Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 26 The Murderous Yuyulou Heavenly Killer (2)

"Killed", the falling voice was merciless.

When Nanxian found that she could finally move, she ran at the speed of the physical fitness test, but facing a group of deadly horse bandits on horseback, the 500 meters she ran looked weak and pitiful.

The long knife gleaming coldly scraped across the scalp.

A few strands of hair fell down.

The horse bandit carrying the knife laughed loudly and didn't pay attention to her: "Yo, this little girl can hide."

Nan Xian really wanted to roll his eyes at him, if he didn't hide, would he wait for his neck to be chopped off?

"Third brother, stop playing, get rid of it quickly!"

The horse bandits ended the fight and began to search the boxes on the carriage.

"Didn't you hear that the Fumian Escort sent the goods to the Qiyaojian Sect this time? Why didn't you find any valuables?"

"Damn! We won't be fooled, will we?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The boss of the horse bandit frowned: "Go and search the head of the bodyguard, there may be valuable things hidden on him."

The horse bandit who complained earlier lit up and complimented: "Boss is wise."

On the other hand, the third child was named by the eldest brother, and he felt a little bit useless. He really didn't release the water just now. This little girl looks small, she looks like thirteen or fourteen years old, she runs really fast, and her reaction is quick enough, as if she has been trained like.

Nan Xian felt the killing intent coming from above his head, rolled on the spot, and the knife cut obliquely into the mud and grass.

"Yo!"

"I don't believe in evil anymore!"

After a burst of chopping, Nan Xian managed to dodge, but his body was too thin, and he had no internal strength. After several rounds, he was exhausted, and his speed of dodging gradually slowed down.

Realizing this, the third child opened his mouth with a smirk, clamped the horse's belly, and slashed down with the long knife: "Go to hell!"

The shiny blade was reflected by the sun, and a white awn was reflected on Nan Xian's wide almond eyes.

"what--"

Several staggered and loud screams suddenly came from behind.

The third child paused when he swung down, and suddenly a handful of loess sprinkled on his face, blurring his vision.

When it was clear before his eyes, the small and slender figure had already ran a hundred meters away without looking back.

"Damn it, bitch! You can run!"

The youngest cursed angrily, and then heard a few screams coming from behind. Turning his horse's head and looking back, his blood seemed to have froze, and he widened his eyes furiously: "Brother, second brother——"

I saw that the horse bandit, who was so brave before, was wiped on the neck in an instant, and the red scar was getting bigger and bigger under the tilt of gravity, and he fell to the ground, bursting out a string of blood flowers and white pulp.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were opened in shock, and the screams they could not help uttering before they died were all stuck in their throats by this sharp slash.

There was only one person who came, and the speed was so fast that the afterimage of the sword fell far away.

Nan Xian, who was hiding behind the tree, was beating like a drum, not because of the young man's handsome and seductive appearance, but because of the icy murderous intent wrapped around his body, like an iron hook of black and white impermanence threatening his life.

"Thorn-"

The horse bandit who was chasing her earlier was wiped across the neck with a sword before he could even make a move in the boy's hands.

In the blink of an eye, only she and the boy were left alive in the huge venue.

Nan Xian swallowed her saliva, and began to move her feet back.

The voice of Qixi from the system suddenly sounded: "Ding—to detect the host's arrhythmia, does the host want to bind the character Xingyulou Tiansha Canye as the target of this world's strategy?"

Nima, this time it's not a heartbeat, this time it's a pure shock, okay!

wrong.

Xingyu Tower?
Is it the Xingyu Building in the reminder of the plane?

According to the urgency of the system, the name of the plane must be related to the target of the attack, Si Xiao is the reborn son of the Hou family, and this residual night is the killer of Xingyulou...

"Not bound yet."

Nan Xian decided to accept the plot before making a decision.

"Good host, I wish you good luck."

After the system finished speaking, it immediately ran away.

Nan Xian pursed her lips, breathed lightly, and tiptoed to leave.

He had just run five steps, and before his right heel landed, a black shadow appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

The young man was dressed in a black dress with two golden lotus flowers embroidered on the hem. He pointed a quaint black sword at her throat coldly: "Who are you, Nanyuan, the chief escort of Fumian Escort Bureau?"

"...I, my father", Nan Xian sniffed the strong bloody smell on the ink sword, his lips trembling.

Can Ye stared at the timid girl who couldn't measure up to her shoulders, and frowned: "Are you Nan Xian?"

He had read the copybook of Jiangnan Fumian Escort Bureau.

Nan Yuan, the chief escort of Fumian Escort Bureau, has two daughters. The eldest daughter Nan Qiao joins the Qiyao Sword Sect, and the second daughter Nan Xian has not yet reached Ji.

Hearing his own name spit out from his mouth, Nan Xian stared at him with wide-eyed almond eyes, and looked at him without defense and surprise: "You...you know me?"

"Big brother, are you here to save me?"

The bright and trusting light in the girl's eyes made Can Ye silent for a moment.

After a pause, he withdrew his ink sword, and pursed his extremely thin lips: "Hand over the map, and I won't kill you."

Hearing this, the girl hugged her chest tightly to cover up, mist poured out of her round almond eyes, she shook her head in a panic, bit her lips and said, "No, dad asked me to give it to my sister, I can't give it to you..."

Can Ye frowned, the pity and pity in his eyes disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The slender fingers held down the ink sword.

Nan Xian has been paying attention to his movements, seeing that he is about to kill without saying a word, she cried out with a "wow", took out the map from her chest while crying, and said with sobs: "I can give you the map, but you Can you swear..."

swear what?
Can Ye stared at her with a cold face, feeling that the little girl was extremely noisy.

"Swear not to kill me, protect me until I find my sister."

This body is too thin, and the internal strength she practiced in her previous life did not wear it together, and she avoided the fatal blows of the horse bandits just now, relying entirely on her petite stature and the crisis sensitivity trained by Mu Xuan in the previous plane.

With this body, it is simply a fantasy to go to the Qiyao Sword Sect to find the original owner's sister.

And the sudden appearance of the horse bandit also made her realize that this is not a peaceful world.

"Big brother, please, I will repay you."

"It's said in the scriptures that the grace of saving life should be promised with my body. When I grow up, I will give birth to my big brother..."

The thin girl stared straight at him with watery almond eyes, filled with clear teardrops.

Can Ye's mouth twitched at the girl's innocent words, but his face was still cold, his sharp eyes fell on her, and his voice was also cold: "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

"If you want to die, you still need a map. Choose yourself."

The implication is that if you don't give the map, you will kill her and take the map away.

Sure enough, he was a murderous quack killer.

Still don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, the kind that has no feelings...

Nan Xian sighed, and walked towards the pile of corpses with red eyes, crying loudly on purpose: "Father, mother, my daughter is useless, I can't send the map to my sister, my daughter is here to accompany you..."

Can Ye frowned and stared at the girl as she walked to the side of the dead chief escort couple, raised his arms, as if wiping away tears.

However, the next moment, the girl's red almond eyes turned around, the map in her hand was hanging on a pool of blood, her slightly messy face was tense, and she forced herself to calm down: "Now I am qualified to negotiate terms with you."

The young man froze for a moment, his dark eyes filled with murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)