This is Mobei. Even in the city of the Wandering Soul Castle and the residence of the Deputy Protectorate, there will still be charming wind and sand when the wind blows.

The men of the gangsters in the courtyard and the guards of the Deputy Protector's Mansion fought with the Turkic discs that suddenly rose up.

Some people kept falling down, and some people kept standing up. One man fell down, two or three behind him, and even many man fell up.

Huoshui, who had been sitting in the corner, had already pinched a black folding fan in her hand. She covered her face with a fan, and couldn't see her expression clearly. She didn't take action, but just looked in the direction of Guo Xiaojiu from afar.

"I hope you have better luck and can die in my hands, not in the hands of these people." Huoshui spoke slowly, and the sound could not be heard deep into the courtyard below the noisy, Guo Xiaojiu, who was very far away from her, was heard.

It seemed that if Guo Xiaojiu died, she would have no money and could only pawn the hairpin and owe him money. When he died, he would exchange it for wine. This is the strongest wine in the world, and at this time of year, he would sprinkle some of it.

He sighed slightly and began to sigh that she was really bad. He finally understood the terrible thing that my sister said that could not be touched by love, and happened to meet a good person. Unfortunately, this person could not give him love because he loved others, which was fine. The key is that my sister wanted to let her kill him.

She didn't do anything, these people just did it for her. She had nothing to do except sigh, and what she thought was no longer known. So she closed her moving eyes and did not look at the bloody ones.

The Wandering Soul Castle is big, not big. An old blind man carrying an erhu walked from the street. There were many people on the street and bustling. However, the direction of the old blind man was to the mansion of the Deputy Protectorate Mansion, and fewer people along the way were gradually becoming.

After that, there were almost no one else.

The old blind man is actually not really blind. He is a storyteller with his surname Zhang. In this huge wandering castle, few people know who he is, and only know that he is an omniscient storyteller.

"I, Zhang Jiming, come to visit today!" It turned out that the old blind man called Zhang Jiming.

"There are money to hide treasures in the south, and Zhang Jiming in the north, which is not bad!" A charming lady stopped the old blind Zhang Jiming. The woman said, smiling on her face. Her clothes were very consistent with the temperament of a high-level woman in the Tang Dynasty, but she suddenly carried a knife on her back, which made people not so pleasant to see.

The lady has excellent temperament and figure. If it were in other parts of the Tang Dynasty, especially in those Fengyue Pavilions, she would probably be like a courtesan who had a high price.

"My mother, don't block the road, just get out of the way, little old man still has to hurry up." Zhang Jiming's eyes were very small, and the gaps in his eyes were small. Only in the outline of his eyes, it was obvious that the person who was blocking his hand was not his maid. In his eyes, there were only two types of women, his maid, and not his maid.

"You know, my incompetent son is doing a big deal in the Deputy Protectorate's Office today, so I, as a mother, can't help him with my own hands, but it's natural to stop some rocks that hurt him."

It turned out that the wife's surname was Yu. The wife had already pulled out the sword behind her. It was the horizontal sword of the Tang Dynasty. It was a very ordinary one, but in her hands, it looked very unusual. How could such a beautiful lady pick up the sword with her own hands?

"Oh!" Zhang Jiming stomped his feet hard and sighed. After sighing, he threw the erhu behind him: "If you want to stop the little old man, the little old man will definitely not be stopped by you."

A maid who was in her youth was Zhang Jiming's maid. She took the erhu that Zhang Jiming threw over, took off the pipa behind her, and threw it to Zhang Jiming.

The maid didn't seem to realize that she was a servant, a storyteller. She said unhappily: "Old man, if you dare to die, I dare not collect your body!"

"I can't die, I have to go back to eat the beggar chicken you made." Zhang Jiming turned around with a smile.

When he turned around, a soft knife had already been pulled out of the pipa, and in his other hand, he was already holding a soft knife, two soft knifes.

The pipa was thrown back and fell into the handmaid's hand. The maid walked to the side of the street unhappily and sat on the side of the road.

A gust of wind blew on the street, and the white hair that liked to call himself a little brother was blowing. Almost no one knew his identity, only knowing that he was a storyteller.

