Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 7: Devil in the body
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The smoke is gone, but the place has been changed. This is a secluded mountain valley, and a carriage is waiting in the shaded forest.
The faint smoke is also gradually closing, revealing a thin old man in yellow clothes, unusually thin, like a bone frame supporting human skin, and a pair of snake eyes on the high cheekbones. Brown, when I look at people, I look like squinting, and my eyes are evil, which makes people uncomfortable.
He smiled happily, looked at Meng Fuyao, and said, “Women…women are too ugly to see.”
Yan Jingchen smiled reluctantly, and hugged Meng Fuyao with his head down and hurried into the car. Before he could sit still, the old man in yellow also floated up, sitting next to Yan Jingchen, and put his hands on him. He put it on his lap.
Yan Jingchen stiffened, and the yellow-clothed old man immediately noticed it, and turned his head to test and test, “Why? With this woman, he immediately disliked the master? What did you say? I knew you were like this. I killed her.”
“Master said and laughed.” Yan Jingchen immediately raised his head and smiled, and said, “How could it…but I was afraid that the coachman would see…” He said that afterwards, his voice became lower, but he moved towards the yellow-clothed old man. .
The yellow-clothed old man smiled in satisfaction, reached out and patted his hand, but didn’t let go, grabbed it and rubbed it slowly in his palm, and said, “This is good…Look how much I love you, Master. If you want this woman, I will do it for you if I am not happy. How do you repay me?”
This is the second time he asked to repay him. Yan Jingchen didn’t dare not answer again. He smiled reluctantly and lowered his eyelashes. “The master has the kindness to recreate the disciple, and the disciple… everything is the master’s. ……”
The yellow-robed old man laughed again, seeming to be very satisfied with the answer, and approached Yan Jingchen’s ear intimately, and whispered quietly, “At night…at night…the poor…”
He stroked Yan Jingchen’s face, smiled overjoyed, and said, “I don’t like women’s breath, I’ll go back first.”
Yan Jingchen leaned back, “Yes, please.”
The figure of the yellow-clothed old man flashed, and Yan Jingchen’s tight shoulders were slightly relaxed. He stared at the direction where the yellow-clothed old man disappeared, and suddenly grabbed one of the towels and wiped it desperately. He wiped his face so hard that the skin on his face was almost scratched, showing a faint bloodshot.
Feeling the fiery pain, Yan Jingchen, who was wiping his face frantically, seemed to be surprised that his hands were heavy. He quickly put down his towel, touched his face, after thinking about it, he took out a box of muscle-generating and scattered children from his arms carefully. Apply it thinly on the wound.
Don’t leave any traces, otherwise the suspicious old guy will find out another endless questioning, and then…
His hand that applied the medicine gradually stopped, his face gradually pale, his breathing gradually became short, some unbearable scenes that could not be faced, those pale and bright red, those decadent breaths and endless toss and turns, Those struggling in the glamorous white days and painful nights.
Those surging things hit him even his internal organs seemed to be shaking, bursts of unbearable pain.
Yan Jingchen sat in a daze, the light and shadow of the daylight were cut into pieces by the car curtain, and it fell mottled on his pale face, blurring the reflections, his hand finally fell slowly, falling on Meng Fuyao’s peaceful face. on.
He stroked Meng Fu’s eyebrows, eyes with long eyelashes, and lips with beautiful lip lines. He stroked them carefully and attentively, as if he wanted to use his fingers to penetrate deeply into this long-lost face. Bottom of my heart.
Shuyao, when you are running in the Seven Kingdoms, when you are making achievements in Wuji, and when you are gradually embracing the stage of the Seven Kingdoms and moving the world, have you ever imagined that there is someone who wants to catch up with you? In order to get you desperately, he… also gave up everything?
Be willing to fall, sacrifice to the devil, and there will be no redemption in this life.
The carriage is swaying slightly, the bamboo curtain is rustling, and the bright green color seems to have a bit of greenery in the mountains and forests. It is clean and clean, born in natural water and soil, enjoying the sun and rain. , But that kind of cleanness and cleanliness, I can no longer have this life.
Yan Jingchen smiled slightly.
The young leader, thunderous famous tactics, swept across Shangyuan, famous all over the world.
Those glorious deeds and titles.
Who can see the abandonment and struggle behind?
He laughed, laughed presumptuously, silently and nearly crazy.
In such a broken smile, a drop of tears gradually rolled down, dripping on Meng Fu’s cheek.
