, and tried to climb the threshold again and again, but again and again because of lack of strength, and followed by a group of optimistic dramas. The monks looked at the cold arms.

A squatter with a height of two feet, close to the lips, and a machete, the blood on the scimitar, **** lines on the ground, like a snake, he step by step behind the woman on the ground, In each step, the scimitar in the hand is gently picked, and the clothes on the woman are slammed.

The pieces of clothes, such as butterflies, are constantly flying. As the woman struggles, the clothes on her body are more and more broken, and the exposed skin is getting more and more. The little sparkle of the snow is on the ground. The clothes and blood, the original pulsating contrasts, ignited the wild eyes of the beast man like a fire.

The old man’s wife’s abdomen is high and the child’s belly is full. She is desperately protecting her belly. She crawls **** the ground. She is afraid of hurting the child. She dare not climb face down. Move.

The monks are not eager to follow, one step at a time, a knife and a broken cloth.

Only a moment later, the woman's clothes were broken, and I could see the bare belly on the bare belly because of the late pregnancy.

The monk laughed loudly. "Hu Bendao, you look, your wife and your little sister-in-law will be picked up by me who accidentally hit your daughter-in-law!"

The monk smiled contemptuously, and the knife flashed, picking the woman's belly.

The neighboring people on all sides, face the unbearable color, turned their heads in sigh.

The old man and his son, who were held tightly by the rest of the monks, shouted and screamed, "Circle!", the sound broke through the clouds, and the echoes of grief and indignation surged on the silent sides.

The knife is smashing, the murderousness is full of mercy, and the thin belly is already overwhelmed. It seems to be split under the blade, in exchange for the tragic ending of one corpse and two lives.

"Hey!"

The very fine micro-sounds are very clear in the silence of the breath, and then the clear and sharp road of one person:

"Don't be a man, bullying a pregnant woman at the street, is this the pride and nobleness of your Dai?"

Self-lined mortal, the woman who had already been guilty of cracking only felt that the knives of the face suddenly stopped, and then itchy on the face. When she opened her eyes, she saw her hair cut off by the knife and was sweeping across the cheeks.

She raised her eyes and saw a pair of white and powerful fingers in front of her, pinching the tip of the knife that was only a few millimeters from the abdomen.

The street was silent, staring at the fingers, the finger was understated and pinched at the tip of the sultry knife. The long knife cast by the steel could no longer sink a point, and the scorpion forced the knife down. He groaned, but the knife did not move. He stunned his eyes and lifted his fingers, and he saw the opposite side, his eyes coldly watching the thin teenager of his twilight clothes.

That is naturally Meng Fu Sha.

If you don’t do anything, you have to do something, you have to bear it, you can’t bear it.

Some things, after all, have a limit. If she can let this murderous monk smash the belly of the leaping life on the long street, she is not Meng Fu.

In the eyes of the horror and the fierce eyes, Meng Fu suddenly took a deep breath and shouted, "Take you!"

With a bang, she smashed the tip of the scorpion, and threw the broken knife tip back, and a scream screamed, and a monk who was approaching her with a knife immediately screamed and fell. Going out, the broken knife is inserted in the back of the hand.

"Gerhi is on the top! Where is the looking for a dead kid!" The tall scorpion who was robbed by the knife screamed, and the unarmed fist rushed up, and the boxing violently was actually a trainer.

It is a pity that when I met Meng Fu, it was useless to have a bunch of such trainers.

Meng Fu shook sneer and took a step.

Only one step.

This step just stepped on the knife handle of the half-knife that fell on the ground. The knife was tilted up, and the knife swung out and flew out. It just greeted the big fist. The monk hurriedly shrank hands and shook hands to bring the airflow. The knife was also rolled in the direction of the roll, and a tumbling slammed his nose.

Look at the sputum, the nosebleeds and the forehead are bruised, and the colorful cockroaches recede.

Zong Yue has been standing silently. When he saw that Meng Fu had not shaken his hands, he would clean up the people. His eyes were swept through a trace of appreciation. Meng Fu Sha not only learned the extraordinary methods, but also had a high degree of understanding. Although he still can't be top-notch, One day, the location of the peak of the Wuzhou continental martial arts will be hers.

Repelling the monks, Meng Fu shook and turned to help the old man and wife, took a picture of her pulse, knowing that the fetus was innocent, nodded with relief, said, "Your home can not live, the Promise country has a home without a home. Going to the guardian's hall of the suffering people, you go to the county magistrate to seek shelter."

The woman raised a face that was not sure of tears, and choked, "Thank you..."

The old man and his son rushed over and rolled up, and his face was filled with tears to help his wife, and the grateful pilgrimage to the Meng dynasty, secretly glad that he was well received, and saved his life at the crucial moment.

