spoiled wife addicted

Fei Xueyi raised one eyebrow, looked left and right, and took the words with disdain: "Otherwise, what if you kill us?"

Leng Xing raised his hand, and the archers immediately stretched their strings to the full moon, all pointing at them, and with just one command, all arrows were fired.

Ghost Killer raised his head and glanced around, his indifferent eyes were as cold as ice, chilling people.

Finally, his eyes stayed on Leng Xing, and said: "When you sleep at night, do you have pairs of eyes staring at you with death?"

Leng Xing was stunned for a long time, before sighing faintly: "Little...little master, let go." Now, no matter how unwilling he is to believe it, he still has to accept the fact that Jun Mojin is back.

Ghost Killer hooked his lips mockingly: "Leng Xing, you shouldn't have said such a thing. Six years ago, I said that I want you to pay with your blood, so don't even try to escape any of you. You will definitely die in my life." hands, and my belief in living is to kill you." His voice was not loud, but these words were like a very vicious curse, engraved word by word into the heart, straight to the deepest part of the soul.

Leng Xing smiled wryly, and said hesitantly: "Little master, you are the one who owed the young master, Xuexiang Xiaozhu back then..." Leng Xing just finished speaking halfway, when he was interrupted by a sudden coquettish voice.

"Shut up! Jun Mojin has been dead for many years! Leng Xing, why are you hesitating if you haven't taken down the assassin who assassinated the general!" Ten men in white robes, with solemn expressions, all wore emerald inlaid forehead ornaments on their foreheads.

"Jun Mojin." Fei Xueyi murmured and repeated, and was about to speak when she heard several shrill screams in the sky.

His face changed suddenly, his figure flickered, and he disappeared from the surrounding circle with Ghost Killer. Immediately, he pressed his hand lightly on his waist, and a soft and slender soft sword was impressively in his hand. He handed it to Ghost Killer: "Hurry back!" Carriage, Uncle Liu is in danger, I'm going to the city."

As soon as the ghost killer's gaze like a poisonous snake locked on Lingyao, he was taken out of the encirclement. Before he could react, he heard that Uncle Liu was in danger, so Lingyao and the others could be taken care of, and immediately took the sword and flew away Back to the carriage.

He has lost too much, and he will never allow the only two remaining relatives to leave him.

In the forest, a man in black robes was approaching the carriage at a leisurely pace. He was wearing a thick black cloak that covered his whole body, and the hood on his head covered most of his face, revealing only the smooth Fair forehead.

When he came to the carriage, he stopped, raised his hand and waved it forward, and the potpourri bag hanging on the carriage immediately fell into his hand.

"The sachet is still as beautiful." The words fell, and he threw it into the air. The long sword stabbed at the sachet with the flowers. Hundreds of petals scattered in an instant, and the fragrance was long. He shuttled among the petals, and finally swung his sword to attack the carriage.

At the same time, a soft sword stabbed at him soundlessly. He stopped the sword and turned his body slightly. The hood that had been covering his face was lifted by the tip of the sword.

He blinked, turned over, and stood in the air, motionless, looking down at Ghost Killer, the black clothes on his body fluttering without wind.

Ghost Slayer stood on the shaft of the chariot, with his left hand behind his back to gather his inner strength secretly, while holding a sword in his right hand and pointing obliquely at the ground, looking up, his dark eyes were sharp and full of murderous intent.

It's just that when he saw the person coming, he felt a sudden pain in his heart, his pupils shrank suddenly, and there were bursts of pain on his face, as if he was being skinned by someone.

This is a stunningly beautiful face, with long eyebrows slanted into the temples, a pair of phoenix eyes with clear black and white, straight nose, and thin lips with rosy red.

Although it is not suitable to describe a man with 'beautiful', but it is suitable for him.

Facing such a face, Ghost Slayer's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, because this person was not only as beautiful as Fei Xueyi, but also looked exactly the same, except that there was a red tear mole missing under the corner of his right eye.

But Ghost Killer knows better, the black-clothed boy in front of him is too different from Fei Xueyi, it's not that the boy is not strong enough, on the contrary, he thinks this boy is very powerful, but this kind of strength is too simple, lacking the share of Fei Xueyi's occasional convulsions The arrogance and arrogance that make people want to bow their knees and surrender is missing from the Ling Ran's arrogance that looks down on the world.

At the same time that Ghost Slayer was looking at the black-robed boy, the black-robed boy was also looking at him. He didn't know this person himself, but he was very familiar with the murderous aura emanating from him.

"Are you the one who plays the piano in the Yancheng Inn?" The words were calm and without any emotion, but there was a trace of indescribable excitement.

"Yes." Although Ghost Killer was slightly surprised, he admitted it bluntly, but he didn't expect this person to know about it.

"Then you are not bad as an opponent." After finishing speaking, a sword light struck, directly attacking Guisha's face.

However, Ghost Killer was already prepared. First, he used his internal force to drive away the carriage to ensure Liu Bo's safety, and then he folded his waist to avoid the attack of the man in black robe. The body of the sword circled upwards, and with a little effort, the long sword was smashed into pieces.

Although this set of movements is not as chic as flowing clouds and flowing water, it is also unspeakably fast and amazing.

Ghost Killer was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that the sword Fei Xueyi gave him was so powerful, but according to him now, even if he had a peerless sword in his hand, it would be mediocre.

One hit missed, and the long sword was destroyed. The black-robed boy didn't take it seriously, and raised his left hand, holding a short sword and dagger that shone with cold light.

Ghost Killer retreated sharply, swooping up like a swallow, luck is like a sword.

Unexpectedly, the young man followed him like a shadow, chasing after him, directly attacking the vital points, without giving him the slightest chance to breathe.

Ghost Killer raised his sword to block it, but within a few moments, his clothes were cut in several places, and blood gradually seeped out, while the boy was only slightly injured.

Dazzling light burst out from the clash of swords, and the sound of clanging was endless.

bang...

The wrist no longer had the strength to hold the sword, and the soft sword was knocked to the ground. The moment the sword plunged into the ground, the sword trembled and the sword groaned softly, as if blaming its master for abandoning it.

Ghost Killer was startled secretly, only one thought flashed in his mind, that was the sword Fei Xueyi gave him.Thinking of this, he flew to pick it up, showing his defenseless back.

Seeing this, the young man slapped the palm with his backhand and sent the ghost killing palm flying.

Ghost Killer intentionally exposed his flaws, and the moment his palm wind came over, he took advantage of the momentum and flew into the distance, but he was still injured by the palm wind.

So ruthless, so strong, such a powerful boy!

As soon as he stabilized his figure on the ground, Ghost Killer took off the piano bag, pressed the strings with his fingers, and the magic sound came out suddenly, but the boy disappeared, leaving only a sentence in the air: "My opponent, there will be a time later!"

Ghost Killer couldn't bear to sit on the ground any longer, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.