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Yan Jingchen does not live in the hall arranged by Tiansha for the warriors to participate in the Zhenwu Conference. He lives in the separate industry of King Heng and Beiheng. Zhan Beiheng and Xuanyuanjian faction have made good relations. Since the introduction of the new head of Yan Jingchen, he changed his name to Xuan Yuanzong and was jointly controlled by the Yan family. Zhanbei Heng has always been able to communicate with the nobles and warriors of various countries. People such as the Yan family’s couple are all his contacts.
Yan Jingchen entered through the back door and went directly to a cellar where items were stored. Before going down, he asked the servant next to him, “Where is the madam?”
The young man replied, “The lady came back after the martial arts contest, and was invited by Princess Heng to enjoy the flowers.” He said, “Mr. Sang told me that you will see him when you come back.”
Yan Jingchen’s fingers stiffened, and after a long time he said “um”, and went down to the cellar. The cellar was dimly lit, but the furnishings were exquisite. The tables, chairs, and bed were complete. Yan Jingchen put down Meng Fuyao and took her away. Throwing his dagger aside, he took out a black chain from her sleeve, locked her wrist on the bedpost, and looked at it for a long while, before gritting her teeth and hurried away.
In the front yard, the candle shadow in the elegant room was red, and the yellow-clothed old man poured himself a drink, took a few sips, and glanced out the window with a wicked look.
Yan Jingchen hurried over, saw the figure on the window, paused, stomped for a while, and opened the door to enter.
The night is quiet, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the wind slowly intersperses through the forest, disturbing Konoha softly, as if trapped in the night to resist the entangled Shenyin, the lotus leaf is half-rolled in the pond, and occasionally water drops come from The smooth green cover leaned over, and rolled down the center of the pool like pearls.
Behind the curtain half-hidden, the beads of sweat also quietly rolled off the jade-like skin, suppressing the low gasp, and the thin hand stretched out between the messy bed, the owner of the hand spewed out stinky and rotten, belonging The unpleasant breath of those who are dying.
On weekdays, this kind of breath is not the first time I have endured, but today, it seems that because the woman is close at hand, I feel a little bit desolate and humiliated. The disgust is a little bit more, and I can’t help Wei Wei One let.
It’s just a slight handicap, but the nail is long.
The old man has already noticed that his fingers suddenly stopped, stopped in the air, and measured for a while, “It seems that the old man still helped wrong.”
“Master!” Yan Jingchen panicked, wrapped in the bedding and leaned over, “It’s not what you think, Tuer… Tuer is just a little uncomfortable…”
“Really?” The old man looked at him indifferently, stretched out his hand and pressed him down, “Since it’s uncomfortable, then rest.” He put on his clothes and got up.
Yan Jingchen avoided his eyes, did not look at his clothes, half propped up to see the old man’s back, and said for a long while, “It’s night…Where are you going?”
The old man looked back and smiled a little weirdly, “I’m not having fun, go and turn off the fire.”
Yan Jingchen’s face changed drastically, Huo Ran sat up, knelt over on the bed, and pulled his tunic, “Master…the disciple is already healed…you, you still…”
“Where did you think of it,” the yellow-clothed old man smiled amiably, covered him with a quilt, and said, “Take a good rest. No one can exhaust you when you are tired. You are my precious disciple, Zhenwu Conference In the finals, all the disciples of Wuyin Xinghuiyun Hunyuepo participated, and you have to give me strength. The difference between the old man back then was at the hands of Wuyin Xinghui, and he fell at the end of the top ten. I haven’t swallowed this breath for decades, and now I’m counting on you to earn my face back.”
“The disciple…will definitely live up to the master’s expectations.” Yan Jingchen lowered his head and replied in a bitter manner.
“That’s right.” Yansha laughed and turned to leave. Yan Jingchen looked at him from behind, stunned on the bed with the bedding in his hands, slowly tightening.
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Smoke Killing walked fast all the way, and went straight to the cellar. The guards at the gate of the cellar saw him not daring to say anything, they all bowed their heads and walked away. Smoke killed the cellar and walked to the bed, looking unconscious. Meng Fuyao showed a weird smile for a long while.
He watched Meng Fuyao quietly, his eyes flickering with yellow light, and light gray smoke gradually rose up around him, covering his figure as if nothing.
“Is this such a woman?” Yan Sha murmured, “It’s just that she is younger.”
He Jiejie sneered, and said, “Kill you, the kid will feel at ease.”