Meng Fu swinged his hand and turned to look at Zong Yue. "You go first, I will send them to the guardian."

Zong Yue’s eyes showed strange expressions, but he said nothing. He just stood still. Meng Fu shook him. He just wanted to go. He heard the wind swaying behind him. Meng Fu shook his head and did not return. The long legs in the sun draw a beautiful arc that transcends the flexibility limit of the human body, and slammed into the chest of the sneak attacker.

"what!"

The large body of the coming man was kicked out in a straight line by this seemingly flicking foot. He landed heavily and made a scream of shocking sky. The body twisted a bit on the ground and did not move.

For a long while, the scarlet blood flowing out of his body gradually distorted into a pool, and the **** suffocation immediately broke into the nose of everyone.

"Killing!"

An exclamation exclaimed Meng Fu, who had already walked away, in the same place. When she turned her head, she saw that the tall monk was already lying in a pool of blood. Meng Fu shook and slammed him over and saw that he was half cut off under him. The knife, which was previously crushed by himself and inserted into the back of another person’s hand, was then pulled out by the man and thrown on the ground. It looked like he had just kicked the guy to the broken knife and sent him. Life.

wrong.

Meng Fu shook the knife and looked at the knife. She remembered that she had inserted the knife into the back of the man. The man pulled the knife and threw it on the ground. Now it is erected. Who moved the knife? position?

She looked up and saw a figure rushing into the crowd.

Meng Fu shakes the body to chase, but there are more people coming in. The monks who followed the revenge suddenly became mad, waving a long knife and rushing over, yelling, "killing! He killed the Hanmu post. !"

"Catch him! Grab him!"

Countless erected long knives reflect the sunlight, like a snow-like spring water splashing over, the springs rushing, crazy and chaotic, wanting to drown the thin teenager in the middle of the crowd.

The screams spread farther away, and they penetrated the streets with great penetrating power.

The Han people around the area were also flustered. At home, they quickly closed the door and warned each other. "You must not go out, you have to make a big deal!"

People on the street, close to Meng Fu Sha, quickly jumped out and loudly affirmed, "I don't know him! I don't know!"

Some people, while retreating, picked up their sleeves and yelled at the angry monks. "My brothers, this kid violated the dignity of the gods, killing the brothers, and we can’t see them, let’s Go to the county magistrate..."

The streets were noisy, and suddenly it became a pot of porridge.

Meng Fu shook the body of the monk back to the ground, sneer, "All beings! All beings!"

Zong Yue stood behind her and said, "You are not sighing the time of all beings. What you need to do is not to further intensify the situation."

He said that he was understated, but Meng Fu shook his eyes.

The situation will not be intensified, and the news that the monks will not be killed will lead to riots in the whole city, leading to more deaths. The only thing to do is to kill all the monks present!

The wind and thunder are faint, and the gang will start. Once the vast majority of the monks in the city are rioting, waiting for the Yaocheng people will be a catastrophe!

Thinking about the consequences, Meng Fu’s eyes changed, and the bottom of her eyes gradually floated like a net of blood, and she looked up.

The screaming rushing rushed to the knife and rushed to the knife. Even if I saw the thin teenager on the opposite side, my eyes became extremely scary in a moment. If I was just a sharp knife with a scabbard, the knife was now bloody. Killing people has become a killer that can really kill people!

That kind of look, let them see the determination... and death!

The man who started the head met with such a gaze, and when he had no reason, he felt a sudden collision in his heart. He shouted back and shouted backwards. He retreated suddenly. The people behind him were still slamming their heads and suddenly slammed together. Caused a burst of dissatisfaction.

The snoring was not completed, and Meng Fu’s shaking suddenly moved.

She glanced at her robes and suddenly rushed out like a cannonball.

The figure was struck too fast in midair, pulling out a long line like a black cannonball. Almost at the moment when the black figure had just taken in the crowd, Meng Fu Sha had already rushed to the center of the crowd, and then pulled the knife without saying anything.

"choke!"

The knife light shines like a white rainbow in the light sunshine, and only one glimpse will reach the top of everyone's head. The knife light covers the sunlight, and the water is poured under the cover!

Sting, poke, lick, lick!

Get up, elbows, kicks, and swear!

The contact between the human body and the human body is as short as a spark, and when it is touched, the blood of the big canopy blooms. The blood flower here is just blooming, the rubbing there happens again, and the moment is another. Fluffy blood.

Meng Fu shakes into the crowd like a twilight hurricane, walking through the long knives and muscles of the fortress, wherever it passes, bringing out the **** rain around, she is as fast as the knife, harvesting life and harvesting Straw is as simple as that.

When it is broken, it will be countered, and at the moment of the killing, Meng Fu Sha will not hesitate to give himself time.

