ghost city

The murderous aura surging from Young Master Ling's body became stronger and stronger, and his skin became more transparent, as if deliberately reminding him of his inhuman identity.

"We must not let this business fall into Guo Kai's hands. If the city lord allows Guo Kai to send troops, then the old thief will definitely take the opportunity to take away the military command of the city guards and firmly hold it in the hands of Guo Kai." Liao Qiang has long been reduced to the running dog of the old thief, and will be at his disposal at that time. Guo Kai secretly forms a party, and the city lord should be aware of it, but he has never expressed anything. This kind of ambiguity An unknown attitude is extremely detrimental to oneself.”

Young Master Ling's face was tense, his complexion didn't move, but his heart was churning, his hands were tightly clenched, and his knuckles looked even paler.

Azi looked at his expression coldly, and the corners of his mouth raised again: "My lord is so unreasonable. You Wangcheng has already accepted the order of the underworld, but you refuse to send troops. Why do you hinder me from hiring others? If I can't complete the task If the empire blames it, I am afraid that both parties will be in an embarrassing situation. I think the young master still knows the general situation."

"Even if you die here, Xinghun may not necessarily go to war because of it. Is it worth it for an assassin born in a trap?"

Young Master Ling responded lightly, suddenly his eyes froze, and another jet of water hit the girl.

"For an assassin born in a trap, is it worth it?"

"For an assassin born in a trap, is it worth it?"

The man's words kept echoing in his ears. Seeing the jet of water coming straight towards the front door, Ah Zi's heart shook violently, and the past surged up one after another, and the long-suppressed anger finally broke out.

"Then what are you!?"

At that moment, the expression on the girl's face was unprecedentedly ferocious and fierce, as if she was a resentful soul from hell.

Quickly put your hands together in the knot seal, and a huge light shield appeared out of thin air, blocking the powerful water column.

"Heh, do you want to kill me?" the girl snarled, her words were chilling, as if she had turned back into a cold-blooded and ruthless killer in a trap.

The spider prints on the back of the neck began to emit a dark luster, surging one after another, as if catering to the girl's mood.

With a vertical movement of his body, he jumped up in the air, and his hands quickly chopped down. Countless gorgeous and crystal-clear silk threads converged in his palms, cutting the entangled water column into pieces.

The beautiful and transparent strings of light shone with a dreamy color, but at this moment they were a sharp weapon for killing people.They slowly converged into countless sharp light blades, broke through the swiftly approaching ice, and screamed at the man.

The girl's petite figure leaped lightly, flying up and down, to meet the opponent's every move, and thousands of lights condensed in her palm, like a soft ribbon, accompanying her in a stunning dance.

Although the light from the Ye Mingzhu was dazzling, it still had a hint of yin, and the condensed light blade did not have full strength, which was very unfavorable to her who was afraid of the severe cold.After a few rounds, the physical strength was lost rapidly, and the body seemed to have some uncomfortable reactions.She gasped for breath, and the light string in her hand gradually dimmed.

How is this going! ?Sensing the weakening of her physical strength, Phoenix Tears slowly took effect, but it still seemed to be of no avail.

Young Master Ling's attack was getting faster and faster, and the icicles that hit the sky wove into a big impenetrable net, surrounding the girls.But he was still calm and relaxed.

Panic and fear kept rising in her heart, Azi regretted her impulsiveness just now, she just wanted to provoke him with words, but unexpectedly he actually did it!This is Youwang City, even if she can defeat Young Master Ling, there is no way to guarantee a smooth escape and leave this place.Besides, right now, she has no chance of winning.How reckless!

The ice was approaching rapidly, A Zi crossed his hands in front of his chest, the huge light shield blocked the deadly attack again, and the light strings in the sky were woven into a net to block the ice.However, under the attack of the sharp evil energy, the two thin barriers seemed to be broken at the touch of a finger.

"Heh, is it the shadow charm born from light?" A contemptuous look flashed across Young Master Ling's face, and with a wave of his hand, the flickering silver light suddenly disappeared, and the house was plunged into darkness, leaving only a faint purple awn. is flashing.

The girl's heart sank suddenly, like falling into an ice cave.Her body trembled violently, the fragile shield of light collapsed in an instant, and countless tiny icicles suddenly gathered into a sharp ice sword, piercing through her chest!

The chest-piercing pain hit her whole body, the girl staggered back a few steps, and finally fell to the ground.