The fingers stretched out, the five finger nails are like claws, the edges are black and the middle is slightly yellow, and the smoke of the fingertips is lingering, straight out to Meng Fu and shake his throat!
The room is full and cool, and the smoke diffuses quickly, murderously.
“See–“
The fingertips suddenly stopped at a distance from Meng Fushao’s throat, and the air was suffocated for an instant. Yansha’s skinny and skeleton face did not change, and he said slowly, “You really followed Here comes…”
He has a long tone of voice, with inexplicable disappointment. Yan Jingchen’s expression changed after hearing the adornment. He threw himself to the ground and knelt down, saying hurriedly, “Master, everything is wrong. It has nothing to do with her… It has nothing to do with her.”
“You are really a hard-hearted child,” Yansha turned around and looked at him coldly, “Can’t you see that people are not interested in you? Are you worth it?”
“Master… She was hurt by me…” Yan Jingchen lowered her head, “I despise her and hurt her pride. She is a bright woman who hates me if she doesn’t love it. It is right to hate me, as long as I explained to her clearly, she…will forgive me.”
Yan Sha Shen looked at him, and said for a long while, “Chi’er, Chi’er, why should I have known it today?”
Yan Jingchen squeezed his hands on the ground, his thin back trembling slightly, and said in a low voice, “Yes, I regretted it at the time. I thought I could let it go, but when I let it go, I knew I was wrong.” /
“Jing Chen, you said this to me, are you afraid that I am upset?” Yan Sha took back his hand and stared at Yan Jingchen Sen Ran, “I thought you just wanted to have fun, but I didn’t want you to have deep roots… …Jingchen, you are my person, how can someone who I kill with smoke have two hearts?”
“Master!” Yan Jingchen suddenly raised his head and exclaimed.
Yan Sha stared at him, the snake eyes flickered coldly, and said coldly, “Jing Chen, I am not happy, I am not happy anymore.”
Yan Jingchen crawled over tremblingly, hugging Yansha’s leg, “Master…I was wrong…please…please…”
Yan Sha looked down at him, without any expression in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, “After all, I feel sorry for you, but there must be a limit to my heartache, otherwise you will be more measured.” He laughed suddenly. Pointing to Meng Fuyao, said, “Don’t you want her? Then I feel sorry for you again, you go to her, and after you finish, kill her!”
“Master!”
“This is my last concession, woman, hasn’t it been obtained after you have been to her? You have been to her, and you have been a wish. After that, you can’t have any more thoughts, if you refuse,” Yan Sha sneered, “The old man said that he had no choice but to reluctantly once, taste the taste of a woman’s broken melon, and then send her to the underworld.”
The room fell silent again, high and low breathing sounded, long and thick smoke killed, calm and soothing was Meng Fuyao who didn’t know his own destiny was decided in an instant, and what was hurriedly was Yan Jing who was facing a choice. Dusty.
“The old man has limited patience, I will give you a half-pillar of incense to decide the hour.” Smoke flicked, and the freshly lit incense in the copper incense burner was cut in half.
The atmosphere in the cellar is dull, and the smoke surrounding the side of the smoke makes him look deep and ghostly. He stands with his hand in a sneer, and every breath is exhaled, the light and shadow in the room will be turbulent.
There are three lines of incense smoke, and the small red light is extinguished in the incense burner, like the mysterious blinking ghost eyes.
Yan Jingchen knelt on the ground, fingers tightly on the green brick floor, staring at the half of the incense, sweat dripping down his head, dripping to the ground, crackling.
The incense sticks are getting shorter, and Yansha’s sneer becomes stronger.
Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth suddenly, and Huo Ran got up from the ground and went straight to Meng Fuyao.
Yan Sha showed a satisfied smile. He stepped back and sat down with Erlang’s legs crossed, looking like he was going to appreciate the live erotica.
Yan Jingchen stopped in front of the bed and slowly leaned down. The girl in front of her could still see a beautiful face despite her changes, calm and serene, her chest undulating slightly, as if she was making waves Not surprised by the beautiful dreams.
Yan Jingchen looked at her deeply, like watching a feast of unprepared participation separated by a crystal barrier, or a picture scroll of an ancient man with a prosperous time of writing.
Beautiful, dazzling, infinitely admirable but never close.
He was silent, slowly rubbing Meng Fuyao’s face, neck, wrists…
Behind him, Yan Sha suddenly said coldly, “Are you going to touch her until dawn?”
Yan Jingchen stiffened his hands, straightened up, and began to undress.
Yan Sha looked at with a smile, admiring the beautiful body of his lover gradually peeling off, admiring the condensed and powerful lines.
