Chapter 108 Bloody Blue Robe, Drying in the Line

The red sandalwood pupil shrank and looked at each other for a moment, but her lips suddenly faintly hooked and played with the taste: "Seven, do you mean the palm of your confrontation? Is there another mystery on your specially treated hand?

Shua Qi handed the porcelain bottle back to her and said, "Exactly, my palm was replaced with a highly poisonous poison at that time. There is no doubt that the only antidote is mine."

He also took out a porcelain bottle from his waist and handed it to her.

Red sandalwood didn't accept it. Seeing his pair of eagle eyes locking on her, she said, "Even if it's very poisonous, I'm not afraid. I have long been invulnerable."

He withdrew his hand. Today, he gave him too many accidents. If they were enemies, he would have died a few times, and he lost. He said coldly, "I accept your assassination guard."

"Thank you very much." The red sandalwood staggered past him and walked out of the wet forest. He passed by and said, "Someone will bring them later."

Seven stood in place, and this was his second failure. The first one was a woman in blue, a pipa, and he didn't even have room to fight back. This time, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenager, who had been tight for three years, made him lose so completely. He always thought that he was against the sky, but he didn't expect them to be so strong.

It's best to hand over the assassination guard to Baqi. She is really looking forward to what kind of special soldiers this first killer can train for her. Thinking about things in his mind, the pace under his feet is not slow, and he flew back to the pine forest as easily and quickly as before.

Now it's time for Hai, that is, ten o'clock in the evening. She didn't eat all afternoon. She was a little hungry. She just stopped on the pine trail. I don't know if it was an illusion that she actually smelled the fragrance of food. Looking for the taste and entering the yard, I saw that the stone table under the moonlight was full of dishes.

There is nothing more tempting than food for hungry people. Although someone who has been sitting at the stone table for a long time can be used as a synonym for 'beaute and delicious', she just ignores it. So much so that when she picked up the chopsticks to pick up the most delicious fish, a pair of jade chopsticks of the same color grabbed her chopsticks and fish.

She had to look up and see that the person opposite was smiling at her, so she decisively turned her head and stared at the dishes, pulled chopsticks, transferred the target, and chopsticks.

Unexpectedly, she was fast, and he was not slow at all. At the same time, the two of them started the same thing.

She just practiced. Is this person going to challenge her? Thinking of this, she doesn't procrastinate and can't afford to pick up vegetables. Well, then pick up chopsticks. The tip of the chopsticks moved, grabbed another pair of jade chopsticks, and secretly went straight to the owner.

Wu Cang Juelan's lips were slanted. After one hand was negative, the hand holding chopsticks was entangled through a stone table.

The crisp jade collide can't stop sounding, time is big and small, and time is short. Each of them looked at each other, with cold eyes and evil eyes, and the jade chopsticks in their hands greeted each other like open eyes.

A few chopsticks are up and down, and dozens of chopsticks are difficult to win or lose. With hundreds of chopsticks, the two directly gave up attacking the chopsticks and threw a pair of jade chopsticks and flew up on the small stone table on this side.

Bloody clothes and blue robes, you come and go, and the wind is blowing everywhere, and the robes are hunting.

Suddenly, the trees shook the grass and flew, and a mouthful of exquisite delicacy on the stone table under the 'crackling' symphony was swept up by the wind and flew around, and the ground was in a mess.

Lan jumped directly from the roof and stood on the beam to watch the rivalry of the two masters. The second one came Qingfu, with white on a green background. She fell lightly beside Lan and smiled gently under Lan's thoughtful eyes.

Ge Xiyan and Hao Lianliufeng, two people who can't do martial arts, came the latest. Seeing the sky in the courtyard fighting, and they were two people who were familiar with each other, they immediately worried about the unknown situation.

Hao Lianliufeng clenched his hands, and his soft voice worried and asked the two people who came early on the beam: "What's wrong? Why did you fight like this?"

Lan looked at the two people who had been beaten in the sky and didn't say anything. Qingfu covered most of her face with a pair of smiles and said, "Although I don't know what made them do it, it will be fine. Besides--" She turned her head and looked at the airless whirlwind that had wrapped the two people in the center. Feng said, "No matter what happens, there's nothing we can do."

After listening to it, Ge Xiyan roared with his hands in front of his mouth like a loudspeaker, "Wu Lan, don't hurt my brother! Brother, you should also show mercy. Don't waste him!"

Sweat, the people outside the whirlwind couldn't take their eyes off him, and the people in the whirlwind couldn't laugh or cry. Wucang Juelan's blood clothes rolled and hit her face with a palm. The wind blade was enough to kill any large animal in a second. The red sandalwood slid sideways, as if it were boneless, with long black hair, and thousands of hairs like thousands of arrows attacking his bright and jade-like face.

