Chapter 5 Reward 3

At night, it was as dark as ink. On the high sky, thunder clouds rolled and kept raging. Although it was not as terrible as the day, the thunderbolt was still frightening. From time to time, a huge lightning cut through the sky, like opening up the sky and the earth, opening an opening for the space of silence and illuminating everything in the world.

In the corner, a man in night clothes, not tall, with a gloomy and indifferent face without a trace of expression, can be seen from the lightning that sometimes cuts through the sky that this person has a pair of brown eyes, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, emitting an extremely cold light all the time. The eyes are not bloodthirsty but disregard for life. .

After the lightning, the earth is dark, brush! Brush! Brush! With a few soft sounds, the man's figure has disappeared, and the speed like a ghost is particularly high on such a night. Gloomy.

Suddenly, a bright white blade cut through the air, with an extremely sharp breath, faint and uncontrollable, directly stabbing Mesomea's back.

"Hmm!" Suddenly, with a cold hum, the golden light suddenly appeared, and a wide palm grabbed the knife light hidden in the air like the Buddha's palm. With a chirping sound, the rapid shooting single knife was directly caught. The golden light rose and shrank and suddenly rebounded away.

The person who took action is Kowloon, but if Kowloon doesn't take action, he will be vigorous and vigorous, moving like a rabbit.

"You can't be a gentleman secretly. If you have the ability, come out to compete!" Jiulong's voice has a sharp breath, sharp penetration, and the shocking air is buzzing.

Before Jiulong finished speaking, a huge fist suddenly came out and hit Jiulong's face door, but Jiulong was unchanged. His feet were tied to the ground like tree roots, and his whole body was wrapped in golden light. His big hands like a fan suddenly opened and grabbed his fist directly.

With a roar, the golden fist collided with the dark fist, making a friction sound of golden leather, followed by a blow. The man in black suddenly flashed away with the help of the force of the counterattack and disappeared without a trace.

Kowloon suddenly condensed, and the powerful true air surged. His eyes shot out two golden sharp lights, piercing the dark night sky, but he didn't find anything, and finally muttered to himself, "What an assassin, can't hit a hit, and he will escape thousands of miles away!"

Kowloon held a short knife in his hand, which was the weapon left by the assassin just now. His expression was low and a faint voice came, "Miss, you can go back. It's not safe here!"

"Oh!" Mesmia only felt her hair suddenly stand up, and boundless fear came, but suddenly a big golden light surged, suddenly blocking the source of her fear.

Mesomea turned his head and looked at Jiulong with difficulty. His face was full of panic. The dark night sky and Jiulong's face loomed, but Mesomea could feel what Jiulong's calm face looked like.

"I... I'm afraid..." Mesomea said in a hurry, looking full of boundless grievances. Now let her go back alone. How dare a little woman go back on a dark night.

Kowloon did not respond, gently turned around and walked towards his room. Mesomia looked at Kowloon's back, full of obsession, and then looked at the dark night sky behind him. He no longer dared to stay outside and quickly followed Kowloon and entered the room.

The room is still full of spring, and the faint fragrance is unforgettable. Mesomea looked at the dark night sky outside in horror, and the panic in her heart was calmed down. Her beautiful big eyes quietly stared at Kowloon, looking at Jiulong's solid and broad shoulders and strong physique. All fears disappeared in an instant.

"Miss!" Youlan, lying in **, suddenly saw Mesomea following Jiulong into the door. She broke out in a cold sweat. She got up on a car and looked frightened. She quickly got out of bed, looked at Jiulong, looked at Mesomea, and stood obediently behind Jiulong.

In the face of the noble Mesomemia, Kowloon looked peaceful, like a good friend. He sat down casually, raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Jiulong, and said slowly, "I've seen you!"

"Oh!" Mesomia was a little overwhelmed. Looking at Jiulong so calm, she was a little embarrassed. With a trace of timidity in her voice, she said slowly, "I've seen you too!"

"Why did you stay out of my room for so long?" Kowloon's voice sounded slowly, and a pair of bright eyes quietly stared at Messomea.