However, his smile suddenly condensed between his lips, and he shouted angrily, “Be careful!”
Suddenly rise, the smoke of your fingertips!
“Boom!”
On the bed, Meng Fuyao, who had been sleeping peacefully, suddenly jumped up, raised his head and shot angrily, squeezing the wrist locked on the bedpost!
The bedpost and half of the head of the bed were pulled up by Julisheng, carrying the violent whistling wind and the murderous aura that he never hesitated to slap out!
“Bang–“
“See–“
The moment she waved her bedpost, the wind of the smoke killer arrived, and the two strengths collided, and there was another loud noise. The waist-thick bedpost was shattered, and the wood dust splashed high and flew over. In the dust, people’s faces fell again.
Yan Jingchen, who was **** in front of the bed, was at the junction of two huge forces, one to kill and the other to rescue. Unexpectedly, he spouted a mouthful of blood and fell backward.
Meng Fuyao jumped up, and the chain that had been detached from the bedpost was still tied to her wrist. Without a word, the chain flicked with silver light, and she immediately pulled off the cover of Yan Jingchen.
Yan Sha was approaching, and he caught the unconscious Yan Jingchen back as soon as he probed his claws, and threw it back, his body fluttered, and he stopped in front of Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao stood on the bed, shaking his chains in his hands, and said coldly, “Damn, a pair of disgusting men!”
Yansha’s deep snake eyes stared at her, a blue light faded in his eyes, and his voice became colder, “You are impatient for life.”
Meng Fuyao stepped out of the bed, stretched out his hand to grab his dagger, squeezed it in his palm, and said, “Small kill, right? It’s a waste of such an artistic name. You should be called castration.”
“The baby is daring,” Yansha still said ugly Jijie laughter, “give you the whole body.”
“The old dog is wretched,” Meng Fuyao also smiled, “dismember the body with a messy knife.”
The two were laughing, smiling and laughing, and suddenly they bumped into each other!
A smoke, a gust of wind!
Smoke Killing’s figure is a yellowish ribbon of cigarettes, trembling in the darkly lit cellar, seemingly soft as if nothing is moving, but wherever the ribbon passes, the tables and chairs split silently. The veil was scattered into debris, and even the plaster on the wall could not help peeling off. It is conceivable that if the smoke was close to the human body, it would be hurt.
The smoke killer doesn’t even need to move the arm. You only need to control the breathing to bring the smoke like an arm’s finger, and its agility is another level.
Meng Fuyao’s figure is a wind, a fierce and dark wind, what else can blow away the dense smoke? That is the wind!
She rushed over as if she was about to pounce her head and feet into the smoke to kill her. The wind not only blew away the plaster again, but even turned the tables and chairs. Due to the rapid rush, her boots rubbed against the ground and made a long “squeak–“, the sound was not exhausted, she was already in front of the smoke behind the smoke.
The light of the knife flashed, black and bright, and the lightning between the clouds above the nine days pierced the chest with smoke.
Small kills “Hey” and said, “You are the windy——” He said halfway, Meng Fu shook his dagger, the silver glittered, and the room suddenly brightened, as if a new moon was born. , It is the gentle and soft moonlight.
Yan Sha’s eyes widened, and he squatted, “You are from Yue Po-“
He was shocked twice, and immediately realized that Meng Fuyao’s dagger was faster than he imagined. In an instant, he rushed to his eyes and hurriedly avoided, but he heard a “chuck” sound. There was a long gap, and then I heard Meng Fuyao laugh, she didn’t stop in the laughter, she twisted her body again and then retreated with lightning, rushing to Yan Jingchen, and the chain in her hand flicked again.
Small Kill has not passed from the shock just now. I don’t understand how Meng Fuyao suddenly remembered to kill Yan Jingchen during the battle, so he subconsciously rushed over. Who knew that Meng Fuyao was a false move. He was a baby. The apprentice must come to rescue, the chain flicked away and flew out, the trajectory of the silver light was still moving in front of Yan Jingchen, she had already rushed to the entrance of the cellar.
Fighting with Yansha this pervert, quickly run away.
When she ran to Yan Jingchen’s place just now, she sprinkled a little bit of irrelevant powder. It was a kind of pollen that Master Yuanbao had recently become obsessed with. The adult was obsessed with aromatherapy recently, and she often smoked herself with a scent, and left it behind. A little bit was in Meng Fuyao’s sleeves. At this time, Meng Fuyao was too late to take out the remaining poison from his arms. He tore the sleeves in midair, and the powder fluttered all over Yan Jingchen.