The hair that was sharper than a steel knife rushed straight to him. Unexpectedly, he did not avoid it. His outstretched hand changed its direction and circled around the back of the person who slid beside him in a twisted posture. The seemingly implosive white arm tightened her like an iron wall at this moment, and her back turned her fiercely along the whirlwind. Her fierce The black hair softened in the irreversible whirlwind created by the two of them, and finally the obedient lay behind her.

The red sandalwood hit his stiff shoulder and almost crooked his nose. When did his body become so tough? She usually looks that she is as soft as a demon! A smiling voice came from below: "Are you still fighting? Amu."

Fight, what's there to fight! I was depressed. She was first assassinated by Shaqi today. After coming back, she finally got some food comfort. As a result, she did it again without succeeding, and this person was comparable to her. At present, he said decisively, "Inexplicably, there is nothing to fight. I don't know if fighting is a waste of skills, physical strength, and mental energy? I'm really full."

Listening to her slightly complaining voice, he smiled happily instead. Such an emotional Amu is the most vital Amu. Even if her tone is not good, it is better than she used to be indifferent. Carrying a person on his back, he smiled gently and broke through the gray cyclone barrier around him, and the two fell from the air.

Ge Xiyan stared at the two people falling from the air in a daze. The blood-dressed blue robe flew with the wind, and one carried the other. He tilted his cheek slightly as if he looked at her direction. She lay on his shoulder, and her black hair was intertwined together, as if it were one, and rotated down. Ge Xiyan opened his mouth wide and said unconsciously, "Wow, it's a good match."

Just after saying that, the radio wave in my brain flashed, and my whole body trembled. I stroked the goose bumps on my hand and shook my head and muttered, "I must have been dazzled just now. I must have been dazzled. Why do I feel that my brother is a woman at that moment? No, brother can't be a woman. How can there be a woman like him? No, no.

Light and beautiful stand on the ground, and the clothes fall gently after a 360-degree rotation. His toes touched the ground, and he smiled slightly and said, "It's time to eat, Amu."

Half a sound, there was no movement on his back. He waited quietly and felt a uniform sound of breathing behind him, and his lips suddenly gently raised. Was she asleep on his back? He shook his head and smiled, looked at a table of messy dishes, and easily carried her to the inner courtyard.

When he passed by Ge Xiyan, he looked a little stunned. He joked, "Xi Yan, I'm not useless. Thank you for your help to plead."

In that look and tone, Ge Xiyan's body just trembled like a madness, and then he trembled and said, "No, you're welcome, angry."

Wucang Juelan Danfeng rewarded him with an eye knife, and his smile on his lips did not diminish. After nodding to Hao Lianliufeng, he looked up at the two beautiful women standing on the roof and said with a smile, "The wind on the roof is strong. You'd better go back to your room and rest."

Qingfu heard the words, and her laughter was like a spring, and her bright eyes were a little unpredictable. She said, "Mr. Lan, I'm tired of taking care of Mr. You."

"Natural." He nodded slightly.

Lan said unexpectedly, "Why don't you send him back to your room?" She said that she flew down and didn't give people a chance to express their opinions at all.

It's not surprising that other people say this. Only the cold blue has to think about this sentence at this moment. Do you still need her to send these few steps to understand the vicissitudes of martial arts? This is an obvious tly imposed. Since everyone knew and didn't say anything, Wu Cang Juelan nodded with an unchanged smile, and Lan followed him with coldness.

I was speechless all the way until I walked to the door of the red sandalwood house. Wu Cang Juelan pushed open the door with one hand and turned back and asked Lan, who was a few steps away: "Won't Miss Blue come in and sit down?"

Lan shook his head, looked at the two people with icy eyes and said, "Check his body carefully. Don't you think he sleeps strangely?"

With his head slightly sideways, Danfeng's eyes were changing. To be determined, he smiled and said, "Thank you for reminding me."

Blue nodded, said nothing more, turned around and left. She has already said what needs to be said, and the rest is his business.

Wu Cang Juelan closed the door of the room, then put the person on his back, sat quietly at the head of the bed, and looked at the sleeping person. Her eyebrows are clear, and her faint and appropriate eyelashes gently stick to her eyes. She looks obedient and obedient, which is completely different from the coldness or even fierceness when she breaks away.

Looking at it, her eyes wandered a little. How could she fall asleep like that? Do you think he is comfortable and safe on his back? Have you been too tired lately? Even so, it is not enough for her to sleep so vigilantly.

Gently holding her hand, put one hand on her wrist, and felt the power. He frowned slightly. Her internal breath is so strange that even if she completely transforms her body with a blood pool, it should not be like this. He changed his hand and tried it on his own wrist. In contrast, he frowned a little.