Mesomea's face turned red in an instant. She looked at Jiulong shyly. Her small mouth opened, but she didn't know what to say. She squirmed her lips and buried her head deeply and stopped talking, like a child doing something wrong.

With a loud sound, Jiulong suddenly inserted the short knife in his hand on the table, with a trace of coldness in his voice. "Do you know why the owner of this knife stabbed you at the door of my room!"

Mesomea was scared by Kowloon's sudden anger. Her voice was frightened and shook her head at a loss. Her big watery eyes were brewing with a trace of water mist. If Jiulong scolded again, she would definitely cry.

"I am a dangerous person. Many people want my life. If I hadn't acted quickly, you might have become my martyr today, and I would have been a slave again or killed directly because of your death!"

Jiulong's voice was like a morning bell and dusk drum, and a sound rippled throughout the room, hitting Mesomea's pure heart. Mesomea's big talking eyes stared at Jiulong, as if she was worried about Jiulong. Suddenly, she thought of the ferocious face of her sister-in-law Bonnie just now and couldn't help beating her. After a cold war, he looked at Kowloon pitifully.

"My name is Mesomia, the daughter of Chief Leren, and Leren Fili is a brother and sister." Mesomia looked at Jiulong, bowed his head and said slowly.

"Chief Leren!" Jiulong was shocked when he heard that he learned from the memory of Roxas that Chief Lelan was a great figure. He is now over 400 years old and has many descendants, at least hundreds of them.

Kowloon looked at Mesormia's delicate face, wearing pajamas, brown and black hair scattered, big blue eyes sparkling, pink face, a pair of dimples were extremely cute, inexplicable impulse in his heart, staring at Mesomea couldn't take his eyes off.

Suddenly, Jiulong reacted and coughed quickly to cover up the performance of his gaffe just now. He smiled helplessly, but he was secretly curious, "The little girl is so beautiful!"

"Rockus! I know your name!" Mesomia had already forgotten the assassination just now. When she saw Jiulong looking at herself, she showed a happy look, and her beautiful face rippled with a lovely smile.

"My name is not Lockus, but Kowloon!" Jiulong lowered his head and said slowly. There was infinite melancholy and confusion in his voice. Sad feelings involuntarily rippled, and the air in the room suddenly became melancholy and helpless.

Mesomea's beautiful eyes flashed. Looking at Jiulong's appearance, she was even more curious. Looking at Jiulong's face, her mood was also painful. She said slowly, "Why don't you call it Roxus, but Jiulong? They all say that you are the son of Grand Duke of Titus of the Omar tribe, but the name of Kowloon The words sound awkward, or Roxus sounds good!"

"Lockus is dead, and only Kowloon is alive..." Jiulong's voice rippled faintly in the room.

"Oh!" Mesomea said, and Jiulong's words were inexplicable. She agreed as if she didn't understand. In the quiet night, the two of them chatted like this. Unconsciously, time passed quickly.

In a dark room, a dark shadow flashed away, quietly entered the room, and walked gently towards a dark shadow sitting on **.

"How's it going?" An old voice came. If Gary was here, he would have been able to hear the owner of this voice. This man was really Count enge of Tomasson Manor.

"Master!" The shadow bent down in shame, bowed deeply to Count Enger, and said slowly, "Rocksas is so clever. As soon as I seized the opportunity, I asked him to destroy it. If I hadn't run fast, I might have been in a different place now!"

"Hmm?" Count Enger suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly a sharp earthy yellow light fluctuated in the dark night light, directly stabbing the man in black in front of him!

Drip! Pedal! Pedal! The man in black retreated three steps in a row before he stabilized his body, bowed his waist again, and said respectfully, "Master, there is nothing he can do. Lockusus's fighting spirit is extremely strange. Unexpectedly, he rushed into my body. If I hadn't run fast, maybe now I would have..."

"Useless things!" Count Enger snorted coldly, the sharp light in his eyes flashed away, and the dark room returned to its original calm. "You can go down and control your mouth!"

"Yes, master!"

Brush! The shadow flashed and quietly blended into the night. Count Enger looked at the disappearing shadow, frowned gently, and sighed, "The plan of one stone and three birds seems to have failed. Now it's good to scare the snake, hum! Damn Roxus!"