Yan Sha rushed over, seeing the powder complexion changed, and hurried to take advantage of Yan Jingchen’s pulse, Meng Fuyao took this opportunity to rush out of the cellar, kicked twice under the Xuan Yuanzong gate, who was guarding at the mouth of the cellar. Rushed out.
In this charge, I ran into a person.
What I smelled at the end of my nose was the strong and noble scent of peony, and the smooth and delicate bright soft satin rubbed on my forehead.
It’s true that there are encounters everywhere in life.
Meng Fuyao was still buried in the fragrant arms of others. Before he could raise his head, he was a sword aside.
The black light disappears as soon as it shines.
“哧”
Blood spattered like streamers, flying out in the night.
Pei Yuan supported her ribs, staggered back out, the blood on the red clothes was stained.
Meng Fuyao shook his head unfortunately. Damn, Pei Yuan really entered the country. In this state of being caught off guard, he could turn around and avoid the vital point in an instant, blinding himself with the sword of Lengzi.
She didn’t kill with a single blow, and didn’t stop. She had already stepped on Pei Yuan’s head in the ups and downs of her body, straight across the backyard and over the wall.
Her series of violent uprisings, wounding, fighting smoke, attacking Yan Jingchen, finding gaps and escaping from the cellar, hitting Pei Yuan and fleeing, almost happened at the same time, that is, ordinary people blinked. Within a few eyes, she had already rushed out of the Heng Palace.
Besides the Heng Palace, passing through a few deep alleys is where the lively residential gatherings are. Meng Fuyao, who is as fast as a streamer, quickly passes through those alleys.
The alleys are dark and narrow, and Meng Fuyao’s clothes are rustling with the wind, constantly breaking through the darkness and fog in the night.
And the bustling downtown of Center Street is just ahead, as long as you rush there, no matter how perverted Yansha is, you can’t kill people in the street.
The mist in front of me suddenly seemed thicker.
It’s not so much fog, it’s more like smoke, thick, awkward, light yellow and light gray smoke.
Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped and had to change direction when he turned over, but that direction was still the same smoke.
Smoke is still chasing after him.
Meng Fuyao has suffered from his loss, knowing that this person’s skill is weird, it is probably the kind of silently locking people’s meridians, so she dare not stand still as before when she talked to Yan Jingchen, but not Stopped and flew over, the whole body was full of energy, trying to find a breakthrough in the ubiquitous smoke belt.
The sound of smoke killing, but from behind the layers of smoke, it is difficult to distinguish the distance.
“The girl is amazing,” his voice drifted like waves, making Meng Fuyao unable to discern his position, “You actually have the true energy of Fengyuebao in your body, and there are even some top-notch I haven’t seen. Gongfa…who is your master?”
“Why should I tell you?” Meng Fuyao smiled, “I am not your mother, I have the duty to answer questions for you.”
The smoke swept back and forth suddenly, and it seemed that a person was irritated with a thick breath. Meng Fuyao’s eyes flashed and he rushed over.
She had long seen that the smoke of Yansha was controlled by breathing, so angering him is the only way to find out his weakness, so how vicious it has been, the old guy did not intend to keep her alive anyway.
She was in the air, and the dagger had reached the gap in the smoke just now, and she gave it a hard hit!
“Junior cunning!” As soon as the smoke dissipated, a smoky figure appeared. The old man flicked his sleeves, and the vigor rolled in, forcing Meng Fuyao’s figure to slip, instantly slipping by three feet.
She slid away completely with this slip, as if riding on the moonlight and riding the wind, flying clouds and flowing water back into a straight line, as if she hadn’t seen the wall behind her, and hit her with a bang. With a loud crash, a hole was hit in the wall, and Meng Fuyao’s figure immediately sank into the hole.
Behind the cave, the light swayed, the bead curtain was deep, and the hibiscus inside the red tent was warm in spring, and the mandarin ducks were shocked by the hole in the middle of the night.
Of course it is a wild mandarin duck.
Meng Fu shook his head and saw the naked men and women screeching up on the bed in panic. His eyes turned especially at some important parts, and he quickly flicked around the furnishings. He quickly confirmed that it was a brothel and couldn’t help grinning. He smiled, and said, “Sorry, continue.” He stretched out his hand and took out a bullet from his arms. “You didn’t scare me so much, right? I sent Shenlong Zhuangyang Pill to show my condolences.”