The hair of the enchanting lady was also blown up. The enchanting lady named Yu was the mother of Mr. Yu, and the number one swordsman in Mobei and the number one female swordsman in the world. Guo Xiaojiu likes to call her an old lady with a charm that still exists in her name.

It happened that Zhang Jiming also liked to call her as an old lady.

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Let’s talk about the depths of the mansion and within the courtyard, three masters of the holy realm were besieged by one person.

Facing any of them alone, Guo Xiaojiu dared to pat his chest and promise to win, but the three of them joined forces, and he didn't know if he could stop him or live.

He must live and die. He shook the little bell in his hand, touched the hairpin lying quietly in his arms, and remembered her whom he was thinking about.

But today, he can't help it.

Perhaps because of these days, he was with another woman, he looked in the direction near the gate of the courtyard with some concern: "Hey, Miss Huoshui, if I die, you owe me money, don't pay it back. I just hope you can help me deliver that hairpin to her."

After Guo Xiaojiu said that, he ignored whether she had heard it. He was already full of fighting spirit.

However, he seemed to remember that Huoshui might not know who she was, so he hurriedly explained: "She is Fairy Ning, who almost everyone in the world wants to kill."

"Okay!" The Huoshui, who was still sitting upright, responded with a squinted look.

"I've finished giving it?" Mr. Yu smiled and gave a wink at Huo Mitu and Chu Lianhu: "It's true that they are a couple, they are all people who deserve to die and are about to die."

Guo Xiaojiu, who didn't understand the meaning of Mr. Yu's words, raised an eyebrow at Mr. Yu.

Faced with such a provocation, Mr. Yu naturally couldn't bear it, so his chain knife came out.

At the same time, Yi Lianhu also swept away the previous depressed momentum, and turned the scimitar in his hand and rushed towards Guo Xiaojiu.

Huo Mitu didn't move, he just raised his hand, raised his hand, and sealed his energy, leaving Guo Xiaojiu with no way to escape and had to fight.

As his hair moved with the wind, Guo Xiaojiu's sword slid upwards, one left and one right, he only used one knife, and he didn't need to hide, because he couldn't dodge, so he walked up to the knife.

Maybe Guo Xiaojiu's fighting spirit was too strong. With just one knife, he repelled Mr. Yu's sword force and then returned to hold Lian Hu's scimitar. It seemed relaxed, but there were already beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

The chain knife was just repelled, and it was like a poisonous snake, turning, revealing its sharp fangs, and biting it again.

Guo Xiaojiu took a difficult step, raised her body slightly back, and avoided the sword force, and grabbed the chain knife with one hand tightly.

The poisonous snake was pinned seven inches and could not move.

Mr. Yu, who was blushing, was a little frustrated. Why did the three of them join forces to hurt him?

It’s not impossible. He tried his best to slash seven or eight times in succession. The swords collapsed on Guo Xiaojiu’s sword, and sparks bloomed beside Guo Xiaojiu, filling the bright daylight with some color.

The scimitar of Lianhu had to be played faster because she felt that it would be difficult for Guo Xiaojiu to fight with her and Mr. Yu to avoid being hurt by the fire of Mitu's aura.

Just need Mr. Yu to hold on for a while, and Huo Mitu can still block the flow of energy, then she will definitely be able to break Guo Xiaojiu's defense. As long as she breaks it, his death will only be in her thoughts.

The four people were in a stalemate, and they all entered the saint realm, three to one, and they were equally similar?

Mr. Yu was very angry. He set up such a big game and couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. How could he not get angry?

He looked at Huo Mitu, questioning.

Huo Mitu, who had just sealed Guo Xiaojiu's energy, sighed and politely performed with one hand. Then he raised the Zen stick in his hand and smashed it hard on the ground.

Immediately, the ground was smashed to pieces, and the Zen staff stood straight in front of him.

He could press over Guo Xiaojiu if he could fold his hands together.

In the courtyard, in the corner that was rarely affected, Zhou Ziheng slapped his thighs anxiously, but he was not strong enough and could not get in. He could only look at the man wearing a hat beside him as if he wanted help.

The man wearing the hat had a scar on his forehead, but it was just covered by the hat. At this time, he reached out and took off a gun from behind, which was silver.
Chapter completed!