"Ding!" As a white light flashed across, there was a crisp cracking sound on the ground.A transparent pearl hairpin fell from the girl's body and broke into pieces.The Yingying fragments shone with a pure white luster, like stars in the sky.

The head bangs, almost bursting!

The man who was about to attack suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the debris on the ground, his face was full of shock and doubt.His tense face was about to shatter, and with trembling hands, he put the pieces together, which just happened to form an ice hairpin!

This ice hairpin...he recognized it!Absolutely!

He straightened his stiff body, and approached the girl step by step. His body was full of yin, and there was a red light in his blue eyes, and his tone was so cold that it made one's hair stand on end: "Where did this ice hairpin come from!?"

The girl's spiritual consciousness was a little bit slack, she was half leaning on the cold ground, panting violently, but at this moment she raised her head, proud and complacent, with the corners of her mouth raised, and let out a fierce laugh, and answered word by word: "I have no idea!"

She admired Young Master Ling's out-of-control expression at the moment, even though the distorted handsome face was extremely terrifying.

Before Young Master Ling could react, she withdrew her hand and quickly formed a seal, trying her best to deliver a futile blow before dying.

The body still fell down.

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If you die, where will your soul go?

She felt as if she was floating in an ethereal void, formless and matterless.

Suddenly a severe pain hit all limbs, and my mind suddenly became clear.

Little by little the past emerged.

She remembered: her real name was Li Ziyou.She was originally the daughter of Li Mu, Lord Wu'an.

The howling and rough cold wind hit fiercely, rolling up the flying snowflakes, turning the whole world pale.

The boundless desert is vast, and the dead grass and yellow sand are buried by heavy snow.

The cold air and murderous air penetrated through Yanmen Pass, attacking her homeland from time to time.

The corners are contending, and Han Jia is sad.But in the bitter cold, she can still feel the deep warmth - that is the years with her parents.

She remembered the clear kumiss and the fragrant roast lamb.

She also remembered the joyous songs of soldiers and herdsmen.

It was a childhood memory, the time when she was in Yanmen County with her parents.

It is there that she babbles and learns, and she grows and knows things.She still remembers the first song she learned from her mother.

"Picking and picking the ears will not fill the other basket. I am pregnant with people, and I will travel around."

The mother's singing voice is so beautiful and melodious, but it seems to contain a touch of unresolved sadness.

Later, she returned to Handan with her mother, and when her father was still stationed in Yanmen, her mother often sang this song.When mentioning the father stationed nearby, the mother always showed a calm smile on her face.

She was born in Yanmen and grew up in the army.Her father is General Zhao Guoliang, and her mother is the niece of Master Ban of the Mohist School. They are all people she admires.

And his father's lieutenant, General Sima Shang, treated her like his own daughter, and seemed to love her a little more than his father.

Her father was busy training soldiers all day long, sending scouts to search for intelligence, deploying troops, and formulating strategies. She rarely saw him.His feelings for his daughter are also restrained, never overly pampering, and even less affectionate.She even felt that her father was disappointed in her status as a woman.

"It's a pity that it's a daughter." She heard her father sigh more than once.

But her father has her in his heart, and what she can still remember is the touch of her father's rough hands caressing her face.

His mother was born in the Mohist school and won the true biography of Master Ban.On weekdays, she helped the frontier army to manufacture crossbows and chariots, and the application of Mohism's mechanism techniques to combat preparations was enough to make the Huns terrified.

Due to living in a bitter cold place for a long time, both she and her mother contracted the disease of deficiency and cold.So the mother and daughter had to leave Yanmen and return to Handan to recuperate.

Since then, she would hardly have seen her father without being summoned by King Zhao.Every time my father came back in a hurry, seeing her expectant face, he just smiled and rubbed her hair.

Father is the legend of the Zhao Kingdom, and also the only hope of the Six Kingdoms when the Tyrant Qin sent troops to Shandong.

She wanted to be like her father, even though she was a woman.If you can learn a little bit from your father, that's enough.

My mother sorted out my father's "Ten Essentials of Generals" when she was away, and she secretly recited it. She has also dabbled in "Sun Tzu", "Wu Zi", "Six Secret Teachings", "Sima Fa" and other military books.Although she can't fully understand its deep meaning, she can remember the Art of War Zhou Zhang in her heart.

She wants to make her father proud daughter.Perhaps, when she recited the military book to her father, her father would look at her with admiration.

She has been waiting for such an opportunity, but fate does not give her such an opportunity.

She didn't even get to see her father for the last time.