Then she looked up, smiled at the smoke that had already followed, and then popped up again.
She kept dashing backwards, bumping into the bead curtain, bumping into the door, bumping into the railing, and entering the hall, wherever she passed, the pearl scattered around the door, the railing broke, the vase broke, and the sky broke and the ground cracked. The loud noise, mixed with the sound of people screaming and avoiding, and the sound of inquiries from the crowd on the opposite street, suddenly turned Tiansha main street into a boiling porridge.
Meng Fuyao wanted this effect.
After several encounters with the top ten, she gradually figured out the essence of the top ten martial arts, they are all able to master the rules of nature, integrate the power of nature into their own true energy methods, and form their own unique nature The strong of true power, therefore, they will be more powerful in the environment that is most suitable for them, such as the smoke killing, the rising of the mountains and the forest before dusk, and the smoke is full of the time, his martial arts are the most powerful, with As for the daytime, I haven’t noticed it yet, I have already followed his way.
In other words, the red dust and the turbid atmosphere, and the environment far away from nature like Wanjia’s lights, the martial arts of Yansha must be limited.
Of course the brothel is better, haha surprise.
Meng Fuyao smiled triumphantly, banged Peng Peng, and always led the Cigarette Kill, which was closely followed by the Bone Maggot, into the downtown area. The Cigarette Killer had already moved so angry that he was chased by his clothes. Constantly, he was bound to kill this unconscious woman in the palm of his hand. He vaguely sensed that a few shadows suddenly appeared behind him at some point, but the martial arts of those people were not in his eyes. In any case, kill this madness first. Let’s talk about the woman!
At this moment, it is not late at night, the shadows of people and flowers are chaotic, and the brightly lit downtown is flooded with people. Among them, there are many people who have participated in the Zhenwu Festival night shopping, drunk and fun-seeking. They stared at the galloping Meng Fuyao, I was shocked by the amazing speed and strength, and then I looked at the yellow-clothed old man who was constantly chasing after his body like a smoke. Some people in the rivers and lakes with extensive knowledge immediately exclaimed, “Smoke kill!”
There was a bang, and the sentiment was shocked. The top ten have already existed like gods in the Wuzhou Continent. Not to mention ordinary martial artists, they are all the martial arts schools with prominence and face. You can’t see these deified characters in leisure time. Now the top ten One of the smoke kills suddenly appeared in a brothel in Tiansha’s downtown, chasing an inconspicuous young man in public. Seeing that, he wanted to kill someone but didn’t kill him?
Everyone held their chins and tilted their heads, watching Meng Fuyao’s body shape like a black whirlwind and ramming all the way, watching the smoke and ash swirling around like a line of condensed smoke tightly, seeing that this is absolutely impossible but it happened. The battle for the pinnacle of the strong in the downtown area has long been stunned.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around.
She retreated quickly, but turned back faster, but suddenly stopped that ferocious impulse, and twisted her body unaffected by inertia. She raised her hand and her fists burst out!
Fist out! The gale rolls up, the air flow is like collapse!
There was a bang, the fist and the wind came before the person arrived, the fist wind rose and the wind sounded, the silk spikes of the lanterns on all sides of the hall were all erected in an instant, abruptly stirred by the overpowering fist wind, paintings on the wall Silently contracted by the airflow, the beauty picture immediately turned into an old woman picture. A courageous client who hid far away and wanted to see the fight clearly, he forgot to drink the tea in his hand, suddenly his face became hot. The tea poured out of the cup silently, spilling his face all over.
Meng Fu Yaoquan has reached the heart of the smoke killing!
Yan Sha sneered, and stretched out his skinny hand, which turned out to be an extremely arty fan. He slammed it horizontally, and the smoke burst, and Meng Fuyao’s fist was barely able to pass in again.
Yan Sha smiled, and was about to say something like “You can force me to use a weapon and you will be worthy of this life”, when he suddenly raised his head and smiled.
Yan Sha was stunned, with a bad instinct in her heart. This girl is not a good thing. She must be fine when she laughs. She subconsciously wants to swing a fan. Suddenly, Meng Fuyao’s fist against the fan suddenly flicked, and a black popped out. Edge!
The blade is black, but the light of the knife is sharp, and the light of the knife is like moonlight. It rushes from the sea and falls from the sky. In an instant, it is misty and brilliant, illuminating Zhang Xu’s radius!
The fist was close to Yansha’s chest, and the light from the fist immediately pierced the fan, and silently pierced Yansha’s chest!