This is a silent slaughter. Meng Fu shakes every knife and hands to point the other side of the hole, so as not to scream to the outside of the alley to attract more people, the knife is constantly getting into the meat and then pulling out the sound of dull but horrified, a The corpse fell silently. This silent death will only make people more horrified. After the thirteenth person was cut off the straw, everyone stopped and the knife pulled back and escaped. Staying in the same place, the sleeves are going to help shake the legs, the crotch appears suspiciously wet, the sneak eyes are removed from the door seams, and the soft back is attached to the door panel. They are all cold and cold.

Meng Fu has never killed so many people since he was born again. He has never killed like this, but he is not soft. As a passerby, she does not clearly distinguish her ethnicity, but she knows that the woman’s benevolence is not applicable. In the chaos of the world, killing and killing is sometimes the only way to reverse the overall situation. She is not afraid of the outflow of a small amount of blood to stop the gunpowder-like Yaocheng from being detonated by the fires that the people have provoked, preventing the chaos and blood flow of Yaocheng. The ending of rafting.

Seeing that there were three other monks who were finally going to flee, Meng Fu shook his legs and rolled them over the heads of the clouds, falling in front of them, grabbing the knife in front of him and throwing his backhand.

The knife is like a twist, and the three squatters who fled in the same direction are nailed into the ground. The last one is hit by a giant force and detached from the blade. After swaying, it is washed a few steps, and it falls to a ditch next to the street. The blood will be half a section. Ditch dyed red.

More than half a ditch, the entire section of the street, the blood has flowed into a ditch, slowly flowing through the blue stone pavement, like countless giant snakes in the twisting and creeping.

People who are full of clay sculptures, who are stiff and do not know how to move, Meng Fu shakes one person in a pool of blood, looking up, sighing to the sky.

After sighing and rubbing her hands on the clothes, she cherished her sword. She usually used three kinds of weapons. The small dagger was hidden in the elbow or sleeve, which was convenient for sneak attack or self-defense. The long whip was used at the waist to escape or The enemy who didn't want to kill was only the knife. She was behind her. It was used for the second time in many years to kill people in large quantities.

The name of the knife is "弑天". When the old Taoist priest passed it to her, she looked cautious and said that there was a great secret in the knife. However, Meng Fuyao never found out what the secret was. However, the knife is indeed a great thing, and the sharpness is like The first-class killer's eyes on the enemy.

She looked up at the sky, not knowing when the sun had faded, and a layer of fish scales.

Behind him, Yao Xun and Zong Yue’s men, who had been blocking the attention of the people passing by in the alley, sighed and smeared the cold sweat that oozes out because of this shocking killing. Seeing Meng Fu’s eyes are different, the old man A family has long been unable to speak in the ground.

Only though he did not intervene, he has been standing in the most important back position of Meng Fu, and the Zong Yue, who has intentional or unintentional rushing, is as calm as before, and even smiles slightly. "It is time for me to come in handy."

He stepped forward, took out a small bottle, sprinkled on each body, and the wounds immediately expanded, giving the sound of burning in the flesh, the flesh and blood gradually melted, the bones gradually softened, and finally turned into a finely divided bone. When the wind blows, it will drift between the heavens and the earth.

All traces and existence of a person in this world are eliminated between the fingers.

The old man rushed over, and the eager 拽宗越和孟扶摇, "Come on, go quickly, the monks often wander outside, there are people coming over!"

Meng Fu shakes up the old man's wife and said, "These people are missing, and their companions will find you at home. You must go with me."

She hurried away, Zong Yue wanted to keep it. After reading these corpses, they all went away. Suddenly, their eyebrows were wrinkled and their faces were white. He reached out and stroked his heart, and the subordinates who waited for him quickly came up and took him away. .

When the makers of the killings all left, the talents in the alleys woke up from the shock as they woke up, and they looked at each other with miserable faces, and they all saw deep fear in the eyes of the other side, but the eyes disappeared. Open, everyone wiped the blood stains on the body, walked away silently, went home, tied the bolt tightly, and used the top stone on top.

Although they have an intuitive approach to avoiding harm before the threat of life, at this time, they will consciously maintain the situation caused by Meng Fu Sha, and they are all prepared to be silent, and permanently bury this afternoon’s things in their hearts until The crisis has really passed.

Has the crisis really passed?

The dim sunset fell, and the dark moon rose.

The moon tonight is covered with a layer of fog, and the vagueness can't be seen clearly. Those streets, trails, trees, and buildings are covered in a gray flowing fog.

The ditch in the alley, the blood that had previously floated in the water has faded, the surface of the water reflects a layer of bright light, and the dark grasses are next to the ditch, the shape is a bit weird.

The "corpse" that was swaying in the ditch and was finally swayed by Meng Fu suddenly moved.