Small kills abruptly retreating, but suddenly a low drink came from behind him, “Gather!”, then a strong surge came, like an iron wall, blocking his retreat.
Small Killer’s eyes swept, and he saw the black men behind him suddenly line up in rows, one palm against the back of the other, and one palm was like iron, and he patted his back, desperately Push him up Meng Fuyao’s dagger.
Small Killer was furious and ruled the roost for the first time. He was forced to this level by a few juniors, so he didn’t retreat at all. As soon as the fan was closed, the fan was swiped.
The smoke glowed like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, layer upon layer of waves, rushing up with endless anger, and instantly swept towards Meng Fuyao.
The moonlight is like a thread of silver needles, concentrating on it, passing through the vast but thin smoke and shooting in a straight line.
When the smoke meets the moonlight.
Blood splatter!
The light gray smoke and the pale moonlight are distinct, and they collide in an instant. Then, between the two colors, two brilliant red blood flowers bloom silently. In the brilliant lights on all sides, the color is bright and strange.
The two figures fell apart.
Smoke Killed with blood on his chest, and Meng Fuyao’s sword was so outrageous that it eventually hurt his heart.
Meng Fu shook the dagger to the ground, gasping like a dead dog, and sprayed a little blood with every breath. Damn, the old perverted blow is really not a play, and her bones are scattered all over her body.
She squatted there, and the onlookers suddenly rushed forward, trying to see clearly this young super master who was evenly equal to the top ten. Two of them came quickly, one without a word, one cross sword. Shut, the sword energy was three feet away, and the forest was so cold that people were shocked and then retreated. The other person calmly held his hand and strolled over, seemingly walking unhappy. Everyone approached him three feet away and felt suffocated. Feeling unwell, I had to step back.
So the crowd spread out very cooperatively, holding Meng Fuyao with both hands at the same time, one person said, “You–ah!” the other said, “I haven’t seen you for a long time, so you have a new hobby and like fighting in a brothel. “
Meng Fu shook her head and looked at the hurried cloud marks and Zong Yue who seemed calm and dusty on her clothes. He hehe smiled, her big mouth like a gourd is really ugly, and she looks at Yun marks. In a flash, he drew his sword and pointed at Yansha.
Smoke Killing clutched his chest and glanced bitterly at Meng Fuyao. Suddenly, with a wave of his sleeves, a thick and slightly smelly gray smoke rose up. Everyone hurriedly backed away, and when the smoke cleared, the trace of the mist was gone. , There was only a splash of bright blood on the ground.
The crowd came up again, Zong Yue hurriedly helped Meng Fuyao and left. It was rare that she did not dislike her, she was dusty, sweaty, and dirty. Meng Fuyao, this shameless man, quickly seized the opportunity to abuse her. Frozen, he rubbed the ashes from his body on Zong Yue’s body for a while, Zong Yue was obviously enduring, patience, and suddenly stopped.
Meng Fuyao thought he was about to explode at last, and subconsciously hid, but saw Zong Yue’s gaze fixed on the young man under the opposite roof.
The moonlight is shining, and thick and light shadows are cast under the eaves. In the shadows, the youth looks bright and beautiful. He is vaguely aware of the grace and beauty. He seems to be a little shorter, but he is well-proportioned, not stupid but exquisite. Looking at Meng Fuyao, who caused a sensation today, he only stared at Zong Yue, his eyes twinkling, and his expression complex.
He said, “Let’s stay away from your husband for a long time, it’s been fine these days.”
Zong Yue immediately regained his clean and estranged air, and said lightly, “Thanks to Young Master Yun, it’s good.” Turning around, he picked up Meng Fuyao somewhat rudely, and said, “Why? Go back to heal?”
Meng Fuyao’s grievance…please, you are the one who dangles, and you are the one who stopped to greet others. You sue the wicked first, so shameless.
Huh, the first son? Master Xuanyuan Yun? Isn’t it the first pass in the second round of the final? The one who is said to be Yuepaku’s disciple? What is the relationship with Zong Yue?
Feeling the young man still standing there, watching them go away silently, she curiously struggling back from Zong Yue’s arms, she suddenly saw a twinkle in the young man’s eyes under the moonlight and stars.
Meng Fuyao was startled.
It was tears.
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One of the top ten smoke kills, Yu Tiansha tied the crowd in the downtown area, and was even forced to flee!
This is the most horrifying news during the Zhenwu Conference. It spread in Pandu at a windy speed. The participants of the Zhenwu Conference were trying to find the mysterious boy in Daiyi that night, but that night was busy. It was all sorts of things, and the fight was only in an instant. The two sides moved fast, and no one could see Meng Fuyao’s appearance. Everyone lined up the leaders of the Zhenwu Conference. Even Yan Jingchen was in line. I didn’t expect it. It’s Meng Fuyao.
At this moment, the young master of the new fan who is sensational in Pandu is lying on the bed like a dog, oh hey, he was repaired by the Mongolian doctor Zong Yue. It was obviously an internal injury. The Mongolian doctor found a place that was not thicker than his hair. He said in a very serious manner: “This wound needs to be well maintained. Take medicine orally and externally, and massage to speed up the effect.” So Master Yuanbao volunteered to help Meng Fuyao with his paws filled with sugar juice and juice. Fu Yao patted Feizhi with a palm, and shouted, “Zong Yue, you are in a bad mood, don’t take me out.”
Before speaking, Zong Yue immediately put down the medicine bowl, straightened his waist and walked out without looking back. Meng Fuyao and Master Yuan Bao squatted on the bed together, with paws in their mouths, watching him leave with a dull expression. , For a long while, Meng Fuyao stabbed Master Yuanbao, “Hey, mouse, did Zong Yue come to Auntie?”
Master Yuan Bao, who has the experience of aunt’s arrival, shook his head very disapprovingly. It personally felt that it was more than just coming to the aunt? Bacheng aunts came together.
Zong Yue went out and Yun Hen came in. He had been waiting at the door, seeing Zong Yue’s abnormality in his eyes, but it was not as if Meng Fuyao was curious. He just picked up the medicine bowl and said, “If you don’t drink It’s cold.”
Meng Fuyao was depressed, so he drank it muffledly, Yun Hen looked at her without blinking, and said, “In the afternoon, you will be gone after the trial. Tell us to find it. The first person to go is Yan Jingchen. Almost had a fight with the guards of the Heng Palace, who knew you rushed out again…what happened?”
Meng Fuyao smiled, and briefly said what happened. She was previously restrained by Yansha’s internal force, but her mentality was not completely lost. After Yan Jingchen locked her in the cellar, she gradually became sober, probably because of the moon’s mid-sky. Suddenly, she felt that light was growing in her body, gradually surging like a tide, rushing through the trapped meridians one by one. When the smoke came in to kill her, she was about to recover, and was blocked by Yan Jingchen, finally It was completely normal before it was too late, so he killed Yan.
Yun Hen listened quietly, sighed, and said, “You are injured again now, what should I do in the third round?” He thought, suddenly reached out to touch Meng Fuyao’s pulse.
Meng Fuyao immediately shrank his hands and stared at him alertly, “What are you doing?”
Looking at Yun Hen’s silent expression, she suddenly realized, “Do you want to give me your skill and survive the third round? You are crazy, if you meet a master, how can you Guarantee?”
Yunhen said lightly, “I just quit.”
“You quit, how will you live after returning to Taiyuan?” Meng Fuyao stared at him, remembering Yun Hen’s deep-minded adoptive father, what kind of treatment would he receive if Yun Hen quit the Zhenwu Conference halfway through?
She sighed softly, patted Yunhen, and said, “It’s okay, don’t worry,” she smiled and said, “Maybe I met Yan Jingchen, that’s right, he was also injured.”
She fell silent, remembering that in the cellar, she closed her eyes, and felt Yan Jingchen’s hands gently touch her face and neck. At the moment she was about to get up, she suddenly felt that her hands touched her wrists. Then, with your fingers, pull the chain buckle slightly apart.
What was he…what on earth wanted to do?
Why did he… didn’t take her clothes off first?
Also, he really improved his martial arts, and that disgusting old man…
Meng Fuyao sighed slightly, covered his eyes with his hands, and didn’t want to think about these issues anymore, no matter what he wanted to do, no matter what he did, no matter whether he planned to let her go, no matter how much he tried, the sacrifice was huge, only he asked Yansha’s behavior of robbing her is unforgivable.
Love is fulfillment, not forcible, but unfortunately some people never understand.
She thought, her expression unhesitating, Yun Hen looked at the always bright Meng Fuyao’s sudden gloomy expression. She was a little uncomfortable. She subconsciously wanted to talk about light topics. After thinking about it, she laughed, “Yes, I heard The arbitration of the Golden Palace Competition has reached the border of the Tiansha, and the Tiansha Emperor sent someone to pick it up. As a result, people from the Ministry of Rites saw a good show there…”